#i’m not tagging this as anything btw i. i would rather not.

[cable-salamdr]

I posted this onto Pinterest too and everything underneath it is just au Sanses I’m gonna cry

Me when skeleton child finds her deer mom again (Ft. Some wonderful commentary from Cole and Zane)

[neuvistar]

DOUBLE TROUBLE!

— featuring ┊il dan heng x f!reader x blade

— warnings / content warnings ┊ all consensual btw ! this is kinda messy n not rlly proofread cuz i was lazy but whatever, threesome, finger sucking, vaginal sex, il dan heng has two cocks (woah), riding, double penetration, hair pulling, slight choking but it’s nothing too extreme, grabbing at il dan heng’s horns while u ride him mhm mhm, use of nicknames ofc, overall suggestive content | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊based on this ask right here by my bff, special tag 4 bff ! @yanqingisim | there’s so many mistakes but i’m too lazy 2 fix it it’s ok tho live laugh love

poor you, you really didn’t expect to get caught up in this situation, never in all years of your lifespan would you expect to have two of the hottest men you’ve laid your eyes on going down on you like it’s their last.

dan heng huffed as he nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that drove him absolutely crazy, it was worse enough he was in his true form. his hands travelling down to your hips as he has you seated on his lap as you felt another pair of hands sliding beneath your shirt, ah yes.. blade. you almost couldn’t comprehend just how god it felt to have their hands roaming around your body, dan heng’s lips interlocked against yours as his tongue slips past through.. kissing you with absolute passion and desperation while the other nibbles on your shoulder, slowly dragging his mouth to your neck from time to time, smirking against your skin at every lewd moan that left your mouth. gosh, they weren’t even fucking you yet and you were already desperate for more. then, a voice spoke up.. completely putting a stop to the immense pleasure you were taking in. “you think she’s ready?” blade pulled away from your skin, cocking a brow at dan heng, huh. you could’ve sworn there was a hint of annoyance and impatience in his voice.

“i think so. what do you think, baby? are you ready? you’re alright with this, right?” dan heng gave your nose a quick peck, his tail brushing against your fingers. his face lit up as he saw you nod, your lips quivering. “mm.. alright. you ready to take two cocks at the same time?”

“.. two? is blade okay with th—“

“you poor poor girl.” blade chuckled, completely cutting you off. “it’s not my cock you’re taking, sweet thing..” then, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping rather hard as he made you look up.. a low chuckle erupting from his chest “it’s his.” before you could protest or question anything, you could feel the tip of dan heng’s fingers tracing down your body, going lower and lower.. reaching the hemline of your panties as he gave you one last smirk, forcefully ripping it off. the cold air hit your pussy as you gasped, your back hitting blade’s chest as he had his hands on your hips to keep you still.. feeling the tips of dan heng’s digits running along your thighs, rubbing the slit of your drenched cunt with two fingers, feeling your wetness on her fingers. “this might hurt, so..” dan heng paused for a second before he began to undo his pants, your eyes almost popping out of your sockets at the sight of the two hardened cocks pressing against your lower abdomen. “brace yourself, sweetheart. you’re not leaving my lap until i’m satisfied, mhm?” he spoke, joy igniting from his body when he saw you nod. “good girl.”blade then pressed himself closer behind you, hands on your hips pinching your nipples from behind as his mouth worked wonders on your neck.

dan heng inhaled as he grew even more desperate and needy, your scent was too much for him, he couldn’t help it! he finally snapped. letting his desires and neediness do all the talking, taking over him as he hooked both arms under your thighs, hastily lifting you up from his lap.. aligning you with his aching cock. dan heng threw his head back, trying to take in the feeling of your walls clenching around him almost immediately, forcing a choked moan out of him. his muscles tensed at the sensation around his dick, letting out the most angelic moan known to mankind, trying to get used to how absolutely good you felt around him. he bit his lip, his other hardened cock twitching in anticipation. “shit.. angel. fuck— you feel good..” he cursed, squeezing the flesh of your ass before thrusting upwards. “come on, pretty. ride it, ride me. ride me like you mean it.”

fuck, he was girthy alright.

the other raven haired male scoffed at him, trying to fight and ignore the discomfort in his pants, his own cock twitched at the sight of both of you, his finger tangling into your hair once more as he pressed himself closer against you. you felt something hard against your back, but it’s not like you cared.. you were too lost in the moment.. letting your lust confrol your body, lifting yourself up, then down. up, down.. and it repeats. you rode dab heng’s cock with desire, your knuckles turning white at how tightly you were clutching his biceps. blade chuckled, pulling your hair hard enough to force your head to lean back, catching a glimpse of your face. “uh huh.. that’s it. that’s a face of a needy little whore. that’s what you are, sweet thing.” he whispered in your ear, his teeth digging into your skin. to your surprise, your hips were lifted once more as you felt dan heng’s long tail wrapping itself around your waist, holding you in place before you gasped at the sudden stretch of your cunt, his second cock slipping inside of your hole, the same one as well. fuck, it hurt so good.. so so good. your fingers wrapped around his horns, earning a needy whine from him as your moans gradually got louder the more he thrusts into you, stretching you out

“f-fuck.. don’t grip them so tightly.. ‘gonna make them all sore tonight, baby. you’re gonna.. mm make cum from how hard you’re holdin’ me..” he bit his lip as he grabbed your hips, angling it a completely different angle as it was before as he slammed your hips down onto himself, whimpering at two fingers flicking your clit.

blade was clearly enjoying himself as much as you both were, he was probably sure he came in his pants already because of how hot of a show you and dan heng were putting on, watching you take dan heng’s cocks like an absolute champ, whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear, biting it from time to time. “such good little fucktoy you are, precious. look at how well you’re milking his cock. come on, let him hear you.. louder.” your body shook as you released on dan heng’s cock, oh. poor you.. bold of you to assume he would stop just there. he cupped your cheek, kissing the tears that threatened to leave your tears away. he was then caught off guard at how harshly you tugged on his horns while you rode him, cunt taking him in all too well while your tits bounced. his face reddened at the sensitivity of his horns against your palms, holding both of your wrists together above your head, careful not to accidentally hit blade in the head (even though he wanted to). “i thought i told you not to grip them so tightly, angel.. mmph-“ he threw his head back as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at you, a teary eyed expression on your face at the stretch and how rough he was being. well, it’s not like you were complaining anyways but that’s besides the point. “d-dan heng.. please!” the way you said his name triggered something in him. oh how soft you sounded, the way his named rolled so gently off your dirty little tongue, he was absolutely losing it, he needed more of you. his tail tightened its grip around your waist holding you up as he bucked his hips, slamming into you. fucking hell, he’s stretching you out so much.. he could break you if he wanted to.

the stellaron hunter’s hand wrapped itself around your neck with sharp nails digging into your skin, his other hand pressing close against your mouth. blade shoved his fingers inside the second time, pressing his digits close against your tongue before squeezing your throat. you couldn’t take two of them at once, the other pounding into you while the other tugged and kissed at your skin, you knew immediately you were gonna be sore the next morning. swallowing a lump in your throat, your tongue swirled him, sucking his fingers in a desperate manner while the sound is skin slapping against each other filled your ears, how lewd.. you could even catch disgusting sounds of squelching here and there too. these two are gonna be the end of you.. you thought. with how tightly you were holding onto dan heng’s horns for support, you knew that you were close. dan heng brought a hand to caress the huge bulge on your belly, feeling himself go in and out.. his two cocks stretching you more than it should have. (oops)

“yeah.. you like this don’t you, [name]? you like how they stretch you out?“ you couldn’t speak, you almost forgot how to fucking speak with how rough blade and dan heng were on your body and you as a whole, blade fondled with your breasts roughly while the other was holding you in place on his lap with his tail, thrusting up into your abused hole, the sounds of skin slapping and squelching only got louder when dan heng bit his lip, you felt like you were on cloud 9. your whines and whimpers were accompanied by dan heng’s moans, savouring just how good it felt having his huge cocks slamming inside.. the tip of his dicks kissing your deepest and untouched areas. blade on the other hand, his mouth was latched onto your neck, marking you for everyone else to see. “how does it feel, angel? milking my cock like this, fuck.. you’re pretty.” dan heng brought his voice down to a whisper. “c-can’t get enough of you”

“huh. sweetheart’s making you feel so good you started stuttering, pathetic.”

“shut up, if you.. ah— if you were in my position right now fucking her pussy like this, you would be messing up on your sentences too. don’t be so full of yourself, fool.” ah yes, they were arguing even during sex. you grumbled at their bickering, your breathing temporarily paused before dan heng thrusted himself into you hard and deep one final time before releasing, his cum oozing of you as some even dripped on his thigh.

gods. you really should’ve just went out for the day, maybe then your legs would’ve been saved.

[sleepyhutcherson]

heyyy it’s me your wife💓💍

i just started my period :c

could you do some fluff?? if not no worries!

drink(water?) eat xoxo,em🤍

do you need anything?

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!afab!reader

summary: where mike goes to check on you to make sure if you need anything and ends up in bed with you, trying his best to make you feel better.

word count: 0.7k

tags: fluff, established relationship, comfort, mike being the best boyfriend, reader on their period, no pronouns are used!

authors note: hey babe <3 !! i’m sorry i didn’t get to this sooner, i’ve been busy with some personal things. this is super simple but i hope you still enjoy it and feel better xx btw, im working on your previous request, it’s just been taking me more time since i haven’t been in the mood to write smut but trust i will get it out sometime 😭

A soft knock was heard from the bedroom door before it slowly opened.

“Baby?” You hear Mike mutter from the door. It’s dark in your shared bedroom, your back is towards the door so he can’t see if you’re awake.

“Mike?” You reply, letting him know you were awake and not asleep. It was still day, the sun shining out, though you had the curtains shut so none of it could peek into the dark room.

You hear a bit of shuffling, you assume he’s taking off his coat. The two of you had been outdoors with Abby, watching her while she played in the front yard before you excused yourself and crawled into bed. You made sure to let Mike know that you weren’t feeling well due to your period cramps before going inside.

You feel the other side of the bed dip a little, Mike’s body pressing against yours a little. “Do you need anything?” He asks, pressing soft kisses against the back of your neck, his hand resting on your hip, gently drawing circles with his thumb there.

He just wanted to make you feel better.

“Could you just bring me some Ibuprofen, please? I left the bottle in the kitchen.” You ask, feeling that familiar guilt you felt anytime you asked him to do anything. Most times you wouldn’t even ask him but right now you could feel your pain increasing.

“Of course,” he mumbled against your skin, giving you a final peck before standing up. “I’ll be back.”

He returns in a few minutes, walking over to your side of the bed, and turning on the bedside lamp. You squint your eyes a little as they get used to the brightness even if it is rather dim, honestly.

He sets a glass of water down on the table, handing you the Ibuprofen and setting the bottle aside. He made sure to bring it so you wouldn’t have to get up and get it. You notice him set down a bar of dark chocolate, too, and then he holds out a heating pad.

“I, uh, I wasn’t sure if you just wanted the pills…” he mumbles, a shy smile playing at his lips when he sees the look you give him.

You weren’t sure before if it were possible to fall more in love with this man, but he somehow managed to prove you wrong every time.

“Oh, Mike,” you take the heating pad, setting it down and taking hold of his hand. “Thank you, baby.”

Mike smiles upon hearing you call him ‘baby’, something he secretly adored. He would never admit how happy it made him feel whenever you called him something sweet like that.

“You're welcome.” He says before turning off the lamp and crawling back into bed, on his side, draping his arm over you gently. You were facing up, the heating pad Mike brought you helping your cramps.

Mike kissed your shoulder, the smell of your hair bringing comfort to him.

“I’m sorry I left you guys outside alone.” You sigh, your fingers playing with the soft curls on Mike’s head. You tried not to let the guilt eat you away, remembering the concerned look on Mike’s face when you left earlier.

“Don’t apologise,” he assured, pressing himself closer to your side. He was suddenly feeling very clingy. “I was just concerned if you were okay.”

You smile softly, in awe at how caring he is. God, he was just perfect. It warmed your heart at how benevolent he was.

A comfortable silence lingered between the two for a moment as you mindlessly played with his hair, the soft sound of your breaths bouncing off the walls, with the sound of Mike’s little pecks he occasionally pressed against your shoulder and then to your neck. It seemed to be a reflex of his.

You turn to face him, bringing your hands to either side of his face, catching him before he can press another kiss to your skin. You could barely make him out in the dark, but that didn’t matter, you could tell he was smiling at you.

You lean in, innocently kissing his lips, smiling as you do so. He kissed you back, his smile pressed against yours, both of you feeding off such a sweet moment.

You pull away first, giggling once you do. He never failed to make you feel better.

“I love you.”

[gh0stsp1d3r]

6𝒦 𝒸ℯ𝓁ℯ𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃!!

(there’s a reason I’m not a graphic design major.)

thank you all so much for 6k !! You guys have no clue how much you all mean to me. Thank you too all my followers and moots who’ve been with me every step of the way <3 thank you to everyone who reblogs or interacts with my stuff <3 this is more people than my mind can even comprehend rn. I love you all so so so much <3

I’ve never done one of these and I really wanted to do something special for my 6k. so here’s it is (: (I’m tagging so this reaches people)

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[zero-in-kyoto]

[Dance to forget] Five x reader

tags/warnings: Slight alcohol mentions, season 3 spoilers, cringe, unfunny jokes, no beta we die like klaus, I was bored, no prominent romantic interactions so it can be taken platonic.

[Dance to forget]

The lights were bright and everyone was enjoying themselves at Sloane and Luther’s wedding. Drinking, dancing, conversing, however there was some underlying tension in the air. Throughout Viktor, Allison, and a stressed Five, who was drinking down beers like it was nothing. His tolerance must be high. You slid into the seat next to him and too drunk beer. It burned and you coughed it up. “How do people enjoy drinking this stuff?” You cough out, and Five starts patting you back to help. Yet he still seemed so deep it thought.

You poked him then knocked on his head like it was a door , and he recoiled as a response then turned to you with an unamused expression. “What’s going on upstairs? You’re thinking so hard, you’re sweating. Your mind must be in a track meet.” You question and joke with him. He drunk more of his beer before throwing the bottle in a corner, it shattering, and momentarily getting everyone’s attention. Everyone turned to look at you both, rather Five, for about 16 seconds before returning to what they were doing.

“There was no need to do something so melodramatic.” You subconsciously scolded him for doing that. “It’s not like it matters. Nothing we do matters anymore.” He muttered, and what he said made you double take. It was true, however it felt weird hearing him sound so crushed. Fair enough though, they’d saved the world several times and there wasn’t a lot to do this time around but just wait till the all withered away with the rest of the hotel. 

you chugged down a beer, and got another to chug down. Five stopped you from chugging down the second. “Slow down, alcohol poisoning would be a much more unpleasant death.” You retract the drink from the lips and unexpectedly grab his hand and take him to the floor to dance. You had drunk just enough to be tipsy. “What are you doing?” He growled out.

“We are.. going to dance to get you out your bad mood.”

“I don’t dance.”

“Me neither, but we are now.”

I grabbed his hands and placed them on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder. At this angle, I could truly appreciate how beautiful this wedding was set up. The lights and all the white combining together.

“Just try to mirror me, okay?” You mumble softly with a bit of hesitance on your ability to make it work, hardly even knowing to dance yourself.

You stepped back, and he stuttered a step forward. He looked down, and you giggled. “Don’t worry about it too much. You’ve got it. Just focus okay.” You said to him to soothe him.

He looked up at you and just seemed to zone out, all he could hear was the clicking on both of your shoes, and muffled out music as he was drowning it out. It surely was distracting him, so much so that he truly was not and it pained him to think about anything but dancing with you. However, things were on his mind, how could there not be? It’s not that he wanted his mind to work overtime, to prolong his work, but he just couldn’t help but to think that there was more that could have been done.

You smiled, and continued dancing, the light sparkled in your eyes. It was trippy to look at. In fact, it made you quite dizzy. You both stepped back, but this time you tripped really hard, but he managed to catch you.

“Careful, dumbass.”

“That was.. amazing.. thank you, shithead..” you mumble.

———————

goofy ahhh.. I wrote this at 12am and posted it after finishing it. Sorry it’s lowkey bad LMFAO. Love yaaa, hope to write some more for you guys soon, requests open!! Btw is there a specific way to do that? I’ve never written on here before this and I’m confused LOL.

[eilinelsghost]

I’m quite fascinated by the way that you “play chess with LaCE” (love that phrasing, btw) especially when it comes to Russingon. I’m curious how and why you chose to write it as you did, particularly what seems to be Maedhros’ choice not to marry Fingon? If you intend to expand on this later in the series, of course I’ll gladly wait. But if you can say anything now, I do love your commentaries - they’re always so insightful. :)

So! This is a finnicky one to answer. But I will do my best! This got long, so I'll break it up by each part of the question:

Let's Play Chess with LaCE

The "let's play chess with LaCE" tag is sort of a joke to myself. It originated because that's what the whole thing felt like when I started working on the series. I've talked elsewhere about how the entire Atandil story came about because I was annoyed by seeing several Finrod/Bëor posts and went back to reread the Athrabeth to marinate in how impossible it was....and then came out of that obsessed with the two of them and with half this story pre-formed in my head. The upshot of this was that a) I knew I wanted to write this story, but b) it was very important to me that it operated "within" canon rather than disregarding it, and c) that I needed to find some way to do this where Finrod was (at least not consciously) a complete hypocrite in the Athrabeth.

But the tag is sort of a joke with myself because it also represents how Finrod is throughout the narrative. He's just in a constant chess-game with his own convictions, with his shifting understanding of what it all means, and with what actions are "right" given those factors. This is becoming increasingly apparent in the current installments where he is trying to find ways of inhabiting both things at once without crossing into what he fears would be transgressing Doom.

But Balan, for all he will say that Finrod "understands far more of our lore than do I of his philosophy" (The Warning Sounds Too Late), can play chess just as well and is perfectly capable of calling Finrod on his bullshit even when (especially when) it's his philosophy. And (spoiler) he will.

Portrayal of LaCE in Atandil

As far as "why I chose to write it as I did," I assume this means re how exactly Atandil depicts marriage happening in a LaCE-compliant story, specifically in the latest installment with Fingon/Maedhros? If so, the simple answer is because this is what LaCE says. I know we often talk about it as being "you have sex, you get elf-married," but that isn't actually what the text tells us.

Here is the oft-quoted statement that Elves can and did "marry thus of free consent."

But.

It is caveated with a parenthetical and we can't ignore that. Because "save blessings exchanged and the naming of the Name" is a requirement just as much as the bodily union is a requirement.

Even in the original description of a traditional ceremony, we are told that "it was the act of bodily union that achieved marriage, and after which the indissoluble bond was complete" (emphasis mine). It was the final act in the sequence of acts that culminated in an Elf-marriage - the one that completes it, not the thing within which the whole is encapsulated.

Hilariously (given the "just have sex and you're married!" assumptions), the blessings that this parenthetical references are the ones of the father and mother (see the screenshot below where these are cited as the blessings attached to the naming of the Name).

Obviously this was not going to be possible in many of the quick wartime marriages the text is discussing, so presumably the naming of Varda and Manwë in witness is something that is either taken on by other representatives who stand in for the parents in a barebones ceremony, or by the pair themselves if alone - as evidenced by endnote 9 in the first screenshot which directs us to this regarding Beren & Lúthien:

All that to say, that is the reason I chose to write LaCE the way I did: because it's how I've always understood the text.

Fingon & Maedhros

Regarding Fingon and Maedhros specifically, I'm afraid I don't really have a detailed answer for you here besides "it worked for the narrative."

Having concrete evidence of a) the incompleteness of Finrod's understanding of this so far and b) the fact that this is something done in practice by people he knows well and is not just a hypothetical was going to be necessary to set Finrod in a prolonged wobble about his own convictions re the whole situation. I won't expand on that here because we will go into that in the story itself, but that's the strategic reason for the specific Russingon depiction in Atandil.

Speaking generally though, I don't have particularly strong Russingon feelings and so I struggled quite a bit trying to figure out how to approach this. They sort of exist by default in the background for me, but I don't really have a lot of well-developed ideas around them. However I checked with some other friends who do have a lot more Russingon insight and who have also adhered to the nonmarried option (credit to @welcomingdisaster and @thelordofgifs for the following thoughts), and they said this is because both Fingon and Maedhros are already bound to other things: Fingon's loyalty is foremost to Fingolfin and Maedhros' is to the Silmarils/the Oath.

And that is my best attempt at answering! Sorry this got absurdly longwinded 😂

As always, thanks so much for the ask! It was really fun to have a reason to try wrangling my thoughts on this into written form.

[sunny-speaks]

Househusband Harper Headcanons

Hello, hello !! I am going to be redoing some blog design stuff when I WORK UP THE MOTIVATION-- so if the blog name changes, y’all know why!!

Anyway, I've been deep diving for Harper crumbs to accurately write him as one does. (gotta get everything lore accurate, would not be able to live with a too OOC in any of my fictional literature./hj)

AND I KNOW HE WOULD RATHER HAVE YOU BE THE AT-HOME PERSON AND WHATNOT while he works but hear me out… He would be such a good househusband, alright? AUHG- Everything's under the cut, lol.

also Harper is from @campwillowpeak !! I can remove the tag btw, if you don't wanna be tagged in further works ;-;

So maybe the two of you had been married for years. Doesn’t make Harper feel any less happy when you introduce him to people as your husband or when he sees the ring on your hand that he bought for you before you leave the house, it always leaves him with a tingly feeling.

After all, now you’re his. And doesn’t that sound just lovely?

Harper’s got that side job of his to keep the both of you financially stable, as long as you don’t ask too many questions about it.

He doesn’t understand why you need to go work, when the two of you could be comfortable at home from his profits.

Especially when he has more than enough to keep you happy with him!

But if that’s what his partner wants, who is he to deny you?

He’s always anxious to let you leave the house, you’re so magnificent, what if on your way home, some creep tries to hit on you?

He knows you wouldn’t cheat on him and that you can defend yourself, but… but wouldn’t it be safer to just be at home with you?

Or worse, what if one of your coworkers, god forbid your boss, tried to… coerce you into something!

He knows you always wear your wedding ring, and he made sure that it was shiny enough to show people how much he loved you. (Material objects could never dare to show anyone how much he loved you. He loves you sooo much and he knows you love him too !)

But there are a lot of ignorant people out there! 

If you let him, Harper's be more than glad to mark you up, stake his claim so your peers know exactly who you’re married to.

“Cara miaaa,” Your husband looked up at you with wide, pleading, unfaltering eyes, “You said your coworkers were giving you trouble, right?” He’d practiced saying it without violently cursing out your coworkers. You wouldn’t like it if he was mean about them… Even if it was true.

“Unfortunately, yeah. They can’t take a hint, even with this.” You gestured to your wedding ring. “I don’t get how it’s so hard for them to understand I’m a faithful spouse…”

And with that, Harper set his plan into action. “Y’know… we could do something a bit more drastic, if you wish, dear?”

Your eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “And what would that be, Harp?” You had a vague idea what he was hinting at, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Mm, just showing them how much I looove you… and maybe biting you.” He muttered the last part to himself, a light flush making its way to his face. He had not prepared too much on how to convince you.

“You mind giving me a little preview?” You sat yourself down on the couch and beckoned him towards you with a finger.

“Not at all, cara mia.”

But there are some pros to being alone when you’re gone!

Harper being your dutiful househusband means he can and will do anything and everything for you !

(And indulge himself in certain activities while you’re gone)

He also has complete control over everything you sleep in, you eat, you wear.

So if you notice some odd stains on your clothes or weird tastes in your food, he doesn’t know what you’re talking about ! Do you not like the food he spent so much time preparing? Or the laundry he did to take a load off your back ?

It’s not his fault he gets so lonely when you’re gone ! It’s just because he misses you so much !

You should just quit your job, you know? It’s so dangerous ! That boss of yours was targeted by an arsonist ! (Because he had the nerve to try and touch you.) Gosh, what if you were next ?! (Harper would never do that to you though… <3)

You should just listen to your husband, he’s so worried for you ! Won’t you pleaaase hear him out?

[k1ll3rh0rr0r]

“Forever Yours” — mean!dom!r!euro x innocent!not really!fem!reader

minors DNI, 18+ content under the cut

warnings — straight up filth, size kink, manhandling, use of the word “daddy”, euro speaking norwegian (my norwegian is horrible don’t come at me), this probably isn’t all of them, oh yeah, unprotected p in v.

tag list — @iiheartsai

You didn’t exactly read social ques very well. By that, I mean, you never picked up on flirting— At least until you went to a shitty dive bar with Øystein. You two were polar opposites with your pretty pink ruffles and bows, Euro was literally the embodiment of darkness, to you at least since he only really wore black. Even your personalities differed as you were happy and bubbly, he was cold and calloused— but when you were around, he almost always had his hands on a part of your body, whether it be your waist/hips or just holding your hand.

That’s how it should have been currently. Øystein went to go get another drink, leaving you with your bottle of water at a booth. You swung your feet happily, taking a small sip from the disposable bottle, looking up from your gaze to see someone sitting across from you. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone.” You narrowed your eyes, feeling reasonably uncomfortable. The man scoffed, “Clearly you are. Why don’t you and I head out of here?”

You gazed over to the bar, catching the eyes of a very stoic Euronymous, who, took his beer and slowly walked over.

“Hey, buddy, go get someone else, she’s coming home with me.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you should probably fuck off within the next five seconds.” Øystein just stared, causing the stranger to slowly leave. Euro sat in the booth next to you, his face having an unreadable expression of pure rage.

“Thanks, Øystein.” You smiled, causing him to pull cash out of his pocket and slap it on the table; “We’re leaving.”

That’s how you got here, in his apartment with his cock stuffed into you to the hilt. You whined, trying to grind against him which just caused you a soft smack. “You’re gonna fuckin’ sit here until I say so, doll.”

You whined, hooking your small thin arms around his neck, head buried into his chest. As much as he loved to tease you, he’s getting more sensitive by the minute. With a rather harsh thrust into your dripping core, he pulls your hips down into him. For every hard, fast thrust, he manages to force you into meeting his throbbing cock.

The sounds of babbling, slapping and Øystein’s grunts filled the room, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Ta det, alt sammen, tispe.”

By this point tears were streaming down your face from the force, on your third or fourth orgasm- it was when his hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him that a warm, sticky feeling filled your insides. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he cooed.

Your eyes were glazed over, not really thinking about anything but him. Just how he wanted it, and how it would always be.

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i am so sorry this is so short, i made my first fic finally :> this is for everyone who voted on last night’s poll btw.

[shenenenigans]

now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep; for if i die before i wake i pray the lord my soul to take.

mentions of religious trauma(? not really) below the cut

To be honest, I always resorted to some form of prayer when I felt down. I didn’t believe in a God, not really, but my owner did. I don’t really think that a higher power truly exists. If it did, I wouldn’t feel like a hollow shell of a human being.

This world is not perfect. I knew that for a fact. But religion told me the world is made to be flawless. That’s not true. When I looked out into the vast expanse of space, so many things exploded or died in an instant. Nothing would need to be destroyed if it was perfect in the first place.

I’m shocked I haven’t died yet. I was supposed to, I think. And yet…

I would give anything to trade my life for hers. I wish I was strong enough to save her, but I wasn’t. She was like family to me. Now she’s gone, and I can’t do anything about it.

That wasn’t my only regret. I’d rather I didn’t talk about the other one. Not that anyone would want to hear.

tags!: @bluemoonscape @aakaneeee @rockwgooglyeyes @starry-skiez @4listr @paradisedisconcert @pwippy @nottoonedin @apriciticreveries IF I GOT TAGS WRONG MB BTW I TRIED TO REMEMBER. tell me if you wanna be removed or added!!!

[miasiegert]

In response to a great question by @etchif (I hope I’m doing this correctly again—bear with me still learning tumblr, probably will never learn on my phone, trying though?)

ANSWER:

Okay LISTEN HERE YOU, while for this production a strict NO ONE GETS MORE NOTICEABLE DICKS, I can confirm that a dear friend I will NEVER name (and no one will ever guess, don’t try, seriously, even tourmates were STUNNED and if it was anyone except me would think it was BS, I’m no snitch) tried to gift me his padded Tugger dance belts from US Tour V that all Tugger actors (except one I also will not name because not sure his fiancé wants that going around) were given/made/constructed and was legitimately baffled as to why I was not interested in his dancebelts as I hadn’t done my first pro show then/was a superfan still/sort of not sure how close friends I was with everyone.

“But they’re clean. I’d never give you anything not-washed.”

Bless him so much. He could not see the comparison of like used underwear sales or anything and thought, “well superfan, cats collector… I have something no one else has!!!”

As for why I didn’t take it and sell it, I was not exploiting a friend, ever. Especially one who genuinely was thinking, “what could I give Mia besides luggage tags?” That’d have been wrong. It also had his name sewn into it (same as all actors) for their unders/washing.

Please no jumping on an actor for being gross, btw. The intent was SO kind although… oh no! Lol!

And again I’m not sharing which actor did NOT have a padded one because of his fiancé. I’m not sure they’d actually care but rather safe than sorry.

THE MORE YOU KNOW (even if you don’t want to).

[friendofcars]

Please drop the essay you refrained from writing in the tags and would also love to hear your thoughts on the mask dream! I think it's one of the most interesting dreams ronan has, especially in tdt. Always really enjoy your thoughts and meta :)

hi so first of all thank you for this very kind message and second of all the 'essay' i mentioned was in fact about the mask dream. and third of all thank you for waiting for my belated response. i wrote the remainder of this post over multiple weeks and didn't proofread any of it and i'm almost positive it gets incoherent in places so please let me know if you want anything clarified.

so, the post i'm referencing is this one by parrishwife about adam and ronan's rather unhinged desire to simultaneously become and be with each other. i coincidentally read it immediately before reading chapter 17 of the dream thieves for the trc book club and my brain exploded a little because i think the mask nightmare plays with the same idea- not explicitly, and maybe not primarily, but there's an element of ronan both fearing and desiring the possibility of adam becoming ronan (or at least like ronan).

i think the most straightforward and plausible interpretation of this chapter is that ronan fears losing adam (to post-traumatic dissociation, to his bargain with cabeswater, as a rejection of ronan's desire for him, etc.) (btw parrishwife also has a brilliant post analyzing the mask dream.) i'm also suggesting that he has a simultaneous fear of adam reciprocating the attraction, which, for ronan, comes hand in hand with self-loathing; desire is fear, it is horror, it is anger; he fears rejection and miscommunication while also fearing that adam will experience self-hatred too. because ronan hasn’t realized his second secret yet, the fear/desire/self-loathing/projection is particularly muddled. This interpretation hinges on my observation that adam is profoundly ronan-like in the dream.

because of my complete inability to omit details, i’m going to put the meat of my observations + analysis under a cut:

first, before i write an absurdly long response, here was my initial comment in the trc book club server after reading the chapter:

and my follow up after some discussion:

and now after musing on this chapter for the past month, here’s a more detailed analysis, almost line by line:

first, in the dream, we're told that “the mask was his father's.” it's ambiguous as to whether niall dreamt, made, or bought the mask, but it's as if ronan has inherited the mask (along with the secret keeping, dreaming, perceived imbalanced devotion in romantic relationship, etc.). the important detail, aside from mask, of course, is father: a) ronan's self-hatred, grief, and depression are directly tied to guilt over niall's murder, all of which inform the way he dreams, unguided and alone, b) adam's bargain with cabeswater kicks off a plot that serves as a metaphor for adam's healing from trauma from his own father, which informs the way he isolates and hides himself from others and c) here we have two boys, traumatized by their fathers in different ways but still with the consequence of repression, with ronan fearing that adam will break/succumb to the fallout of his dual sacrifices (pressing charges and leaving the trailer/giving up his hands and eyes to cabeswater). i mention all of this to start drawing connections between ronan and adam's experiences, how they relate to one another, and how in which ronan's self-hatred manifests in a concern for adam ending up hating himself too (becoming [like] ronan).

we can also consider the setting of the dream: the original mask is at the barns, out of reach in multiple ways (hung high on the wall, on a property from which ronan is banned, and his subconscious won't let him return home in his dreams either) but the consequences of the dream do lead him back to the barns (he manifests the night horrors, which he buries at the barns with his friends; enlisting gansey to help literally kill his demons and everyone else to dispose of the bodies brings him home- it's something he can't do alone -> recurring fear of isolation, the magic of connection, etc.). but ronan already has access to the apartment at st. agnes- adam already lets him sleep there, on the floor, and he's only there in the first place because ronan helped him move there. ronan plays an active role in establishing and maintaining the apartment as adam’s home. and in the dream, the mask is at eye level, both within reach (and, of note, probably where you'd hang a mirror). greater proximity to ronan = greater risk of adam realizing (and reciprocating, or mirroring) ronan's attraction towards him.

all of this is to say that ronan's subconscious is asking him: what if adam was within reach? would you squander the opportunity? what if he's too far gone to cabeswater, out of reach in the wake of abuse? what if keeping adam close is putting him in danger? (there's a line about their changing proximity at the very end of the raven boys that i'm thinking about as i write this.) what if he falls and cuts himself on ronan?

like i mentioned, I think the more straightforward reading of the dream is ronan's fear of losing adam, whether via adam’s trauma responses/dissociation/bargain with cabeswater or as a rejection of ronan’s romantic interest. i'll try to be briefer here since i know it's been discussed (reading this a couple weeks later…i was not brief at all lol). shortly before the dream, cabeswater goes missing. due to the ambiguous consequences of adam's bargain with cabeswater, there's reason to fear adam will also disappear (or at least his hands and eyes, or what they represent -> his skill, his perception, his survival instincts, etc.). then there's the fear of the figurative consequence: adam disappearing in the sense that he completely withdraws and isolates himself from ronan and the others. gansey fears that adam's spirit will break; adam fears he will turn violent (which is why he withdraws). it's not clear which ronan fears, but it might as well be both, given the obscuring nature of the mask and adam's violence in the dream. i don't think ronan fears that adam will purposefully hurt him (given his prophetic refusal to hurt adam, even to save his own life) but he fears he will hurt adam by confessing feelings to him, or by trapping him in henrietta, etc.

in the dream, ronan tells opal (at this point, orphan girl) that cabeswater is gone, which triggers adam’s appearance in the dream (to emphasize the possibility of adam disappearing too). adam says, “far away isn’t the same thing as gone,” which is probably a rare display of optimism from ronan, especially as a counterpoint to the dreamt miniature white plane that is lost to the lake (this symbolizes the potential outcome of losing adam in the context of adam’s doubt/disbelief, which is dismantled by the end of the book when he figures out that ronan paid the rent and loves him, which coincides with ronan realizing he doesn’t hate himself, that the world will not end if adam knows how he feels, and thus the white nigh horror is born as a symbol of adam’s capability of belief in ronan and both of their acceptances of ronan’s feelings). whew.

we then get a description of adam in the dream. he's wearing his aglionby uniform, perhaps to represent a repressed adam hell bent on assimilation to pursue his ambition, but in my interpretation a detail that clues us into some mirroring/becoming of ronan. i'm specifically thinking of the flashback in trb chapter 20 in which adam recalls the catalyst for pursuing aglionby: a confident, affluent, friend-possessing aglionby kid who probably wasn’t but might as well have been ronan. as a counterpoint to the aglionby uniform, adam’s fingers are black with oil, an obvious nod to adam’s fear that his job as a mechanic and poverty betray his attempts at escaping his roots (side note- sacrificing himself to a sentient forest literally roots him further in henrietta/on the ley line), but i can’t help but draw a comparison between the oil mentioned here and nightwash- something we don’t even know whether ronan has canonically experienced yet, but still a visual parallel that signifies limiting, restricting factors in each of their lives (class, disability, etc.) that anchor them to henrietta. if this connection is a coincidence, which it very well could be, the shame both adam and ronan experience remains true in the text, in terms of adam feeling stained by his non-academic yet necessary-for-survival work and ronan’s complex relationship to dreaming. ronan also endures unmaking/nightwash in trk after adam, demon-possessed, chokes him and ronan has the same “will not choose hurting adam to evade death” experience, so this really does all connect in my “no coincidences in trc” brain.

adam takes the mask without asking permission nor hesitating, which seems out of character and ronan-like (read: impulsive), although adam does indeed reach for the mask without asking first when they visit the barns. in trb adam is constantly asking permission, clarifying invitations, hesitating, etc. until he makes his sacrifices, so perhaps ronan’s dream is exploring an adam that acts more and fixates on consequences less (which is quite ronan). the summative effect of these details is ronan’s perception of adam’s own insecurities, curiosities/introspection, etc.  which, perhaps unintentionally, make me simultaneously consider ronan’s own difficulty with reconciling his home life, identity, secrets, social position at school, etc. the touching without asking might also prod at a warped sense of intimacy for ronan, especially regarding the nature of ronan’s relationship with kavinsky, but i feel like i need to consider this perspective more before elaborating further.

then, adam holds the mask up to his face- nobody puts the mask on adam; it’s an autonomous choice. autonomy and choice are critical to both of their character arcs, especially in trb for adam and in tdt for ronan. then, adam “becom[es] something else” and the distinction between adam and the wooden mask dissolves as a nod to the concern that adam will become indistinguishable from cabeswater (also predominantly of wood). lots to comment on here: that adam must eventually accept that he isn’t cabeswater, much like he isn’t his father; adam becoming less human and ronan grappling with his human-ness/creature-ness, ronan grappling with the distinction between himself and his manifested dreams, which include cabeswater, etc. if adam is merging with cabeswater and cabeswater in its forest form is inherently an aspect of ronan/his heart/his soul/his mind… much to chew on, even if its founded on their insecurities. adam becoming a creature, like ronan; becoming magic or getting intertwined with it… also rolling around the concepts of a wooden mask, a wooden boy, lies (secrets), autonomy, atypical creation, etc. in my head and coming up with pinocchio which is probably absurd but. i had to admit this. ronan wanting to be a real boy (greywaren choosing humanity) is not not canon in td3. on adam seeming to be carved from wood, maybe a brief exploration of a fear of a lack of distinct identity (ronan fearing adam becoming cabeswater or a part of himself against adam’s wishes); Adam wants to be self-made, not made by anyone else…maybe references pygmalion, galatea, etc.

in the same paragraph, as adam becomes even less-adam like, his teeth become hungry, his jaw starves. teeth are frequently mentioned when describing the lynch brothers, and hunger is a predominant theme for both adam and ronan (“they were both hungry animals, but adam had been starving for longer), and chapter 11 of tdt loops in the gray man and the concept of a hungry knife; i'm not articulating this well but there’s something to say here about ronan being raised to think of himself as a weapon and him fearing adam will succumb to the same, and sharp teeth are the imagery by which i'm connecting these dots (?). adam’s eyes are “desperate and incensed.” he is not only afraid but angry (a very ronan combination of emotions), and the adjective “incensed” even links to ronan’s internal experiences being frequently described as fiery, burning, etc. a vein stands out from adam’s neck; veins stand out from ronan’s body later in the chapter when he’s awake but not yet back in his body. vulnerability, anger, desperation, tension, vitality. the physical parallels are numerous. or maybe just repetitive writing, but i read trc very generously in terms of assuming intention.

then, the dream becomes a nightmare. the mask becomes indistinguishable from adam’s face- anger like a second skin, second secret, tamquam alter idem, horror movie twins, double-headed night horror and all that- it’s a nightmare BECAUSE ronan could be into this (and by “this” i mean the conflation of adam returning his attraction and them becoming more and more like each other), and at this point in the narrative, this desire to be and to be with is obscured by ronan’s depression. adam is described as a creature, a word used to describe ronan too (a genuine compliment from gansey, but an alienating burden of a descriptor for adam and ronan). adam becomes a night horror, which, like cabeswater, is a manifestation of an aspect of ronan- like calls to like, and this is terrifying to ronan.

the night horrors are explicitly described as representations of ronan’s heart and are “in love with his blood and his sadness.” the word choice of “in love” when the night horrors are manifestations of self-hatred and depression and shame is more proof of ronan conflating desire + guilt. ronan’s heart is auto-cannibalizing. do you know what I’m trying to say. as a side note, the mentioned rhythm of ronan’s heartbeat works as a physiological and metaphorical tie to the very feeling of a nightmare. just some nice texture in the nightmare for me as a reader! re: adam, “adam was the horror now” -> adam has become inextricable from ronan/cabeswater/magic -> adam has become one with ronan’s self-hatred adam isn’t the horror for trying the mask on, he’s the horror for realizing and reacting to the mask (here i had a lightbulb moment and had to close my word doc to calm down lol)… and if we equate ronan himself to the mask (the teeth! the hunger! the eyes! a psychological prison only the prisoner can break!) and the nightmare is built upon this dream adam’s rage and terror at his union with the mask… we circle back to the two-headed fear of adam’s rejection AND reciprocation of ronan’s attraction. of course the merging of adam and ronan takes on a completely different connotation in greywaren when they are both eager to merge souls and their codependency and inability to maintain a stable reality without the other is… a lot to think about. Re: “toothful king” more teeth = lynch-like, as we’ve established, but ronan has also been described as a king in his dreamscape; this usually implies creative power but is that what Adam has here? maybe king is more intended to throw focus towards his power over ronan? also, in a ater paragraph, “tooth upon tooth upon tooth” makes me think of rows of teeth…which is sharklike. like the bmw (“if it was sharklike, it had learned how from [ronan]”.)

i'll also make a couple comments about the line “to think about it was to be immobilized with the horror of watching Adam be consumed from the inside out.” 1. the immobilization, whether literal or figurative, is notable in the context of ronan, who is often kinetic, restless, hyperactive, adrenaline-seeking, etc. but is also immobilized post-dream manifestation; taken together, ronan in motion and ronan frozen tell us that for ronan to stop moving and obscuring the secrets he hides in a maelstrom of posturing is to make him vulnerable- and this line is shortly before nightmare adam attacks him. to stay still is to look truth in the face and confess it and bear his heart to it- and his heart itself is the secret. ouroboros. i don’t know. also, cannibalism, probably. that's not really my wheelhouse but it’s in here a little bit. and ronan dreams creatures to love- chainsaw, matthew, opal. he's revulsed by the possibility of creating an adam that loves him, that is made of him or in his image, that lacks autonomy/mobility in relation to ronan.

then comes the violence. before it, ronan takes adam’s arm (as he does at the barns, later) and says his name- saying adam, not parrish, presumably, which is another marker of vulnerability. this line reminds me of “cabeswater: call it by name” or an act of creation, affirmation, that adam is adam (human, a man), and not a monster. despite this act of tenderness, of acknowledgment of independent identity, nightmare adam lunges for ronan while simultaneously trying to remove the mask from his own face (this brings me back to the idea of duality, violence vs. love wielded inwardly and outwardly, double edged swords, the two headed night horror, the self vs others, etc.). his fingers hook ronan the way the night horror hooks in the following chapter- a premonition that gets subverted with the eventual declaration of “claws and beak”/”unguibus et rostro.” adam's face is gone and the mask becomes invisible- the distinction between ronan’s feelings towards adam and adam’s feelings toward ronan is gone. however, perhaps condradicting what I literally just claimed (lol), ronan cannot kill bring himself to kill adam, even this nightmare version, but has not yet realized that he doesn’t want to kill himself either.

“the mouth gaped, door to bloody ruin.” the mouth, not adam’s mouth, not the mask’s mouth. disembodied. there's a whole thesis to write on adam’s relationship to his body and his dissociative experiences, the reintegration he experiences as he repairs the ley line, etc.  an open door, especially a door-like mouth, is a confessed secret (think of ronan’s closed door at monmouth), and here, a path to the worst possible outcome.

ronan removes the mask from adam and discovers that it’s easily removable, that the distinction between adam and the mask and that which it represents can be recovered simply and gently, but the removal still ruins adam. a petal peeled from a flower-he loves me, he loves me not… and the strange beautiful flowers ronan dreams… that love is beautiful and not inherently violent… something adam and ronan must individually learn for themselves. adam must distinguish himself from his trauma, from his family, from his bargain with cabeswater. his self-loathing creates an additional prison within the limiting circumstances of his poverty. but as gentle as the removal is, ronan’s heroic action still results in gore- his father’s, rather than his mother’s, account of his birth. adam is reduced to muscle, bone, teeth, eyeball- a collection of parts, but no holistically integrated face. a miracle of moving parts but gruesome. life leaks out of him like nightwash out of ronan. unmasking, confession, secrets you can’t take back, irreversible bargains… ronan says he’ll put the mask back on, will restore adam’s dignity and grant him a shield against vulnerability, but the damage is done. we get a rare “please” (“please work”) from ronan, maybe a prayer, maybe in the same vein of the “please” he thinks when he sees adam for the first time (cdth chapter 5).

and finally, the lab blood dna line around which i will talk in circles because I can’t do it justice, but after ronan wakes with the bloodied mask he wonders “whose dna…would a lab find in that blood?” this is THE merging of adam and ronan line imo that makes all of my tenuous claims that the nightmare is about adam becoming ronan hold actually hold water. it’s like if the narrator in kevin atwater’s my blood is your blood hated themselves and their partner too because their love felt like violence and guilt. and because both adam and ronan, due to their (father-related) trauma, struggle to distinguish between pain and attraction and desire and resentment, there’s an implication that reciprocated feelings between the two of them would also be mutually inflicted harm- that they’ll both make each other bleed. spring awakening word of your body. it reminds me of when dogs get into a fight and in the aftermath it’s hard to tell whose blood is whose, if one is bleeding or just covered in the other’s; ronan’s nightmare explores: who is capable of harming (loving) the other. because ronan’s refusal to harm adam as nightmare adam harms ronan is love, even if twisted up. ronan can’t extricate desire from violence at this point since he hasn’t woken up to his second secret yet (and undergone the character development required to realize it). the blood might as well be both of theirs.

Some other assorted details: the overlap between ronan’s self-hatred and his projection of this onto adam (ch 9: ronan had seen a face about to break in the mirror etc. terrible paraphrase but you know what i mean) so his nightmare is an exploration of him projecting onto adam; there’s a dual desire for adam/reciprocation but also a fear + assumption that adam is simultaneously terrorized by his own feelings (which tbh is not wrong) so adam being the horror in the nightmare is to say he’s Ronan since the horrors are an extension of Ronan’s depression, grief, guilt, etc. esp. regarding his faith and sexuality which are symbolized via the dreaming, and since ronan could not kill him (it wasn’t a choice! foreshadowing! he sees himself as a corrupting force on adam, etc.), ronan is eventually subconsciously led to the realization that he cannot kill himself either- he has to believe in himself (cheesy, but since the climax of tdt crucially involves adam’s belief in ronan and the dreaming and the second secret, it’s real) and to believe that his love for others is beautiful rather than dangerous, and that this love can be wielded back at himself too. “why do you hate you? I don’t. he woke up” is the same damn thing as “it was only for adam it had been a prison.” pretend i pasted in the spiral eyes emoji 1000 =x here. (adam’s own self-loathing, isolation, bargain w cabeswater, etc…. so very eight of swords. if only he would take the blindfold off etc.)

and this all ties back to the two headed night horror… tdt opening with ronan’s secrets and the plane and adam’s doubt in ronan’s dreaming and the first introduction of the black night horrors and the eventual acceptance of mirrored attraction or at least acknowledgement of ronan’s second secret and adam witnessing the manifestation of the white night horror which is double-headed and signifies both internal and external love/acceptance… i’m running out of steam here but it all ties together. it’s all connected I promise.

but in this chapter, before the plot of tdt plays out in full, we're left with the conclusion of what if adam reciprocates ronan's attraction? that's what he wants (this is why he pays the rent. this is why the dream is in the st. agnes apartment, where ronan has put adam.), but because at this point ronan can't differentiate between desire and self-loathing, adam wanting him back would make him a mirror of his desire and self-loathing, and the fear of this is explored in the nightmare. i hope this has made sense!

i think this was pretty comprehensive and perhaps too speculative but aside from opal's role in the dream, which i'm still thinking about, but i'd love to hear someone else's take on her in this chapter (or anything else about the mask nightmare!).

[ruipilled]

little rui has been absolutely rotting in my mind recently so here’s so hcs :) uhhh she/he pronouns for rui btw :3

- teensy lil tiny guy

- like 2-4 age range

-cgs are mainly nene & mizuki, but emu & kasa will help sometimes

- he doesn’t talk much, especially when he’s really little

-insecure about his height when little, especially compared to like nene & emu

-sensory issues get 10x worse when little. he would rather die then feel a tag on shirt when little

-primarily regresses when he’s tired or overworked himself

-absolutely sleepy tiny lil guy. His cgs don’t have to ask him twice for nap time. He loves when he’s sleeping in bed and her cg’s are sitting in a chair making sure she gets to sleep alright, it makes her feel absolutely tiny.

-diet is HORRENDOUS when he’s little. Exclusively eats candy. Nene is trying harder to get healthy foods into his diet. She’s like the people who put broccoli into like brownies.

-Nene tries to hide Rui’s candy, but to no avail, she’s a devious little guy, he’ll find it no matter the hiding spot.

- weakest immune system ever. and when he’s sick, He’s for sure gonna be little. Whenever he misses school for sickliness, Mizuki will skip to look after him.

-Mizuki dotes on him a heinous amount while rui is sick. Will do anything she possibly can to make him feel better.

-Tsukasa (and nene kind of) are the only one of his cgs who can actually put their foot down for rui. Even ruis best puppy dog eyes can’t work on tsuaksa.

-Extremely susceptible to tantrums and meltdowns. his cgs have gotten really good at soothing him though :) They each kind of have their own methods to helping him. Nene has mastered the soothing voice with small squeezes on his hands to help ground him. Tsukasa, being the only one who can pick him up, will pick him up and gently bounces him on his hip, Mizuki immediately gets him his paci & gives him cuddles. Emu tries to make him laugh.

-speaking of which rui is almost never seen without his pacifier, he is always chewing on stuff. His cgs regular have to (very lightly) scold him for chewing on thing he shouldn’t be.

Also!! give me some requests I wanna right something! I’m best with leoneed & mmj! Rui too!

[training4theapocalypse]

A Nest of Vipers Ch2. (Cormac McLaggen x Original Female Character - Slytherin)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings / Tags: Smut, Secret Relationship

Summary: Una Montague discovers a fellow Slytherin is up to no good. Cormac McLaggen isn't sure what he's let himself in for.

A/N: Me? Giving members of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad a redemption arc? Never. Unless...

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Chapter 2: Struggle

The next day, Una Montague and Cormac McLaggen sat side-by-side in Transfiguration silently answering the essay questions that Professor McGonagall had written on the chalkboard. Which was a pity, thought Una, because at least practical lessons would have meant the rest of the class were distracted. Not that she was particularly interested in hearing anything Cormac McLaggen had to say but rather, she wanted him to continue whatever it was they had started at Slughorn’s dinner party.

When the bell rang, the classroom erupted in chatter but Una just shut her textbook and touched up her lipgloss. She was determined not to make the first move. She’d be damned if Cormac thought she was more interested in him than he was in her.

She didn’t have to wait long.

“So, what now?” asked Cormac.

Una pursed her lips thoughtfully in the mirror. She wasn’t sure exactly how they could meet up. The trouble with having best friends like Sabine and Meridith was that they were always around. And Cormac being in another house just made sneaking around even more difficult.

“Do you know somewhere we could go?” asked Una, putting her things into her book bag.

He grinned. A wide, stupid grin that showed off his perfect teeth and made dimples appear at the corners of his mouth.

“I actually meant what lesson do you have next?” Cormac laughed, seeing the horror-stricken expression on Una’s face.

“Arithmancy,” said Una quickly. “I mean free period. No wait, Arithmancy. Eugh!”

Mortified, she grabbed her bag and turned as fast as she could to leave. She felt a large hand grab her upper arm before she could walk any further.

“Wait, Una. I’m just - “

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed through gritted teeth, shrugging him off quickly before the other students could see. 

And before Cormac had the chance to say anything else, Una marched quickly out of the classroom and into the throng of students in the corridor, her cheeks burning. She felt humiliated. But what was more concerning was the fact that she couldn’t shrug off the feeling that she sort of - maybe - liked it. 

Una shook her head, feeling flustered as she made her way to the shortcut to Arithmancy. She was being ridiculous. Of course, she didn’t like Cormac humiliating her. She bit her lip, stamping that feeling down as hard as she could.

She was confused (which didn’t happen often when it came to boys). Normally they were simple creatures, easy for her to understand - even manipulate when she needed to. She had thought he was attracted to her when he touched her under the table at Slughorn’s dinner party. But now she supposed that he just liked purposefully trying to embarrass her. Especially when he didn’t kiss her in the corridor, choosing instead to squeeze her face and smear lipgloss on her chin.

That egotistical, arrogant piece of work. There was no way she was going to let Cormac McLaggen make a fool of her.

Una pulled back an old tapestry, revealing the hidden shortcut to find a crouched figure in the dark passageway, sobbing. Her heart sank sadly. She’d recognise those hunched shoulders anywhere.

“...Graham? Lumos.” Her wand illuminated the dark passageway and her brother looked up, wiping his tear-streaked face that looked almost ghostly pale in the wandlight.

Graham Montague breathed shaky, shallow breaths as Una approached him carefully. 

“The passageway... Stupid,” he said, shaking his head. 

“It’s not stupid,” said Una gently as she sank down on the wall opposite him.

Her brother had almost died last year. Someone - he couldn’t remember who - had shoved him into a broken vanishing cabinet on the castle’s first floor. All Una was able to find out was that they were a member of Harry Potter’s stupid club - Dumbledore’s Army. Una had flipped between plotting her revenge against the D.A. and being so worried she felt sick when he went missing for almost a month until he was finally discovered in a bathroom by his friend Draco Malfoy. 

It spread around the school like it was hilarious. “Did you hear Montague was found in the U-bend?”. But to Una, it was no joke. 

He was stuck in the magical void between a pair of vanishing cabinets for weeks, almost starving to death until by some incredible miracle he had managed to apparate - without so much as ever having taken an apparition lesson before - within the boundaries of Hogwarts. When Professor Snape rescued him, even he couldn’t understand how it was possible. 

Afterwards, Una spent every spare moment in the hospital wing visiting him, helping him drink a vivid blue potion from Madam Pomfrey. Their parents, of course, had tried to take him to St. Mungo’s but Graham was insistent on sitting his exams so stayed at Hogwarts. 

After the entire ordeal, all Graham had to show for it was three O.W.L.s and a crippling fear of tight, dark spaces. And all Una had was a bitter taste in her mouth that she and the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad had never found out who did it. 

“I just need a minute. Til the corridor clears,” said Graham, resting his head against the wall.

“I’ll wait,” said Una.

“Aren’t you going to your next lesson?”

“I’ll be late,” said Una with a small shrug. “Where are you friends?”

“I ditched them. Draco wouldn’t stop pestering me about the vanishing cabinet so I ducked in here and then…” he trailed off but Una pursed her lips.

“Why does he care so much about the cabinet?”

Graham hesitated. 

“Graham - tell me.”

“He says he’s got a job to do. From the Dark Lord.”

Una gave him a serious look. “Graham…”

“He saved my life, Unes.”

“You don’t owe him anything. Don’t get tied up in whatever he’s up to.”

Graham sighed. “I already told him everything I knew last year. Not that I can remember much… I don’t really want to.”

Una and Graham sat quietly for a long time as the footsteps in the corridor outside became less and less frequent until they couldn’t hear any more.

“We should go - I’m good, I’m good,” he stressed when Una opened her mouth to argue. “I need out of here.” 

“If you’re sure.”

Una got to her feet and opened the tapestry leading to the next corridor and extinguished her wand when light flooded the passageway. She held it open as Graham climbed out. 

He took a deep breath in the fresh air of the corridor. Una looked up at him. It was hard to believe her little brother, this big, burly Quidditch Captain could have ever been trapped in a cabinet, never mind turn to a crumbling mess when faced with a dark passageway.

She gave him a quick squeeze around his shoulders.

“Una,” he groaned. “Get off me.”

“Alright, alright.” She resisted the urge to hold on tight and never let go. “I just worry about you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Just no more shortcuts, alright?”

“I won’t.” 

He gave her a stiff nod and they departed in opposite directions. She just hoped Professor Vector wouldn’t dock too many points from Slytherin for her lateness.

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Cormac and Eddie sat in the library a few evenings later comparing Ancient Runes notes.

“Nah mate, you’ve translated that one wrong. It’s Umma, not Una,”

“I didn’t write that, did I?,” said Cormac, pulling his parchment back towards him and looking at those three little letters. Una. “No, yeah, you’re right. Dunno how I managed that one.”

“Still thinking about Slughorn’s party then?” Eddie grinned at him.

“What do you mean by that?” bristled Cormac.

“Steady on,” said Eddie, taken aback by his defensive tone. “Just meant that you were sat next to her, didn’t I?”

“Oh, right. Yeah.”

“Is there something going on there, then?”

“Nah. Nah, definitely not.”

“You’re a shitty liar.”

Cormac hesitated. Eddie Carmichael was a Ravenclaw and Ravenclaws didn’t have the same anti-Slytherin sentiment that his other friends in Gryffindor did. He trusted Eddie more than he trusted the Gryffindors to be objective. Plus he was Head Boy. If any of his friends knew anything about the Head Girl, it would be him.

“I mean, she’s fit, right?” asked Cormac, scoring his quill back and forth over the word Una, determinedly ridding it from his parchment.

Eddie let out a long exhale. “Psht, yeah. The three of them are. But she’s genuinely fucking awful.”

He wasn’t expecting that. 

“You don’t think it’s just Sabine?”

“Nah,” said Eddie darkly. “Sabine gets the bad rap because she’s the loudest. Always in detention, that kind of thing. But I think that’s what makes Una more dangerous.”

“Dangerous? Bit dramatic, Ed.”

“Forgetting about Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad last year, are you?”

This shut Cormac up. He did forget that Una was one of Umbridge’s flying monkeys last year. He and Eddie, along with the rest of the D.A. had ended up in detention for weeks after the Inquisitorial Squad had apprehended them.

“And this year, Christ, I barely open my mouth when we’re doing the Prefect meetings. She loves bossing them about, dictating the corridor patrols. I mean, I’m not complaining - less work for me, innit? But still. I think she knows how to latch herself on to people with a bit of power and now she has a bit of her own, well, it’s the only time I’ve seen her smile.”

Cormac looked up from his parchment, brows knitted together. He’d seen Una laugh and smile in Transfiguration. And as for latching herself onto people in power…

“I’m not sure she’s like that. She didn’t even want to go to Slughorn’s thing.”

Eddie shrugs. “She probably just wants Slughorn to think she’s too important to be there. Make him more interested.”

Make him more interested. By pretending she wasn’t. Maybe Eddie was on to something.

“How did she even end up as Head Girl anyway? I mean, before this year, the only time I saw her in class was when she was getting told off for whispering with the Vipers.”

“That’s the thing. I think she likes being under-estimated. Have you ever seen her raise a hand in lessons? Or even study in the library? Then she shows up in sixth year with nine outstanding O.W.L.s. Just coasted it.”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” grinned Cormac.

Eddie raises his arms in exasperation. “Where are we now? And you can check your own bloody Ancient Runes homework then.”

Eddie tossed his book at his head but Cormac reacted quickly and caught it.

“Alright, alright! Just winding you up,” laughed Cormac.

“Shh!” came an irate voice from the librarian’s desk. Cormac turned around in his seat to see Madam Pince glowering at them furiously.

Cormac hastily resumed his homework but Eddie kept his eyes up, looking behind Cormac’s shoulder.

“So much for never coming to the library,” he murmured. “Keep edgy.”

Cormac looked again discreetly. Sure enough, as if summoned by their discussion, the Vipers had slithered their way into the library.

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“It stinks of old books in here,” pouted Meredith when Sabine had chosen their table. 

“Well someone didn’t want us to sit in the common room tonight,” said Sabine sharply.

“I told you I’d explain,” whispered Una, sitting down and looking around to see if anyone was within earshot. With a jolt, she saw Cormac McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael several desks away.

“Well? Go on then,” demanded Sabine loudly, causing the two boys to look over.

“Sab,” Una hushed, glaring at Eddie and Cormac until they averted their gaze. “There are more important things than our usual seats... Like what exactly has Blaise told you about Draco Malfoy?”

“Malfoy? Nothing, why?”

“It’s for good reason. First of all, his dad’s in Azkaban for being a Death Eater -”

“We know that already,” huffs Meredith. 

“Let me finish. I’m just saying his family is dangerous. And apparently, he’s been bragging about being given a job to do at Hogwarts by The Dark Lord.”

“When did you hear that?”

Una didn’t answer. She trusted Sabine and Meredith but she wanted to protect her brother more.

“What kind of job?” Sabine looked sceptically interested. “What’s a sixteen-year-old going to do for him?”

“That’s the bit I’ve not worked out yet. But what I know for sure is that Malfoy is unreliable, inexperienced and he’ll probably need help. He doesn’t come to Prefect meetings anymore - Carmichael’s useless so I’ve got my work cut out for me trying to organise cover for Malfoy’s corridor patrols. So whatever it is he’s doing, I don’t think he’s doing it very well.”

“What’s that got to do with us?”

“I just think,” said Una quietly. “I think we need to keep an eye on the people we care about spending any time near him. I’m convinced he’s roped more people into helping him with this job.”

“Your brothers?” asked Meredith looking cautiously between Una and Sabine.

“As if either of them would help him with that,” scoffed Sabine.

“They need to be careful,” Una pressed on.

“If I find out he’s getting mixed up in this pure-blood supremacy nonsense I’m going to kill him.”

Una, Sabine and Meredith looked at each other seriously. Una extended her pinky across the table and Sabine and Meredith linked it.

“If we can’t keep Graham and Blaise away from this - we do what we do best.”

“Come hell or high water,” starts Sabine.

“Through thick and thin,” adds Meredith.

“For snakes don’t drown,” says Una.

“They know to swim,” they finish together.

This was their ritual. What had started off as a silly little chant they’d made up in first year was now a solemn promise. Of course, these days they’d ditched the accompanying dance routine borne from jumping on the dormitory beds as eleven-year-olds but the words remained. An oath to protect one another whatever the cost. 

If one of them stuck their pinky out, the others knew it was deadly serious. No more questions, no more bickering. Just mutual, unwavering trust.

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Cormac and Eddie exchanged baffled looks.

“See! Look, they’re doing Dark Magic,” whispered Eddie.

“Maybe they’re in a thruple,” suggested Cormac, watching the Vipers unhook their fingers and cease their hushed murmuring.

“Nah, mate. I told you. Dangerous.”

Cormac wasn’t so sure. Maybe he was wearing Slytherin-tinted spectacles but that didn’t look like Dark Magic to him.

They returned their attention to their homework again but when a pair of heeled shoes clicked past their table Cormac lifted his eyes up slowly. Una had wandered off towards the bookshelves at the back of the library. Alone. This was it.

Cormac waited a few moments and pushed his chair back.

“Mate, don’t…” said Eddie warningly.

Cormac grinned. “I’m doing it.”

Eddie dragged his hand down his face as Cormac vacated his seat. “Oh, you great big bloody idiot.” Cormac clapped his shoulder and meandered in the direction Una went.

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Una, stood on her tiptoes trying to reach a book on a high shelf. Where was a ladder when you needed one? She looked left and right, groaning when she saw Cormac McLaggen striding towards her.

“You can conjure birds but can’t do a simple summoning charm?” he asked, grabbing the book she was brushing with her fingertips. He was so tall he could do it with annoying ease.

She eyed him suspiciously as he held it out to her, expecting him to pull it out of her reach again like he did with her mirror.

“I left my wand at the table.” She took the book tentatively. “Excuse me,” she said, refusing to look at him as she made to leave.

He stuck his arm out against the bookcase to stop her. She scoffed and tried to go around him the other way but he rested his forearm on the shelf, boxing her in. He was close. Much too close. His aftershave overpowered her senses, the smell of artemesia and sandalwood unexpectedly filled up her lungs.

Una looked up, bringing herself to meet his eyes and sticking out her chin defiantly. “Get out of my way.”

“Or else what?”

“I’ll scream.”

Cormac turned his head, looking along the aisle to make sure the coast was clear. He turned his attention back to Una.

“You wouldn’t.”

Oh, wouldn’t I? Thought Una. 

She opened her mouth and inhaled a large breath, but he clapped a hand over her mouth, roughly pushing her backwards into the shelf. He pressed his body against hers and she felt her knees tremble as her wide eyes met his smirking ones. His green eyes glittered while he watched her struggle.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he murmured. Una felt heat surging in her abdomen, feeling his body trapping hers so closely. Una let go of her book but it remained pressed between their bodies. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to wrench it from her mouth but it wouldn’t budge. Cormac pushed into her harder still as she attempted and failed to fight him off. 

“Are you going to behave?” he whispered, watching her trying and failing to pry his grip away.

With a prickle of realisation, she felt his hard cock pressing againt her throbbing pussy. It made her falter slightly. So this was turning him on as much as it was affecting her? Una relinquished his wrist and tried to nod but was so constricted by his hand it was barely a jerk of the head.

“Good.”

He removed his hand and she gasped for breath, feeling her chest rising and falling against his, the book the only thing separating them.

“So, when do you want to hook up?” he asked.

Una scoffed, mustering all the derision she could. “I don’t want to hook up with you.”

“That’s not what you said in Transfiguration.”

With a flare of annoyance at being reminded of her earlier mistake, she glared at him. “You’re crushing me, dickhead,” she said, pushing his chest to no avail. He put his hands up, yielding, and took a step back. The book between them fell to the floor with a ringing echo in the quiet library.

Una crossed her arms and looked from him to the book on the floor expectantly.

Cormac stared silently for a few moments. He brushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, surveying her but still Una waited. He tutted and crouched down to pick up her book. When he stood back up she snatched the book from his hands.

“So?” he asked.

“I’ve changed my mind, Cormac. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

This was a lie. But she hated him thinking he had any control over her just because he was bigger and stronger. Especially after her earlier slip-up. She was the one calling the shots. Not him.

“Come on, I know you want me.”

She shook her head slowly from side to side.

“Una… Una,” he soothed, taking a step towards her again. The way he said her name was oddly melodic. It made the hair stand up on her arms as she clutched her book to her chest.

“I already told you, I wouldn’t be caught dead with you.”

“Nobody needs to know,” he murmured, looking down at her. Una’s heart raced. His face was so close she could feel his breath on her lips.

He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone as she looked up at him with parted lips. She felt butterflies in her stomach as he leaned in closer still.

The way he was holding her reminded her of their encounter after Slughorn’s party. Was he going to kiss her? Or do something worse again? And which would she prefer? 

“Do you think about fucking me, Cormac?” she whispered, her lips almost brushing his.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his eyelashes dipping to look at her lips. “All the fucking time.”

Gotcha. Excitement rose in her chest as the scales tipped in her balance again. “Show me. Right here,” she breathed, pulling him close to her. She wanted to feel his body closing in on her against the bookcase again.

When her mouth met his, he let out a gratified exhale that made Una’s skin feel like it was on fire. God, he was a good kisser. He might have been holding her firmly but his lips were softer, gentler on hers than she’d expected. She almost felt bad about what she was about to do.

She sucked his bottom lip, rolling it between her teeth.

“Mhm,” he groaned, running his hands downthe sides of her body. His hand found the back of her thigh and he gripped under her knee, pulling her leg up to his waist. She could feel his hard cock again pressing into her open hips. 

Payback.

She sank her teeth into his bottom lip and his arousal turned to shock when she bit down - hard. He let go of her abruptly, .

“Argh!” he winced but she didn’t let go. She felt her teeth penetrate the soft flesh of his lip until he stumbled backwards, pushing away and freeing himself of her.

Cormac tried to compose himself, looking dumbfounded. He touched his hand to his bloody lip and looked at his fingers.

“I’m bleeding…”

“Lay a hand on me again and that won’t be the only thing that’s bleeding,” said Una haughtily, shouldering him out of the way as she went back out into the aisle with her book under her arm.

With difficulty, she wiped the satisfied smirk off her face as she sauntered back to Sabine and Meredith’s table, ignoring Eddie Carmichael’s eyes on her as she passed.

“What happened to you?” asked Meredith, taking in her dishevelled appearance.

Una fixed her hair hastily. “I left my wand and had to climb one of those big ladders,” she said quickly. “Nearly fell off it.”

Sabine laughed fondly. “You’re so clumsy, Una.”

“I hate the library,” complained Una sitting down.

“Can’t we just go already?” asked Meredith.

Sabine nodded and the two of them stood up and followed Una to Madam Pince’s desk.

“Just this, please.”

Cormac McLaggen passed them, keeping his head down and covering his lip with his hand.

“God, did you see him?” asked Meredith when Una had stuffed her library book in her bag and they were out of earshot. “Looks like he got into a fight with the same ladder as you, Una.”

Una laughed and refused to meet Sabine’s gaze lest she give anything away.

“Give me some credit. I’m sure my ladder was bigger than his,” said Una, linking each of their arms as they walked back towards the dungeons.

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Cormac sat down and Eddie’s face split into a smile when he clocked his flushed face and bleeding lip.

“Don’t…” warned Cormac.

“Oh come on, please? Just once.”

Cormac sighed.

“I told you so,” said Eddie. “I fucking told you so-“

“That was twice.”

“What happened?”

“She bit me. And it bloody hurt.”

“Blood sacrifice. Dark Magic. I told ya, didn’t I?”

“It wasn’t like that... I sort of started it.”

“What, you bit her?” Eddie pulls a disgusted face. “Eugh, mate. Do I even want to know?”

“No, of course I didn’t bite her.” He thought about his hand stifling her scream as she blinked up at him, her eyes wide and pupils blown out. “We were arguing - I think - the next thing I know I had her up against the bookcase to shut her up -”

“Nope. No more,” said Eddie waving his hands and screwing up his face again. “I definitely don’t want to know. And you know if her brother finds out he’s going to kill you. Have you seen the size of him?”

Cormac sighed. 

“Can’t you just find a nice girl? One you don’t want to fight?”

There was a loud thud and they looked up to see a sixth-year, Hermione Granger, picking up her dropped books. She gave them a wide-eyed look in alarm before retreating away, back between the bookshelves.

“Keep it down, Ed, you’re scaring the birds away.”

“I’ll see if I can scare Una Montague away next time for you.”

“What? No, don’t do that,” said Cormac.

“Really?”

Cormac shrugged his shoulders and gave Eddie a cocky grin.

“Fine. You keep doing what you like and I’ll keep telling you I told you so. Because it’s a bad idea. She’s bad news.”

Cormac thought it more likely that he himself was the one who was bad news. He touched his swollen lip again to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had.

“So you’re not gonna put in a good word for me at the next Prefect meeting?” Cormac asked, feeling his pulsing lip under his fingers.

“You’re mental. Absolutely fucking mental.”

“Just keep it quiet though, yeah?”

“Oh, trust me, I’m already erasing it from my mind. In fact, next time you tell me about Una Montague just Obliviate me right after, will you?”

Cormac pretended to resume his Arithmancy homework. He knew exactly what Una was up to. Eddie was right - the same old method she’d used on Slughorn. Pretending she wasn’t interested to make him more so. 

The irritating thing was that it was working. Too well. 

Chapter3: Service

[riordanness]

omg hi congrats on 800 again!!!! for ur event i have to go w i can fix him no really i can 😫 ok so the basics r i’m a cabin 4 ravenclaw infj taurus (i always start w these soz LOL) and also the ambivert final boss like genuinely i don’t lean towards introversion or extroversion and if the mbti had an a for ambivert i’d def be an anfj 🙏🏼 im a HUGE perfectionist it’s so bad actually i cannot function if something is imperfect i’ll lose my mind 😭 (i also have ocd so 🙁) when i asked one of my friends what the pros and cons of dating me are she said my perfectionism may cause problems LMAO😣😣😣 i get told im kind a lot so i like to believe thats true 🙏🏼 im super soft spoken which is a struggle cz im always having to repeat myself 🙁 (did a french speaking exam this year where i was recorded n when i say i was YELLING the entire time so that the recording device thing could pick up my voice….) im super super stubborn and persist in things until they go the way i want them to LMAO (this might be my fatal flaw) i refuse to settle for less in all aspects of life it’s either up to my standards or i’m not claiming it 😬 i LOVE LOVE LOVE reading and music those 2 r the most consistent things in my life !!!! for my type in men this may be a shocker but jason grace is an anomaly because irl + in other forms of media i tend to go for the dark haired sassy sarcastic funny guys (idk if you’ve read better than the movies but if you have wes bennett is a very good example of my type) some characters i’ve been compared to (because for some reason i get compared to a LOTTT of characters) are hermione granger, annabeth chase, rory gilmore (pre uni DUH), amy santiago, caroline?? from tvd? (idk her but my friend said i’m very similar to her so!) ummmm idk what else to include… i’m a HUGE germaphobe and get grossed out super easily LOL would rather die than go hiking or camping or anything like that soz demeter kid but not one w nature i just like flowers and gardens 🫣 i’m also super sensitive and have been told i’m emotionally intuitive!!!! i cry often about everything LOL soz if this is too long love u SOOO much 😚 also would like a pjo guy pls !!!

CYNTHIA HII (also idk why i always tag your other acc and not this one i legit always forget this url idk why 😭) anyways tyy soso much you’re actually the best fr

so. i put like way too much thought into this cause i didn’t want to just, like, stick you w jason bc that’s the easy answer yk?? BUT on that note, based on what you’ve said, i actually pair you with him?? like… if y’all were my friends irl i would ship you so bad fr.

you’re both perfectionists, tho probably in different ways yk, you bc of mental stuff and him bc he was raised by camp jupiter and literal wolves. so that would make it good for you both bc there’s nothing worse than being a perfectionist and living with someone who makes chronic messes (i can attest)

you’d both have really intuitive kindness and understanding of each other and others and that would bond you together soso well. also jason wouldn’t be a loud talker. like at all, so he’d be totally fine hearing you perfectly bc he’s used to quiet talking

neutral and very faded colour palettes for you both, light light blues and pinks and white and cream and gold everywhere (if you moved in together🤭)

jason would love to listen to you speak french btw

he does NOT strike me as a very outdoors person (in the hiking and camping and dirt way) he’d much rather sit on a porch with you and read than do any of that stuff (also he’s roman. they’re famous for their baths he would love being clean no germs here)

would totally understand your ocd and be soso nice about it like. this man would be so careful not aggravate you with unnecessarily untidy or uneven things like that.

music and book dates >>>

anyways y’all are cute i ship it so bad

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

okayy. i’ve had some time to process badge bunny, lol.

they need to have babies asap (which you know from my reblog from @listenupneutrogena

i feel like a chapter of his proposal would be a great addition to this story with some amazing ass smut (which you write beautifully), but it’s ultimately up to you since you’re the author 💜

i don’t want this series to end, lol. i’m incredibly glad i came across it in one of the gator tags, hahaa

this series has made me fall in love with a side of gator i wish they explored a little in the show

i lost my train of thought, hahaa. will come back if i have more, lol

gator and bunny for ever 💜

Jess! You're so incredibly sweet! 😘

1. Babies will come probably sooner rather than later once these two finally settle down... 😂 Not trying to give anything away... 🤭

2. I think you read my mind! The proposal is currently in the works!

3. I'm not quite ready to let them go either, so you are definitely getting more of them!

4. Gator may not have gotten his happy ending in the show, but I sure as hell will give him one! He deserved better!

BTW ILY for this! ❤️

[duskandcobalt]

Hiii, Santa here! Sorry for disappearing, it's been quite a few busy days, but I'm back with my questions hehe

Btw the anon ask about Elain wasn't me, but thank you for using the acotargiftexchange tag anyway because the more I know, the better! 🤍

Since you've mentioned it in that post, my first question is, Earth magic witchy Elain? Could you elaborate? I'm not sure I've ever heard that one before and now I'm curious 👀

Here's what I already wanted to ask:

1. Since last time I asked this about Elain, now I gotta ask about Azriel to make it fair. What's your favorite thing about him and is there anything you don't like?

2. How are we feeling about Christmas vibes in the fic? Or would you prefer a more everyday kind of vibe? And since we're on the topic of vibes, I was thinking of going with a fluffy fic because, well you know, it's Christmas. But if you'd rather read something else, please let me know 🙏🏻 I'm here to please

3. Is there anything you think you have in common with either Azriel or Elain? Passions, hobbies, personality traits… anything

4. How did you get into the ACOTAR books and fandom?

This time they're all acotar related, I'm sorry 😭 I have so much I'd like to ask but I don't want to flood you with questions, so I'll stop here since there are already so many (but I'll be back soon 😈)

Hope you have a lovely weekend!

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Hi Santa!! I’m so sorry it’s taken me five years to reply to this but I’m here now 😊

Okay re: earthy/witchy Elain… I am obsessed with the idea of Elain have some sort of witchy powers and working with herbs etc and I think she may also have some sort of power of life if that makes sense? I’m honestly horrible at explaining things but if you want to know what I’m on about, @wingedblooms has incredible theories that they’ve put heaps of time into explaining beautifully!

Onto your questions…

1. My toxic trait is that I loooove a quiet, mysterious man that doesn’t say much and is lowkey terrifying and Azriel ticks all those boxes. They’re like a little puzzle to solve and I love a challenge that has major potential to hurt me …. But!! I love that he really sees and understands people and you can tell that he genuinely cares for the people around him and even though he doesn’t talk much, he’s always listening and learning. One of my favourite things in the world is Azriel’s relationship with Nesta - the way I cried when he gave her the book light for solstice and she hugged him should be studied 😭😭😭 it’s one of my favourite parts of the whole series.

There’s not much I don’t like about him, to be honest - at least nothing that I can think of off the top of my head! I guess regifting the necklace wasn’t his brightest moment but in the words of Lana Del Rey, 🎵you’re just a man… it’s just what you do 🎵

2. I LOVE a fluffy, Christmas vibe!! Azriel canonically loves a holiday, who am I to deny him of a fluffy moment 🎄

3. I have so much in common with them, I think that’s why they’re my faves bc I feel like I know them personally 😭 I looove baking and cooking and I love to do things for people. I love a grandma craft. I don’t think we know much about Azriel in way of hobbies but I’ve decided he loves music and so do I. I am also a big time quiet friend (in real life, idk why I can’t shut up online), listener not talker, and so will dole out advice when necessary a la the spymaster so we’ve got that in common

4. I don’t even know!!! I’m so late to the game, I was a big lit fic girlie (still am) but my friend was reading the first one and I’d seen it all over TikTok and I am SO easily influenced… I picked it up July 8th last year and I’d finished all of ACOTAR and ToG by August 15th 😅 it’s a high I’ve been chasing ever since and it reignited my long lost love for reading so I’ll forever be thankful to it… plus it led me back to writing and this amazing community

I’m sorry I’ve yapped again!! Hope you enjoyed this novel lol

ILY!!!