#if you're wondering how many more of these i have

[the-mountain-flower]

#? this is what i ask myself on a daily basis#when i feel like being talked to like a toddler i ask my parents that#and they always say stuff like this.#YES I KNOW YOU THINK CANNIBALISM IS BAD#BUT WHY DO YOU#WHAT IS THAT FEELING BASED ON#others dont do this?#< prev's tags#I've actually wondered this myself#by my observation#it seems like it has something to do with the idea that when something is consumed it loses its previous identity via digestion#and the general discomfort around the idea of/avoidance towards knowing the animal being eaten#like short-lived animals don't always get the “don't name them don't get attached to them” thing just because they're going to die soon#but farm animals raised for their meat get that because no only are they going to die#but they're going to get killed for the purpose of consumption#and going 'hey that bacon you're eating used to be my beloved pet jeff and he loved playing in the mud and bonking my legs with his nose'#tends to put people off of the idea of eating it#it's the same reason stuff like dog meat is normal to some cultures and such a horrible idea to others bc doggos are our beloved friends#or why cow meat is normalized many places but a horrific affront in others due to cows being sacred#people that culturally have pigs or chickens were beloved pets would probably be horrified at the idea of pig or chicken meat as food#it really depends on the perception of the animal#and humans are Us. the idea of eating other humans is common so off-putting because that was A Person With An Entire Personality And A Life#which tends to be a lot more prevalent in our minds than it is for other animals#plus I think eating human meat that's actually viable to be very edible would require murder so............ yeah

So apparently I still have more to say on the subject so uh...

Trigger warnings for dehumanization, racism, and genocide

As you can probably tell I've thought a bit about human perception of ourselves and other animals and what really makes us different since I don't think sentience/sapience is a mark of species supremacy or whatever. Why murder is Very Bad but killing animals without good reason is Less Bad? Why we hold more love for some species of animals and contempt for others? Why do people find Pinocchio plots so compelling? Why getting hit by a car and surviving means doing our best to save them as mercy for humans, but 'putting them out of their misery' as mercy for animals? Why is senseless violence less bad when it comes to animals and atrocious when it comes to people? Why is killing bad but being omnivorous or carnivorous is morally neutral? Or why being called an 'animal' is supposed to be an insult (because younger me Did Not Understand that because animals aren't bad (and also categorically speaking humans are animals))?

One of those things is why people who try to excuse stuff like racism and genocide with (extremely racist language warning) calling their targets 'animals' or 'not fully human' or just straight-up 'not human' and why it's such a prevalent tool for the oppressor,

Because when you think about it logically it doesn't make sense. Even if they were doing these atrocities to actual non-human animals, that doesn't make it okay or right. Humans wiping out entire types of animals off the face of the Earth is most definitely A Bad Thing, both because of the unnecessary brutality and because it's really bad for ecosystems. So why does dehumanizing propaganda suddenly mean it seems okay to cause mass death and suffering? Why would anyone think either of those things (mass death to people or to animals) are okay?? Why is anyone so desensitized to such unreasonable violence??

And I think it has something to do with how a lot of humans perceive themselves and other humans. Because of the us vs. them mentality that I think is a result of evolutionary need to protect ourselves from the dangerous parts of nature. I think that's the thing that gets weaponized as "humans are superior because they're Us." That's what causes people to care less about other animals than they do other humans, because it's a lot harder to kill a predator in self-defense or to hunt animals for food, if you're grappling with empathy for that creature. I think a balance is necessary, like when a hunter pays respects to the animals they hunt, but that requires thought and consideration for something unlike yourself, and that tends to be a lot harder than just getting yourself to have complete apathy when hunting for self-preservation. And that lends itself to becoming very dangerous when justification for violence changes with what you perceive as necessary, and when your perception of 'us' changes. Because if killing animals is fine because they're not human, then what's to stop you from killing anything you see even if you don't need to just because they're not 'us'? And what's to stop you from seeing other humans as okay to kill because they're not like the conception of 'us' that you've built up in your head?

Justifying atrocities with dehumanization, in my observation at least, seems to be a result of human selfishness taken too far, of dismissing the unity and need for diversity that's absolutely necessary for survival and more, and of constructed apathy.

...Wow I didn't think I had that much to say on the subject but here you go I guess. To be fair, this has genuinely helped me unpack and unlearn a lot of harmful internalized stuff. Of course, I'm open to others' views and constructive criticism.

[munsster]

hey girl!! so i was rewatching season 3 and saw the part where max and eleven are playing the spin the bottle and spying on people and had an idea! what if the reader is babysitting them and the girls drag her in to play and they spin in on steve, so she’s like “alright that’s enough” bc she doesn’t want to invade on her friends privacy but she sits through it anyway, and she hears him talking to robin about how much he likes her and wants to ask her out. IDK i thought that was cute :))

don’t hate the game

A/N: UR SO RIGHT THIS IS SO CUTE. I’m so glad i FINALLYYY found motivation to tackle it <3 (gif creds: @buckysbarnes)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: The girls convince you to play an embarrassing party game from your past. It’s nothing like you remember. 2.4k words

Warnings: pet names (sweetheart, honey), ‘like’, overthinking, implied bullying, stupid pining, insecurity

It's a Friday night in the middle of summer, and you're wondering how you got here. Well, actually you're in your living room, so it's not that great of a mystery, but more confusing than that, you're letting two adolescent girls teach you how to play spin the bottle. If someone had told you at graduation that this is where you'd end up, you'd laugh right in their face.

Who's laughing now.

"But!" Max says, "if you hadn't noticed, none of these people are in the room, so how would we kiss them?"

You fight the urge to sink into your seat, blithely nodding and avoiding anything that might alienate you from your younger counterparts. You're almost sorry you surrendered your night to babysit two capable teens, but you promised El's dad who promised to pay you handsomely. Plus, they seem to like you enough to find you cool. Enough to tell you teenage secrets and complain about their boyfriends.

As they're explaining the rules, a memory creeps in of the first time you ever played this godforsaken party game. On Steve Harrington's floor in eighth grade. The cheers dying off as the mouth of the bottle slowed to a stop in your direction. No one expected him to actually lean over and kiss you. Or that you'd stay good friends despite his high school career soaring into stardom while yours sort of... didn't.

"We don't kiss them!" El chirps with an excited glint in her eye. The girls lean in like it's the first time they're hearing the rules but you're almost certain they made them up.

"Right. Instead, El here becomes our spy. I'm not exactly sure how it works, but she can see into their conversations or something. It's wicked." Max looks to El with something like admiration.

Intrigued, you glance down at the post-it notes arranged in a circle, scribbled with assorted names from yearbooks and yellow pages. A few you recognize: Mike and Lucas, one of the Hawkins Middle math teachers, even Will’s mom wasn’t safe from their antics.

But among the many names, you're most drawn to Steve. The way the letters loop and curl into his name, you go a little dizzy imagining that you really were playing the game. That he was seated across from you now. That he might lean over like he did the first time while your mind raced with a thousand possibilities. It's a prank or a dare or his wholehearted commitment to the game, anything other than his own free will.

You blink out of your silly, nostalgia-fueled trance when Max presses the cold glass bottle to your palm.

"You first."

They giggle and fall into each other when you half-twist the bottle. You're still in disbelief that you agreed to this as you watch the bottle spin, ticking off names as it loses momentum.

"Who is that?" you ask, leaning closer as if you'd read the yellow post-it wrong.

"Oh," El says. She cringes away from the board and crosses her arms over her chest in defiance.

"That bitch from P.E.," Max grumbles, and you have half a mind to scold her if you hand’t found universal bitch-aversion endlessly amusing. "You can spin again, she's not worth the trouble anyway."

You imagine your dream game once again. The bottle flies in the other direction at your fingertips, haywire and picking up a new gravity. It draws a wild, fiery line beneath your stare as you consider the possibility of Steve. It slows and slows until it's spinning almost at the same pace as Earth from a distance. Listening to the roaring sound of the universe as the bottle turns. Turns and turns and turns. Your eyes light up.

The girls giggle.

"No," you say sternly, regretting all your daydreams and fantasies in the face of cold, hard reality. "No, not Steve."

"Please!" they whine.

"Ladies, that's enough. He's a good friend, we're not spying on him."

They act like kicked puppies, though you know they're tricking you as they pout and bat their eyes. You know they know more than they should. About you. You and your feelings towards Steve Harrington. Something they discovered through a quiz in some teeny bopper magazine or other. Those magazines that somehow hold the secrets of the universe and the answers to every haircare question.

“Come on, I’ll make us popcorn and we can start a movie. A horror, if you really want.”

They seem satisfied enough, springing to the couch and settling into the cushions there.

The stove heats slowly. You fish through your cabinet for the last pan of Jiffy Pop, peeling back the thin cardboard cover when you hear snickering from the other room.

“What’s he saying?” Max whispers. You strain to hear her with your back pressed to the wall, just out of sight.

You shouldn’t be eavesdropping. You know better. You’re not a prepubescent girl anymore, you’re the babysitter with responsibilities. Like a job. Yet, you can’t seem to pull yourself away from the doorway. Every time you hear his name, your heart soars with what-ifs. You feel your eyes slip closed as El speaks.

“Steve is speaking to someone. I see her”—Your heart sinks—“Robin!”

You selfishly let out a breath. You’re mostly thankful he’s not spending his evening alone, but you also knew his friendship with Robin was strictly platonic. Robin had sworn by it without you even having to raise the question. You didn’t have to, she said, she could see it in your face. You wondered if Steve found you that transparent.

“He’s talking about… A girl. Her eyes. A smile. And he’s smiling, too. Oh, wait, now he’s frowning because Robin flicked him,” she says with a playful lilt.

She gasps.

“What?” Max yelps, shifting closer on the squeaky couch.

“Steve wants to confess his feelings. Big feelings, he says. Like-like.”

You not sure if that’s El’s paraphrase of Steve’s so-called big feelings or if the term like-like came from his own mouth. Neither option would surprise you. What does surprise you is that you’d never heard any of this from Steve before. You liked to think you were friends, even one of his best friends. He was surely one of yours. You told each other almost everything because you can’t exactly discuss complex relationships and sex with middle schoolers.

But you’d never heard of Steve’s seemingly new, mystery like-liker lover.

“He’s thinking of asking her out. Robin told him he might as well, it’s obvious that the girl he’s talking about likes him back. He doesn’t agree,” El says, her brows furrowed beneath the thick black blindfold, “Robin’s shouting. Steve looks sad.”

“What’s she saying?” Max whispers.

“Shh! ‘You like her so much, you might as well tell her and let her react. But I’ll say this, she’s going to say yes. That girl has been in love with you since the eighth grade’. He’s thinking.”

“Think faster, hair-brain!”

El giggles, her face suddenly falling serious. “‘Really?’” You stifle a laugh at the deeper voice she affects.

“‘She’s never said anything to me about it’. Robin looks angry. ‘Obviously, dingus! Do you go around telling people you’re in love with them?’”

“She has a point,” Max says. “Who’s he talking about?”

“I don’t know—Oh! Here we go,” El huffs, fists clenched eagerly, “He’s making a plan to ask her out, he’s going to call her. He’s getting up—”

Just then, the popcorn bursts from its aluminum confines with a bang. You let out a strangled noise between a yelp and a grumble, annoyed at the rude and very loud interruption. As you set the burner knob in place, you consider the fact that Steve has very real feelings for someone else. Someone who’s just not you. And as you shake the popcorn into a ceramic bowl, the landline rings.

“Will someone get that?” you call, grabbing a few small packages of sweets stashed in the cabinet. You hear the girls spring from the couch, and you shuffle into the living room to a giddy scene huddled around the receiver.

“Yes, she’s here!” El squeals. There’s a muffled response from the other line, and they share a conspiratorial glance.

“It’s for you,” Max says, handing you the phone with a smirk.

“Thank you. Go pick a movie while the popcorn’s hot.” You clear your throat, preparing yourself for the worst. Maybe your boss firing you or a repo man taking your TV. “Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to interrupt girl’s night, I can call back later,” Steve’s gentle voice filters clear through the speaker. In the silence, static hums, and you press the phone closer to your ear.

Trying to listen for what he might be thinking. He sounds like rain. Like Sunday and a lack of pressure. He sounds inviting and warm like that big green sweater he’s always wearing. If only you knew he wears it because you adore it. You tell him every time; why would he ever stop.

“No!” you chirp, “no, perfect timing actually, we were just about to start a movie.”

“Oh! That sounds fun,” he says. You fidget with the springy cord, facing away from the living room and from the attention of the two flittering girls.

“Yeah,” you say, hoping he doesn’t recognize the disappointment coloring your tone. “So, how’d it go?”

He chokes a little. “How’d… what? Go?” There’s a soft snicker from the other line at his incidental voice crack.

“Your… I mean, did you have something you wanted to tell me?”

The line dips, but you hadn’t heard the telltale plastic clatter of a hang up. Just soft shuffling and a curse from under his breath. You curdle at the near silence.

“What did Robin tell you?” he grumbles.

“What? Nothing. Was she supposed to?”

“Well, no! I just called to tell you—”

He goes silent, and this time you’re actually convinced he hung up. There’s no sound at all, and you double check your receiver to make sure the problem’s not on your end.

“Stevie?”

“Yep, sorry. Just… feel silly.”

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me a little,” you hum, clutching onto the handheld.

“No! Sorry, not trying to scare you, honey, I just need to get something off my chest. But it’s not scary. Or, well, I guess it could be taken that way, and that would be okay. A little sad, but yeah, no hard feelings—”

At this point, you’re sure he’s talking about his prospective date. He knows you have a stupid, obvious crush on him, and he’s trying to soften the blow of new romantic conquest. Of course, introducing his new girlfriend to you would be terrifying, but you’d always put on a brave face for Steve. He knows that. He’d do the same for you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Just get it over with,” you sigh, leaning your head against the wall and bracing for heartache.

“Right. Not trying to waste your time. Here goes.”

I’ve got a new, smoking hot girlfriend who just agreed to go on a date with me. And she’s got beautiful eyes and a gorgeous smile, and I’ve been in love with her since I can remember, and we’re gonna run away together forever and get married and have perfect babies.

“I like you,” he huffs.

“Well, duh, I like you, too, you’re only my closest friend,” you say. You’re tense, waiting for the other shoe to come hurling through the skylight. “Now, tell me.”

“No, sweetheart, I like-like you. Have since I was nine. Miss Boyd’s class, if I’m not mistaken.” There’s a soft thud like his forehead colliding with the wall beside his phone.

You inhale a shaky breath. He’s kidding, and it’s a prank. Your heart races, and you want to curse him out for picking on you. He should know better. Right?

“Steve,” you warble, “please tell me you’re joking.”

There’s more shuffling, muffled voices, and you think you’ve just exposed one long drawn out joke. You’re about to hang up with what’s left of your dignity when he says:

“Are you rejecting me?”

He sounds almost mad. Hair ruffled, skin on edge. How you imagine his father might sound just before one of his awful fits. But there’s something much softer to Steve, more understanding. Hurt like a child.

Still, you can’t help you suspicion.

“Quit it. I know it’s a joke, don’t drag it out.”

“Hey, wait a second,” he urges, “It’s not a joke. I like you. A lot.” He says it so softly, your heart just might believe him. As if all the stars have aligned, and he’s actually confessing his feelings for you. You didn’t think the stars did that. Not really, anyway.

There’s a new tune to his voice you’d almost name teasing, “c’mon, don’t leave me hangin’.”

And just like that, he’s back in school again, fawning over you from a distance, finding an excuse to tag you during recess only to avoid you in class so you wouldn’t see him blush. He’s back to whispered secrets through the phone at midnight so he’s parents wouldn’t catch him. He only ever told you what wouldn’t give him away. He’s back to not letting you pay for your ice cream and shrugging it off with a smile. He’s back, and he might just be yours.

“I—Sorry, you like me? Like like-like, like enough to ask me on a real date?” you huff. He chuckles.

“Well, that last part kinda depends on whether or not you like me back. But yes, I like-like like like-like you.”

You spin to face the living room only to be confronted by an empty popcorn bowl and two fidgety, blushing, wide-eyed teens. They urge you for answers, gesturing wildly and wiggling towards you across the floor.

“Of course, I like you. I thought you knew.”

“Everyone keeps saying that. I guess I was too distracted,” he admits.

“I guess we both were,” you say, unable to keep a grin from your face, succumbing to joy as your fingers dance along the telephone cord.

“So, how about that date?” It escapes him barely above a whisper. He can’t believe he’s actually saying it after all this time. The only thing that convinces him it even came out is your soft laughter.

“Sounds wonderful!”

“Good!” he coos.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Great, yeah. That’s… I can’t wait.” He’s earnest until his cheeks hurt, and Robin teases him for it.

“Tomorrow, it is,” you purr, nearly in tune with the low hum of the receiver, “I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, sweetheart. Don’t forget: I like-like you.”

You smile, slotting the phone back into its place. A chorus of giggles erupts at your feet. Spin the bottle had been a good idea, after all.

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[dekariosclan]

We all know a romanced Gale would disregard any and all local ordinances when devising the grandest declarations of love for Tav a former archmage can conjure, but I'd like to propose something similar but different:

Gale Defending His Love Against The Local HOA

Many of the Tavs Gale brings home to Waterdeep have dedicated their lives to pursuits that would almost certainly result in sternly worded letters from disgruntled neighbors. Gardens ruined by a wildshaped druid Tav. A totally coincidental increase in petty theft after a rogue Tav moves in. A bard Tav who discovers their true calling is mastering the bagpipes.

How would Gale respond to such complaints? I mean, obviously he'd defend Tav to the death, but it's how he'd utterly destroy them via the written word that interests me. I'm imagining responses like,

"The 'intolerable racket' - as you so rudely refer to it - is merely my love performing their morning drills. In fact, I rather prefer their raging bellows to accompany the rising sun over that cacophonous blight you call a rooster, Mildred. Yes, I know it's you. Do not presume to hide behind anonymity when I'm quite familiar with your handwriting by now."

I'm not the best at writing in Gale's voice, so I wanted to toss it over to a master to have fun with as you please - provided it pleases you at all, of course.

(If you're thinking this is a poorly disguised excuse to ask for more spicy Gale content, you would be 100% correct)

😂 Anon, if there’s anything I can believe would exist in both our world AND Faerun, it’s a shared hatred of HOA’s. What do you MEAN it’s against neighborhood policy to raise an Owlbear cub as a pet?!? Seriously?!

I greatly enjoyed your wonderful (and well-written!) scenario, but I do have one minor change: In my mind, any HOA complaints Gale would receive would not be due to everyday things such as battle training or rogues being rogues (because I assume Gale would use magic to keep the noise down, and rogue Tav mentions in the epilogue that they enjoy perusing the sketchier parts of Waterdeep, etc, etc.)

Rather, I think the complaints might be in regards to the…spicy Gale content you mentioned 😇

And Gale, of course, would have a few things to say about that:

P.S. Don’t worry Anon, Gale won’t really let any innocent chickens be harmed, no matter how disappointed Tara is

[gothamhappiness]

haiiii i really like your writing and i was wondering if i could request a fic for the batfam and a he/they reader who has chronic pain and is going through a pretty not fun flare up and feels bad bc they haven't been able to patrol or help the others for a while, and can you make it really comforting

-🔆🦈(so i can find this later)

Hi sweetie, thank you for this request! I tried my best for it to be a gentle and comforting short oneshot.

This is my first platonic!batfamilly story, it was really fun to write. Hope you'll enjoy too!

FRIENDS ARE THE BEST PAINKILLERS (GN!reader x platonic!batfamilly)

Warnings: no proof reading, chronically ill!reader, reader!vigilante, mentions of pain, self pity and guilt, fluff and comfort

You wish the pain would go away now. 

You wish your body and mind would work together, instead of fighting each other. Weren’t they supposed to play on the same team?

Speaking of a team, you were watching the news. The Batfamily was all out tonight as some villains escaped Arkham. You were worried about them. You knew they were well trained people, but anything could happen to them.

And more than anything you were feeling guilty because you couldn't help them for another emergency. You were supposed to be one of them, you were supposed to be a vigilante too, and yet you couldn’t count how many patrols you skipped by then. 

You hated yourself for not being able to help. You couldn’t wait for the chronic pain to go away so you would be back on the field. You promised yourself you would work twice as hard to compensate. Yeah, you needed to prove to everyone that you were still worth it, that you were still part of the team.

You kept watching the news, your eyes glued to your phone.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the Batfamily brought everyone back to Arkham after a couple of hours.

You were proud of your people. You knew they were the best, and once again they showed it. 

Without thinking about it, you opened the group chat you had with them. You hadn’t sent messages in there for days now, too ashamed to reply. You wanted them to forget about you. But at the same time you missed your friends. 

“Hey guys, great job tonight! Hopefully I'll be by your side next time you'll need help” you sent while biting on your lips. 

You were such a loser, you thought. They clearly didn't need your help. You were about to put your phone down when you received a notification from Dick

“That would be great! We've been missing you. And you're truly the only one who appreciate my jokes here” you smiled as you read the messages

“Where have you been?” Jason asked you as he was away with Artemis and Bizarro when your illness had resurfaced again

“Home. Chronic pain and all. Life sucks” you replied

“It's okay, don't beat yourself up and come back when you'll be ready” Bruce sent you and you had to admit you had to read over and over again his message, feeling giddy.

Batman wasn't often messaging you, especially such encouraging words. You felt warmth blossoming inside your chest.

“Thanks a lot” you could only typed away

“You hungry? We were about to go to Batburgers. We could eat over at your place if you're not too tired?” Stephanie offered and it made you smile even more.

“I'd love that” you instantly replied

You told them what you would like and then waited for them. 

You slowly but surely clean up a little bit around even if it wasn't something they wouldn't have seen at their own place before. But you wanted them to feel good in your home, like you were feeling good around them.

A few instants later, you heard laughter echoing in your building corridors and you went to open the door. It was smelling fried food and it was also bringing you quite a lot of comfort. It might be a better night than you anticipated. 

When you saw them, you felt so grateful to have them.

Cassandra was the first one to reach for you and she gently hugged you, careful not to hurt you. You hugged her back before greeting everyone else. They all softly hugged you or embraced your shoulders. You leaned down to peck at Barbara’s cheek as she also came. The only one missing was Bruce but you didn’t really think he would be part of the improvised party. 

Tim, Jason and Damian started to gather seats around your table that was way too small for that many people, but as always, you all found a way to make room for everyone. 

Soon enough you were eating fries and chuckling at Jason's annoying remarks thrown at Dick. Barbara made a sarcastic comment about Tim who huffed and turned towards you.

“You’re gonna let her talk to me like that under your roof?” He asked you and you tried not to smile at that

“Yeah, no. Barbara, please stop. Can't you attack someone of your size for once?” you said to which Jason and Stephanie loudly laughed as Damian grinned

“Hey, Y/N” Tim huffed, faking offense “I thought you were on my side” 

“Oh no, I'm always on the side of the strongest” you shrugged “And Babs can too easily kick my ass or fry my phone, so yeah sticking by her side” you replied

“Smart move” Barbara hummed in approval

You continued to chat around, realising that for once the pain was bearable. Maybe it was because you were surrounded by people who loved you and made you happy. Cassandra put a hand on yours so your attention would be on her.

“You good?” She signed to you and you shrugged

“Right now yes, but this was truly a bad flare up and I don’t see the end of it” you admitted

“I'm sorry about that. We should have come over sooner” she said and you shook your head

“You guys are busy, it's okay” you smiled

“L/N have you eaten enough lately? You seem like you haven't got all your much needed nutritions" Damian's voice interrupted your discussion with Cassandra. 

You arched an eyebrow at that, surprised the grumpy boy seemed to care about you.

“Oh well, it's true I haven't been the best with food lately” you sheepishly admitted and Stephanie gently stroked your arm to comfort you. “But it's okay” you quickly added as everyone’s attention was now on you, and it was making you feel a little bit shy.

“Of course it is not. A warrior needs food to properly function. I will ask Alfred to cook for you and to send you the meals” Damian said and you had to admit you were half embarrassed, half exploding with joy to be under everyone's care.

“You don't have to bother him for me” you tried to refuse but Damian tutted you

“Nonsense”

“Good idea, Dami!” Dick nodded “it's true you need food and we'll deliver it to you so we'll be sure you'll eat it all” he added

“I take the first delivery” Jason said and instantly everyone started to argue over it. 

You leaned onto your seat and smiled to yourself. 

Life wasn’t that bad after all.

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[nightbutterfly09]

Favorite flower

“I don't know..” you wondered in his embrace. “I never had to think about it” you looked at the many kinds of flowers displayed on your phone.

You were playing a game with Sae that he wasn't necessarily playing along in. It was about how well your boyfriend knows you. This question however, even you had to think about it. What’s your favorite flower…

“I know” his deep voice disrupted your wandering thoughts. Sae’s embrace tightened pulling you more into him. “Huh?” Confusion smeared across your face. “I know your favorite flower.” He looked away in mild embarrassment.

You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. “There is no way, even I don't know, there is no reason for you to have an answer then.”

“Plus I kinda like every flower.. in their own way anyway” diplomatic as ever. Not that you didn't have an opinion, but you never felt like flowers should be put on a pedestal, should be voted on which looks prettier.

“Yeah, true, but you like the ones which bloom in the warm weather. Like spring. You love those don't you” his gaze lightened and stared into the deepest crannies of your soul.

“ f/flower, is the prettiest in your opinion. Even if you’ve never ever said so. Your eyes always stop and take their every petal in whenever you see one.”

“Why do you even know this?” You were shocked in lack of a better word. “Because you spend more time admiring that than every other little thing surrounding you when you come by one.”

“Are you jealous of a flower?” You teased.

“There is no way, I am way better than that little butt.” He pouted just slightly and even if it was a split second, you caught it.

Your laughter suddenly erupted and you left the phone abandoned on the bed, finally turning into his arms. You snuggled against him and took his scent in.

“Wait… is that a new perfume you're using?” “The last one is empty.. so I got another one, yeah” your smile widened.

“You smell just like the flower you mentioned a minute ago” you grin. “You are such a romantic at heart” As your eyes squinted his darkened from embarrassment. “Just stop talking”

“Make me~”

“Idiot” he leaned into you pinning you against the mattress. His lips clamped onto yours but you felt them curl just a tiny bit upward.

Ps. I got bored.

(f/flower = favourite flower)

[certifiedsexed]

hey! been searching the blog but found nothing- do you have any advice for people wanting to have a cigarette/joint put out on them and/or care afterwards? i know how to treat burns, it’s just preventing lasting or excessive damage i’m worried about.

Hi! Great question.

I'll be the first to admit this isn't my speciality. I'd actually recommend looking online for a class, or even locally but I do have some advice.

If your concern is not treating the burns, but preventing damage, my first advice is to try to keep the burns quick. You want them to be first degree if possible. Those are the easiest to take care of, quickest healing and least likely to cause excessive/lasting damage.

I'd also pick areas with more fat if you can as it helps prevent lasting damage. Keep in mind certain areas scar worse, like the chest (specifically upper), shoulders, joints, and ears. Also avoid around the eyes and be careful of around the groin.

Be careful of how many times you're burnt/burn someone. Just like with any other type of pain play, you want to give yourself/them time so both of you can get used to it and figure out your limits.

I'd also recommend letting burns heal nicely before doing more because if you don't, you can accidently turn a first-degree burn into a second-degree without meaning to. Its also stacking pain on top of pain, which can make it harder to be sure of you/your partner(s) limits.

As always, a good thing to also be aware of is whether you/your partner(s) have any disabilities/health issues because that can affect things like this! (For example, your partner could have asthma; this means you might need to take extra precautions with burning to prevent aggravating their lungs.)

For anyone else wondering, this article has some info on treating things like burns and bruises after scenes.

Hope this helps, Anon! Let me know if you have any other questions. <333

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The Rare Bookseller Part 86: Lily's Desires

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tw: mind control, hypnotic induction, restraints, dehumanization

October 1925

Lily woke with a groan, her side throbbing where that damned hunter had stabbed her. It was significantly less painful than it was when she'd gone to sleep, thanks mostly to the hunter's own rich blood fueling her healing, but it would take more than a meal and a nap to fully fix such a deep wound. She lifted up her pajamas to take a look at it, all neatly bandaged by Lex. Thank god he'd been able to help her get home while carrying the unconscious hunter.

That hunter had put up a spectacular fight. She really should have been expecting that, given how she'd managed to evade Lex, but Lily was still surprised that her protection against enthrallment had worked so well against both her and Lex at once. Any human without magical defenses would have succumbed in moments.

Impressive as it was, she still did succumb in the end. Vivian's protection was not enough against them, and that meant it wouldn't be enough against their sire. Oh, Lex had his plans -- all of the research he'd done into witches and their traditions and ways, the rare tome that demonstrated how witch's spells might be adapted to vampires. He was quick to point out to Lily that the rune wouldn't need to work for long if he could catch their sire off guard, the same way Vivian had killed Edgar and Jessica.

Lily wished it would work. She wanted to be free of her sire so badly that she could taste it.

But she knew deep down that it wouldn't. Every time she'd had her hopes up, they'd been dashed. Lex meant well, but he wasn't going to save her. No one would.

And that's why she had to do what was needed for both of them to survive, and turn Vivian over to the Maestro.

It was a truly awful thing to consider. She'd be a wonderful plaything, exactly the sort of thrall Lily would love to have. Her sire would waste her and break her and toss her aside just as he always did. But it would hopefully put an end to Lex's latest daft plan, sparing them both another round of torture.

Fitz's face came to her mind, unbidden, the way he'd looked when Lily had prevented his escape and turned him over to their sire. Lex had forgiven her for that, somehow. She'd done exactly what she'd needed to do to survive, and she hated that she still felt guilty about it.

Lily's dark thoughts were interrupted by the sound of struggle coming from the conditioning room. The hunter must have woken up and realized her predicament. Lex had helped strap her to the conditioning chair so that Lily could safely get some sleep.

As Lily opened the door to the conditioning room, the first thing that hit her was the scent of Vivian's blood, thick in the air. Lily wasn't normally picky about her blood, but she couldn't deny that Vivian had some of the finest she'd tasted. Witch's blood, delicious and nourishing and belonging to particularly dangerous humans. A delicacy that many vampires had died for.

And Lily could almost understand that, now that she'd seen the way Vivian dropped so beautifully from defiance into sweet submission, offering up her precious, unblemished neck. Lily always had a soft spot for the fighters, for the tough and clever ones, the ones who inevitably succumbed to her powers in the most gratifying ways. The way she'd finally melted into Lex's arms, calling him "sir" and answering his questions just as polite as can be… yes, she'd be such a wonderful thrall.

No, thoughts like that would be counterproductive. She had already decided what she needed to do, and she couldn't be swayed by mere desire.

"I see you're awake," said Lily. "For now."

Vivian glared, her fury tinged with confusion. "What the hell have you done to me?"

"Not much," said Lily, and it was basically true. After taking a silver knife to the gut, she didn't have it in her to do a full conditioning session. But after her feeding, the hunter's mind was completely defenseless and pliable, so with Lex's help, she'd set up a few useful suggestions.

One of them was an old favorite of hers, instilling the idea that any attempt to escape would make her desperately sleepy. Lily could see Vivian fighting against that now, trying to shake off the drowsy daze.

"You're a liar. You've done something to my mind," said Vivian. "I know exactly who and what you are, too."

"Do tell. I love hearing about myself."

"You're the vampires' hypnosis expert. A monster that destroys innocent people's minds. You erase their memories and turn them into brainless servants of vampires, cheerfully offering up their necks. Well, you're not going to take me that easily."

Lily laughed. "Those are some bold words considering I've already fed on you." She could see the dainty punctures on Vivian's throat, trying to stop herself from drooling at the thought of more of that blood. That wound on Lily's stomach was still healing, intensifying her cravings. "I do have to admit, though, I was impressed. Most hunters drop immediately for my voice. That's quite a trick you have." She traced the edge of the scar on Vivian's arm.

Vivian tried unsuccessfully to jerk her arm away. "I wish I would've been able to kill you."

"I'm sure you do. If it's any consolation, you've come closer than any other hunter," said Lily. "Since you're not going anywhere, indulge me in a question. Why did you become a hunter?"

"Because I despise your kind."

"And why is that?"

"I thought I made it pretty clear. You're all monsters, parasites who do nothing but prey on the innocent," Vivian said. "But if you really must know, it's because my mother was a hunter. She was taken by a vampire when I was still young, taken away from me to become some creature's thrall. I was left to try to survive. I had to do whatever work a little girl could find -- housekeeping, errands, factory jobs. Whatever it took so I wouldn't go hungry."

And Lily couldn't help but recall long-faded memories from when she was a human girl. Sitting at the train station, begging and telling people's fortunes to get enough money to eat. Pickpocketing the tourists when that wasn't enough. Sleeping curled up in an alley, hand on her knife in case someone dared to try and snatch her. All the things she'd had to do for herself, because no one else would.

"I vowed revenge on the vampire who stole my mother. I had my mother's weapons and books, so I trained myself to fight. Killed my first vampire when I was around thirteen -- some fledgling feeding on a shop clerk. And from then on, I was hunting whenever I could, so that no other girls would have to go through what I did. Does that answer your question?"

"It does. You're quite formidable."

"I've killed many of your kind. Feel free to hold that against me."

"Believe it or not, I don't. Honestly, I'm impressed." While Lily had nominally been friends with Jessica, she wouldn't necessarily miss trying to socialize with her at her tedious parties. She couldn't blame hunters for hunting -- if she were still human, if she were in their shoes, she wouldn't think twice about killing a vampire.

"You're so confident you're going to take my mind," said Vivian. "Maybe you will, but I'm going to fight you every step of the way, even if it is hopeless."

Oh, but she was precious, dark hair spilling around fierce eyes. "Dear, there's nothing for you to fight. You're already under my thrall."

Vivian scoffed. "You think I'd believe that?"

"But it's true. I prefer subtlety with my enthrallment. Putting humans under control in ways that they barely even notice is my specialty," said Lily. "You met Oliver, didn't you? I'm very proud of the work I did with him. He's so comfortable in his hypnotic spell. I bet he didn't even want to leave his master, did he?"

"Oliver was a fool," Vivian spat, and Lily could tell that she was getting more worried. "He thought Alexander could be reasoned with. Instead, he hired a conditioning expert to capture me. He's no different from any other vampire."

"I've become rather fond of Oliver. He's a delightfully obedient boy, but I don't think he is a fool," said Lily. "And I wasn't hired. Unfortunately for me, I'm duty bound to assist him Alexander of charge."

"Why?"

"We share a sire. We're bound together in misery. Lex actually is a fool, but there's still no vampire I would trust more."

Vivian went pale. "You share a sire? That means that your sire is the Maestro."

"That's right. I'm surprised you know of him."

"He's the vampire who took my mother," she said, straining at her binds once again. "You're in service to him."

"Not by choice. My fondest wish is to see him crumble to dust."

"We have that in common," said Vivian. "Let me kill him. If you let me go, I'll do whatever it takes to kill him. It's my life's work."

How Lily wished she could give her that opportunity! If only it were that simple, to send a hunter to strike down her sire and free her from his chains. But she knew where that path lead. Lex had sent a small army of hunters after the Maestro, and he had suffered little more than scratches. One hunter, no matter how skilled, no matter what tricks she knew, would be a pointless sacrifice.

"I wish I could take you up on that offer. I really do," said Lily.

"I'll do anything for the chance. You can even kill me once I've done it, I don't care. Or I'll --"

"You'll what?"

"I'll even swallow my pride and become your thrall, if you allow me to kill him first."

The hunter must be truly desperate to make such an offer. No doubt she didn't mean it. Lily was sure that even if she did manage to kill the Maestro all by herself, she'd be coming after Lily and Lex next, and really, she would be right to. After all, she didn't yet fully understand how much she would love being Lily's thrall, if only she allowed herself the pleasure.

Not that she would be Lily's thrall, of course. She had to turn this girl over to her wretched sire and put an end the farce that was Lex's latest plan.

"You don't need to promise to become my thrall, dear," said Lily, lacing more of her hypnotic power into her voice. "I told you before that you already are."

"I don't care what you think you did to me while I was knocked out. I'm not."

"Oh, you are, you just need to be reminded of your place," said Lily soothingly, pushing a lock of hair out of Vivian's face and tucking it behind her ear, using it as an excuse to get closer. "All you need to do is listen to me, and you'll be nice and cozy under my spell in no time at all."

"It won't work."

"But you know it will. You already went under once, and your mind remembers, even if you don't. You remember how my voice put that busy little brain of yours to sleep, how it drained all your fight away, how it made you so sweet and obedient."

There was fear in Vivian's eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm hypnotizing you, dear. This is what it feels like when you're starting to succumb. It's okay. Soon there will be no more fighting."

The hunter resumed struggling against the leather bonds, more desperate this time. She must be feeling the effects, trying to focus on anything but Lily. It was futile, of course, and Lily always loved this part, the moment when the balance started to tip.

"There's no resisting it. Not when your mind knows exactly what to do." Lily stroked Vivian's hair again, as the hunter jerked away from her hand. "You've rescued thralls many times before, haven't you? You know what they're like, how they act."

"I will not be a thrall," Vivian said through gritted teeth.

"But you can imagine it, can't you? I saw what you were like when Lex sang to you, the very model of an obedient thrall. You can imagine kneeling at my feet, relaxing in my chair, letting me put your mind to sleep. You can imagine serving me, too. My precious and loyal guard dog of a former hunter, now with a much more rewarding purpose. Can't you imagine that?"

"No." But despite her stubbornness, her struggle was starting to fade.

And as Vivian fought against the undertow of Lily's imagery, Lily couldn't help but imagine the same thing, an enthralled hunter so deeply under her control. She was wading into dangerous waters of desire, and watching the girl starting to slip wasn't helping her resolve. There was bleary confusion in Vivian's eyes now as she absorbed Lily's words.

"You work so hard. You're so tired. You want to rest. I can take care of you," said Lily. "Your mind knows what it's supposed to do when it's being enthralled. Your mind knows it's time to sink into sleep, into bliss, and allow that lovely obedience to fill you up with warmth."

"…You're a monster," she choked out. "Get out of my mind!"

"I can't do that, not when your mind is opening its doors so wide to let me in. Not when you're getting so, so sleepy, your eyelids closing all by themselves. Not when we both know this is exactly what you need."

"I… don't…" she managed, blinking slowly. "I can't…"

"But you can, dear. You can go to sleep, you can be hypnotized. It's completely all right."

Vivian's head tipped forward, her eyelids drooping, so close to submission and still fighting so hard to stay awake. Lily stroked her hair soothingly. "It's over, dear. Just shut your eyes and go to sleep and listen to everything I have to say. It's all right. Everything will be all right."

"It's not… it's not all right…"

"Shhh, hush hush hush. Yes, it is. It's all right to rest your eyes. It's all right to become hypnotized. Just sleep now, dear. Won't it feel so good to sleep?"

Vivian nodded slowly, drowsy and dazed, and Lily smiled at her precious prey, finally starting to give in.

"Yes, that's right, it would feel so good to go to sleep. You can keep listening to me while you sleep, too. You've done such a good job. I'm so proud of you. You deserve to rest."

The sweet smile that appeared on Vivian's face as Lily praised her was no coincidence. Lily knew very well that hunting was a hard and thankless job, with even the thralls Vivian rescued fighting against her. It was a guess at another key to her mind, one which bore fruit.

"Close your eyes now, dear," said Lily, running her fingers down Vivian's cheek as the weight of sleep pulled her eyelids down, down, down. "That's it. You're such a good girl, obeying so well."

The subdued hunter smiled wider and leaned her hand into Lily's touch, as though she'd never stabbed Lily in the gut, as though she'd always been as docile as a lamb.

"There now, isn't that just so much better?"

"Mmm…" A hint of concern crossed her face. Vivian still had some fight in her, despite her apparent submission. Perhaps she was trying to pretend to be more hypnotized than she was, as a form of resistance. That rarely worked, but it was very entertaining.

"What concerns you, dear?"

"I don't… I don't want to be a thrall…" she said, dreamy and drowsy. "I don't want you to give me to your sire…"

Lily did her best to ignore the very inconvenient stab of an emotion not unlike guilt. "You don't need to worry about that," she lied. "It's just the two of us here. You're safe."

"I don't want to be helpless and useless."

"You're not," said Lily with a fierceness that surprised her. "You're not going to be helpless. I don't want to take away your strength and your force of will. I don't want to turn you into a mindless shell."

"…You don't?"

"No. I like that you're strong. I just happen to be stronger, and I want that strength for myself." Lily knew she needed to stop before she got herself in trouble. "I want you to be docile in the way a guard dog is docile, dangerous and fierce but loyal only to me."

And the hunter smiled at that, sinking down deeper into Lily's grasp, and Lily knew she had a real problem, because what she'd just said to Vivian was entirely too true.

She was Lily's favorite kind of thrall, the ones with some fire that could be preserved even when deeply hypnotized. She could be molded into such an ideal servant and companion. She could be kept smart and defiant, so that Lily could watch all those thoughts melt away as Vivian fell hard and fast only for her. Keeping a hunter as a thrall was such a delightful notion, a real status symbol and proof of her talents in conditioning, and Vivian's blood was so delicious, and she was such a doll when properly hypnotized.

It'd be a tragic waste to send her to the Maestro, to toss away a potential masterpiece to a vampire who wouldn't recognize actual perfection if it sprang out and bit him.

God damn it.

Lily pulled her hand away and backed up her chair an inch, causing Vivian to whimper. "It's all right, dear, you're doing so well. Just sleep for me, and dream of obedience."

She was on the verge of breaking her main rule: don't get attached. Wanting things -- not frivolous wants like a pair of new shoes, but the sort of wants that made her chest ache -- was dangerous. Getting attached to things was even more dangerous. Her sire had made it absolutely clear that anything Lily valued would be taken away and mangled beyond recognition.

It wasn't as if she hadn't gone through this several times before. She thought of Miriam, who was once so bright, and the way the Maestro had unraveled her mind until there was so little left for Lily to reconstruct, a sadistic joy for him to ruin anything she was stupid enough to hold dear. She thought of way she told others that she'd wiped Miriam's memory, to prevent them from knowing the humiliating truth. She thought of what he'd done to Gail, years before Miriam. She thought of what her sire had done to Lex when he decided he was getting too close to Fitz.

If it weren't for her sire, Lily would take this thrall all for herself, without a doubt. She'd let Vivian keep her spark, keeping her mind as intact as she could while bending her loyalty to Lily, a fierce wolf turned to a fawning guard dog. She'd spoil the girl with everything she had been missing in her hard life. She'd relax on the couch on a cold winter's night, with her pet hunter curled up beside her providing her warmth, looking just as peaceful and sweet as she did right now.

Ugh, how had she become so attached so quickly? It must be Lex rubbing off on her. She'd seen the way he'd looked at Fitz, the way he'd looked at Oliver, too, and she'd burned with jealousy. She wanted that for herself, a beloved, perfect thrall that she could mold to her own liking, one that would never be touched by her sire and his ever-changing, arbitrary rules. It was practically the birthright of a vampire as powerful as she was, and if the rotten old corpse hadn't resisted every murder attempt so far, Lily wouldn't have to suppress her needs like this.

But no one was coming to save her from her sire. Especially not if she undermined Lex's plan, betraying him again when all he was trying to do was help.

Lily rubbed at her temples. She felt like an idiot that she was considering actually assisting in Lex's risky plan, just because she'd had a taste of top-quality blood and got a thrill from the idea of making a docile pet out of a hunter who'd nearly killed her. She remembered what had happened to Lex when he sent the whole vampire guild after their sire, and again what had happened when Fitz tried to kill him.

Her unlife was fine. She enjoyed her work. She had Miriam, a nice townhouse with electricity and everything, and plenty of money. Her sire only occasionally visited to terrorize her. It was ridiculous to put all of that in jeopardy. She certainly wasn't keen on spending months locked in her sire's dank basement with no blood, which is the least punishment he would dole out.

But like this, she'd never be free to pursue what she wanted. She'd always be under his thumb, jumping at shadows, second-guessing her every move.

The truth was that she'd already decided what she wanted to do with Vivian. It was just taking her mind a while to catch up.

Lily smiled. She was so stupid.

She pulled her chair closer to Vivian's, undoing the hunter's bonds and watching as she stretched and yawned, eyelids fluttering as she fell back into enchanted sleep. Lily would adjust the hunter's thoughts so gently that she would hardly know what had changed, even while declaring her loyalty to Lily and cheerfully offering her neck. Her own self-indulgent personal project. She deserved this, even if it would all end in disaster.

"I have such good news for you, Vivian," she cooed. "You're not going to be just any thrall. You're going to be my personal thrall. You're going to obey me and only me."

"Obey… you…?"

"That's right, and we have plenty of time to work together, to make you very comfortable with that obedience. I'm going to take such good care of you and your precious mind, and all you need to do is sleep and listen to me."

"Hm…" She stirred a bit, as though she were still trying to resist being fully hypnotized.

"You work so very hard, don't you? Putting the world on your shoulders, making yourself responsible for so many thralls," said Lily. "Wouldn't you like to lay your head on my lap at the end of a hard day and feel your mind go to sleep?"

Her nose scrunched, eyelids flickering, as her syrupy brain processed this, the smile returning to her face as she finally nodded.

"Yes, you're already so very used to service, but now, you're going to be rewarded for it. You'll have me helping and supporting you, telling you you're doing such a good job, all for doing what you're told. It's so easy, and you're such a good girl."

Her body slumped into the chair, relaxing. "Yes… sir…"

"That's right, my lovely thrall, you're going to love your new life. I promise."

And Lily was most certainly going to enjoy herself. She'd cleared out her schedule for a few nights, in case Lex needed the help -- and besides, she sorely needed a break. It'd been such a long time since she'd had hours and hours to condition a thrall exactly to her liking, with no concern for the auction house or a demanding client. She had plenty of time to remake this lovely hunter into a wonderful thrall.

"You're safe with me, Vivian."

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Lily chapters are always so self-indulgent and that's not going to change.

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Scar: How did you die by a silverfish, Bdubs? Bdubs: Uhh… freaking Hungry Hermits? Scar: (snickers) Etho: Ohhh, yes, yes... Xisuma: Hi. (Bdubs and Scar yelp) (Xisuma and Etho laugh) Bdubs: Turn around! Turn around and he sneaks up on you! Caref-

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Etho: Is this a PVP one? Oh yeah, players… Xisuma: Yeah yeah. Bdubs: Players killed. Like, by a long shot. Scar, overlapping: Ooo, thats a good one. Etho: By a long shot. Scar, overlapping: (opens book showing one-hundred ninety-six kills) Woah! (clip from a past livestream) Scar: —is an opportunity of wonder. He— (shoots and kills Bdubs) —he just sat there! (present clip) Bdubs: (flatly) Supervillain. Scar: (snickers)

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Bdubs: Supervillain Good Times With Scar. You'd think it'd be Gem… you would think.

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Bdubs: Oh. Scar: (flatly) Etho… (sighs) What are you gonna do about the stone in the back of the permit office? Er the, Poe Poe office? Etho: I want a written apology— Scar: You violated the rules! Of course your shop got impounded! You had plenty of notice— Etho: (quickly) No! You made up the rules after I did it.

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Etho: yeah, that—there was no pop-up rule before that.

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Etho: A block is a metre, yeah. Scar: Okay… Etho: Which… is a little more than three feet, Scar. Xisuma, overlapping: So does it give you ten? It's centimetres. Etho: And Bdubs.

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Scar: Uh… did we lose Xisuma? Xisuma: (lightly) No, I'm here, I'm here. Bdubs, overlapping: No.

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Etho: You have so many technical problems all the time, Xisuma, it's hard to know if you're being creaking or if you're crashing. (Bdubs, Scar, and Etho laugh) Xisuma: I'm—I'm out of character now—

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Scar: —We're gonna do some reprimanding. Bdubs, overlapping: Good! Xisuma in chat: I legitamitly was wondering what the significance of 200 was Scar: (snickers) Bdubs: I hate to say this— Scar: Oh my God, Xisuma. Bdubs: —but maybe get out the scroll. And start writing out some names. Etho in chat: good times with Zcar Scar: You know what? Xisuma's first on that list Bdubs: Faxisu—(verbal keysmash) first on the list! Scar: Etho's second! Oh my God! Bdubs, overlapping: Good Times With Zcar! Oh boy. Scar: (indignantly) I'm not a Tzar, I'm a Scar. Bdubs: Ah, boy. Scar: (writing on his scroll) X… zumavoid… Bdubs: Very good. Scar: Etho… Bdubs: Slab. Scar: This is—this is a—yeah. Ethoslab. Mister Slab himself. Bdubs: Yes. Scar: And Mister Void. Xisuma in chat: the feather!!! Scar: We takin' you guys to court. Bdubs, overlapping: (quietly) Yes, yes, yes. Yes. Scar: I'm gonna represent myself. I'm a successful lawyer.

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Bdubs: Great mod developers out there, but… Etho in chat: 2x pristine pearl! let's go! Bdubs: (flatly) Is Etho talking about stupid fishing? Scar: (snickers) Bdubs: On here? Scar: (tries to muffle his laughter) Bdubs: (getting riled up) There's no way. He's double… he's double Minecraft up—he's got… alright, we're going. Scar: E-Etho? Oh my God, we're talking about fishing. I'm so excited. Guys, I hit level thirty-one yest—

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Scar: I'm on the tropical island— Bdubs: (fading into hearing range) Yeah, he's playing here on Hermitcraft and he's got the MCI fishing in the background. he's-he's in the— (yelling, words getting jumbled together) you don't even catch fish anymore! What the heck! What the heck was that catch?! Two pristine pearl?! What the heck is that?! (fades back out of range) Scar: (hiccup laughing) Two pristine pearl… Bdubs: (fading back into range) —eyyyy! Don't you (yelling) shoot at me! Alright?! Scar: Where is he? Where is Etho? Bdubs: He's in his house! There he is— Scar, overlapping: There he is! There he is! There he is! Bdubs: Listen! Ay! You can't be doin' that!

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Scar: Proud of your (unintelligible) asking. Bdubs: (exasperated) Oh, brother! Etho: Just a second I got a million things going on here. Hey! Hello, hello hello. Bdubs: (monotone, close to the mic) You have one thing going on. You be able to focus on us. Etho, overlapping: (quietly) Just a second, gotta change spots real quick. Bdubs: (sighs) Scar: Do you think there's any way… Bdubs: (pointed silence) Scar: …with him here… we're here… Etho: It's Glimmering Tide right now. Scar: Really? Etho: Yeah. Scar: You think we can get him on— Etho: Wait! you got—

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Scar: Bdubs, what are your thoughts. We get you on there? Etho, overlapping: You ever gotten a miniature ender chest? Scar: Just for a minute? Bdubs: (lightly) No! Scar: Just one cast, Bdubs. One cast, that's all Etho and I ask is one cast. Bdubs: (laughing exasperatingly) No! I already told you about the-the— Scar, overlapping: You cast your—you cast your rod, you crank it back, and-and you're done— Bdubs: No! Scar: —you can just… we can be back on Hermitcraft in about two minutes. Bdubs: No! You're catching pearls and spirits and clams and boots, okay? Scar, overlapping: I-I'm not (unintelligible) clams. I've caught crabs! Etho: Dead things. And there's… Scar: I got crabs.

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Scar: Okay. So MCI has more than what we have here, Bdubs. We have crabs. Bdubs: (scoffs lightly) That's great. That's great That'd good. That's good. Etho: (giggling softly) Scar: maybe we just get you on there real quick. Bdubs: Not right now. Alright? Etho: This is like the life series when we're talking about it and we're with someone who's not part of it and their-their eyes just glaze over (laughs softly). Bdubs: No, I'm actually fascinated. I'm dying for a reason. You guys are my friends, you know. And I want to play a video game with my friends, but for goodness sakes play something worthwhile that's valuable in your lives. Improve your life for one second? Scar: But you haven't tried it Bdubs! Can you at least do one cast? Bdubs: Not today! Not never. Not now! Scar, overlapping: (whispering) Oh my God. Bdubs: Not now. Etho: Bdubs is all about the NBA, two-thousand five k… Bdubs: (breathy, exasperated laugh) Nuh uh! No! Scar: (in a mocking voice) Oh, lookit me and my pigskin. I'm chuckin' my ball in the hoop. Bdubs: I like Minecraft! Scar: (mocking voice) Wa wa wa. Bdubs: I like— (wheezy laugh) Etho: And next I'm gonna dribble the ball and then… Bdubs: No… Etho: …I'm gonna dribble the ball some more. Scar: Oh nooo, I travelled… Bdubs, overlapping: That's—

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some of my favourite moments from the 3 hour long hang out 🎊 . (this was an 11 minutes long clip 😭😭😭)

[thecheshireprincess]

Because all of two people said they wanted to read my newest story obsession, here's a sneak peek at my favorite chapter I've written . . .

Let me introduce you to:

The Game Itself

A Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) fic

Content Warning: Mentions of an abusive father, mentions of reader trending toward a panic attack, canon-typical violence, curse words, Niragi is in here and is a menace

A/N: This chapter takes place well into the story, having already introduced many of the main characters and some important plot points. None of my own twists are spoiled by reading this chapter first, and I think it's the best representation for how this story will be 😘 I hope you love it 💕

You lean back with a sigh, relaxing into the plastic beach chair set in front of the glittering pool packed with bodies. The sun is high in the sky, and the citizens of The Beach are happily drinking it in. That's not the only thing they're drinking in, mind you - it's mid-afternoon, and the party is absolutely raging. The music is bumping, the drinks are flowing, and the people are doing what people at The Beach do best - celebrating life. It may seem macabre, to party the days away when you're forced to face deadly games by night, but honestly it feels kind of right when you aren't really sure how much longer you have left to live.

Chishiya sits at your feet, one arm draped lazily over your bare calves and the other holding him upright on the chair. As usual, his face is devoid of any emotion, but you know he is enjoying the opportunity to people watch and get some sun. Even he isn't a vampire, after all.

You spend a few moments studying the people yourself - many splashing around drunkenly in the refreshing pool water and others dancing uninhibited around its edges, everyone looking free as can be. How must it feel to not have to worry about anyone in the Borderlands but yourself? How easy it must be to not have the two most important people in your life stuck here with you, wondering if today is the day they're going to die.

You feel the familiar tight feeling in your chest start to build, and force yourself to shake away those suffocating thoughts - you simply cannot afford to panic here.

You turn your attention instead to playing with the beads adorning the straps of your emerald green crochet bikini. The suit was new, wearing it outside of your room for the first time today. It was special to you - Kuina had found it while she was out for a game last week, saying it had reminded her of your sparkling eyes. The gift made you feel loved, and the suit made you feel sexy.

Rolling the wooden beads between your fingers seemed to help settle your nerves. When your breathing finally returned to normal and the simple anxious task was no longer needed, you sigh loudly, covering your face with your arms and flopping further back into the chair. Bored.

Chishiya smirks, raising an eyebrow. The man very nearly laughs at the dramatic habit that was very you. "Bored already, hm?" He hums, "Coming down here was your idea after all."

"Yes, but I thought there would be more excitement" you whined, flailing your arms widely to accentuate your point. Chishiya sweeps his eyes over your form, looking at you with amusement.

He's about to say something more when he's interrupted by the arrival of two familiar figures - a nervous looking guy with shaggy black hair, and a fit, muscular girl with a cute bob cut. Chishiya squeezes your calf to get your attention, flicking his eyes toward them as they sit down apprehensively on two beach chairs across the pool from you. It was the two newcomers from the most recent executive meeting, and before that, your 5 of Spades game. Arisu and Usagi.

"So they decided to stay after all," you muse, sitting up in interest and folding your legs underneath you. You scoot your body closer to your friend, your thigh brushing against his, as you continue to observe the couple. You briefly wonder what had happened to his blonde friend, and the one they'd been trying to get medical help for. In a place like this, it's probably best not to ask.

The blonde turns his head to study your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear as he does, "I can't imagine that it would have gone over well had they declined Hatter's offer." You feel a slight shiver run down your spine at Chishiya's intimate touch. That's new, you note. He had brushed your hair behind your ear like that many times in your life, and only now does it take your breath away. You hum distractedly, still staring at the pair but suddenly feeling very far away from the events taking place around you.

You grin brightly, then, having noticed Kuina skipping over to them. She plops, likely uninvited, down on the chair beside Arisu, her unlit cigarette hanging characteristically in her mouth. There is no doubt in your mind that she was already teasing them about the relationship between them, despite having just introduced herself.

Kuina was confident like that, and you loved that about her. Well, except for when she was teasing you and Chishiya. You blushed slightly just thinking about it, wondering when you had started becoming so flustered about your best friend. You duck your head at these thoughts and pretend to study the sparkly manicure Kuina had given you last night.

You and Chishiya were still just best friends, right?

Within a minute or two, the air had turned from relaxed to tense, and your neck snapped up to find out why. Your discerning eyes land on the militants, of course, you really should have guessed. The hostile and generally power hungry group of The Beach's "personal protection unit" were filing into the party, sure to flash their weapons at anyone looking. The smart people were avoiding their gaze entirely, and the stupid (drunk?) people were openly gawking. You rolled your eyes, how typical.

Leading the charge onto the pool deck was Aguni, looking cold and calculating as usual, with your brother following close behind. Your eyes narrowed, having not seen him for a few days.

"Looks like you're about to get your excitement after all," Chishiya whispered, his breath tickling your ear. You took in a sharp breath in anticipation; the full militant corp was standing at arms looking ready to fight, at the pool. Could this mean the fall of The Beach could be coming sooner than you previously expected? Anxiety swirled heavily in your stomach, fingers subconsciously finding the wooden beads again.

You look to Niragi, the one person who would normally soothe your frayed nerves with just a glance, but feel even worse seeing the wild look in his darkened eyes. Had your relationship truly deteriorated so much in a matter of weeks?

Being all the way on the other side of the pool from them, you're unable to hear Aguni's request, but Niragi was quick to obey. He moved towards Usagi, pulling her roughly up to her feet.

You watch with widened eyes - had Aguni asked for Usagi? What would he even want her for? Nothing good, certainly. Maybe you overestimated his kindness and empathy the day he saved you in the 9 of Hearts game. Or maybe this place really does create monsters out of men - you could certainly see that in the long-haired man across the pool from you, once soft and caring, now swinging a gun around without a care in the world and physically threatening a girl not much older than you. Hell, you see it even in yourself, having been happy enough to let everyone but Chishiya die from the second you landed in this wretched place and started playing.

You're shaken from your reverie when Arisu springs up from his place beside Kuina to help Usagi. You groan in despair, knowing full well that your brother would only be further provoked; Borderlands-version Niragi has an extremely short fuse. Kuina also looks displeased, as though she'd literally just told them not to mess with them, which she probably had.

The people of the party are now definitely watching, but openly pretending not to be. If you didn't feel so anxious at the situation, you'd probably laugh at how nosy and indiscretion drunk people truly are.

You find yourself standing instead, ready to close the distance between your perch and where Niragi has now thrown Arisu to the ground, kicking him repeatedly in the stomach. You felt like throwing up watching the display. Memories flooded your mind of watching your father do the exact same thing to the tall man who was now delivering the blows. It was taking everything in you to not curl up in a ball crying like you always had when the two men in your family were fighting. No, this time you had to put an end to it. This time you would be brave and fight.

"You're going to try to save them, aren't you?" Chishiya mumbles in concern, knowing this scene was likely triggering to you. You knew he wanted you to stay out of it, but you just couldn't help yourself.

"I can't sit back and play victim anymore, Shiya," you whisper. You move swiftly around the pool, before you could lose your nerve or Chishiya could stop you.

"Niragi, please. They're my friends," you plead with the violent man, grabbing onto his forearm as he delivers another crushing blow to Arisu's ribcage. The people of The Beach were now actively watching the scene, fully invested in your family drama. You're unsure of why you called the couple your friends, when you just barely know their names. All you know is that you don't want to watch your brother kill the poor guy, and you definitely don't want to find out what Aguni had planned for Usagi. Or was it that you couldn't stand to see your sweet brother hurt someone the same way he had been hurt so many times in his life?

Niragi ceases his assault on the boy and rips his arm from your grasp. He gives you a full once over in the process, his cold eyes meeting yours for the first time in days. You feel real, raw fear filling your system, something you haven't felt since leaving your father's house for the last time 8 years ago. You'd never felt smaller in your life than you did now, shrinking under Niragi's brutal gaze.

Taking a shaky breath, you muster the shiniest, prettiest puppy dog eyes you can, peering up at Niragi through long eyelashes. "You won't hurt them, right? I'm friends with them."

Niragi continues glaring intimidatingly down at you, in what you realize is disgust. He doesn't address your concerns, but instead has something else to say.

"Put some fucking clothes on, you look like a slut" he spits fiercely, his pierced face now just centimeters from yours. The tight feeling in your chest had returned in full force, threatening to suffocate you.

You stumbled back as if he'd struck you - Niragi had never spoken to you like that. Your stomach dropped, and it took all of your willpower to maintain your composure. You obviously couldn't cry in front of all these Beach idiots, gaping at the two of you like you were the best soap opera in the Borderlands. You turn your head to escape his intense gaze, and put your tongue in your cheek to keep the tears from spilling over. You want soap opera? I'll give you soap opera.

Looking back up at your brother, you cross your arms over your chest. "What are you going to do, make me?" you implore him brattily. Niragi seethed, pierced eyebrow arching, looking like he was seriously considering slapping the attitude right out of you. You stand your ground, the way you should have every other time you've faced a monster like this.

As you and Niragi stare each other down, the initial cause for your dispute long forgotten, Aguni and the others have become distracted by Hatter's arrival. One side demanding peace, and the release of the newest members of the beach; the other begging silently for chaos to ensue. The tense atmosphere surrounding you indicates the balance of power between the two leaders was indeed in jeopardy.

After what feels like hours of strained silence, Aguni ultimately yields to Hatter. The Beach seems to collectively release their held breaths as Aguni and the militant corp flock away to another part of the resort. Usagi quickly tends to Arisu, leading him back into the building to treat his wounds and get to safety. Meanwhile, you have your own struggle for power going on.

Niragi still stands towering above you, obviously not in the mood for your games. He unbuttons his black and white collared shirt, draping it over your shoulders, "Go. Change. Not a request." His fingers wrap tightly around your forearm, aggressively yanking you towards the entrance to the hotel. The force that Niragi had exerted on you nearly sent you careening into the pool still glistening mockingly at your feet, but luckily Chishiya had appeared in just the right position to catch you. Unbeknownst to you, the two exchange a brief look before Niragi skulks off to find Aguni and his other lunatic friends.

The panic within you threatened once more to boil over and your brain simply shuts down - this day had been too fucking much. In your daze, you barely register Chishiya dragging you inside, away from the curious and scrutinizing glances of The Beach citizens. You were embarrassed, confused, and fucking mad.

Just as you passed through the swinging double doors and into the air-conditioned building, Kuina fell in step with you two. She let a reassuring hand fall on your shoulder, squeezing it for comfort. At her kind touch, you feel your carefully crafted resolve finally crumble to the floor. Chishiya knew immediately that you were done for, lifting you easily into his arms and allowing you to ground yourself in him. He carried you protectively the rest of the way to his room as your thoughts thundered around in your head like a wild storm.

You had been lying to yourself your whole life, Niragi had been lying to you your whole life. He promised that your family wasn't broken, that you weren't broken. You guessed it was too much to ask for you to remain untouched by your father's special brand of cruelty. That one day, you'd likely both become just like him.

And now Niragi had. He called you a slut, degrading an outfit that had made you feel beautiful. He embarrassed you in front of an audience. He grabbed you so hard you could see his fingerprints etched in your skin. He was just like him and this time you knew you wouldn't escape.

It was then that you knew - this game that you were playing was much more dangerous than you had initially realized.

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OKAY so I got a little carried away 😅 Yes this was supposed to be a sneak peek, but believe it or not it's not even the entire chapter 🤭

Who's ready for the whole story?

[yandereunsolved]

𑂅 ❊ Yandere Omega Kieran Duffy (RDR2) ❊ 𑂅

It wasn't often that Kieran was brave enough to step into your space, breathe near you—or even exist, quite frankly. Despite holding far beyond platonic feelings towards you, he always runs. Skittish. More towards you than any of the others.

He wonders...

Can you sense his heart skipping beats when he dares to take in your beauty?

Do you recognize the thickening of his scent whenever you address him… or when he hears your voice?

Are the pathetic sounds that escape him when you're around not enough of a hint?

He needs you. Need, needs you. Like every moment you're apart, he can feel his dumb bunny brain telling him to run towards you. To let you latch onto him with your fangs. To let you own him. Because he deserves it.

And now, for once, he's doing something about it.

Some of your most treasured cloth items are now in his possession. And he has no intent on giving them back unless you make him―and he would love it if you did. It's shameful how much solace they bring him. They are the ones he managed to steal before they were washed. They still smell like you. All of you. And they're a wonderful addition to his makeshift den.

His nose twitches gently as your scent wafts into it. His mouth waters. He stuffs his face deeper into his sacred pile. His cheeks flush at the simulation, a sense of belonging enveloping him.

His sandy, sepia-dappled, fluffy ears stand at attention. sensing something.

"Kieran."

His body instinctually freezes at the sound of your voice.

Words tumble from his quivering lips before he can process them, "I-I... I swear it isn't what it looks like!"

His head whips around; immediate regret sinks into his fur, down to his dick. You're displeased and ready to hunt. Your ears are at attention. Your bottle brush tail is swinging behind you. It's mesmerizing. Your scent is pungent, causing his nose and tail to involuntarily twitch. It's something out of one of his wet dreams.

"Then what does it look like?" You seethe. You bare your fangs, reveling in how Kieran sinks back into his nest of your things.

"Because to me it looks like a little rabbit has been stealing all my damn clothes so he can get off on them."

Oh. This is so much better than a dream.

"No...? So anyways―nice weather we're having. Hehe."

He looks up at you with that faux innocence. His legs spread open like he's in heat. You step into his space, tilting your head to the side, observing him―determining the best way to handle him.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't snap your neck and leave your carcess at Dutch's feet."

Too many reasons.

But if that were his fate, he'd happily accept it.

He scrambles for a good answer, scent thickening, wishing his tongue could be of better use to you.

"Having an Omega would boost your status within the gang, right? And I can be good. I've been good before!" Each word is accompanied with a soft stutter that you can't help but find cute.

"Beg for it."

Kieran's heart nearly stops beating. 'This is the opportunity I have been waiting for.'

"I want to be yours. Your Omega. Your bunny. Your Kieran. And I'll do anything to be just that―as long as I'm your only one... please?"

You pounce on him without warning, shoving him into the ground; one hand holding a fistful of his shirt while the other leaves feather-light touches along his ears. Something about his words―his cadence. It awakened something inside of you.

"And what would you do if I got another? Hmm? If I found an Omega who better suited my needs."

You nip at his neck, near his common carotid artery. He lets out noises that spur you on. He seems into it. Too into it. Naughty little bunny.

"Kill them, naturally," he responds without hesitation. His body stiffening for a moment.

"Oh, ho, ho. Look at my Omega finally growing some teeth of his own."

He purrs with adoration, trying to push himself further into you so you can scent him.

"Teeth or not. I'd let myself be slaughtered if it pleased you."

[lilianne-tarot]

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✮⋆˙Pile I

Cards pulled: The Hierophant, Three of Swords, The Empress, and Three of Wands Reversed.

So first off, people definitely talk about you. And not in a “meh, they exist” kind of way, but in a you leave an impression kind of way. The Hierophant and The Empress together? That’s Big Presence Energy. People see you as someone who either knows their sht* or at least acts like they do. You might be the one that friends or coworkers refer to when they’re like, “So-and-so always has their life together, why can’t I be like them?” Meanwhile, you’re probably spiralling over what to eat for dinner, but hey, it’s the ✨aura✨ that counts.😂

But listen, the Three of Swords tells me there’s a little drama when it comes to how people talk about you. Some people have this perception that you’ve been through heartbreak, betrayals, but instead of falling apart, you channeled it into an untouchable Empress-level glow-up. The Hierophant also tells me that you have this kind of moral authority vibe. Not in a preachy way (hopefully), but in a “They always know what’s right” kind of way. So, people either admire that or get hella intimidated by it. But then—plot twist—the Three of Wands reversed enters the chat, and this is where the gossip gets interesting. Some people describe you as the person with big potential who’s holding themselves back. It’s like, they see you as someone who could do literally anything, but maybe you second-guess yourself, or you have too many “what ifs” running around your head. Some might even get frustrated for you. It’s that “I wish they’d just GO FOR IT” energy. Are people hyping you up behind your back more than they do to your face? Absolutely. And for some of you, this card combo screams unfinished business. Some folks might be talking about what could have been—with you, with a project, with a friendship, with a relationship. It’s giving ex-friends still lurking on your Instagram stories. The energy here says, “They’re doing so well, but I wonder if they ever think about the past.” Someone out there is still narrating a personal rom-com in their head with you as the lost love interest.

Now, listen. If people are talking about you like this, it means you are memorable as hell. And not in a "Yeah, they were nice, I guess" way, but in a “That person changed my perspective” way. You have a natural presence that sticks with people, but because of that, you attract opinions And let’s be real, the people with the Three of Swords drama? Some of them kinda want to be you. Not saying they hate you, but they definitely resent the way you just keep growing Meanwhile, the Three of Wands reversed folks? They’re the ones saying “Ugh, I wish they’d believe in themselves as much as I do.” They are basically your personal unpaid hype squad (and yet, they won’t say it to your face because the universe loves irony).

People describe you as someone who’s got wisdom, presence, and a little bit of mystery. Some admire you, some feel a way about you, and some are still watching you like you’re the season finale of a show they can’t quit. You live rent-free in people’s minds—sometimes inspiring them, sometimes haunting them, but never being forgotten.

Moral of the story? Keep thriving. Keep proving the hype squad right and the haters miserable.

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✮⋆˙Pile II

Cards Pulled: Three of Cups Reversed, Justice, Three of Pentacles Reversed, and The Hermit Reversed

The energy is so specific I feel like I just eavesdropped on a conversation about you. SO FIRST OF ALL, people DO have opinions about you. And I don’t mean the generic, “Oh yeah, they’re nice” type of opinions. Nah, you spark discussions. You live in people’s minds in a way that makes them randomly remember you while they’re washing dishes like “Ugh, why are they like that?” OR “Damn, I kinda admire them”. It’s that kind of vibe. We also have Justice, meaning that when people talk about you, they often frame it around fairness, consequences, or karma, maybe some of you even have a career in those fields or studying them. Some see you as someone who always gets what they deserve. Others feel like you have a habit of calling people out—even if you don’t say a word, your existence alone makes people feel like they need to hold themselves accountable.

And then, The Three of Cups Reversed and The Three of Pentacles Reversed? Oof. Some people describe you as someone who doesn’t fully “fit in”—not because you’re not social or likable, but because you either choose to keep a distance or people feel like they don’t really get you. There’s an undertone of “they keep to themselves,” You might be in the group but not of the group, if that makes sense. your vibes are giving mysterious, possibly intimidating, but weirdly magnetic. And The Hermit Reversed? This tells me that people don’t actually know what’s going on in your head—but boy, do they try to figure it out. It’s like you have this aura that makes people wonder, “Do they secretly hate us? Are they judging us? Or are they just really introverted and tired?” And listen, this combination SCREAMS that people project onto you. Some folks describe you as someone who’s too detached or too independent, but the ones who say this? They’re usually the ones who struggle with self-sufficiency themselves. Others describe you as too serious, too deep, too different—but those same people probably lowkey admire that you don’t need to be liked by everyone. Look, babe. You give off main character energy but in a cult classic, not a blockbuster. You know those characters people debate about in online forums? The ones that some people worship and others find frustratingly complex? That’s you. You are not someone who fades into the background. People describe you with a mix of intrigue, respect, and mild frustration because you’re not an easy person to label. Some people think you’re too serious, others think you’re too mysterious, but nobody thinks you’re irrelevant.If you ever feel like people don’t understand you, it’s not because you’re unlikeable—it’s because you don’t shrink yourself down to fit into their comfort zone. And honestly? Good. Let them talk. You’ll still be out here thriving in your own lane.

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✮⋆˙Pile III

Cards Pulled: 7 of Pentacles, The Lovers Reversed, 7 of Cups Reversed, and 4 of Cups Reversed.

First things first: people think you’re a hard person to read. It’s like they know you’ve got depth, they know a lot is going on in that brain of yours, but they can’t always tell where your head is at. Some might even say you come off as detached, hard to impress, or selective about who you truly engage with. They think you’re the type of person who doesn’t waste time on meaningless connections- that drives some people crazy. With The Lovers Reversed it’s like its “complicated relationships.” Some people describe you as someone who used to be close with them, but isn’t anymore, or they feel like they almost got to know the real you but never quite cracked the code. It’s like you go through these phases where you’re all in with certain people, and then one day? Poof. You’re just... not as available. You change. You grow. And some people are pressed about it. And let’s talk about the 7 of Cups Reversed, because this is hilarious. You know those people who overanalyze everything? The ones who create entire narratives in their heads about situations that probably weren’t that deep? Yeah, those people love to talk about you. They describe you as someone who has “so many options” in life—whether that’s in friendships, career, or even relationships. People assume you have more going on than you actually do because you don’t overshare. They confuse your privacy for secrecy—which is so funny because half the time, you’re probably just chilling in bed rewatching your comfort show. Now, 4 of Cups Reversed This tells me that people see you as someone who used to hesitate, used to second-guess, but is now moving differently. Maybe you went through a phase where you were unsure of yourself, or people remember you from a time when you weren’t as confident, and now they’re shook by your growth. They describe you as someone who figured out what they want. It’s giving “you snooze, you lose” energy. Some people are even salty that you don’t give them the same access you used to.

Look, dear. You are the one who got away—even platonically. They’re lowkey haunted by their last interaction with you, whether it was a convo that didn’t go as expected or just the fact that you outgrew them while they stayed the same.i can see that You’re just not easily impressed by shallow things. You are not an open book, and that frustrates people. The funniest part? Some of the people who describe you in a weirdly intense way are people you barely think about. People describe you as someone who is hard to pin down, constantly evolving, and deeply introspective. Some admire it. Some are shook by it. A few might even wish they still had access to you the way they once did. You’re not the type of person people forget—even the ones who act like they don’t care? They care. You make an impact without even trying. And that? That’s power.

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[rainbowsky]

Anonymous asked:

Hey rainbowsky I hope you are doing well love you account, I saw this on Twitter about wyb following an account on weibo that slanders xz and few other celebrities. I'm not on weibo personally and I was wondering if its true . Forgive my not so perfect grammar English ain't my first language

Hi, Anon. Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! ☺️

Your English is fine! It doesn't have to be perfect anyway, people. Even people who grew up with English as their first language sometimes struggle with how to express things. I'm not going to be grading anyone's messages. 😘

Regarding this issue, I want to remind everyone that following and reading what antis say anywhere is never a good idea. Their only purpose in life is to hate, and you should just edit that all the way out of your life. Block, ignore, and report when appropriate.

For background, there are some haters out there claiming that he followed a moto account that is a notorious cyberbully who slanders many celebrities.

I happen to be very intimately aware of who DD follows on Weibo, because I did a comprehensive post about it a while back. I know all of the patterns of who he tends to follow and their relationship to him.

DD absolutely does not follow any fan accounts, and never has. He does not follow the account in question.

The claim is that he followed this person and then quickly unfollowed them. I think that anyone with two brain cells to rub together can tell that is obviously an accidental follow. We have all done it at some point in our lives (and for some reason it only seems to happen with accounts we absolutely would not want to be associated with!).

If you've ever used the Weibo app, the follow button is a few millimeters away from the phone's back button, and it would be easy to accidentally follow somebody when you meant to go back to the previous page. Especially if you have huge hands like his.

Why would he be looking at the page of an anti? Probably for the same reason you were, Anon. Everyone has a morbid human curiosity about anti material for some reason, and they spend entirely too much time looking at it.

It's possible that he saw a hate comment about his husband and he wanted to see if it was someone claiming to be his fan. It's possible he saw something said 'in his name' that he didn't agree with. It's possible somebody mentioned that account as potentially in the next crop of people being sued. We will never know.

What we do know is that if he ever did follow them (and screen caps can be faked very easily, so I'm not even sure that's true), he doesn't follow them now.

Edit: apparently the supposed DD account wasn't him, it was faked. All the more reason to ignore this kind of BS.

These are the kinds of things that people can waste time hand-wringing over, when they are absolutely inconsequential.

The reality is that the people angrily spreading this story about him are just as horrible as the person they are claiming he followed. That is the irony of all of this. They are the exact same sort of person. They say and do all of the same horrible things as that account does.

The other irony is that all of this is happening on xitter - a platform no decent human being should still be participating in.

Anyone still on there is participating in a Neo-Nazi platform, and further legitimizing and lining the pockets of the richest, most corrupt dirtbag on the planet, who is right now actively engaged in an illegal, racist, anti-queer, anti-disabled, anti-kindness, self-serving fascist dismantling of the US democratic systems of government. That should be more worrying to you than this ridiculous story.

The fact that there are so many high profile turtles who still participate there is an ongoing source of deep embarrassment and shame for the fandom.

Why not leave that hateful platform to the antis and move over to BlueSky, which has all of the features needed and none of the baggage? Most of those turtles already have a presence on there, they just don't actually use their accounts. They need to find the moral courage to lead everybody to greener pastures.

[blissfulbluee]

457 theory

gi-hun and in-ho have very different views of each other. gi-hun simply sees in-ho as an alliance, and a potential friend, if he isn’t one already.

with in-ho, things are way more complex. i’ll point out the obvious first; he’s obsessed with gi-hun. this obsession is mainly rooted in jealousy, confusion, and hurt. “why does he still have hope for society, and faith in humanity?” is a question he’s ruminated more than once. it’s painful to see someone endure the same trauma and become a better person because of it when you can’t do the same.

in-ho is drawn to gi-hun out of a desire to put an internal conflict to rest. he knows gi-hun’s mere existence represents the fact truly good people exist, and always have, and always will. he’s been aware of this since before gi-hun was a player. in his eyes, however, those people are either weak and taken advantage of, or there aren’t enough of them to make real change. he felt this was confirmed when the strategy he used in the games led him to victory- one i imagine was similar to sang-woo’s.

seeing someone with a different approach win made him wonder if his callousness was in vain. he justified his actions by telling himself gi-hun got lucky, and hoped he’d build a future around that luck. now, years later, he’s back to play the hero? he feels bad that his attempt is in vain, but at least he’ll learn his lesson; the system and those who play by its rules prevail.

a part of him hopes gi-hun will prove him wrong. he sees his past self in him; a man without his current philosophy. anyway, it’s definitely possible that there’s a homoerotic element to this fixation, as many people fall in love with people who remind them of themselves, but it will never be reciprocated after what he’s done. sad because in another universe they’d be a cute couple 😔

Hi! Thanks for the ask. Sorry for the delayed response. I think this is a good way to look at the ship, and is closer to canon than other things I have seen about them.

Yes, I agree that Gi-hun sees in-ho as a friend when he is Young-il.

I like how you bring up the jealousy and everything being the cause of the obsession (which is undeniable to me. he is absolutely obsessed with him in canon just not in the shipping way) I haven't thought a lot about how envious it would be for him to see how different they turned out.

I do also agree that In ho sees Gi-hun as weak for his morals. I think he wants to essentially teach him his ways, to maybe get him to be like him so that all of that envy goes away. he just has some very cruel and very homosexual methods. LMAO

I SO wish we could somehow get a universe where Gi-hun and past In-ho interact. That way we can have old man yaoi without the toxic nature for a change, even though that is what makes them so interesting.

People clown on shippers for shipping such a toxic ship that is essentially one sided as you mention, but thats the beauty of it. We don't necessarily find it pretty if they end up together. Sometimes we enjoy the one sided things because that's different from a typical romance. AND you can still enjoy it without getting as toxic/dark as possible.

You're right about everything anon. I wish I could say more but I am currently being hit with random exhaustion and you're really saying everything I am thinking lol.

[slmckle]

CHARLIE CONFESSING ON VALENTINE’S DAY

warnings: none? fluff, fem!reader kinda implied?

———— DECEMBER 11TH, 2024. ————

you worked at the game store, and charlie was a regular. you were fairly new, so when charlie saw you, he knew you weren’t there before.

he walked around the store, grabbing the essentials for his d&d game, or whatever, and he walks up to the counter. he places his items on the counter and smiled at you.

"hi! you're new!" he says with clear excitement. you look at him and return the energy, just trying to be friendly.

"i am! hi!" you say, grabbing his items and scanning them. he looks at you, eager to start a conversation. "so.. how do you like it so far?"

you sigh and purse your lips. "eh, its alright. its a job, thats for sure!"

he frowns slightly and tilts his head a bit. “ah, that’s no good!” he says.

you finish scanning his items and tell him his total, leaning over the counter a bit. “your total is 23.75 today, sir. will that be cash, or card?” you ask.

he answers with card, and pulls out a basic card. “you can just put it in the scanner there.” you say.

he does as told, and you say your goodbyes. “he was kinda cute.” your coworker, sam, says. he was also new, so he’d never seen him either.

“oh my god, shut up, sam!” you say, rolling your eyes before disappearing into the back of the store.

———— JANUARY 13TH, 2025. ————

charlie had came in the store many times since then, and you guys had gotten to know each other. you had exchanged numbers, and hung out a few times. you would consider him one of your closest friends, as would he. you had slowly developed a tiny crush on him, but would never admit it to anyone.

you don’t see him walking into the store, but the ring of the bell that was hung above the door let you know someone was there.

you finish stocking the shelf you were working on, and turn around. you smile when you see charlie and you walk over to the counter to assist him.

“hi, charlie! what can i do for you today?” you ask nicely. he smiles and speaks. “well, i was wondering when you got off, and if you wanted to hangout.” you smile and lean on the glass counter.

“i get off in about thirty minutes, if you wanna wait until then.” you say, looking at him and admiring the way he leans on the counter as well, almost mirroring you.

“yeah, i can wait!” he nods, leaning off of the counter and drumming his fingers on the glass. you push off the counter and walk back over to the shelves, making sure everything was in order.

you bend down to straighten out one of the cane cases that some grimey little kid probably messed up, but you swear you can feel a set of eyes on you…

FEBRUARY 14TH, 2025. VALENTINE’S DAY!

time skip, about a month later, and it was valentine’s day. you and charlie have gone on a few more hangouts dates , but he hasn’t asked you yet.

you’re sitting behind the counter and the game store, daydreaming when you hear the bell from the door signaling that someone has walked it. but this time, it’s charlie!

a grin spreads across charlie's face as he spots you behind the counter, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sight of you. he approaches the counter, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably as excitement bubbles over.

"heyyyyyyy." he says, leaning against the counter with a wide smile.

"hiii, charlie!" you say with a smile, tilting your head as you look at him.

his grin widens even more at the sound of you saying his name, his heart fluttering once again. he leans forwards, his eyes twinkling as he gazes at you.

"you have no idea how good it is to see you right now." he says. "oh yeah? whys that?" you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.

he taps his fingers against the countertop, his smile turning into a mischievous grin. "well, maybe because you're my best friend."

he pauses for a moment, studying your expression.

"and also because I have a very important question to ask you." he says, sitting up from the counter and brushing off his shirt and straightening his glasses.

"well, what is soooo important?" you tease, also sitting up from the counter, not missing the way his hands look while he straightens his glasses.

he takes another step forward, peering over the edge of the counter to get a better look at you.

"todays valentine's day, right?" he asks.

"mhm!" you say, trying to not sound too excited at the fact he might finally be asking you. 'but what if he asks me for advice for another girl..? no, he wouldnt do that.' you say in your head, ignoring the thoughts and focusing more on the conversation at hand.

he leans even closer, his heart racing in his chest.

"well…what are your plans for after work?"

he tries to make his question sound as casual as possible, although inside he's practically exploding with nerves.

“hmm, i don’t think i have anything planned, why?” you say, tapping your chin and looking up, trying not to smile as you act all oblivious.

he lets out a small sigh of relief at your response, his heart still thumping way too fast for his own liking. though he cant help but smile at your little act.

"good. that's um…"

he pauses, trying to form the words in his head.

"that's good. because I was wondering…if you maybe want to…go out? On a date? For Valentine's Day?" he asks nervously, and probably too fast.

"oh yeah? why should i?" you ask, grinning.

a cheeky smile appears on his face, loving the way you banter.

"well, let's see…"

he pretends to think for a moment, scratching his chin before listing on his fingers.

"because I'm charming, and i’ve also got some chocolate and flowers in my car. does that sweeten the deal, sweetheart?”

"hmmm.. i suppose it does!' you say with a smile, your eyes sparkling and catching charlie slightly off guard. he clears his throat and gains some composure before speaking, his heart feeling like it's going to burst with how excited he is right now.

"great."

he glances around the store, noticing a couple of lingering customers nearby. he lowers his voice.

"can I tell you something?" he whispers. "hm?" you ask curiously, lowering your vouce to match his.

he leans in close, so only you can hear him, his voice dropping low and quiet, tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"i've actually got one other surprise for you…" he says.

you look at him, your face lighting up as you question him. "really? what is it?"

he glances around once more, making sure no one is listening in on their conversation. once he’s assured the coast is clear, he turns back to you, a devilish grin on his face.

"you're going to have to come outside to see it, though. it's in my trunk."

"hmm, ill bite." you say, walking out from around the counter to meet him.

He lets out a soft chuckle at your response, his grin widening.

"awesome."

he steps back towards the store exit, holding the door open for you.

"ladies first."

he watches you pass him, his heart fluttering as he takes in the curve of your hips in the jeans that you’re wearing. he has to mentally remind himself to breathe as he follows you outside, the crisp air sending a shiver down his spine.

he leads you over to his car, parked out on the far side of the parking lot. he fishes the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the trunk, before motioning you forwards with a wave of his hand.

"come on, close your eyes."

he watches you as you close your eyes, your expression a mixture of curiosity and excitement. he can see the way your cheeks are flushed with anticipation, and he can't help but think it's one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen. he opens the trunk, removing a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, placing them off to the side before carefully removing a small, wrapped box from beneath a neatly folded blanket and placed it on top.

he makes sure everythings in place before walking over to you, grabbing your hands of of your eyes softly.

"okay, you can open your eyes now." he watches you open your eyes, a hint of nervousness creeping up on him. he’s biting his lip, hoping you’ll like the surprise he’s got for you, because he’s been thinking about it for a while now, almost a little shy to see your reaction.

“charlie…” you gasp, looking into his trunk, seeing the chocolate and roses, the small wrapped box, a small purple stuffed frog, and a bunch of little trinkets he hoped youd like.

he stands back, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches you look over the trinkets he's carefully picked out, his cheeks becoming warm with nervousness. every little gasp and look of wonder that appears on your face makes his heart skip a beat, and he can't help but be a little shy as you inspect the necklace. He rubs the back of his neck, a little sheepish.

"i, um.. i thought you might like some of these things…"

he watches as you pick up the stuffed animal, a small purple frog with large sparkly eyes. he remembers picking it out specifically because he thought the color would look nice against your hair, and the eyes reminded him of yours.

“oh, charlie..” you gasped, looking over all the trinkets that just scream ‘you.’

a shy, lopsided grin appears on his face as you hold up the little frog stuffed animal, the sight of you admiring it making his heart flutter. he rubs the back of his neck again, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he watches you look over the things he got for you.

"i um, i really hope you like it…"

“i love it… this is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me..”

his cheeks turn a deep shade of pink at your words, his heart skipping a beat as joy floods through his veins. he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed, but also incredibly happy that he managed to impress you. he takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on yours.

"you really like it? i, um, i was kind of nervous about picking stuff out for you. i wanted to get things that you would actually enjoy. and i remembered you saying you liked some of this stuff, so i got it.."

“oh, i’m gonna cherish her for the rest of my life.” you say, admiring the purple frog.

a warm, genuine smile spreads across his face as he hears your words. the way you speak about the little stuffed animal with such love and affection makes his heart flutter, and he almost forgets about the necklace he got you.

he remembers the necklace, and exclaims quietly. he grabs the small, wrapped box and hands it to you. you smile and take the box, shaking your head as you look up at him. "charlie, you really didn't have to..!" you protest lightheartedly, still beginning to open the box as he watches you.

"i wanted to, baby." he says, the pet name rolling off his tongue smoothly as he watches you open the box.

you open it to reveal the most gorgeous necklace youve ever seen. its a silver chain, that has a diamond in the middle of it, that would hang down on your chest.

you feel your cheeks heating and tears stinging your eyes as you admire the necklace. you look up at him, mouth agape. hes got a small smile on his face, cheeks red as well.

"do you like it...?" he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets nervously.

"i love it, charlie..." you say, taking the necklace out of the box and looking at him, holding it infront of him.

“put it on me?” you ask. he nods and takes the necklace from you as you turn around and pull your hair up.

he drapes the necklace over your chest, and clasps it in the back, letting his fingers softly trace over your skin, sending goosebumps down your arm.

you turn around to look at him, smiling as the necklace sparkles on your chest. before he could say anything, your arms were wrapped around his torso.

he’s a little surprised as your arms wrap around him, but he instantly melts into your touch, his heart practically skipping a beat. he wraps his arms around you in return, pulling you close to him, holding you tightly. he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, the scent of your shampoo and perfume making his head spin. he lets out a soft sigh of contentment, his body relaxing as he relishes the feeling of having you so close to him. it feels so right.

"sooo, are you gonna ask me the question?" you ask, tilting your head up to look at him. he quirks an eyebrow, smirking at your question. "what exactly am i asking you?" he teases.

"dont play stupid, charlie." you warn. he chuckles and looks into your eyes. "will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, looking at you sincerely.

you hum before answering, your chest feeling warm. "of course, charlie." you say.

he doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence. the moment your words leave your mouth, he leans in and kisses you. his touch is soft and tender, his lips gently pressed against yours.

there’s a slight tremor in his hand, his fingers trembling against your face. he’s so damn thankful and lucky to have you right now.

he kisses you gently, his lips moving softly and slowly against yours. he can’t help but moan softly against your mouth, the sound a subtle expression of how much he’s been wanting to do this.

his fingers are still tracing your jawline, his touch trembling ever so slightly, but he’s suddenly very aware of how perfect it feels to kiss you, and he’s suddenly very aware that this isn’t going to be one, single kiss.

his other hand rests on your hip, his touch firm and steady, pulling you even closer to him, like he can’t get enough of your closeness. he breaks the kiss for barely a second before his lips are back on yours, more insistent this time, his other hand moving to your face, cupping your cheek as he kisses you again, and again, and again… over and over..

"hhmph- charlie!" you protest playfully, softly smacking his arm. he laughs softly at your protests, puling away to admire your face. "what?"

"i cant breathe!" "so?" "charlie!"

the end! blahhhhhh. my first time writing charlie hope u enjoyed ily

[ameera-ameera]

[ID: A comment by @bimbobliss94: im literlly am gonna buy my niqab any tips on what else ill need i am a trans fem always wanted to covert but scared i wS mocking the culture or religion i guess /end ID]

First, I want to reassure you that many Muslims are supportive of trans people, and your identity is not something that mocks or fetishizes the culture or religion. So don’t be scared. Your journey is valid, and there is no shame in exploring your faith, no matter your background or identity. Your desire to convert is valid as long as your heart is sincere. Your desire to connect with Islam is truly beautiful.

It’s also important to know that not all Muslim women wear the niqab. In fact, it’s the minority. It’s a personal choice and a powerful expression of faith for those who choose it, but don’t overwhelm yourself with such a big step so soon in your journey. It’s wonderful that you're drawn to it, but remember that there are many ways to express your faith through modesty and dress. Your sincerity towards Allah is what matters most.

As one of the first steps, I encourage you to learn how to pray. It’s a key part of being a Muslima and will bring you closer to God. You don’t need to have everything memorized immediately. You can use apps, YouTube videos, or printed out instructions at first to help you learn.

Here’s a tumblr post with some more information for reverts, I hope you find it useful: info for reverts

Wishing you peace, strength, and growth in your path, my sister. Feel free to reach out to me at any time.

This is a cold opener, but if you’re one of the sissy hijabis following me, I want you to know: You can be a woman for real. You can be a Muslim woman or a Muslim transfem. Maybe nobody has told you this before, but you do not have to relegate this to the realm of fetishes, you can be an actual real woman.

I know “trans hijabi sisterhood” is a popular fetish term, but it’s also the truth. There are Muslim trans women out there and they can be your sisters. (Muslim cis women can be your sisters, too, of course!)

You can convert or revert to Islam. You can transition. You can do both, or only one of them. Or start with one and see where it goes

I know it’s “only a fetish” for some of you, and you’re very firm in your Christian/Hindu/Atheist male identity. But I also know that for some of you, you long for more. And I’m telling you: More is possible. For real. Don’t die waiting

[tsuyalovebot]

certified mind blower.

explicit sexual content. mdni, ageless blogs dni.

xia yi zhou / caleb x reader. (repost)

cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting. ignore any typos). afab reader. established relationship. oral sex (reader receiving). face sitting. caleb spanks you once. improper use of evol. mentions of unprotected sex & creampie. spitting (he pushes his spit into you. deadass). use of pipsqueak. caleb typical warnings (he's a filthy freak, to no one's surprise). 

mimi's missive: your honor, i have no defense for this one. anyway, it's me again; happy belated valentines. take this while i work on my full-length caleb piece; "this" being total filth. also i reposted this because i noticed way too many errors the first time i posted it. enjoy.

you're watching caleb wash the dishes when you say, "i want to sit on your face tonight."

or, one night, just before bedtime, you tell caleb that you want to try face sitting. 

he was fidgeting the entire time, no matter how calm and gentle he tried to appear while the two of you went over the details. you had no idea if he was nervous because he might end up not liking it, or because he might like it too much. 

(little did you know, he was trying his reaaal hardest to not bust a nut the second you proposed it. would caleb ever admit it? no. absolutely not. he's gotta appear cool in front of you, after all. maybe he would own up to it though, after it's all over.) 

but later that night, while he's tonguing you with that lithe, pink muscle in such a delicious, mind-boggling manner, something is piqued and it isn't your interest. your eyebrows raise with every calculated lick over the crevices, the folds, smooth with spit.

he's kind of a natural at this.

the fingers in his hair now belong to you just as much as the rest of him. "you're weirdly good at this. are you sure you've never tried this with anyone else?" 

it wasn't intended to come off insecure; you tried to deliver it as nonchalant as possible whilst your fingers were busy in his hair. 

he knows better though. caleb peers up at you with those stupidly beady eyes—now, however, they were droopy with a deeply rooted contentment. you feel him smile, loopy, drunk on your flavor. you wonder if he'd willingly let himself be suffocated under your body weight like this.

"hmm?" 

the vibrations would make any person's toes curl, traitorous thighs flexing around his head. the idiot moans in unabashed approval, low and shameless as he keeps his eyes on you. 

one large palm of his takes a greedily handful of your ass, and smacks. hot air is breathed out over your skin, his tongue flat against the tender flesh, drinking up the flood of arousal that soaked your labia. 

"questionin' my loyalty after all these years? when i've got my mouth full of you? i'm wounded," he dryly replies. despite his words, he doesn't sound mad at all. more pleased, if anything, undoubtedly by the way it fed his ego. 

you huff, bottom lip jutting out.  "well, you seem plenty experienced—"

"eh, not really."

caleb's adjusting the position with a tight, guiding grip so you weren't fully seated down on him. blowing onto the perky, swollen hood at the apex of your core. enamored, he was drinking in every groove and fold of your bare sex. embarrassment creeps up your spine with a vengeance so violent, you nearly bolt. 

he muses quietly, "dreams will never compare to the real thing." 

"what're you—"

"ah-ah-ah. talk later. also, weirdly good? what's your basis for comparison, huh?"

caleb pulls you back down, groaning hotly as the taste floods his palate. the ravenous glitter in those smoldering lilac eyes reduce him into something primal, wanting to satiate his most base needs. and that was only possible through you. 

and you're keening above him, hands frantically holding onto the headboard in a series of breathless gasps. it's cute; it makes him internally cheese at his effect on you. unfortunately, you don't seem to share the same sentiment, because you're promptly trying to get off of his head as your stomach tenses.

"caleb," you moan, and some branch of his sanity snaps clean off. 

it shatters when you absentmindedly grind your hips, fucking dragging the folds of your cunt up his chin, lips, nudging his nose, leaving a trail of your slick and his spit on his face. 

a plea from you, "wait, it's too direct—"

shrapnels of iridescent midnight and scarlet spark around your hips, fireworks in the palm of your hands. it takes a moment to register, but he devours the transformation of your expression nonetheless. the dazed look, the confusion, the realization. 

and caleb's the picture boy of arrogance as he activates his evol, forcing you to stay in position. the indignation that sparks in your body is only minimized by the thick, sweet moisture that drips onto his chin, one he's eager to lap up, the ambrosia honeyed in the back of his throat.

the world was truly cruel for ever trying to separate the both of you.

"since when did i say you could move? you can't just get up and leave me here, pipsqueak. surely, you aren't cruel enough to deny me some bonding with you." 

the tip of his tongue dips into the soft hole of your sex, curling experimentally. air humming around your bodies, one arm curled over your thigh, the other hand snaking around to smooth over your chest as he spells his name into your cunt. 

c-a-l-e-b. 

then in morse code, dragged out lines and probes. 

then his last name. 

and m-i-n-e.

"if signing papers at work was as easy as this, i'd have more allies than i have enemies." he hums in satisfaction, utterly lovesick as he drags his sticky lips up to suck on your clitoris, savoring the way your muscles tense and quiver in anticipation of your climbing orgasm. he can't wait to taste that.

"you're just as mouthy down here as you are up there, y'know," he comments, eyelids crinkling into crescent moons. as if he didn't say something so profoundly lewd that it'd make any sex enthusiast blush. 

"you must really like talking to me more than you let on." 

he plants a smooch over your drooling entrance, affectionate, as if it'd silence the little squelching noises it made with every slow contraction of your inner muscles. 

contemplation solidifies into surety on his handsome face, his hungry eyes turning into something more tangy, more mischievous. the crackles of his evol warp around you. 

you get the sudden, immense feeling that you're in for it. that you're in danger.

he presses his mouth up to your core, stare intent and full of a love so potent you think you're gonna be sick. "do you think if i come inside, it'll swallow just like you do?"

the air leaves your lungs. you wheeze, "caleb—"

"you'd let me test it, right?" he asks, voice softened by the need edging behind it. "you're always so good. you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

before you could retort on how he was asking so many questions, you're suddenly being flipped. the world spins, and you mistakenly take it as the end of the entire damn universe, squeezing your eyes shut as wind lashes at your skin and your back hits the cushion. 

when you open them, you're kind of bent. upper body splayed on the bedspread, your lower body awkwardly held up by caleb's arms — thighs still snug on either side of his head. now, he's urgently tucking pillows underneath your hips, angling you up, smearing another kiss onto your cunt. everything done with such fluidity, not an ounce of struggle in his taut, muscular form. 

then he spits, and you flinch. before you could even ask what the hell he was doing, he buries his face into you, tongue shamelessly pushing and pulsing against your spasming pussy — letting his spittle pool in there like a filthy brand. heat boils in your lower belly, burning your skin and you're clenching before you could think it through.

"fuck," he whispers. the rare curse slipping like a prayer from his swollen lips, awe heavy in his inflection. "you really drank it up." 

was the bedroom always this hot?

caleb, once so composed and the epitome of restraint, appeared voracious from this position. and the sight of your cunt squeezing around air, pulling the webbed mixture of his saliva and your arousal into the sinful cradle of your walls. 

gravity is the coil of a snake around your body, and you're the very fruit he's craved. caleb hums, thoughtful and pleased, just before diving back in, "let's find out."