#i love sharing my hauls with you all lmao

[literatureaesthetic]

mini haul ✨️ love when book covers conveniently end up matching. i've been wanting to read 'de profundis' for literal years, i've just never encountered this specific edition in a store before (i'm vain, and i need the pretty edition of a book always)

also, for music lovers, i got my hands on the new chelsea wolfe album!! obsessed doesn't cover it.

[writingduhh]

Chuckle Sandwich || Shopping With Him (HC)

I had this idea while talking to my absolute bestie babe @lvrj4mie 😩 ILYSM

Im also taking requests or just any suggestions or ideas!! Thanks for reading!

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ Would rather die than go shopping… He only goes because he loves you.

▷ Holds all your bags and items you pick.

▷ Definitely will pull some skimpy or revealing clothing off the clothing rack, suggesting you try it on for him.

▷ Trying to encourage him to get outside his comfort zone (Only wearing shorts and sweatshirts 😭)

▷ After some time passes he actually begins to enjoy himself. Well, he enjoys spending quality time with you.

▷ I can see him sharing random yet entertaining stories with you as you walk around from store to store.

▷ He absolutely insists on treating you to at least one thing. Whether it’s a new pair of pants, some new shoes, or even just a pretzel from the cafeteria.

▷ Having to stop his impulse buying of stupid or useless things.

“Y/n look!” Schlatts voice calls, catching the attention of a passersby or two.

“Shh. What is it?” You playfully hush, walking over to where he stood, investigating the shelves.

Suddenly he pulled out the most ridiculous looking monkey replica (the golden ball monkey lmao

“What is THAT?!”

“It’s a beautiful golden balled monkey.” He grins, happily showing off his find.

Together you both shared a laugh. Assuming he’d put the item down you began to walk over to the next shop. To your surprise he didn’t follow you. Turning around you saw him motioning towards the register as he stood in kind.

“Jay, what are you doing? That’s expensive for such a silly thing.”

“Don’t worry y/n, we’re rich!” He jokingly responds (he would say this)

“Schlatt, are you seriously going to buy it? What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll take him everywhere with me! I’ll tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight.” He excitedly explains.

You can’t help but smile as you let out a small sigh.

“If you really want it, go for it.”

▷ He definitely makes sure you stop at the cafeteria for some lunch or just to taste test some snacks.

❥ Ted:

▷ Such a gentleman. He holds all the doors open for you, holds your bags, offers to pay (even though you politely refuse)

▷ He’s Low-key quite fashionable. He’d be helping you pick out trendy clothes and even help you put together cute outfits

▷ Always suggesting things for you to try on. He loves to see you happy and confident in the new clothes.

▷ Enjoys trying things on himself as well. He’d definitely throw in a crazy outfit just to get your reaction.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to use the Photo Booth or at least get some cute and funny pictures with the two of you

▷ I can honestly see him being the type who enjoys people watching.

▷ You sit in the cafeteria together sharing some food as you watch people walk past, making up little stories about their lives.

“Ok ok, what about him?” Ted questions, motioning towards the passerby.

“Uh, I think he is currently in a big fight with his partner. He’s definitely trying to find them a gift or something… I’m not very good at the game. You go. ” You reply.

“I thought it was a great story. Hmm ok that dude right there. He’s actually undercover right now. He’s an fbi agent called… 770. There is a huge heist going on right now in the store below us.” He seriously remarks.

“Why are you so good at this game.” You playfully sigh.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually.” He chuckles, placing a kiss in the back of your hand.

▷ Makes you do a try on haul the second you get home, mixing and matching every possible outfit

[xamaxenta]

ASL all being raised on violence so they genuinely don’t understand softer touch, genuine kindness at first

Like these three feral jungle kids bit kicked scratched each other full on brawled one another because it was the only way they knew how to show affection

(Garp’s fist of love is not exactly a great point of reference for any of them, Dadan was also likewise heavy handed but lets be real these brats kicked her ass more than she kicked theirs lmao)

Luffy clicks with Zoro because Zoro’s just built like that, he’s built walls and his dreams to become the worlds greatest swordsman and nothings gonna stop him, So when Luffy decks him, hauls ass flings him about, its how Luffy shows affection, rocketing at top speed towards Zoro whilst yelling his name because he knows Zoro can take it, the same doesnt really go down well with Nami or Usopp, theyre not built the same way— bruises and bumps and scratches, Nami whacks him over the head all the time for stupid stuff she says and Luffy finds thats familiar, to which Usopp is like my guy my dude thats actually pretty effed up holy hell

Usopp and Sanji being the first of the crew to show Luffy that affection doesnt have to be violent (like usopp sharing a cool beetle he found, Sanji ruffling his hair because hes mad hes gotta wait until dinner for more food)

Ace fights a lot because it’s all he knows how to do right, hes good at it, he wins alot mostly but loses just as many times because he overestimates himself, maybe after fighting Whitebeard 100 times he doesnt let up and Whitebeard catches on immediately after Ace has taken his ink like son, just because i can kick your ass doesnt mean you have to go looking for it. Ace confused is like huh? But isnt this like a bonding activity and WB concerned asks Ace what his childhood was like and Ace shrugs uh. Absent everyone? Like everyone, kinda acted out a ton for attention and stuff, the WBP appalled at Ace’s viewpoint on violence versus affection look to multiple ways in which they can smother their newest brother with actual kind affection, naturally it starts with Marco approaching him with food and no other motive than to be kind — Ace used to fighting tooth and nail to eat looks so suspicious its almost heartbreaking

Sabo who’s never known a kind word from his blood parents and only begruding respect and tolerance from Dadan — hes perceptive, the fact this bandit lady with the crazy intense face is allowing him to freeload with Ace n Luffy tells him a ton about her, she’s coarse and rude and everything Sabo’s parents hate so naturally Sabo loves her, (its a shame we never got more Dadan and Sabo :(((((() gravitates towards Ace because he’s everythinf his parents hate too, wild uncouth loudmouthed and violent and they get along, they beat each other up bc its how they tell each other theyre strong ive got your back

And then he loses his memories and maybe thats a good thing because Sabo learns kindness with the revolutionaries, he feels seen and heard and respected (Big Applause to Dragon and Iva for listening to kid Sabo beg and plead not to go back to his old life and went okay hes ours now chadmindset love to see it) he learns that violence and affection are a double sided coin, that he can use his skills to fight and protect those that cant do it for themselves

ASL are a rowdy set of rabble rousin kiddos but its really nice to see how they develop as they got older bc of the people they encountered who help them understand theyre not alone as they think they are

[pianocat939]

Ok this isn't my usual content, but like hear me out. And no, this isn't like anything character related-

Just think of it...as like a scenario to fill in ig Girlie I don't fucking know, I'm just spewing words

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, mentions of violence

Ok so imagine.

There's like this drive. We'll call it Chestnut drive.

Just a typical neighbourhood street.

And on the last house, there's a married couple.

The husband, is like some super scary, really cold guy. He hates the world except for maybe his own wife. And he's a monster too- *ahem he was a thug back in his school days* But he is a handsome fucker.

And then you got the wife. Who's really nice, and never has any problems. Honestly, she's the one usually having to hide her husband's crimes.

Enter MC, who's a single person, getting the first ever house. Which ended up being right next to theirs. Everybody else doesn't go near their house, because of the husband. And yet, MC is totally clueless and ends up watching their feral dog in their yard.

The wife notices first, and strikes up conversation. She's eager to have someone new to talk to. She bakes desserts sometimes, and constantly tries to offer them to MC.

Guess who she gushes all about MC to? That's right- her husband. At first he's like creeped out and even a little jealous. But after watching you through your living room window a few nights a week, he’s realized why she’s so intrigued.

He finds MC so cute, all alone in their house. With no one but themselves really. Maybe the occasional friend over. In a way, he starts to grow protective of them, just like how he is with his wife.

Meanwhile, the wife is just obsessed to have someone to talk to who isn’t terrified of her husband. She’s constantly giving affection she tries to pass it off as platonic when honestly it’s borderline romantic

Their conversations at dinner went from a bit mundane to just simply rambling about you. Wondering which bedroom you should take, or if they should expand theirs completely.

Soon they invite you over to their house often. Just for the occasional meal or tea. Even showcasing their feral dog. (Tiny dog may I add)

MC doesn’t notice, but soon the couple’s house has little things that they like. If they like art? A few paint tubes or high-end coloured are thrown around the house. If they like music? Wow- they suddenly got a Steinway grand piano for them to play around with.

The husband is constantly checking if MC’s ok. Making sure they dress properly for the weather before they go back to their house. In any extreme weather conditions (blizzard, hurricane, rain- a shit ton of rain) he’ll just show up to their house with groceries.

The wife seems to love giving little cheek kisses and hugs. Always finding ways to present her cooking. She likes buying the occasional clothing item for them. Just something she thought would look quite fitting on them.

It’s all too late at some point, because the husband will haul them over his shoulder if they try to run away. He’ll carry them to their now big bedroom, enough for 3 people to share.

He’ll beat up anyone that tries looking for them. He doesn’t have those muscles for nothing.

The wife is just so happy to have MC in their bedroom. Giving snuggles and lots of coos of affection.

And with a kiss goodnight from both of them, MC finds themselves sandwiched between the two. Unable to move from the husband’s arms, or push off the wife who’s laying on top of them.

MC should just consider themselves as newly-wedded to this strange but surprisingly…functional couple.

(HELP- I JUST FELL DOWN A PIT OF SELF-INDULGENCE)

(I have so many ideas for this bullshit but I also have never written anything non-fandom related on this blog before…Other than my shitposts)

(Assuming I’ll probably make more, I’ll put the tag ‘Husband Wife Trio’ lmao)

- Celina

[iamthecomet]

-flops down in your inbox and rolls around-

Happy the day after Christmas (not to date this ask lmao), I come bearing the gift of "and there was only one bed" style Dew/your ghoul of choice shenanigans.

So, set-up: Dew and -insert ghoul here- had to go away on some ministry business, maybe they went with a whole group of people or it's just the two of them alone, but either way they wind up having to stay a couple days longer due to the weather being shit back home, making it kind of risky to head back now as they'd be driving into a storm or something.

Anyway, they wind up having to move hotels since the one they're at is booked solid past their original check out date, and they wind up at a smaller hotel -paid for on the ministry's dime, because neither of them feel like they should have to given the circumstances- which leads to the whole, "and there was only one bed" scenario.

Originally, they both had separate rooms, it was a small enough group that the ministry was like, "Yeah, sure, have as much space as you need." but now they've only got one room, and, man, is it weird sharing a confined space with someone else, especially if the two are maybe not on great terms at the moment.

Maybe they fought or they're just not sure about each other yet so it's uncomfortable, but either way one of them is constructing a pillow barrier in the bed on day one... which eventually turns into them spooning on day three or four depending on how long you wanna drag it out for.

Added bonus: Since they're technically not working or on call for anything, they have time to do some shopping/touristy things they didn't get to chance to do on the initial trip, and keep getting asked if they're a couple, because they're carrying each others bags, giving opinions on outfits along the lines of, "Yeah, but it covers up your ass. You have a nice ass, you should flaunt it more." and, "Oh, shut it, you look lovely. Blue is a good color on you!"

Also sharing their food, holdings hands -"SO WE DON'T LOSE EACH OTHER IN THE CROWD!"- and watching other people on dates and going, "Aw, I wanna do that..."

Something, something, Dew doing cheesy romantic gestures to feed into the "joke" that they're on a date, getting the same cheesy romantic gestures in return as a "joke" and both of them catching feelings and nervously realizing that maybe they... they like that kind of stuff when it's that person doing it.

Anywho.

-flips onto my front and sleeps-

*tip-toeing around, trying not to wake you* You're giving me Aeon/Dew thoughts. Dew not so sure about the new quint ghoul. Being stuck with him on this trip to begin with has been frustrating and difficult. Trying to navigate his feelings about there being a new quint at all AND trying to make sure Aeon doesn't do anything stupid since he's still adjusting to life topside. (His glamor only slips once though, Dew has to give him that). And I think Aeon's inexperience is what leads Dew to be like "ok fine let's go do some stuff". Might as well take advantage of their time. But also show the new ghoul a thing or two. Let him buy himself some stuff he actually likes. But also, Dew is glued to him. He's not losing the new ghoul. He's not having that over his head. So they are attached at the hip. Whispering to each other and sitting close together at restuarant tables. Always touching. Less and less pillows in the barrier every night. You could even throw my favorite part of the "one bed" trope in there. Aeon shivering on his side of the bed. Curled up tight, but so cold he's shaking the bed and keeping Dew up. So, Dew just grabs him. Curls an arm around his waist and hauls him backwards, his back to Dew's unnaturally warm chest. Dew ramping up his heat little just to make sure the other ghoul stays warm.

He tells himself it's just because he can't have Aeon freezing to death on his watch--he doesn't want to get sent back to the pit. But really, it's just nice to have someone to hold.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Okay, I had to go see what JedMEg was for myself and now I'm hooked. Can you talk more about them? Like does Meg ever find out the truth and how she reacts, for example?

I had to go digging for the last ask (here) about them just to remember where I left off in my insane ramblings lmao

So my original idea for this AU was that there is no fog, meaning once the Jed Olsen cover is purposely blown as per the lore, then it's totally game over, there's no Entity to whisk Danny away from the fall out. But that's part of the problem, isn't it? He's gone and gotten himself a little too attached to what was supposed to be a fake girlfriend, a girlfriend who's in love with a man that doesn't exist rather than the actor playing him.

Normally when he would snag himself a partner to accompany whatever persona he was putting on, Danny would kill them just before he skipped down. That satisfying moment of betrayal in their eyes, the soul crushing realization that everything was a facade, a convenience, that he never even liked them enough to give them a quick death no matter how many sweet "I love you"s he told them prior. As well as just another "fuck you" to the cops and community for how close under their noses he had been all along.

But he can't do that with Meg. He has no idea why, it was never this difficult before, but he's also never felt this way about any partner in general either. Fucking hell, he's really gone and gotten a crush on a pretty little redhead, huh? It doesn't matter, Jed Olsen was never someone who was meant to be around long term, and it's about high time he moves on since eyes are starting to shift towards him a bit. As much as it weirdly twists his heart to abandon Meg and leave her behind with the awful truth of who he really is to come out to the public afterwards, he knows it's for the best. Well...best for himself, anyways. And maybe for her, too, so that she's not entirely caught up in the shitstorm (of course, being the very public girlfriend of the now most wanted suspect in an ongoing murder case isn't going to be an easy ride...)

And Meg is beyond horrified to say the least. She still can't comprehend the entirety of the betrayal, that not only would her boyfriend leave her without a word, but that he would leave her because he was the very same murderer who had been harassing her for weeks! The one he was closely reporting on, the one whose ass Meg would try to kick every time he broke into her home, the one who used to threaten her "boyfriend" when they were in fact the same person. Everything she ever knew about him was a lie while she unfairly shared her whole heart to him. Not only that, but it's near impossible for her to try and imagine sweet, dorky, shy Jed being anything remotely close to a coldhearted killer. He couldn't even open a sauce jar half the time!! And you're telling her he can easily overpower multiple victims and haul their bodies around for sick poses???

Now Jed (?) is still out there, still on the loose, and Meg has no idea what to do. Reporters are hounding her for a statement. Police want to wring her dry for any clues or information that might help. People stare and spread rumors about just how "involved" she might have been from the start. And what if he decides to come back in the end, to tie up the loose end he left behind for whatever reason, is she even safe here anymore? Well, not for long, because that stupid ache in Danny's chest still hasn't subsided...it almost feels like it's gotten worse. It's not remorse or guilt, it's longing. He wants his bunny back, he liked how she felt sleeping in his bed and holding his hand and smiling so perfectly for a candid shot when she wasn't looking.

The dirty laundry has already been aired. They could start fresh, in theory. Whether she wanted to or not.

Although again, this was only the original idea I had when I first started making brainrot. There are so so so many new paths I've ended up concocting for them...if Meg found out Jed was a killer right before he left by catching him in the act or fitting in too many pieces herself...if Meg refused to believe Jed was the killer and was instead framed by Ghostface who she now has to hunt down for answers about Jed's real whereabouts...if they got taken into the fog shortly after that anyways per canon with Meg either not knowing or not believing that Jed is Danny/Ghostface while he keeps up the ruse to avoid her truly hating him (plus the outcome for when Meg does find out the truth while they're stuck in this hellhole)...if they were taken into the fog while he was still Jed and then him having to painfully confess why he was put into the killer camp and having to live with the heartbreak he's trapped her with...

[themoonbunni]

Hey all! Wanted to share that I attended Anime Expo Chibi! My sis @atomi-cat invited me and I wanted to show off my haul 💜 Gonna attend day 2 tomorrow gjfjgj

I got to FINALLY meet Ray Chase!!! He voices Almond Cookie and he was SUCH a darling! It was wonderful getting an autograph from him gnfncnc

Got to meet Cristina Vee too! Been a fan since her first Bad Apple cover so yeah lmao. Atomi also made both of those prints! Them and Keith Silverstein (also known as Robert Speedwagon in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) were a delight UvU

Moar buns for my collection >83 There was a Bellzi stand and they JUST released a lop bunny plush! And get this, it's name is BUNNI! Had to get it how could I not fhfkdkdkf. And the other one is a goth bunny plushie that you can "adopt". Their name is Zero and I love them. When I went up to the person running the stand she said "They've been waiting a long time for you!" So that was nice 💜

And of course merch stuff, whenever I saw my hubby Lucifer I snatched him up the SECOND I saw him. Managed to get the very last Lucifer duck LOL

Im so glad I saved up for this! Its been so long since I've been to a con 💜💜💜

[mostmouse]

I've never been more grateful to find a blog than I have been with yours, your writing is gr8 and I SO appreciate that you write smut/dark themes but don't touch incest stuff, it's such a relief, bless you 🙏🏽

THAT SAID, I would love to make a request if I can!! I've been thinking really hard about soft yandere Cove Holden lately and would die for some smut about him breaking into GN/male MC's house while they're in the shower <3 Ideally the two would be in a long term relationship already and he simply has a habit of doing this to them and they're okay with it lmao 😌

Thank you in advance even if you choose not to do this one, just for being around and for sharing your fics with us!! —🦋

Nothing with wrong with people who are into it! I write graphic violence and noncon, so I will not be throwing stones from my glass house haha hope you like this! :)

Good Ol' Fashioned B & E (AO3)

Cove just so happens to find your window open, while you just so happen to be in the shower. He decides he's unable and unwilling to hold himself back from reminding you who you belong to.

(Cove Holden x m!reader, explicit, 3,600 words, soft yandere themes)

Cove parked his car in front of your house, sighing and ruffling his hair. Since the sun stayed out longer in the summer, he found himself giving surfing lessons late into the evening. By the time he packed up his things, it was well into the night.

Rolling his shoulders, he slipped out of his car, locking it and tossing his keys into his messy and overflowing work bag. However, once he made it up to your door, he realized he needed them to get in. Tossing his head back and groaning, he tugged his bag towards the front of his body before shaking his head.

Walking around to the side of your place, he swung himself up onto the eaves and atop the first floor roof. Wiggling one of the windows up in your hallway, he smirked as it opened easily, unlocked. Hauling himself in, he looked around, the lights off all around him.

Walking softly towards your bedroom, he kicked his shoes off before he heard soft music. Humming to himself, he pushed your door open, greeting your pet before looking towards the master bath. Licking his lips, he felt his face flush hotly. Padding over to the door, he cracked it open, groaning quietly as he heard the shower running and saw the curtain closed.

Letting out a tense breath, he closed his eyes as he saw your boxers on the tiled floor. Palming himself gently through his loose jeans, he stood there, listening as you hummed along, picturing your perfectly imperfect body in the shower.

Biting his lip, he quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, tugging his boxer briefs down as well. Tugging his hair free of his ponytail, he silently made his way to the shower, peeking in slowly. Slipping past the curtain, he faced your bare back, smirking.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, his arms quickly wound around your waist, biting your shoulder as you screamed. In your panic, you grabbed at his hands, wiggling in his grasp, moaning as his teeth sunk deeper into your soft skin.

“C-Cove?” Your voice was breathless, chest heaving as the shock left you just as quick.

Cove leaned forward, catching your ear between his teeth, his voice low, “You shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked, someone could easily break in… Someone with less than pure intentions.” Kissing you softly over your ear, he loosened one arm to rub it across your chest, kissing your shoulders and nibbling around where he had bit you.

You laughed breathlessly, leaning back into him as you felt him start to get hard against your lower back. “Yeah, I know. I’m trying to invite this one- ah!” Shuddering as he bit you again, you rubbed yourself against him. “This one really cute guy. Y-You’ve might’ve seen him around here before.” Sighing contentedly, you let him nudge your head to the other side, covering you in marks equally there as well. “He’s tall and fit… And he has the most handsome ocean eyes and prettiest long hair.”

You felt him nuzzle you, his happy humming surrounding you. Laughing, you brought your hand up to his head, petting his tangled hair. Cove tightened his grip around you, the arm still resting against your tummy drifting downwards. Stiffening, you whimpered as he wrapped a hand around your hardening shaft.

“Seems like you were hoping he’d find his way here tonight.” His voice was husky as he stroked you, letting you melt into his arms. “How naughty of you… I’ll have to show you what happens if you let just any man crawl through your window at night.”

Shuddering against his hold, the arm wrapped around your chest tightened as did his fist. Crying out, you bucked your hips against him. His fingers slipped across your nipple, mouth nibbling across you as he listened to you moan for him. “Cove~”

Face warm, he whimpered against you, hand moving faster as you shook in his grip. “Ahh! Fuck- Cove!” His fingers danced over your skin expertly, squeezing the base of your cock before loosening up and slipping to your tip, where he traced you with his fingertips, before repeating himself. “I- Ahh!”

Rolling your hips back, you tried to grind against him, whimpering as his hand left your chest to squeeze your package. Moaning, you thrust into his hand, your own arms winding around his neck where he stood behind you. His hands were unrelenting, feeling you tremble against his broad chest.

“This is what you wanted? For a cute boy to crawl through your window and wreck you? Want me to ruin you? My cute little boyfriend is so dirty, such naughty fantasies. Better make it up to me, baby, cum for me and I’ll forgive you.” Cove’s cheeks were burning, the dirty talk falling off his tongue as he jerked you off, feeling your perfect ass so close to his throbbing cock.

You felt your climax within you, hips shaking as he squeezed you tightly. “Fuck! Cove!” Moaning loudly, you felt his hands move, one closing into a fist around your base as the other pinched your tip. Crying out, you shook your head, “Cove! Please! Fuck, let me cum for you, please!”

You could feel the wave of pleasure ebbing away as he kissed your shoulders, hands pulling away from you and resting on your hips. You whimpered as he turned you, arms falling to your sides as you hid your face against him. “Aww, my poor thing… You wanted to waste your cum? Just let it go down with the water? You know better. Where are the only places you’re allowed to cum?”

Sighing against him as he moved his shaft to be pressed against yours as best he could considering the height difference, you felt your mind go blank. Basking in the feeling of his burning wet body against yours, you didn’t notice how he huffed above you, one hand pulling away before spanking you. Crying out, you dug your nails into him, listening through his chest as he hissed.

“I asked you a question.” His voice was husky above you, his hand slowly jerking off both your cocks as they were pressed together.

You panted, drool pooling in your mouth, “I- What? W-What did, ahhh~ what did you say?” Your hips moved gently, rubbing the underside of your cock against his.

Cove smiled above you, almost wanting to just whisk you away and make love to you in bed, but mostly he wanted to see you fall apart and beg for him, to remember who you belonged to and how he belonged to you. You were too cute and precious for your own good, he wanted to tease you, to squeeze you until you snapped in half.

Leaning back from where you were pressed to his chest, he nuzzled your nose sweetly. “I asked you where you’re allowed to cum?” He idly kissed across your face, hand moving slowly between you. Listening to you moan lowly, he nibbled your lip.

Ocean eyes stared intently at you, an obsessive love swirling within them. Leaning forward, you kissed him softly, sighing through your nose. Breaking away, you rocked your hips into his, panting slightly. “O-Only allowed to cum in-inside you and, haah~ in your m-mouth.”

Cove bit his lip, hand moving faster between the two of you, watching as your brows knit upwards. His other hand pet your tummy before moving to grab your ass. “That’s right, you have to be my good boy and save your cum for me. Can you do that?”

Both your cheeks were flushed, pleasured expressions facing each other. Whimpering, you nodded, fingertips playing with his sensitive nipples. Moaning loudly, his voice echoed off the shower walls as he tipped his head back. “Fuck~ Good boy. So perfect for me.” Swallowing thickly, he let go of both your cocks, hissing as you scratched down his chest. “C’mon, let's get cleaned up before we go to bed. Can you do that for me?”

You groaned aloud, pouting at him. However, Cove merely smiled down at you, giggling softly. Leaning around you, he purposefully avoided your puppy dog eyes, grabbing shampoo and lathering your head up. Humming softly to the music that he could hear once more, he tilted you up by your jaw, smooching you with puckered lips.

Trying to fight the smile off your face, you let him rinse your hair. Sighing, he applied conditioner before you nudged him to the side and helped him into the water. “Gotta get my perfect boy washed up, too. God knows your hair is full of sand.” He smiled at you, loving expression watching you closely as you repeated his actions with him.

Kissing his throat, you massaged his shampoo into his hair, careful of the saltwater knots. Cove’s hands drifted down your sides, tracing your curves and stretch marks. “I love you.” Sighing against his slick skin, you nuzzled him.

“I love you, too. My precious boy. You’re all mine, forever. And I’ll always be yours.” Cove’s heart thumped at your words, passionate obsessive flames within his soul burning hotly. You were all his, forever. You’d never leave him, and he’d never leave you. He’d absorb you into his body if he could, just so you’d always be together.

Switching places, you let the water cascade over your conditioned hair, Cove lathering up on soap and rubbing you down. He giggled in front of you, lathering you up and playing in the bubbles. Your cock was still achingly hard, memories of your lost orgasm rolling in your lower belly. He was careful to wash all over you, turning you in his grip as the suds washed off your chest as his hands rubbed you down.

Kissing your freshly washed neck, his hands slipped further down, one holding your hip as the other circled your tight rim. Whimpering, you braced your hands on the shower wall. “Cove…” His name was just a whisper, waiting to see what he would do.

Cove hummed behind you, gently circling you. With a kiss to the shell of your ear, you felt his fingertip push past you gently, shallowly entering you. Sighing softly, you leaned forward, hips subtly rocking back. Slowly easing deeper inside you, he basked in your soft sounds and hot body.

However, he didn’t stay inside you for long, slipping out and cleaning the rest of you as if nothing happened. You whimpered, forehead resting on your hands. “Cove~” You whined disappointedly, wiggling your hips and looking at him over your shoulder.

He just tilted his head innocently. Pouting, you switched places with him, cheeks hot. “You’re such a tease tonight…” Copying him, you grabbed his body wash and cleaned him up. Eyes flicking up to him as he lathered his hair with conditioner, you slowly moved downwards towards his lengthy shaft.

Eyes looking down, you held in a moan at the sight, thick seafoam bush and swollen cock hanging down, water flowing down it freely. Finally dragging your eyes away from it, you looked back up at him, squeaking as his heated stare made contact with you.

His gaze was passionate and it had you swallowing thickly. “C-Cove?” He growled as you said his name, belly hot and tight as he thought how perfect it sounded falling from your lips. Gritting his teeth, he rinsed himself off, grabbed your cheeks and shoved his tongue into your mouth as he pressed you against the wall.

Moaning loudly, your voice was muffled against his mouth. His tongue pet yours, tracing the inside of your teeth as his rough hand grabbed your cock once more. You tried to pull away but he was unrelenting, swallowing all your sounds as he pumped you quickly. Dragging your nails down his back, you helplessly humped his fist, whimpering against him.

Puffing through his nose, he moaned against you, hand leaving you and grabbing your hips. He ground against you, breaking away and panting heavily. “Fuck! You’re so- ahh!” He bit your shoulder, listening to you moan as he tried to collect his thoughts. He wanted you so badly, that cute look in your eyes as you leered at his big cock. He needed to fuck you, needed you to be begging him to let you cum.

Leaning back down, he bit your lip, dragging it between his teeth before breaking away. Finally, his burst of energy passed and he peered down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy. He didn’t break eye contact with your dazed expression as he leaned back and shut off the water. Dragging the curtain open, he finally looked away, grabbing the both of you towels and handing one to you.

The both of you dried off quickly and silently, the music echoing around you as you heard Cove groan every few moments, his ocean eyes lustfully raking over you with every move you made. You couldn’t help but whimper, feeling his charged energy in the air, knowing he was moments away from pounding you and marking you up as his.

You loved when he was like this, as if nothing else mattered than claiming you and making you his. Finally dry enough, Cove tossed both your towels to the floor, grabbing you around the wrist and dragging you into your bedroom, shuddering at the air conditioning.

Tossing you onto your bed, he grabbed a bottle of lubricant out of your drawer, meeting your eyes again as he stroked himself. “Who do you belong to?” You whimpered, whispering his name. His wanton gaze didn’t change as his eyes fell down to your flushed shaft. “Who does this pretty cock belong to?”

You threw your arm over your eyes, blushing. “You, Cove. I-It’s all yours.” He growled above you, clean hand gripping your forearm and pinning it above your head. Gasping, you moaned, his strong arms flexing above you.

“Who owns that tight ass of yours?” You lifted your legs subconsciously, spreading them so he could reach you easier.

“You, Cove! Fuck!” However, to your frustration, he let go of you, disappearing from your line of sight. With a shout, you stared at the ceiling for a moment before shouting, “Cove!” Leaning on your elbows, you quickly fell back against the blankets again, crying out as he swallowed your cock.

Moaning loudly, you laid on your back, hands pulling his wet hair as he took your cock deep into his throat. “Fuck! I-I can’t! It’s too much!” After him edging you and touching you all during your shower, you thought you might burst. Whimpering at how easily he was getting you off, you bucked up into his mouth.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Cove, please! Please let me cum in your mouth- ahh!” His hand came back to your package, squeezing it in his palm gently. You shuddered, moaning loudly as you rolled your hips up, crying out sharply as you finished on his tongue.

Cove moaned lasciviously around your shaft, eyes closing with flushed cheeks. Swallowing every drop, he sucked on your tip, his hand pumping your shaft as he massaged your package. You arched your back, unable to get a good look at him as your eyes were lidded in blissful pleasure.

Panting as he popped off you, he crawled back up your body. Kissing your cheeks, he moved to nuzzle into your hair. “Good boy… Cumming down my throat, not wasting any bit of your delicious cum. I think you deserve a reward.” His voice was husky and you shuddered.

“P-Please…” Cove grinned at your soft voice, hands grabbing you behind your knees and lifting your legs. You blushed, covering your face with your hands, “Cove…” Once your legs were secure and pinned around his waist, he smiled softly.

Kissing you chaste on the lips, he nuzzled your nose. “I wanna see my good boy fall apart. Wanna watch you beg for my cock, screaming for me to pound this tight ass hard.” Kissing you again, “Can you be good and do that for me?”

Whimpering once more, you nodded. Cove smirked, leaning back. Using one hand, he guided his slick cock to your tight rim. You sighed, relaxing into the bed as he gently pushed inside.

Cove couldn’t help but moan, watching your blissful expression as he pressed his lengthy cock inside you. Licking his lips, he leaned forward, resting one palm on the side of your head. Looking up at him, his hair a curtain around his handsome face, you smiled softly. Cheeks flushed, you moaned his name quietly.

Moaning hotly, he finally bottomed out inside you, listening to you groan. Your heat wrapped around him in a vice, tight without any stretching done before. You panted below him, flexing your hands where you moved to rest them on either side of your hand. Cove smiled, moving so that his hands were intertwined with yours.

Leaning down, he kissed you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Sighing, he rocked his hips against you, moving only a bit before slipping back inside. You moaned aloud, hands tightening around his. “Cove~ more, please.”

Cove swallowed thickly, nodding and grinning. Leaning back, you let go of his hands as he held your hips. You watched with flushed cheeks as he pulled back just to shove himself in. You tossed your head back as Cove began a rough pace. Slipping one leg down, he anchored one foot on the floor with his knee on the bed.

Watching your body closely, he jerked his hips back, shoving them against you before pulling back and repeating. He gasped for air as your body squeezed around his cock, whimpering as you slid against the bed, cheeks heated and mouth open as you moaned loudly.

Gripping your legs, he moved them to be against his chest, basking in your sounds of pleasure and as your bodies came together. Whimpering, he closed his eyes, feeling himself drool at the feeling of you. “Ahh~ Ah! Fuck!” His voice was strained, feeling his climax approach, the teasing in the shower not helping him last.

You moaned below him, watching as his hair bounced, tanned skin darkening with a full body blush. “C-Cove~ inside, please, ahh!” His hips faltered, and with a sharp cry, he pressed against your belly, tugging your hips higher as he tried to pound against your sweet spot.

Crying out, you whipped your head to the side, trying to hide your face. Curling your leg, you tugged yourself higher against him, cock sinking deeper inside you and brushing your p spot with every frenzied thrust. You tugged at the blankets, pulling them up on either side of you as you arched in his grasp.

Cove panted, watching you carefully, body on fire. You were so tight around him, he couldn’t think. Whimpering, he felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes as he screwed them shut, moaning uncontrollably as he pounded you against the soft bed. “Fuck! Ahh! F- ahh~ Cumming, ah! I’m, haah!~”

You watched through dazed eyes as he fell apart between your legs, semi hard cock tapping your belly with each powerful thrust. Arching your back, you moaned hotly, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. “Cove!”

As you cried out for him, Cove trembled, hands moving to grip your thighs as tight as he could, your cries echoing in his empty head as he blew his load deep inside you, pumping you full of cum. Tipping his head back, his hands loosened, hips moving softly against you as aftershocks rattled his body.

Panting heavily, he let your legs fall to his sides again, dragging himself from inside you to crawl atop you and collapse. With a puff of air, you laughed breathlessly, rubbing his back and kissing his shoulder. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Your words were weak, still reeling from the intense pleasure of him pounding you.

Cove heaved for air above you, body shaking as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you on your sides. Resting your head on his bicep, you leaned in and scattered kisses all over his flushed and sweaty face. Smiling softly, you nibbled his lip, feeling as his arm slipped off your waist. Opening your mouth to ask him if he wanted water or anything, you gasped as his free hand wrapped around your sore cock.

Whimpering, your arm wound around his neck, pulling your faces in tight. “C-Cove, you don’t have t- ahh!” His speed was unrelenting, working to get you off once more. “Cove! Fuck!” You shuddered, crying out as you shoved your mouth against his.

Within moments Cove had you bursting all over your bellies and the blanket. You gasped for air, the speed rattling your bones. You whimpered as he touched you softly, ocean eyes watching you lazily. Finally meeting his gaze once more, you leaned up to kiss him.

Gently, you rubbed your tongues together, moaning as you took turns exploring each other’s mouths. Twining your legs together, you rolled over so you were atop of him. Resting your forehead against him, you sighed happily. “Do you want some water?” Your voice was rough, croaking as you laughed slightly.

Cove smiled under you, humming happily and not paying attention. Wrapping his arms around you, you laughed as he dragged you back down. Holding onto him, you let him readjust the two of you so you were under the covers.

Sighing happily, you nuzzled up against him, letting him be the big spoon. His voice was quiet, and you could hear the tears in it as he spoke softly to you, “I love you… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

With a warm smile on your face, you ignored the mess the two of you made and cuddled close. Your eyes were heavy as you felt Cove fall asleep next to you, listening to his heartbeat until you felt yourself join him.

[centurieslove]

wip word game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @adhd-merlin thanks legend I always love these wip tag games sm the word I was given was FATE✨ 'E' was suprisingly hard? I also tried to pick an 'A' sentence that wasn't just 'Arthur' lmao (do my disir fic excerpts make sense out of context? probably not. enjoy)

F (from my morgwen fic)

"Frankly, the only good that can come of them sitting astride a horse is…” the Lord’s eyes slunk again around Morgana’s waist, up her neck and settled back on her face, which was flushed and twitching. “…for practise.”

“You—” Morgana flew up from her seat, “—disgusting pig—”

Gwen surged forward, almost close enough to reach her lady’s chair, then—

“Hey,” slurred a bristly faced advisor, his hand flying out to clamp down on her wrist. “My cup is almost dry.”

She flicked her eyes back to Morgana; her fists were clenched, the tendons in her pale neck flexing as her breaths huffed out of her. Gwen bit the inside of her cheek. A rough yank on her arm wrenched her gaze back, hauling her down, close to the man's face. His breath stunk like the sickly glaze of hot ham. He had a piece of gristle dangling from his beard.

Gwen blinked, shook herself. “Y-yes,” she stammered, “Forgive me, my lord," and refilled his goblet, watching as the inky red liquid rippled as she struggled to stop her hands from shaking.

A (from my morgwen fic)

Another stood out; Valiant. Looked like he was up against Arthur next. Gwen scoffed to herself. Best of luck.

“Are you cold?”

Gwen turned her head - Morgana was sliding into the seat next to her, her face still turned towards the arena. There was an inch or so gap between them on the wooden bench. Gwen pressed her knees together.

“Me?” Gwen asked, rather pointlessly. There wasn't anyone else close to them. “No, I'm fine.”

“You've only that tiny, thin thing on,” Morgana scolded. “You're shivering, I can see it.”

Gwen huffed, and pulled her arms in close to her body. “I'm fine,” she insisted, feeling her eyebrows pull together as she looked across the stalls down to the arena. The next two fighters were preparing, picking their weapon, and from the murmurs and bustle that crept across the crowd, it appeared to be a contentious match.

“Arthur's up,” Morgana answered the question she didn't voice.

T (from my disir fic)

The pathetic, pleading tone in his words; hopefully it wasn’t discernible. Arthur didn’t speak. A faint murmur of crowd rose from over the castle walls that swayed ever closer.

“How will the people react?”

Arthur didn't respond; so he pushed again,

“You can’t expect them to welcome back magic overnight—” Merlin was rambling, “—it’ll be dangerous, you, you have to cons—”

“I know!” Arthur yelled, suddenly glowing with rage. “You think me incapable of running my own kingdom?"

Merlin held firm, his eyes burning.

"That’s not what I meant,” he grit out, but he bit his lip, and Arthur’s eyes flicked down at the movement.

E (from my disir fic)

Either way, he’d ignored the inevitable for as long as he could. He'd foolishly allowed himself to swim inside the hazy dream of Arthur's words, but it was all about to turn cold. He hid as long as he could, as if staying in this one spot could stop time itself from passing; but cruelly enough, it did, indifferent to Merlin's plight. The air cooled, and the sun curved in orange lines around his chambers, and finally, someone knocked on his door. He curled his body tighter, clenching his muscles as if it would stop himself flying apart.

Another knock, louder this time, and a voice:

“I know you’re in there.”

He opened his eyes a crack, glaring at the bolt until it slid itself across to lock his door.

“Merlin.” Arthur’s voice grew more impatient. His door rattled, “where have you—” rattled again, “—did you lock— what are you, five summers old?”

“Go away.”

“Come out here and tell me yourself.”

Merlin pulled his sheet up and over his head.

I don't know if any of you have wips but hello have a tag anyways: @emryses @knight-gwaine @kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick @godmerlin @poisonedfate @elvain @auldsusie

word: GRAIL 🏆

[panelshowsource]

i will work on that and post a set this week :) kiell was very fun!

hmm i can't say i'm sure about sandi — though i'm loving her hair this series and she's beautiful as ever!

i would also love to know anything about miles' new show, if anyone has details about it to share 🥺 it's gotten lots of positive reviews, pretty solidly 4/5 stars everywhere i've seen. but even without a personal panelshowsource follower review i recommend getting a ticket!! and then coming back and telling us about it!!

hello and thank you :) sure, i put that on my drive for you here. enjoy!

he actually is 100% that bitch

i don't have this on drive atm only because it's really so easy to source. both were just posted in tv_bunny a couple of weeks ago, for example 🥲 i recommend heading over there and making a request, and someone will have links for you right away! lmk if you have any issues

does watching it on dailymotion work for you?

hello! yes, you can find ladsladslads over in the standup folder :)

their breakup was certainly intense for them both... i think i recall sara saying around the time-ish that she had expected they would really be together for the long haul, so as things began to disintegrate she was very disoriented. i also recall there being a bit of an ugly period between them — like, publicly — which was unfortunate, but they both seemed to be carrying their own bitternesses and that was surely hard

it's funny — i talked a bit about this a couple months ago, but thinking about them both reminds me so much of the rhlstp with john kearns: he talked about how, in this day of social media, audiences expect comedians to show themselves on stage, to give you that peek behind the curtain and personal anecdotes/opinions/details, and really share who they are with you — and he doesn't like that expectation. he's doing surreal and often absurd comedy, playing a character who's almost nothing like him at all, so the real john doesn't need to bleed through for the show to work. but people like sara and john...they use the stage as a form of therapy; sara uses it as a form of workshopping, communicating, connecting, sharing; i often think john is grasping, sometimes desperately, at the opportunity to be seen and heard. (his new show howl, which has gotten quite good reviews, is about his sobriety, for example!) so even though there were aspects of their breakup experience that were intense and very personal, i really hope that sharing them helped them both :)

hope we'll get to see his new show howl sometime soon, which is about his sobriety!

i have my theories about how john will be on taskmaster... let's just say, i think he'll be quite earnest and try very hard, and i think what alex has said about it being very difficult to do a character on taskmaster/the show showing people's true colours will be very relevant LMAO i can def see john coming on and trying to be cool and collected and just breaking down LMAOOO but agree it will be interesting! and personally i do always love the dynamic between greg or alex and one of their good friends heh

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[chairofchaos]

coney island

Summary: Sitting on a bench in Coney Island/Wondering "Where did my baby go?" A walk through reader's relationship with Ruhn Danaan, from its start to its heartbreaking silent finish. Inspired a bit by coney island; Lyrics (in italics) from Taylor Swift's "coney island" feat. The National

A/N: You can decide whether this one is a blessing or a curse on your dash. (I just wanted to feel something lmao) Read the warnings y'all, this one needed them.

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan/Reader but yk... breakup fic... so...

Warnings: Sibling loss (reader's, not Ruhn's). Mentions of Ruhn's childhood abuse at the hands of the Autumn King. Mentions of sexual activity. Implied addiction to alcohol and drugs. All hurt, no comfort. Everyone's traumatized and/or grieving

Divider from @saradika (I reblogged her post with this one if you look- it's tagged #@/saradika)

If I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

And if this was the long haul, how did we get here so soon?

Three years.

It had been three years and seven months since you had run into each other, Ruhn grinning up at his little sister where she perched atop his shoulders observing the carnival sprawled across the park.

Bryce had cotton candy in her hand, a piece the pink and blue fluff stuck to her brown cheek. You'd taken the opportunity to say hi, recognizing both your old friend and his little sister. Bryce was your sister's friend, and you had met her a few months earlier at your sister's birthday party in Nidaros. You hadn't realized the connection until you saw them together.

Three years, you and Ruhn had loved each other. And there were the thirty-odd years before that, when you had let the memory of his kind eyes swirl in your brain as you remembered your childhood friend in his sweetest moments. Those moments, he had later admitted to you, were the shining lights in some of those darkest of days of life living under the abusive control of Einar Danaan.

Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Ruhn apparently couldn't be bothered to care anymore, too caught up in the life he was trying to lead; too caught up in trying to disappoint his father as much as possible.

And yet I can't find it in me to blame him, you thought with a pang of agony in your chest.

It had been about six months after your first date that Ruhn had shared the surface of the wells of agony his father had inflicted on him all of those years ago.

You had lit your favorite candle, a rich scent of fall to celebrate the fall equinox. Ruhn had walked into your living room that evening and, blanching, asked you to extinguish it with a haunted look.

Instead of celebrating, you two spent the early evening curled up on the couch. You would never forget his hushed voice whispering the reasoning for the tattoos covering his arms, the real origin of the red scar on his chest he couldn't quite get to fade. You had cried for him, with him, as he held you tight to his chest. You promised you would be there for him, no matter what. You promised you would never tell a single soul what he suffered.

The night had grown, and he had pulled you gently towards your bed, kissing you and bringing you to bed with a gentleness you had always known was there and hoped would resurface someday.

In the darkness of that room, you had whispered promises into his skin, to love him, all of him, however long it took him to share. He had promised to open his heart to you. He promised to love you and to hold you close, never keeping you in the dark as to what he needed. He promised you a place to turn in your darkness, the same as you had offered him.

In the last six months since of the sudden death of your little sister, he seemed to have forgotten those promises. You had both promised your best, forgetting how easily you could both be your worst.

When I got into the accident

The sight that flashed before me was your face

You had called him that day. Sobbing into the phone, you asked him to come home, to come help you put your shattered heart back together. He had. To his credit, he had rescheduled the rest of the things he had to do that day. He had cared for you, and both of you had cared for Bryce. He loved that about you, had loved the care you had for his little sister from the moment you met her.

Three nights later, however, he had returned to his drinking, joining Declan and Flynn in getting drunk and high instead of being there for you the night before your sister's funeral.

The memory of his drunken return to your home six months ago had played out again in real time as Ruhn had stumbled in at 4am this morning. His full-volume curses as he had tripped over the corner of the couch where you slept were the extent of his bitter greeting.

You had watched as he stumbled down the hall, never actually acknowledging your presence. You had wanted to wait up to make sure he was safe as he came home to the apartment you had picked out together a year ago with his promise that he would get it together, just a little bit. He had promised.

Ruhn had almost dropped the glass he tried to retrieve from the cabinet in a sad facsimile of drunken self care. He had managed to get it full of water. He drank it, and then walked up the stairs, not a single word spoken in recognition of your tired form waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

Hours later, he still slept in the bed you had shared less and less over the last few months. His snores reached your ears in the kitchen in spite of the afternoon sun on his face. He would sleep off the hangover that, if not for his Vanir healing, he would likely have had for two days.

That had been the last straw for you.

He had promised.

Instead of enjoying that life he had promised you would build together, here you were, a box of your things on the dining room table as you retrieved the glass he had nearly broken from the drying mat next to the sink, and packed it away.

The apartment was his. Most of what was in it was yours.

He had kept his room at the house he, Declan, and Flynn had purchased years ago. You had never really noticed until now how few of his things were here, how much he hadn't invested into this place that was supposed to be for the two of you, together. That pain of agony at the idea of leaving for good melted in the growing fire of anger banking in your body, in your blood.

Maybe he had never cared, you thought glumly, carrying the boxes out to your car. Maybe he had never intended to keep this life with you. Maybe it had all been a placeholder.

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointments close your eyes

The sun sank closer to the horizon as you slammed your trunk shut, blinking up at those quiet windows. There was no indication of him stirring, even as you slipped the key off your key ring and went on one last walk up the stairs to the door you used to rejoice at the sight of.

You slipped it into the envelope with his name on it. The key, that last sign of promises broken, joined the letter you had written him, asking him to care for himself. It told him you wished him the best, but that you simply could not live this way anymore.

You would go to your parents in Nidaros. You told him so, asking him not to contact you if he came to visit Bryce. They needed help in their grief. They needed you home. And so your final goodbye to him was as silent, an echo of his responses to your pleas for him to care about something, anything, over the last few weeks.

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

When Ruhn would finally wake after sunset, he would find no vanilla candle (your second favorite scent, the one he had bought you as a replacement for the favorite you had thrown away for him) burning. The nails in the wall would hold up no pictures. The kitchen would have no dishes. It would be a shell of a home.

He would find that sealed envelope with his name written in thick, bold letters, as if your hand had pressed your anger and heartbreak into the writing of his name, that one final goodbye. He wouldn't know it had been to keep your hand from shaking. You tried not to consider his reaction, if he would even notice the tearstain on the corner from the tear you hadn't managed to wipe away in time.

He would have a few pictures of you: the one on his bedside table of you and Bryce laughing at each other with paint on your fingers and faces; the one he kept tucked in his wallet of you and him kissing in a photo booth at a carnival. He would have the sheets and blankets on the bed, the furniture.

He wouldn't have you, and you would never again have him.

You promised.

[neteyamslovrr]

Hiya!! First of all, congrats on your 2k milestone , you did that! More than well deserved 💙

Always been a big fan of your works and I was wondering if I could please get a fluff plot 5 story on Rotxo? That poor boy needs so much more love and quality time 🥺💞

Make sure to stay healthy and hydrated and don't overwork yourself! Have a wonderful, badazzling day my love😌

OUR MARUI

im sorry this took so long bae!! i hope u enjoy. i love our little pookie bear rotxo .sorry its short i am struggling with the fluff LMAO (they're so cute i could die)

Moving into a marui together was a big step for all newly mated couples of Awa’atlu. It was no different for you and Rotxo. Building a marui was a way to show your connection and love for your mate. Showing your mate where you wanted to grow old and frail with them. Rotxo was proud of his handy-work, ready to finally start this new phase with you.

Bringing over your stuff felt as if you were carrying the new stage of your life in your hands. It was exciting. Exciting enough it felt as there was a fire a light inside of you, burning from the anticipation of your new life.

Rotxo was doing more of the heavy-lifting, not because you weren’t capable, he simply insisted. “Give that to me pretty girl.” He’d say while taking a large table you were hauling across the tight fabric floor.

“I can carry it myself Rotxo.” You would pout, turning to pick up baskets of small trinkets and ornaments to decorate your shared home.

“I know you can, but I want to carry it for you.” He gave you a small peck on the cheek before moving fast to endure the heavy lifting for a little less time.

You followed behind him hastily, bouncing on the taught fabric to exude some of your radiating joy. You had been looking forward to sharing a home with him since you were teens. It was something you truly thought was surreal.

Placing the baskets down you looked at the way Rotxo crossed his arms, nodding proudly as he surveyed his new home. “Do you like it?” He looked back to you, your expression was spaced out looking in no particular direction as your eyes sparkled in the setting sun. “Is there something you don’t like? Y’know you can tell me anything.” His question was rooted in anxiousness, wary that his mate was not approving of the marui he had built for them.

Your eyes flickered over to the concerned look dripping off of Rotxo’s face, his eyebrows furrowing as his stare was begging you to give him reassurance. Snapping out of your dazed out happy state you immediately rushed over to him. Laying your soft palms on his cheeks you gave him a cheery smile.

“This is more beautiful than I ever could have imagined Rotxo. Thankyou.” He smiled back at you, putting his rough hands on your cheeks to pull you into a sweet kiss. Showing his utter love and appreciation for you.

“It’s just like you then.” His grin was shit-eating, waiting for you to pick up one the compliment he gave. Your face screwed in confusion, eyes squinting as you tried to figure out what he meant. “Because you’re beautiful my pretty girl. So beautiful.”

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[strawberrystepmom]

miss kendall... I've got to know, because he's the og occupant of the meow meow mansion, is kakashi greeting new additions at the door? does he have a cursory set of questions that need to be answered to his liking before they get approval?

hello my love! Hope you’re having a good monday ❤️ what an EXCELLENT question!!!! thank you for asking!!!!

kakashi sits on the couch and vaguely acknowledges them when they walk through the hallway like a preoccupied dad until they seek him out lmao then if (when bc it’s inevitable if they like me) they DO seek him out that’s where the questions come in. he marks his page and slides his book to the side of the couch and blinks at them menacingly while they sit down like 😬 “hi kakashi sir…”

and he asks:

“why are you here?”

it doesn’t seem like a terribly loaded question but it is. a wrong answer, which will be judged by him and only him, will get this jabroni kicked to the curb in 5 minutes. “i like her” isn’t a good enough answer. “she’s pretty” WILL get them kicked out. these are all the minimum requirements to even be allowed into the mansion, everyone knows this. what he’s asking is if they’re in it for the long haul. can they handle the bad days along with the good? can they share? can they play well with others? a single loaded question decides their fate and access to me forever. kakashi the kendy gatekeeper!!!!

now if he likes the answer to this question then he doesn’t ask any further! that’s the test - get the first question correct and impress the Virgo man.

[maul-of-shame]

Hey Bucky, just came across someone saying that "Elrondriel shippers don't exist" and also that it's basically "shipping her with Gandalf" etc and I just needed to share it to hear your thoughts about it 😂😂😂 them talking about ship wars when they started it as soon as they jumped on tumblr posts, reddit posts and twitters ones and now playing peacemakers is hilarious to me

Oh, I see what’s going on here!😂🤣🤣 Ngl had to put my coffee aside, I nearly choke on it reading that PLEASE-

I'll be polite here (scratched my +75 lines of salty rant lmao), but I feel it's worth addressing the situation.

We've been having a great time discussing and theorizing about Elrondriel on platforms like Tumblr, Reddit, AO3 and Twitter for days, weeks now even.

But it's funny to see some of the same individuals who were previously stirring the pot now trying to play the role of peacemakers, as if they’ve been neutral all along.

They’ve spent weeks fueling the fire and now, suddenly, they’re acting as though they’ve been innocent bystanders? It’s almost like they’re auditioning for the role of “most dramatic housewife” in Middle-earth’s next reality show.

It’s also curious how shipping Elrond and Galadriel has somehow been portrayed as a crime by some of these folks. They’ve put in the time and effort to bring us down with harsh comments, assumptions, and plenty of shade, but the moment we start sharing our theories and ideas, it’s “woe is me, I’m being attacked”?

Attacked by what, pray tell?

Our theories? Our imaginations? Our fanfics?

It's easy to make theories and discuss ships when you’re in a bubble where everyone agrees with you, but the minute others express their ideas, suddenly it’s a scandal and everyone agreeing with this needs to be burned at the stake, huh?

We’ve been here. Hearing the passive-aggressive comments, receiving the messages that aim to tell us how wrong we are, we saw the names thrown at us.

And now, after all that, some want to pretend they’ve always been neutral, just here to enjoy the show? I don’t think so. It’s one thing to share differing opinions respectfully, and honestly some Haladriels have been LOVELY so far, some are even in our Elrondriel discord!!

But it’s another to dismiss an entire ship with negativity and then act as though you’re above it all.

If others prefer to stay in their echo chambers and ignore any theories or ships that don’t align with their view, that’s fine. You do you Boo. Stay in your tags.

However, let’s not pretend some weren’t quick to jump into conversations just to throw shade at Elrondriel whenever they had a chance. We’ve all seen it.

There’s more of us out there than they realize.

More anons, more fans, and more people slowly starting to come forward and talk about Elrondriel. And yeah, some of them are scared to speak up because of the heavy fire from other shippers or the canon dudebros who’ve made it their personal mission to stomp on anything that isn’t their version of Tolkien’s world. But here’s the thing: trying to dismiss Elrondriel is only going to fortify it.

The more they try to shut us down, the more we come together.

Look, we know what it’s like. They may have tried to gaslight us, just like Sauron tried to do with Galadriel, but we won’t be fooled. We see through it. And as more fans realize there’s a community of people who get it—who understand what makes Elrondriel so special—we’re going to grow stronger, no matter how much they try to suppress us. If they think they can intimidate us into silence, they’ve got another thing coming. We’re not backing down from our ships or our theories. They can try to drag us through the mud all they want, but we’re here for the long haul.

There’s more of us. We’re building momentum, and we’re not going anywhere.

I know not all of their shippers behaved like this, and I’m sure there are plenty of people who engage in the conversation respectfully, but let’s be honest—there were enough instances of harassment and negativity that Elrondriel shippers have felt the need to turn their accounts private, come out as anonymous, or even just step back from public discussion altogether. It’s a shame, because people shouldn’t feel the need to hide or protect themselves just for expressing an opinion or enjoying a ship, especially when that ship is based on genuine theories and ideas. The fact that this behavior led to shippers feeling unsafe or uncomfortable enough to take those steps speaks volumes about the atmosphere that was created.

Again, not all of them, but enough to make the space feel hostile for those of us just enjoying the show and exploring different possibilities/ships.

It’s honestly wild hearing them say things like, “we can’t enjoy the ship/have positivity in the tags” when they’ve spent God knows how long spreading poison across the fandom. And now, somehow, it’s our fault? That’s some Grade-A gaslighting right there, and it’s not lost on anyone.

I know for myself, I’ve never once added tags like “Celeborn,” “Celebrian,” or “Haladriel” to my Elrondriel content. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but to turn around and accuse us of doing that—when it’s clear from the record who’s been actively inserting "elrondriel" or even "galadriel x elrond" on their posts for the sole purpose of stirring drama—is just ridiculous.

It’s baffling that after all the targeting, shading, and undermining, now they’re the ones crying foul, claiming they can’t enjoy their ships in peace.

Honestly, how many times do we have to be gaslit before we call it out? The hypocrisy is wild, and it’s not even subtle at this point.

It’s like they spent days and weeks trashing on our ship, trying to ruin every post, and now that we’re just here minding our own business, talking theories and having fun, gaining traction, suddenly we’re the problem?

Yeah, no. Sorry, but we’re not falling for that.

I'm not falling for that.

They claim to be all about “ship and let ship,” but as soon as Elrondriel starts gaining traction, suddenly they can’t resist the urge to tear it down, just to feel validated in their own ship. It’s honestly laughable how much they preach about respecting other people’s ships until it’s something they don’t personally like or agree with.

And then? The claws come out.

They’re all about supporting ships unless it involves Elrond/ Galadriel, apparently.

It’s clear that “ship and let ship” is just a nice little mantra some people like to trot out when it’s convenient for them. When the shoe’s on the other foot and they’re confronted with something they dislike, it’s game on—logic and respect for others' ships are out the window, and the petty comments start flowing. If they really believed in “ship and let ship,” they'd let us enjoy Elrondriel in peace, like we’ve been doing with their ship.

If they truly lived by their mantra, they wouldn’t be adding our tags to their theories just to bring us down, or posting things that shade our ship such as "x reasons why Elrondriel can't happen", "Why elrondriel doesn't make sense" with our tags etc etc.

They’d just leave us in peace.

We're not out here combing through every single post, fic, or comment about their ships to complain, yet somehow they can't resist jumping into ours to stir the pot. It's honestly wild how they claim to be all about freedom of ships but can't even let ours breathe without trying to rain on it. If they really believed in “ship and let ship,” they'd mind their business and let us do the same.

But instead, we get the same tired act of trying to silence and invalidate our enjoyment. It’s exhausting.

[welcometololaland]

for the asks: 🤍💌

i haven't had an anon in my inbox in a long time, so this feels momentous. thanks for the ask!

what's one fic of yours that you think people didn't "get"?

I can't think of a good example of this, except for Down for the Count - I mean, I don't think I got that fic either lmao. It's about card counting and casinos and poker and it's very insane - I've never written anything so out there before, although I'm tossing up something extremely rogue with @rmd-writes that may actually take the cake.

share something about an up and coming WIP that has you excited.

gonna stay on theme here and go for something about (Un)professional Services - which is the collab I've been working on for 4000 years (it keeps getting pushed to the side by ALTA which is extremely unfortunate because - unlike ALTA - it's a pleasure to write):

Full of undeserved confidence, Carlos reaches out and cups TK’s jaw in his hand. “Feel free to stop me,” he says, his voice slightly cracked and raspy.

“That is the last thing I’ll be doing,” TK replies, and it’s a little unclear who leans in exactly, but all of a sudden TK’s lips are pressed tentatively against his own, and Carlos is drowning in it until something from his subconscious hauls him back out of the depths of his desire.

“Wait,” he says quickly, pulling back. “The wine. Are you sure you’re okay to be kissing me when I’ve been drinking? Because I can brush my teeth if you—”

“Oh my god,” TK moans, a sound which appears to have a direct connection to Carlos’ dick. “Where did you come from? Seriously, did they make you in a lab? You’re perfect.”

“N– No,” Carlos stammers, unsure where TK is going with this. “I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Carlos,” TK says, grabbing the front of Carlos’ tie and twisting it around one hand, hauling him in so their lips are brushing together. “The wine thing is fine. What’s not fine is the fact that we’re no longer kissing.”

“Okay,” Carlos manages to say, before he loses himself in the hot press of TK’s mouth again.

The thing is, Carlos has always known that he’s a romantic. Ever since he left the purgatory that was high school his dreams have been a continual rotation of finding the love of his life; a chance meeting, learning the lines and curves of someone else's body, falling in love, romantic dates and shared dinners and making someone else laugh. Someone he can come home to and surprise with gifts and curl up with at night when it’s cold outside and the rain beats down on the windows of his shitty Brooklyn apartment. 

What he didn’t expect was this. Someone who steals his breath and makes him feel unbalanced. Someone he met under circumstances that are so far from romantic. Someone with a terrifying mother and a kind of unhinged friend-turned-colleague. Someone who has two first names and smells like a lovely combination of citrus and apples and owns a pair of green eyes that Carlos could look at every day for the rest of his life and never tire of.

Someone who kisses him with purpose, whose hands feel electric on his skin. Someone who makes intoxicating little frustrated sounds and coaxes Carlos’ lips open with a gentle tongue and then proceeds to lick into his mouth and take Carlos’ sanity apart bit by bit. Someone who winds up hitched around Carlos’ leg and presses himself into Carlos’ hip and oh god—

TK is definitely hard in his pants and Carlos is not okay.

[angelgendered]

You know I was thinking. Since I was a ten year old and boys would ask me out as a joke, cos I was the fat autistic ginger nerd who no one wanted to be friends with, and they found that hilarious, up to being rejected recently by hookups in the past few months cos I'm not far enough in my transition or I'm too fat or too ugly or too much for some people, I've dealt with rejection and people laughing at me instead of loving me my whole pre teen-adult life.

Just thinking of damage done by a cis and heteronormative world, and how queer love is so healing and joyful and wonderful, and how I feel, at nearly 33, ready to commit to someone and be in it for the long haul because they like me DESPITE all my flaws. They love me for me and I love them for them and they're wonderful to me. They've never said an unkind word to me (and i believe them wholly that they never will and never have to anyoen else either). They've never asked anything of me that is unreasonable or I can't do. They've not laughed or run a mile when I talk about access needs like my chair, their only request being that they can still hold my hand while I show them off to the world.

It's been six months of 'getting to know you' and having fun together indulging in shared fandoms and writing together. For me, it's been about four-three months of pining and wanting. A little less time wishing and not daring to hope because I'm definitely punching above my weight lmao.

Idk. Something something queer love is being seen at your worst and not being judged. Queer love is joy, and happiness. Queer love is healing past trauma and being in it *together*. Queer love is everything.

And you know what for the first time in a long long time I'm gonna do some linocut guidelines and get them printed and transfer them to blocks and make some heartfelt art. Because they inspire me. They're my Muse, my love.

Bonus ramble in the tags about former unrequited and toxic 'love'.