#i see a heart shap…she is full of love

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[loaksky]

Congrats on 2k!!!! 🥳🥳Could I request a neteyam x reader with the laughing more around them? 🥰🥰

fifth installment for the party; thank you for participating!

neteyam x fem metkayina!reader, pure fluff, wc: 1270

yesterday was officially the last day to send in anything for my 2k party, so thank you to everyone who participated! after this installment, i have two more little drabbles that will most likely make it to you guys by the end of today!

The people of Awa’atlu have a saying. They say that the ocean can feel every visitor’s deepest desires. That if you whisper your wishes to the rippling waters, perhaps the waves will deliver. 

On the eve of your nineteenth orbit, you murmur your wish for a great love. It’s spoken into the quiet of the lapping seafoam, barely evading the pricked ears of your closest friend and confidant. 

Tsireya thinks that you’re asking for strength, or maybe even the courage, to serve the people. It’s what’s written in your stars, but your heart, so full of love with no one to love, yearns for a taste of what your parents have, what the leaders have, what the island’s lovers have. 

You don’t expect the ocean to give so soon, but eclipses later, over the beat of ikran wings and chattering villagers, the sea delivers you your great love in the form of Neteyam. 

His family seeks refuge, seeks a calm in the storm that rages in the distant forest. The people are hesitant at first, want nothing to do with the family that hosts demon blood. But Tsireya, ever diplomatic and kind-hearted, spearheads their assimilation. 

You keep your distance at first, watch from afar as she falls headfirst into the Sully’s youngest son while you observe the eldest with curious heart. He’s kind, exceptionally so, with an unbreakable duty to his family and to the island, and that’s what breaks the fragile tension between the two of you. 

He’s collecting tangles of seaweed and the fragments of shattered shells when you happen upon him on what seems to be the sunniest day in a long while. Your skin is warm, accustomed to the relentless beating of the sun’s rays, while Neteyam’s worked a sweat that beads at his hairline. 

“The elders are grateful for the time you take to give love to the reef,” you say quietly, hand coming up to shield your eyes. 

Neteyam stops, gaze swinging towards you. He gives you a sheepish smile, tucking the last of the weeds into a pouch slung across the broad of his shoulders. He’s closing the distance and your face draws upwards as he stands a few paces away. 

“Least I can do,” he replies, fingers fidgeting with the strap of the small knapsack. 

Your head tilts and something shutters across his face as his eyes dart over your features indiscreetly. 

You can’t help the small laugh that bubbles past your lips when the two of you stand there in a prolonged silence. His expression shifts and you note the smile lines that dent his chiseled cheeks. 

“Were you up to something” he finally asks. 

You shrug, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. He scratches the back of his neck, ears twitching when you breathe another airy laugh. 

“Wanna go for a swim?” you ask shyly. “We can work on your breathing and you can cool off.” 

His smile widens.

“Yeah,” he agrees slowly. “I’d…I’d really like that.” 

Your best friend argues that you’ve changed. Something inside of you shines so bright and she has an inkling that one of the new villagers is responsible.

Sees it in the way your gazes linger unbeknownst to the other. Or maybe it’s the way the two of you end up falling so far behind during swims and excursions, only to be found giggling and splashing in shallower waters. Definitely could also be the way you two separately seem to always have the other on your minds. 

“You and Neteyam seem…cozy,” Tsireya says tentatively, looping a hollowed pearl through a thin braid in your hair. 

“Could say the same about you and Lo’ak,” you retort. 

A smile threatens the corners of your mouth as you begin to absently draw shapes in the shore. You almost take her lack of a response as an answer, but her own laughter tinkles into the air. When you follow her gaze to the sand, you find that you’ve vacantly etched a certain forest boy’s initials. 

Before you can splutter out a poor excuse, your name is called. 

Like you’ve summoned him, your gaze flits to an approaching Neteyam. The heat of your cheeks intensifies as you quickly rake through the sand to hide your heart’s latent subconscious. 

“Tsireya,” he greets, nodding towards the leader’s daughter. 

His eyes find yours a moment later and you’re suddenly shy, the pads of your fingers rolling over the newly threaded pearls in your hair.

“Hi,” he says quietly. 

Tsireya’s grinning like a maniac as she gives the final braid the tiniest of tugs and stands from where she sits with her legs crossed. 

“Hi,” you murmur sweetly, eyes widening a fraction when you notice your friend gathering her things. 

She bids you a wicked farewell, masked as a singsong declaration that she’ll see you at the evening meal. Your heart lurches in your chest when Neteyam takes her spot next to you. 

The quiet is accentuated by the ocean’s lull, wind whistling through the leaves of the imposing mangroves. Like clockwork with the two of you, the smallest breaths of a laugh blow through your nostrils. 

Neteyam’s already watching you, the ghost of a smile quirking. 

“What’s funny?” he presses, leaning so that your shoulders bump. 

You shake your head. 

“Nothin’,” you say quietly, unable to form the words to tell him that you’re enamored. 

That you asked the ocean for your great love and it delivered him to you, perfect and missing nothing but a pretty bow. 

Like the thought slips and he captures it, he clears his throat. 

“Tsireya told me to ask you about the ocean’s wish,” he says sheepishly, eyes flitting to the gleaming blue waters, calm like it’s listening. “You know what she’s talking about?” 

Your chest is alight. 

“Yeah,” you say gently, angling to face him. “The Metkayina says that the ocean can feel every inhabitant’s deepest desires. Maybe it will grant a wish, maybe not. It is only the will of the waters.” 

His lips part in understanding, nodding as his gaze sweeps back to yours. Your skin still brushes his, balmy and soothingly warm, and in this moment you realize that it’s easy with Neteyam when both of your beating hearts are glaringly stitched to your sleeves.

“So…I should make a wish?” he asks, fingers millimeters away from yours. 

“Only if there is something you desperately desire,” you say softly. 

The words are weighty, laced. You’re trying to say more than you’re letting on, and Neteyam’s always been good at reading between the lines. It’s only a matter of if he’ll squash the fear. 

“Oh,” is all he whispers. 

“Is there something you want?” you ask, unable to meet his prying gaze. “To ask the sea for, I mean.” 

“Yeah.” His voice is hoarse. “I do. Badly.” 

Your stomach is in knots and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more. 

“Oh,” you parrot. “I see.” 

This time he’s the one who laughs, dimples making your already weak resolve crumble. 

“Have you made yours?” he asks, and you don’t want to disappoint yourself by reading too much into the shift of his eyes, round and golden like the sun. 

Your nod is delayed. 

“I have,” you respond.

“Do you…” he trails off, swallowing down the lump in his throat, “Do you think it’s come true?” 

Neteyam’s breath stutters, chest hitching, when your gaze seems to scan his features thoughtfully. Your mouth twitches as you grin, almost glowing, and you pin him with a look that tells him all he needs to know. 

“Yes,” you hum. “I think it has.” 

neng © 2023

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ooh youd never watched mh before? like not the og series either? i also really like the new show!

Never! Think might have heard about the toys once, a few years back? A bit isolated out here heheh, and the internet speed is... well

BUT YEAH THE NEW SHOW! Gen 3? THAT ONE!!!!

okay so far i've only seen what's free on youtube and The Monstering and that's enough to tell me something Very Important about this show. Well. A few Very Important Things

1.) HALLOWEEN SCHOOL THATS SPOOKY YES YES YES

when was a kid (one million years ago) i was Obsessed with the idea of Halloween Town and loved imagining all these stories about my version of it

(accessed via a well, for some reason)

imagined being a pumpkin headed scarecrow (legit my first self insert OC, before I know those terms) and hanging out with MY ghoul friends (werewolf, vampire, skeleton, ghost, the usual)

drew fanart for it and daydreamed about it all year long...

my neighbor, the kid i played most with bc neither of us had anyone else, liked playing animal uprising in barbie town and wasn't so keen on the spooks, so my desire for a funky creepy friend group VESTERED. like worms. or maybe maggots

AND NOw

MONTER HIGH?????

There've been other shows or movies that TRY to do this, but they either go too dark for me, or the spook stuff is so surface level it's like halloween decorations

MONSTER HIGH IS JUST- PERFECT

soft core body horror via Frankie! Oh hey Cleo has bugs crawling under her wrappings! The teens are eating EYES and BRAINS and sloppy joes made from TOES?

COMMITED TO THE SPOOK

The students are ACTUAL spooks! Draculaura can turn into a bat! She's got NO reflection! Frankie keeps falling apart- Literally! Ghost students!

Creative use of the spook! Here's an eyeball to record your class project on!

it's VIBES

the vibes are EVERYWHERE

I LOVE BAD PUNS AND THIS IS FULL OF THEM EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME

2.) This show feels safe. Comfortable. Cozy.

Meet Frankie. They use they/them pronouns

THAT JUST HAPPENS SO CASUALLY IT JUST HAPPENS SO EASILY AND WE ALL MOVE ON LIKE ITS NORMAL TO SEE THAT IN A SHOW

Clawdeeeeeen and the school...

the students go from AHH A HUMAN!! to sneaking around trying to eves drop on Clawdeen and the headmistress and now they don't look scared they look curious, they're interested in this human talking about her love of monster stories and how she doesn't fit in with humans and just wants to stay here with them- it's sweet. It's so sweet.

Even before she turn out to be part werewolf, the feeling is, the students like her. They'd be happy to have her stay. There's a connection here even WITHOUT being a monster

like Draculaura and Frankie and Duce want to help Clawdeen figure out what kind of monster she might be SO SHE CAN STAY. the framing is, turning out to be a monster would be the EXCUSE for her to be here, with friends. The ones she already has, now

my heart

dont touch me

I NEED A SOFT SHOW LIKE THIS. I NEED, JUST, HEY WE CAN BE KIND ON A GENERAL BASIS. THE WORLD CAN BE LIKE THIS

3.) the... the expectations of what a body should look like.... break them and be joyful

Clawdeen the werewolf girl is worried for a sec that she doesn't have ENOUGH armpit hair

for fun we get to see it growing THROUGH her SHIRT!

also i dont know why but it feels like this is one of the first times i've seen weregirls with leg and arm hair that has actual, noticeable, fur tufts. not just smooth with a fur coloring. this has Texture. these girls are HAIRY

and again it's just another thing, it's normal at monster high

hey i love it

Iris is on the fear squad

IRIS IS ON THE FEAR SQUAD

the monster who is fat and has one giant eyeball is on monster high's version of the cheerleading squad!

LAGOONA HAS ACTUAL NEEDLE SHAP TEETH

ALLLLLLLL. OF. FRANKIE.

metal leg? Clear and obvious scar stiches all over their body? yep! zero self image issues this monster is just out there grooving!

hey this merdude has a tail with no legs he uses a wheelchair no biggie

look

i have EXTREME dysphoria and no money to do anything about it

i want to go to monster high, too

it looks safe

last and most important of all....

4.) WRITING ! HEY! THE WRITING IS SHARP AND THE EDITING IS CRUNCHY

character voices. CHARACTER VOICES.

THEY HAVE THEM

a lowbar, you might think, and yet i've spent good money on media written for adults that DOES NOT HAVE THIS

i've watched maybe, four five eps? and already i can HEAAR the characters in my head! i can feel the TONE of the show! i can imagine my own little adventures for them bc it's easy to feel what they'd say or do!

I LOVE CHARACTER VOICES

you know what i hate? things that arn't set up! things that are forgotten!

eleven minutes and so far not ONCE has something happened that wasn't set up before hand

Oh everyone's out of the camera ghoul yay- wait. I don't see cleo in the pile. did they forget to animate her?

NOPE

She's still in the camera monster's pocket dimension!

SHE REFUSES TO LEAVE UNTIL IT FINALLY TAKES A GOOD PHOTO OF HER FOR THE FEAR BOOK!

as set up by her having trouble even buying coffee bc her id doesn't look like her, as set up by her new photo also getting ruined accidentally by Frankie, as set up by her getting caught by the monster when she came back to demand another photo!

the way the three bell chime "ding, ding, DOOOM" are used when Clawdeen is exchanging thumbs up with the wolf pack only to cut on the DOOOM to her going into the woods for the pack meeting against her instincts

nervous ding nervous ding BIG DOOOOOM OF THIS IS A BAD IDEA

brain candy

that's brain candy for me

i feel like a zombie media student

"gOoOoOd eDiTtInG....!" i moan, shambling towards the next episode with arms out stretched

there's so much of this tbh its always there

ok i have to stop this rant this is getting ridiculous

QUICK OTHER MENTIONS OF AWESOME

---- VOice acting! I'm sensitive to stiff acting and these ppl are haivng FUN i can FEEEEEEL it. Cleo and Spectra stand out for me. And Lagoona especially. i love Lagoona

---- DESIGN AND COLORS aye it's pretty! my eyes are having fun!

---- MUSIC AND SOUND DESIGN they are on point and make everything ten times better

----- WORLD BUILDING i don't need to explore it but it feels like there's a world and a history of monsters out there and that sells the whole school

----- THE FEELS so far Draculaura in the Food Fight ep hits the hardest. Girl giving a presentation against witch craft, while secretly practicing witch craft, to convince herself it's bad... needing confidence to cast spells correctly, only she loses hers... all of the wanting to be a witch, it makes her feel like her, and then- the realization that that MAKES her a witch. She already IS one. She wants to tell her dad but, just, can't. And her friends support her.... oh, that hit good

And also, of course, Frankie the nonbinary monster!

who isn't a split of guy and girl, or a multiple personality deal. They're just. Nonbinary. They don't need a reason or an explanation.

sure you could say, it's cause they're made up of parts from other people, but the show doesn't say that. Frankie calls those parts their "past" selves/lives. this is their life though and they are their own self. silly, sweet, emotional, curious Frankie Stein. who goes by they/them

as someone with zero gender, who can't introduce my self as they/them, that feels so good

this SHOW feels so good

cleo/frankie is really cute, very adorable, but i think im just bitten for the whole show now. i don't care what happens in particular just let me frolic gleefully in the childhood i wish id had :)

[chiefatticcreator]

Miraculous Ladybug: Juleka has been secretly wanting to try bondage sex with Adrien but hasn't been able to get alone with him. However when they were paired up together for a project, Adrien had Nathalie disable the camera to his room to have some fun with his favorite goth. Little did he know the accessories Juleka had brought with her: a purple silicone lips open mouth gag to force her mouth open for blowjobs/face-fucking & to let Adrien hear her sing, a lace blindfold, padded handcuffs & a jeweled heart-shapped buttplug to keep her rear full as Adrien fucked her tight & snug, creamy pussy.

Having succintly greeted his son's school firend, Gabriel had no further interest in this matter and had turned away within seconds of the goth girl enterign his manor, leaving the two teens alone with nathalie and the bodyguard. The latter shot a last glance at adrien before grunting and leaving as well, to take care of the car and have some rest.

"Nathalie, Juleka and I will be studying for a few hours." Adrien smiled at the older woman.

Nathalie knew what that meant, of course, and nodding towards her true master, she left the two children alone while she moved through the mansion, going to her own small office. There, on the camera, she could see adrien walking Juleka through the immense house, and his hand fixated on her ass all the way, the goth girl leaning against him, pressing her chest against his side. smiling, nathalie turned off the cameras inside Adrien's bedroom. As amusign as it would be to one day show everything to gabriel, today was not that day yet, and Adrien would have some fun in private.

Juleka was smiling as well. Not just because she and Adrien were about to have sex again, and she always loved his enormous alpha cock, but because she had a surprise prepared for him.

When adrien was closign the door, she was already unpacking her bag while marveling at his immense bedroom. And when adrien turned around, Juleka was smiling at him, holdingthe gag. It was obscene, round, plastic, with fake bimbo lips around it, helpfully indicatign which side went into her mouth.

Before she actually put it on, however, she gestured towards the other items on the couch, all taken from her bags. There weren't that many, just three more, actually: a pair of handcuffs, fuzzy and meant for this kind of play, a black blindfold, and another thing.

"I want you to tie me up and fuck my mouth-pussy like you own it, master~" Juleka smiled. "And then i want you to use all my holes like the absolute dirty and useless lesbian cumrag i am~"

++++

"GLLLrkh! Glrk! gulurgh, huuurgh.. sluuurrrp!"

These lewd, disgusting, needy and slutty noises had been the only ones coming from Juleka's mouth for the past fifteen minutes. Adrien's bitchbreaker, his immense fuckrod, the scent of which had just completely invaded juleka's mind, was being rammed down her throat over and over. Big enough, his cock's gargantuan size made it so that even despite her best efforts, she couldn't actually swallow it whole. She felt her throat bulge obscenely, she knew, she felt it reach even her stomach, and still there was a good amount of godly Adrien cock outside of her.

But she tried her best, the ring gag giving her palstic bimbo lips as her real plump disksuckers were put to good use by her master. But fucking her face until her makeup was running, tears streaming down her visage and she had cum from just tasting his divine dick was all well and good, but that was not the only thing adrien wanted to do with her.

Smirking, he pulled his cock out of her mouth-cunt, leaving the huge member scraping against her throat inch by inch until it flopped out, covered in a mixture of his cum and her saliva in a slimy thick throatslop.

Juleka coughed even with the gag, but her eyes were full of lust and adoration as she looked up at him, still cuffed to his immense bed.

"Sho ghuuud~" she drooled. She had cum enough time, again and again and again, to form a large puddle of her own juices on the floor.

But he would not use her pussy today, or at least, not as much as usual.

Smiling as he eyed the buttplug, he looked down at her, his potent fuckstick still fully hard.

"Show me your ass, slut." he ordered her. Hearign his voice alone made Juleka shiver in excitement, another gushing of her cunt rejoining the growing puddle of her love juices on the floor as she turned around, shaking her fat ass for her alpha stud master.

As always, she was ready and prepared. And like every time adrien's massive dick fucked her, it was bigger than she had imagined, it made her toes curl the moment his tip touched her ass, it made her drool, her tongue lolling out of her mouth i na slutty ahegao as the goth girl felt Adrien's amazing penis start to fuck her ass.

Adrien smiled. His hands firmly and roughly holding her waist as he slammed his gigantic cock up Juleka's shitter, watching her asscheeks spread and jiggle as he fucked her, bulging her stomach even more than before. Groaning in pleasure, while Juleka's mind was completely breaking from the fucking she was recieving from her stud master. She couldn't hear or percieve anything, she couldn't think of anything else than the mind-shattering, brain-destroying, orgasmic bliss adrien made her feel whenever he fucked her. The handcuffs jiggled as her entire body moved back and forth from his thrust, and she squirted and she came, again and again, every move of Adrien making her feel even more pleasure.

She had been fucked beyond silly, her mind reduced to dust, then to atoms beyond the dust, when adrien finally came inside her ass an hour later. her voice, hoarse from screaming for so long, came out as barely a whimper, high-pitched and brief. But her mind was gone, her brain fried from the overwhelming pleasure as she passed out. adrien's mighty cock shot out spurt after spurt, flooding her stomach with bucketfuls, maybe even bathtub's worth of his thick, virile, potent manly cum. It completely filled her, to the point she even spat it out as it overflew from her mouth.

And, when he pulled out of the now-unconscious goth girl, adrien smiled, quickly reachign otu and plugging her ass with the butt plug. She would walk for hours with it, bloated, stomach full, brain full of his cum.

[catboyaddiction]

image ID: texts between two people. on the right side, the first person sends a photo of a cat laying on its side and looking off to something outside of the frame. the cat is white with brown and orange spots, and on its side is a brown spot shaped like a heart. the other person replies with, “Wow, I see a heart shap. She is Full of love” shape is misspelled as shap, and the word full has the first letter capitalized. end ID.

i sent my mom this picture and she replied with this

[unfairwar]

[ be my valentine ] to ask my muse to be your muse’s valentine ( max & marley ? only 90's kids remember them )

⸻ it was a love-hate relationship, the one she had with this holiday.

marley was a romantic and she couldn't help but smile every time she saw someone with flowers or big heart-shapped balloons, knowing they were on their way to make someone important to them extremely happy. it was that one day where everyone made an effort, not only for their partners but also for their friends and family; it made her heart full and her playlist happy and cheery.

however, she hated how full the diner was on those days. kitty and her worked double shift and while the tips were good and the food slightly more decent than other days, it left her with no time to celebrate her own valentine. for the first time, marley had someone that she wanted to spend all her day with, or maybe go to see a movie or get dinner; but her time wouldn't allow it.

she wasn't even sure if max was going to be working either. for all she knew, maybe it was a busy day for strippers too, what would make sense in a way. still, marley wanted to make the thought count and she made him a present to ask him to be her valentines, just for him to beat her at it with his own present.

"oh max" her smile softened just as her eyes and she approached him to give him a light kiss, before she remembered she had gifts as well. "it seems like we do have the same ideas" the girl passed him the box full of his favorite cupcakes and a polaroid photo of them, put on a wood mark she had decorated herself to match his room. "i will be your valentine's if you agree to be mine"

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

A Marauders Wild Child AU

For the ones who hadn't seen Emma Roberts' 2008 movie with this name, then this contains a lot of spoilers. And, if you haven't watched it, I totally recommended it.

The characters would be like this:

Sirius Black as Poppy Moore.

Regulus Black as Molly Moore (the little brother)

James Potter as Josie (the athletic one)

Peter Pettigrew as Drippy (the innocent one)

Remus Lupin as Kate (the smart and kind one)

Severus Snape as Harriet (the stalker villain)

Lily Evans as Freddy (the one everyone has a crush on but is something more)

Plus:

Barty Crouch and Evan Rosier as Snape's cronies.

Marlene and Dorcas as Lily's lesbian friends.

And Dumbledore as Mrs. Kingsley.

So Sirius' rich family lived in California. He was a fifteen year old gay boy that loved fashion and clothing. He was popular and rich back in California and his friend group was mainly composed by "mean superficial girls". Sirius was kind of the gay drama queen that only had girl friends. His best friend was Ruby (who was a total bitch). Sirius had a crush on Rody, a popular boy that apparently was straight but he flirted with Sirius all the time. (But only for his money and power). Sirius always liked to pine about him with Ruby. Not knowing that Ruby was actually seeing him in secret.

It was Regulus who knew that Sirius' little friends were fake. He knew that they only hung out with him for his money and huge house on the beach. Regulus was much more of a loner. He rolled his eyes everytime Ruby hung around because he knew she was a traitor. He had tried to tell his brother, but he didn't believe him.

Sirius was a rebel. His parents Orion and Walburga were always working or traveling and didn't pay their sons much attention. So Sirius always made huge parties, pranks, he got in trouble in school, just to get their attention. Regulus was always the voice of reason, telling Sirius to stop. But Sirius didn't listen. He was a rebel.

So one time, he made a freaking crazy party at their house. Sirius' friends ended up so drunk that the house was practically distroyed.

"You really overdid it, Sirius" Regulus commented the next day "You are gonna get in so much trouble"

The thing was that Orion and Walburga always threathened Sirius with sending him to the UK, to a boarding school. The same one Orion went to, if he didn't behave. But even if they said that everytime, they never ended up doing it. So Sirius didn't worry.

But Orion and Walburga arrived early that weekend, they saw the terrible mess and damage that Sirius had caused. They said that it was the last drop. Sirius was going to Hogwarts: An only boy catholic and conservative boarding school founded in 1855.

Now imagine Sirius arriving to this school, full of boys in their perfect uniforms. But Sirius is using colorful clothes, heart shapped shades, a furred coat, wearing many chains and rings, with his nails red or something.

"You don't understand, Mr. Dumbledore" Orion told him as they arrived "We need a miracle, my son is a true devil"

"I'll see what I can do, Mr. Black"

Of course Sirius was the new kid who caused sensation. Severus Snape was usually the prefect, who was the teacher's pet, especially with Dumbledore, since Snape was obsessed with his niece Lily Evans, who went to a school near by that was only for girls. Snape was also a homophobic, who liked order and he was very annoying, because he was a party pooper, always ruining everyone's fun plans with his cronies: Crouch and Rosier, who always did as he said.

Dumbledore instructed Remus Lupin to give Sirius a tour through the campus. Remus was sweet and nice. But Sirius was an asshole at first, because he hated that school from the start.

"Look, you superficial twat!" Remus told him "I don't have time to hear how your life is so bloody horrible. Minus if you keep insulting me. Good luck finding your dorm... And be careful, it's about to rain"

"Nobody understands what you say, dude. What the fuck is a twat?" Sirius said, as Remus walked away. But since Remus didn't listen, he groaned.

Sirius ended up in the same dorm as Remus, with other two boys: James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, who called themselves: "The Marauders". At first, James, Peter and Remus stared at Sirius as if he was weird. He was raised as an American, he talked differently, and he had other customs.

"I reckon I've never met a gay person, before..." Peter whispered to his friends.

"There are bloody gay people in the UK" Remus whispered back.

"I bet it is more common in America, isn't it?"

"I think his nails are wicked" James commented "I wouldn't do it, but..." he shurgged.

"How many... Do you think he...."

Finally Sirius took his earphones off, irritated.

"May I help you?" he spat "Take a picture. It lasts longer!"

"How many dicks have you sucked?"

"Peter!" Remus protested.

Sirius was silent for a while.

"Well... I kind of lost count..." he said confidently "There's Paul, Carl, Jason, Daniel... Marcus, That guy with the beard I don't remember his name....A college boy named Lucas..."

Peter's mouth was wide opened. Remus raised and eyebrow.

"Blimey fuck!" James exclaimed.

All of them were invented names.

Sirius acted like a rebel, someone who didn't give a shit about anything, someone who would do anything to go back home. But in reality, he was just sad, thinking his parents finally "got rid of him" because they hadn't even called. And Sirius missed Regulus. He missed his friends.

James, Remus and Peter explained the rules and dynamic of that place. Since the place was catholic, they had to pray a lot, and maintain values. They explained their rivalry with Snape, who they called Snivellus. They also explained that both of them were competing for Lily's attention.

"She is the Headmaster's gorgeous, beautiful and sexy niece" James groaned.

"James is obsessed with her" Remus explained, smiling.

"I am in love with her!"

"But she hates his guts" Peter nodded.

They explained how he always did stupid things to get her attention.

Sirius struggled with Hogwarts strict rules, the way he was suppossed to use his uniform, the religion and the homophobia. Snape made his life miserable.

It was until Remus found Sirius crying in the dorm, that he realized Sirius was not that bad. Sirius explained to him that his parents didn't care, and took the first opportunity to get rid of him. He told him how he missed his brother.

"Are you cold?" Remus observed after Sirius hugged himself.

"This country is freaking cold..." he sniffed "California is different..."

Remus snorted "Don't you have nice comfy jumpers?"

Sirius shook his head. So Remus gave him one of his. It was large, comfy, soft and warm. Sirius smiled.

So it became The Marauders' mission to help Sirius get expelled and go back home with Reggie and his friends. In the meantime, they got to know each other. They had fun making little pranks on teachers, students and Snape, who was always trying to give away their plans to Dumbledore but failed. Sirius became part of the lacrosse team, which James was a member of and very passionate about.

Sirius also decided to help James with Lily, because "Nobody deserves to even breathe near Snivuellus. If someone deserves that girl, that is you, Jamie"

They became friends in no time. And in the meantime, Sirius developed a crush on Remus. For Sirius, he was adorable, sweet but at the same time hot, sarcastic and he had many mysteries that SIrius had to discover, like the fact that he loved to smoke. Besides, Sirius found his british accent very sexy. He couldn't avoid feeling butterflies and goosebumps when Remus was around. It is nothing like with Rody. Sirius had lied about messing up with different boys, but in reality, he was a virgin who was falling in love for the first time.

So Sirius asked James for advice.

"What am I suppossed to do if he is so gorgeous?" he asked him one time "Any signs that he swings to the other side?"

"Swings to the other side?"

"That he is into boys..."

"You bloody americas have weird expressions"

"Actually, I understand half of what you british people say"

James grinned "Remus is so mysterious. He had a girlfriend when he was twelve but she broke his heart. But..." James added once Sirius sighed "He used to be very friendly with our last roommate Kingsley, they were both book nerds"

"Shit..." Sirius groaned "I am so into Remus Lupin!"

"What are you whispering about?" Remus asked, once he finished his conversation with Peter.

"Nothing!" Sirius turned bright red.

James grinned.

So that scene in the party arrived. And Sirius helped the boys pick their outfits.

"Nothing boring, like suits and ties" Sirius gagged "I am gonna teach you how to have style..." he grinned "By the end of the night, you're going to impress those girls, boys..."

Althought, he wanted Remus to himself. He hoped no girl would flirt with his man. Even if Remus didn't know he was his man.

The party was with the girls from the other school, including Lily Evans. While Snape tried to impress her with a "Pride & Prejudice" quote (her favorite book), The Marauders stepped inside, looking absolutely faboulous. Perfect colorful outfits that matched their skin tone, eyeliner, black nails, each one with their style. They looked like rockstars.

"This faggot is turning everyone into a faggot" Snape whispered, as Lily and her friends Marlene and Dorcas, decided to go to dance with The Marauders.

What Snape didn't know was that his friends Crouch and Rosier had a fling going on between each other. (That's kind of a side story).

James changed his tactic with Lily that night. He followed Sirius' advice and treated her like a gentleman. Lily realized that he wasn't that bad. And by the end of the night, they ended up kissing, snogging more like.

Meanwhile, Sirius was so nervous around Remus, that he got drunk. He got so drunk, that he fell to the floor. And started giggling.

"I think he needs a bit of air" James suggested.

"Mr. Lupin... I want you to do the honors...." Sirius said, flirting "Have I mentioned how cute you look with eyeliner?"

Remus smiled amused as he took Sirius outside. And now it was just the two of them. Sirius tried to use the tactic that his plastic friends used with boys back in California. He acted slutty, provoking Remus, pretending to be more drunk that he was and flirt with him. But when Sirius leaned to kiss him, Remus pulled away. That made Sirius want him more.

"I get it..." Sirius sighed "You're probably straight" Remus raised an eyebrow "I'll have to swallow my pride, and secretly cry while you flirt with a girl in there, right?"

Remus smiled "Who said I was straight?"

Sirius snorted "Are you..."

Remus didn't respond, he simply leaned in. Sirius leaned in as well. But they were interrupted by Snape and his cronies.

"May I remind you Black and Lupin that any kind of physical affection is forbidden in this party..."

"Thank God he didn't see James sucking Lily's face before" Remus whispered in Sirius' ear, which made him laugh.

The boys went back inside. They didn't kiss that night. But they had fun with his friends, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. The group danced, drank, and had fun together.

Dumbledore scolded them the next morning. He didn't sound like Orion and Walburga, he sounded like a worried father. Like he cared for Sirius' safety. It was new to Sirius.

"It is working, mate" James grinned as they got out to the pitch.

"What?"

"You are surely getting expelled and you won't have to see Dumbledore again"

Sirius was having a great time at that school actually. He didn't want to get expelled. But of course, he didn't want to sound mellow. He had a reputation to mantain. So he pretended to keep with the plan.

But in the meantime, he apologized with Remus for acting like a wanker in the party. And he instead asked him out on a date.

Sirius wrote to Reggie and Ruby daily, telling them about his life in the UK. But while Regulus answered, Ruby didn't. Sirius continued either way. He began telling them how much he hated that place and his roommates. But as time passed, he wrote that they weren't that bad, and he actually liked them. He also asked Ruby for advice with Remus.

Sirius did that that morning, before his big date with Remus. But he mistakenly, let his email open. And someone took advantage of that.

Sirius had an incredible time with Remus in their date. Sirius for the first time, could be himself. Remus made him laugh, naturally. And Sirius stopped worrying about clothes, image, impressiong anyone.

They shared many kisses.

Once they came back to the dorm, holding hands happily, they saw that James and Peter were furious.

"What is going on?"

They began reading an email, supossedly written from Sirius to Ruby. Where he talked shit about all of them, and mentioned that he was only playing with Remus' feelings for fun. "Just like he did with other boys".

Even if Sirius told them, what was written there wasn't true, partially, because he had written some of those things, they didn't believe him. And they got very angry at him.

Just like Poppy, Sirius set the curtain on fire, after he discovered the that Ruby was fake and she was never a real friend to him. Sirius was sure he put it out, but the flames began again. He went from room to room getting everyone out, feeling guilty for what had happened, thinking it had been his fault.

When they were outside, they realized that Peter was missing. He had been locked in the fridger. So Sirius ignored everyone's protests and got inside to rescue him. Sirius managed to safe Peter.

But the damage was done. Sirius was blamed for everything. He didn't deny it. He had to face the court, to decide his punishment or expulsion. And for the first time, Sirius didn't want to leave this school, because he had found his family there. He wanted to stay. But he thought the fire had been his fault.

Meanwhile, The Marauders discussed Sirius' innocence.

"It doesn't make sense, because I remember he was all excited and nervous to go out with you, Remus... And I was calming his down"

"What time was that?" Peter asked.

"Almost eleven?" James shrugged.

"The email is sent after that"

Remus didn't want to believe any of this. So Peter stood up and began searching through Sirius' bed.

"What are you doing?" James asked.

"Finding proof"

And that's how they found Sirius' diary, in which he had written the truth. He wrote how The Marauders were like his family, how much he liked them, how much fun he had with them. And he also wrote how much in love he was with Remus, how he made him feel many things.

In the trial, Snape seemed very enthusiastic on blaming Sirius for everything. Sirius knew his destiny was expulsion, but he saw how The Marauders sneaked into some chairs in the back. He smiled. They were there to support him.

That gave Sirius the courage of saying in front of everyone how much he had loved that school, that he had found his family, and he didn't want to leave. He talked that the place could be better, not that conservative and supportive of the lgbt community.

"Hogwarts is a traditional and conservative institution since it's origins!" Snape protested.

"Bloody hell, Mr. Snape" Dumbledore rolled his eyes "Shut up! As a gay man, I agree with Mr. Black"

Everyone was surprised and amused by that confession. Sirius smiled pleased.

The Marauders supported him saying that they helped Sirius with the fire, so they should get expelled as well. And many others joined. So Snape got so stressed, that he began yelling, and he spilled the fact that a lighter had been used.

"How do you know that, Severus?" Crouch asked "Nobody had mentioned anything about a lighter..."

That's how Snape gave himself away, confessing that Sirius had put out the fire and he had started it again. Just to get him into trouble. At the end, Snape was the one expelled.

The story finishes with Hogwarts winning the lacrosse cup, thanks to Sirius and James. And we have a last scene of them tanning in California, with Regulus, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas. Sirius and Remus are together. And Lily and James are willing to try things.

By the end of it, The Marauders jump from a clift like in the original movie. And Marlene whispers:

"Those bloody boys are mental"

And Lily smiles "Yes, they are"

And that's how the story ends. Thank you very much.

[beybladebladerboy999]

Dia means sun btw.

Lord Diavolo angst.

Maybe OOC LuLu, I just love soft, messy LuLu.

He regrets ever picking you for the exchange program. Because of you his life is ruined. He never planned to share Lucifer with anybody romantically.

Then one day he asked to talk. He confessed he was in love.

With you.

Diavolo cried himself to sleep that night. As he remembered his friends smiling face. Of course he congratulated him and gave him advice while Barbatos prepared a special blend of tea.

He always thought he'd have Lucifer body and soul forever.

He should have never let you come here. You have the brothers in shambles, bowing to your every command.

You have all of them wrapped around your little finger and you don't even realize it. Out of all seven you had to pick Lucifer.

He was always supposed to be his Lucifer. His fallen Morning Star with eyes that shone like fire. Skin as pale as snow, with hair as black and shiny as ink. His Lucifer only belonged to him in name only. He was so beautiful, he deserved better than to be your plaything. Lucifer deserved a Queen's status, he belonged on the throne working with Diavolo side by side.

You see this needed to be revised immediately, that's why he killed you. It was to easy really, wait until you got back to the human world, slip some poison into your water systems, and make sure his Lucy was busy with work all day and night.

Why don't I take your D.D.D Lucifer, it will just distract you. The faster you finish your work the faster you can talk to MC. I'm sure she misses you.

He had to be discrete, if lucifer found out all his love would vanish, so not even you could know your killer. He sent you letter often and texted you, played the nice guy, the supportive friend. Now you were far away in the Celestial realm, forbidden from dating the Morning Star based on your angel status. Of course secretly delivered by Barbatos to Micheal.

Then I gave him my brightest smile and shoved more paperwork into his arms, the arms that should be wrapped around him.

He saved Lilith, he gave him work, a place for him and his brothers to stay. Lucifer should be his, and now he will be, now that your out of the way. Watching from the Celestial realm as your boyfriend cries into his shoulder. His hair loose and his school uniform buttons undone, Diavolo could fell his heart beating.

You were gone, Lucifer was his once more.

The cost well the boys will get over it soon enough, they don't even know who killed you. After all you were a good friend to everyone, his tears were real.

He really would miss you, but you crossed the line when you took Lucifer from him. Maybe he'll come and visit you when Lucifer is wearing his ring. When its safe for his heart to never fell that way about you again.

Diavolo hugged his friend and soothed his heaving sobs.

You see Lucifer loves me , he doesn't hide anything from me. Look at him falling apart on my shoulder, the all mighty Morning Star, reduced to tears and a shadow of himself.

"Diavolo" he whispered

"Yes my Lovely?"

" Does Barb know who killed her?"

He sounded cool, and broken. He sounded like a man who just had his heart shattered.

"An unfortunate accident. Her poison garden had a broken pipe, the poison seeped into the ground into her drinking supply." He sounded mournful as he spoke.

" You know how found she was with her deadly garden Lucifer, that's why she got on with Satan so well, always hungry for information."

Lucifer chocked back a sob.

He told you your obsession would kill you one day, and now look at you. Stuck under his Father's thumb in the blinding white of his old home. At least he could rely on Simeon to keep you safe.

For the first time in his millennia old life Lucifer regretted his fall.

At his back Diavolo smiled, finally mine he thought, finally finally mine.

"This is where you live dearest?" he said. Looking at you in wonder. A small cottage greeted him with flowers blooming around metal gates. A green house in the backyard, filled to brimming with toxic and deadly plants.

he stared at you as you put on little green leather gloves and pointed at every plant, the poison it obtained and what it could do it a humans system. You showed him leaf patterns and squeezed a pokeberry and watched the seeds spill out, showing him the poison as red as blood inside.

"Isn't it wonderful" you asked. You gazed into his eyes, yours were filled with an almost child like wonder as you gazed around your garden. For once you had almost rivaled your boyfriend in Pride. He could practically see the peacock feathers sprouting from your back.

" I just want you to look upon the true irony of your current situation." She smiles as Lucifer plucks a Manchieel apple from the tree and bit down.

"I love you Lucifer" Then she looked up at me threw her long beautiful lashes. I felt the blush  creep up my cheeks as my hand rose to meet my chest.

"I love you to MC"

I kissed her then, her lips were full and warm and she was alive. We kissed by the dying sunset, I pulled her flush aganist my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I remember the feeling of utter happiness as I help her aganist me. It was like a tight spring loaded in my heart.

I love you MC, I will always love you.

Lucifer's tears slowly drew to a close as Diavolo hugger him closer. You were always so  reckless, always attracted to things that could kill you whether it be plants or your choice of boyfriend. You never had a sense of self preservation, its how you two originally gotten closer.

After he realized Mammon was a horrible human babysitter he slowly faded into the role. Then after your true heritae was revealed, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with you.

Ha look where that got him. Youe dead and his heart is shattered on the ground.

Even after all those pacts you still went to Celestial, even though your a desecandt of the angel my Father wanted elimanited.

Maybe this is a new tourment from my Father after all, he took away Lilith, and now you.

My darling little MC.

Lucifer was sure his heart would never be put back together again.

He missed your warm touches. Your random notes on his mountains of paperwork, little encouragments and silly heart on sticky notes.

He saved them all.

You come in with snacks or drinks in the dead of night just to remind him to eat.

"How could you possibly love  a demon, I'm a failure. A fallen angel." He looked downcast.

You confessed your love fo rthe first time that night. Heart shapped pancakes, on his desk after a particularly long meeting. At the time his first thought was "Beel didn't see these, how odd."

" I love you in spite of that. Lucifer you work hard, you sacrificed your  freedom for your family. You work like a slave to because of it. Your so strong. You saved your brother from the dungeon, and bore the burden of greif all these years." YOu looked at him admiration and a touch of saddness.

"'I love you because no matter what you come to face, you better yourself with it." his pride swelled, he took in your flushed face, your sparkling eyes, and your soft hair. He loved you for so long. He pulled you close and kissed away your tears.

Then you fed each other pancakes.

He didn't do any work that night.

The brothers made you a memorial behdn the House of Lamentation. Filled to the brim with roses spelled healthy, and pictures upon pictures from your Devilgram account. Soft teddy bears and the controller you used most when playing with Levi, a tube of your lipstick you accidentally left behind.

Lucifer went their that night, he sat in frount of you and cried himself to sleep. It was almost like losing Lilith all over again.

You were the one to comfort him when you felt like this. When he lost the battle of the darkness inside his heart, but you were gone, and nobody else dared approach him. He felt your absence in the very core of his being, he missed your hands grazing his horns or preening his wings.

" Their like clouds! So fluffy!"

" They were made from clouds dearest" He smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap."

" I miss you MC, my dearest one." A few tears dropped onto your tombstone. He rested his head agaist your picture.

" Lucifer" a soft voice whispered, hiding in the shadows.

"Simeon" Lucifer looked up and saw his friend under the tree. He looked forlorn and...was that dread?

" We need to talk... I have  a message from....her"

Lucifer sat up and gracefully walkes towards him. His uniform is covered in mud and he was an indent from your memorial but, he still looked prideful. Even if he didn't feel anything at all.

Simeon looked at him in a pitiful manner.

" She loves you Lucifer, and it wasn't an accident. She said she saw Barbatos, and the cop who was investagating, he was a demon who tried to eat her once. When she was with Satan at the library.

She says he lended over and checked her pulse after she drank the water. He said he was sorry, on all accounts."

Lucifer couldn't speak, he was falling once more in a pit of rage and despair.

" Are you sure?" disbelief coated his voice as he looked upon his best friend and companion.

" She's a mess about it, Barb came over and-" Simeon shuddered. "She's being peppered with questions about everythibg from Micheal, she saw a few of her deceased pets and started crying, she won't leave them be" he chuckled slightly.

Lucifer felt a stab of betrayal, but he also felt a sense of purpose.

"Thank you Simeon" he said cooly, buttoning up his unofrm, tying his belt, fixing his medals."Give MC my love from now until the end of eternity." Lucifer walked cooly back to your memorial. He touched your smiling face and took out his D.D.D.

The Demon Brothers (6) New (7)

Lucifer- Family meeting in the dining room, Five minutes

He shut off his phone and walked back into the house.

" Your so strong Lucifer."

"Your so beautiful"

" You'll always be my angel."

" I love you, and I'll always love you."

Lucifer stared at his brothers' gathered in he dining hall. He tuned out their questions and held up his hand.

He stood up the chair moving soundlessely on the carpet.

He placed his hand over the R.A.D badge, then he ripped it off. The stitches popping and metals clanging on the table.

He threw it to the floor.

"Who here wants to start a rebellion."

Yay my first aganst! So who wins that's up to you! Comment please I love reading them.

This is my girlfriend's story and I wanted to post it here and she let me so go check it out on wattpad

@sparkleshinegreen

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

I know, for almost a year now I’ve written about each shopping trip, commenting on the local Covid-19 behavior, but I’m not really doing it today.

Put simply, I didn’t pay attention.

Alright there was this one bit where I encountered my 3rd grade teacher (What is up with me bumping into my old teachers?!??) and responded to her speaking to me with a wave, which is apparently what stopped her from coming closer. She laughed and said “That’s right! We are supposed to keep our distance!” But honestly, I was waving and not going in for a hug because that’s what I always do. I’m always doing this dance of the person talking to me taking a step closer and me taking a step back. People around here like to stand inches apart and I’m an arm length kinda gal (unless we are really emotionally close....which almost no one is). That was the only moment where I consciously thought about Covid at all.

Talking to that teacher got to me, TBH. 

She started out asking is I lived at the “old home place” (local terminology for family land), and when she said that was nice I  replied I was sort of trapped into it. People don’t get that, both  that I’m not a fangirl for my home town and that I got stuck here out of a sense of family responsibility more than desire.

She then, meaning well, asked if I had “someone special”. When I said no she did that thing of saying, “You will! It will happen by accident, just wait”. Yeah, sure. People always say that sort of thing, along with “just be yourself”, which is the only way I have ever been. I’ve waited and been myself and hoped and not tried to force it and....it ain’t happening. My hair is turning grey and all my romantic love has been unrequited. Honestly, you get my age and not one person has been in love with you, or even some foolish approximation of it, I really think you’ve got to give up waiting and either do something futile in frantic desperation or try to gracefully accept this just your life.

She ended by going on about how “blessed” she is to have her daughter who has promised to always take care of her, and how much it means to have a loving family. Great. Rub salt in my wounds!

Anyway, my mood wasn’t great. Mostly little things like the Tractor Supply being out of hog/pig feed so I have to cross my fingers they get a new shipment before the bag I’m using runs out. 

One thing bugged me a surprising amount. I’d waited months for the railroad company to come through to replace the ties so I could watch them, and they did it today of all days. I got out there in time to see the last thing, a vehicle picking up the discarded old ties, and waded through water above my boots (our first day without rain in ages) to get across the field to get a photo before it was out of sight...only to find my camera had NOT charged even though it was plugged in over night. So no pic. And the probs I’ve had with the cable connection to charge my camera and get pics off it may have reached the end.

Anyway, I was hoping for the consolation of the dregs of Valentine’s Day clearance. Surely one of the stores would have at least some very bad candy or a plushy missing an eye.

 I wasn’t going to be picky, but I wanted something. I miss having family to give me cards or Mom’s annual gift of a heart shapped box of chocolates or that bag of conversation hearts we’d nibbled on together. While I realize what I really miss is feeling loved, I still wanted a bit of the trappings.

 But nope. The only place that had anything had some boxes of classroom kiddie card, which really weren’t what I wanted. And considering I was saving money by marking things off my grocery list, I certainly wasn’t going to splurge on full price good chocolates!

Oh well, I still have a sleeve of unopened Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies in the fridge. The sell by date was 2018, but it’s better than nothing I guess...

***sigh***

[kuvvydraws]

Hey! I just caught up with your "The Chicken That Finally Crossed The Road" fanfic, and I have to say, I DIG IT. Now, my question; is it strange that I pictured Gabriel making another pillow for us, the reader, but then getting the wisest idea to just make a blanket for them which gives them the excuse to wrap up into a burrito which makes Gabriel both love and hate that she does the cutest and dumbest things ever? (Sorry if I don't make sense, it's 3 AM by the time I send this)

Thanks SO MUCH

You guys hype so much 😭

That is a good idea -and I'd want that blanket for myself tbh- but I see two downsides:

1) we'd have to fully pluck Gabriel to get as many feathers as possible (we've got six wings to work with here) because I'm down with a blanket but if I'm getting one it's going to be as awesome as possible. I'm talking enough fluff to bury an elephant in there and lose it forever. And it's gotta be weightened! And TBH if we get something like that there's no way I can get reader out of her house to function like a normal semi-grownup. And if I do, that'd be fucking hypocritical of me 🤷🏼‍♀️

2)Gabriel now knows the consequences of giving us a pillow and he'd be fully aware that a blanket is just his fabric-shapped downfall. You had just found a way to discorporate an angel without actually touching them. I'm talking instant death here. Self-combustion. Devastating heart attack. Full-on brain death, flat encephalogram all the way.

Imagine him, just his soul, facing God and twiddling his thumbs because of the massive fuck up he has just pulled.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, Almighty, you must believe me!"

"Oh, please! Couldn't you just -I don't even know- pop a boner like a normal person! No; now we have to get you a new body and everything. And you are doing the paperwork, mister!"

"But what should I write!?"

"You figure that out."

BUT! If he somehow survives, expect reader to be all over the place with that blanket. You know that thing when you buy a child a costume for a dumbass party and now they refuse to take it out and now you have a tiny Cinderella dancing around the supermarket and wiggling and swaying their glittery wand all over the yogurt aisle? That's Goblin.

She would just clip the blanket around her neck and go out and about shamelessly. And I imagine that she already knows what Gabriel is, and ask for a favour on her birthday.

"No presents, just a tiny itty-bitty miracle!"

"...and what would that be?"

"So you know how this very beautiful blanket you so kindly gave me is made with your feathers and everything? Can you, like, shape it like wings? I just saw this pretty design on Pinterest and that's just what the blanket is asking for-!"

And that's where the conversation stops because Gabriel is no longer conscious.

[genjilovebot-blog]

Dva, Mercy, and Lucio reactions to their s/o who only ever gets cheap, store bought presents for everyone else but spends time making meaningful and sweet presents for them.

D.VA

It was Hana’s birthday. The beloved girl wasn’t expecting much from anyone, but she knew everybody would make a fuss. Not just the Overwatch team but the whole world. Her country, South Korea, would do something to honor her.

“Happy birthday Hana!” People and staff would say as they passed by her. “Thank you so much!” She would say back.

Through the day, she’s been collecting gifts from people who cared enough to give her stuff. Those gifts ranged from gift cards (with boatloads of money in them) to cute, gold necklaces.

You walked into Hana’s office at the base. On her table was a mountain of gifts. You looked down at your bag. ‘Pathetic’, you thought. Your gift was made with love and yet everyone had given her something she’d actually like. You felt as if your gift was worth nothing.

“YN, what are you doing here?” Hana asked from behind you. You got startled, “oh, hi Hana. I just came to drop this off.” You raised the bag, “happy birthday!”

She smiled brightly, cheeks dusted with pink, “aww you shouldn’t have!” She looked at the bag, “can I open it now?” You nodded and she proceeded to take the tissue paper out the bag to reveal her gift.

Hana reached inside and pulled out a wooden H. On that H were photos of you and her. Precious memories. Memories like successful missions to simply getting a smoothie together. Hana looked at you, she felt so special.

For anyone else’s birthday, you would’ve gotten some last minute gift from some random store. Like when Jack’s birthday came around; you bought him a lousy hat with a gift card for pizza.

“YN..” Hana held the H gently, “I don’t know what to say..”

“I know.. I’m sorry Hana. I wish I could’ve gotten you something better but-”

“YN! This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten! It’s so full of love and thought, it means so much to me!” She hugged you hard, “I can’t wait to put it in my room when I return home! Thank you, YN.” You smiled, knowing you’ve made your favorite person happy, “you’re welcome.”

–Mercy

There’s been many successful missions lately. It was one after another that each mission was complete. So the team decided to go out to eat and get gifts for each other to celebrate.

You found a seat at the table, it was crowded at the restaurant. Gifts took up one half of the table and food took up the other. “Hey Angela,” you planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Hey darling, you made it just in time. We’re about to open gifts!”

You rubbed your hands together in excitement, but there was also a hint of nervousness too. You made Angela’s gift this time. You didn’t buy one at the store. You hoped that you wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

Each person opened gifts one by one. Many 'thank yous’ and hugs went around. Finally, there was one gift left, and that was yours to Angela.

“YN, I can’t wait to see what you got me!” She grabbed the bag. Your heart raced and your palms were sweaty, knees weak, and arms were heavy.

Angela unwrapped her gift. She pulled out a beautiful frame with a drawing of her inside. The drawing was completed with beautiful watercolors. The portrait was vibrant and amazing. Angela was left speechless. “You did this?” She ran her fingers gently on the frame.

“Yes, it took me months of practice and starting over, but I did it.” You looked at her.

“This is absolutely stunning!” She smiled wide.

“It sure is stunning. A gift YN gave me last time was some socks and a blanket, and I don’t even wear socks!” Genji exclaimed.

The whole table laughed with joy. Everyone was happy, especially your beloved Angela.

–

Lucio

Lucio was soon to leave on a world tour for his music. You and the rest of the team decided to throw a party before he left. The party was to have his favorite foods and “going away gifts”, even though he was only going to be gone for a month and a half. But still, it was a long time before you were going to feel him in your arms again.

Lucio held you in his arms and held his drink up, “everyone! Listen up! I’d like to thank each and every one of you for doing this for me! You don’t know how much it means to me!” He looked at you, “you too, YN.” He pressed his lips on yours and you did the same.

“How about we open these gifts already? Im dying!” Lucio laughed and grabbed his first gift.

As he opened, each gift got better and better. It all started out when Hana got him customized headphones with a matching microphone. Then Angela bought him new and very expensive software for making music.

Each gift was just more pricy and better than the one before.

“Aww, and who’s gift can this be?” Lucio finally pulled out your gift. A small box wrapped in green wrapping paper. “It’s mine.” You said shyly. “Thanks babe!” He kissed your cheek and unwrapped it.

It was a toy microphone. But it wasnt just a toy, you could record things and save them. He pressed the star shapped button. Your voice sounded. It was you telling him how much you loved him, how proud you were of his accomplishments and that you always have his back.

His eyes watered, “babe..” he choked up, “t-this is so nice.”

“Don’t cry,” you chuckled at his reaction and pulled him close.

Everyone in the room awwed. “I wish Yn thought of something cute when I was going back to Korea. She just bought me a lame movie to watch on the plane ride home,” Hana told Angela. “Shh, let them have their moment.” Hana smiled, “you’re right.” She began to awe once more. –(If you got the reference i made in Mercy’s scenario you are an intellectual)

[vampirecowb0y]

Wow, I see a heart shap. She is Full of love

[toshio]

I think about your mom texting "I see a heart shap. She is full of love" on a weekly, if not almost daily basis.

oh my god dude her typo was too wholesome

[carolinus-rex]

Affectionate Kiss Full of Bitterness and Regret

Draft based as a follow up to this (x) Finland mentioned: @sininensalo

Since I rarely have more descriptive threads I thought I would write something outside of normal rping and expressing very little of the struggle she has personally at the moment that she doesn’t let anyone in on. See it as a mini fanfic or something similar. 

Background: Ingrid and Jaakko is just chilling having fun, however Ingrid drinks too much and ends up kissing the Finn (very affectionate and sweet). Instead of immediately pushing her away they have a heated kiss that seem to be heart wrecking for both of them, yet they deal with it differently. 

Things were always so much easier when being tipsy, so many things could be blamed on the alcohol if things got too awkward, but simple moments like this with my ex husband where we just hung out drinking – or well it was just me drinking wine – talking and having the telly on just for some background noise. Despite much baggage between us I was truly lucky to still have somewhat of a close relation to the Finn, close enough to almost be half way into his lap, snuggling up against his shoulder and listening to him comment on the tv programme. Truth to be told, even in this drunken state I was surprised how he had allowed me to stay so close. It was warm and very comfortable, my frame fitting so well against his that for a longer moment I fell asleep listening to him speaking in a calm manner. When I woke next I was disoriented, not only in place but apparently in time as well. With my mind and focus dimmed the first thing I recognised was the familiar scent…it was very close just like the radiant body heat that made the nerves under my skin tingle and a sting of happiness that warmed the depth of my heart, feeling safe and home. I guess you could say I was wrapped up in the moment and just went with it, went with my most basic instinct, and reached for the Finn – reaching for his nape, pulling him in, pulling me in, breathing in his scent until all I knew was him.

Must have caught him off guard because he froze underneath my lips, my lips so gently and affectionately touching his, caressing in such an alluring way…until he broke through to me and stole my breath away with such eagerness it was my turn to be taken by surprise. The way he always seemed to devour me sure set my nerves aflame, the sparks on my lips igniting the dopamine in my brain and a strange feeling of happiness bloomed out in my chest that made me frown despite continuing hungrily taking what he gave me. Happiness? Not possible. What I did know however was that kissing him make something crack and crumble inside, an old tireless ache that longed for soothing; for passionate love, affectionate warmth and gentle touches.

The more I drank from his lips, the harder it got to stop – or perhaps I didn’t even want it to stop? But the more this addiction of physical contact, this intimacy, the clearer my head got and I could hear but barely notice the sound of the tv. I never thought I’d react this strongly to someone I kissed on a daily basis…or was there more to it? Despite great skills as a kisser, too many small inhaling breaths in between the clashes of moist lips it would all make me more dissy than I already was thanks to the wine, so the break between them came natural yet the closeness remained. It wasn’t until I took a step back from the intoxication of the Finn that made me realise there was someone talking in the background but that didn’t stop me from reaching out to fondly stroke the hair from his template, back over his ear and down to his nape…

There was something about about he froze under my touch that turned inside my chest and my guts freeze to ice. At the same time I realised the conversation in the background was the telly meaning this wasn’t back in the old days––this was the cold harsh present where I wasn’t wanted…where I was brokenhearted and overstepping the boundaries, jeopardising what was left of our relation. After this there wasn’t going to be anything left to salvage. I don’t think I’ve been this scared for a very long time, even if he didn’t say anything or move yet I could feel the energy, the fury in him flaming hot and burning. Not scared of what he could do, no I was afraid of see hatred and boiling anger in his eyes which was why I took my time before opening my eyes. My prediction had been right, however no matter how much I had tried to prepare myself for this moment it struck me head on, feeling how my heart instantly contracted and it truly made it hard to breathe making me holding it instead. At this point my eyes were like Mímir’s well, open and all-knowing to my most secretive and hidden feelings. I was too taken by the moment to cover up, to look away. My lips were slightly parted which allowed my lower lip to quiver. I truly must have looked rather pathetic at that moment; overly emotional, showing remorse, begging for forgiveness and the love for him that never truly left.

When he pulled away the ice in my belly spread to the rest of my body, turning the colour of my face to an unnatural grey pale colour. I felt sick enough to throw up…but then I found my own strength in his rage. Of course it had to be this way! There had never been a time before when he actually…cared. That’s right, how ridiculous to ever think anything else. By the time he practically spat in my face my face had gone completely blank, eyes staring blindly in front of me with the amount of liveliness of a lip fish. I fell back, moving away from the Finn, as a eerily calm smile cracked through the marble mask covering my face.

“ Självfallet. ”

The strong flood of emotions had more or less sobered up my mind and senses, giving me some more control over the situation. There was no idea in dwelling on a place where I was unwanted. Even if my mind had cleared apparently my body wasn’t as alert as I was so I almost fell when I rose to my feet, taking a stumbling steps into his coffee table and definitely bruising my knee. While standing next to it I snatched my car keys with me before stumbling not so gracefully towards the hallway in search for my coat. It also took me a few extra minutes to realise that the door was locked and I had to unlock it before leaving.

Slamming the door shut behind me hard wasn’t my intention but it just happened along the way and the moment I was out, surrounded by the cold winter night I finally felt like I could breathe but doing so I felt everything crumble again. I couldn’t help but to start hyperventilating, anxiety choking me and ripping in my throat and chest. My legs gave in under me and I slid down against the door behind me, hand clawing at my chest but he shap pain from my nails marking skin was nowhere near what I felt on the inside. Even if the cold temperature would normally calm me, memories of the way he had looked at me…I felt how tears burnt in the back of my eyes, yet unable to release even a single one of them. You’re ridiculous. Stop. You’re pathetic. I didn’t have anything to breathe into but I did the best I could using my hands. Conceal. You don’t feel anything. You’re cold. Keep it that way. Slowly but steady my breathing recovered yet the knife twisting pain in my chest refused to go away. Conceal. The only solution is to be alone. Don’t show your weakness.

“ Käften. ”

I struck the back of my head against the hard wooden door, hard enough to make my vision go blurry with grey areas flickering before my eyes. It was enough to knock some sense in me, even if my breathing still was shallow I managed to stand up––pathetic… With some difficulty I dress myself in my coat, to then pat down my hair and pinching some life into my cheeks. This was a mere step in the wrong direction, or perhaps a major setback, but if something I knew how to, it was living with a broken heart.

When I wandered off in the direction of my car I was still very shaken and ache great enough to not notice I was barefoot walking in snow…

[theywhineiwine82-blog]

Nostalgia

I’m sitting here with a glass of pink moscato listening to 2000(ish) music. It makes me think of times long ago when I had way less responsibility. Being an adult isn’t all its cracked up to be. I wouldnt trade my life for anything, but I wish i could go back to that scared lonely teenager and hug her. I wish I could make her understand that she is worth so much more than she thinks. She desereves better than she allows in her life. I cannot go backwards. I can only go forward from here with the knowlage that I am worthy. That I am enough. My life is worthy.

My therapist told me today that I am here for a reason. More than being a mom and full time guardian to my nieces and nephew. It was such a foriegn concept to me, that I was dumbfounded. I’ve never felt important. I’ve often felt invisible, or unimportant as a child and as an adult. Like I don’t matter. I’ve never felt important. 

As a kid, before my sister was born, I was the only child. I was the first grandchild for one set of grandparents. I was the baby’s baby for the others. I felt loved. I felt special. I was basically the center of attention. Then my sister came along. I felt like a second rate citizen in my own life. She was loud, and demanding. I went to the back burner so fast. I was the good kid. Well behaved, quiet, good in school. My sister the complete opposite. So it felt like she was more important.  That has shapped the person I am today. I wish I could know who I’d have been if I’d have been a little more vocal about my feelings and problems. 

I’m reliving some of it with my oldest neice. She is being bullied in school, because we live in a trailer park, she is larger than her peers, and we can’t afford all the stupid name brand clothes that are “cool”. It breaks my heart seeing her go thru what I went thru. I can’t make it stop, because people are jerks. I just hope that she will listen to me, and soak up some of my wisdom. She is worthy, and deserves better than she giving herself. 

[ebonyquillhand]

How my Favorite Childhood Story Shapped me as A Writer

It goes without saying that the art of literature is still alive and well with the world. For me, it lives within every strand of my DNA. It is more to me than what I do, it is indeed a huge part of who I am as it is to any other reader or writer.

In my youth of being a writer with a journal full of daydreams and no one to appreciate them, there were many stories I read that in some way or form contributed to my writing style and drive to write. One in particular has stood the test of time. A classic piece written by Frances Hodgson Burnett, "The Little Princess." The life of Sarah Crewe was nothing short of profound to my own life, her character Dynamic and Powerful in its own right. The story itself illustrates on the ever famous battle of good and evil, with good Always finding a way to rise above the odds that evil sets before it.

Being a lover of contradictions war and victory, I took to it immediately. Many would argue and say that Sarah's character had no growth because she simply received back what she had lost in the beginning. How and why is it perceived that gaining back what we have lost isn't a true victory? That it was not suffrage enough? Why is it that fighting back is held higher in a esteem than trying to make peace? As I grow older both in body and spirit, I see more to this fictional piece than just a little girl who lost and won. I see a greater good at war with a greater evil it's only weapon being the sincerity of its heart not to succumb to evil doings. She reminds us all the even in the face of our worst circumstances, we still have a choice to do the right thing. I see the Persistence of evil and envy and what it can do to a person and those around them. The antagonist, Mrs. Minchin of Mrs. Minchins Seminary for young girls was described as:" tall, dull and respectable." In a painted description of Sarah to compare to her home. You can almost picture of her from this: a tall, narrow woman with a fitted at the waist dress, most likely the color of a sky after it has rained, a pointed nose, false smile, neat hair and sharp bony features. All this contribute to both the massiveness of her persuasion in making Captain Crewe believe his little girl was truly in good hands and the vulnerability of her character for doing so.

In all this I learned the value of a moment and literature where you feel as if you were a witness to what was happening. I drew closer to Sarah through her intimate love of Storytelling and learning new things through Reading. I felt like a young lady in the seminary, eyeing Mrs. Mrs Minchin with scrutiny as she took her wrath upon Sarah who'd done her no harm, providing Comfort to her in the store away of the attic when she have felt lost and alone and riding away in the sunset by her side at the end. Sarah taught me that we truly are who we believe we are. Writer, or Princess. ❤

And Remember

"For the love of life and literature, stay prayerful, stay positive and write on!"