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──────<3 YOUR LORDSHIP ༺♱༻

WEEK 1 | SINNERS SAVAGERY / ERISETOBER

| Synopsis | When the tempestuous waves crash against the shore and the sky turns a foreboding grey, human shells cower in fear as the mighty lord of the seas, Leviathan, awakens from the darkest pit of the deep, seeking for a human companion to aid her lonely voyage.

| Synopsis | Yelan as Leviathan x Mortal!Reader

| Setting | MONSTER AU / Historical Era

| Scenario | [ ONESHOT ] EVENTUAL SMUT Porn with plot. Long introduction. Arranged marriage. Emotionally abusive parents. Kidnapping. Yelan saved Reader. Hemipenes [ Double cocks ] Monsterfuck, kinda, but Yelan is in her human form. Size kink. Tail kink… Is that a thing? Consent is hot. Soft-Dom!Yelan and Virgin-Sub!Reader. No gendered pronouns used only female anatomy. Went with the flow while writing so uh yeah. NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ]

⚝ Used to hate Yelan a lot since I don't fw her haircut but after writing this she ain’t that bad tbh. Maybe mischaracterized, I stopped playing the archon quest and genshin in general since Sumeru release. ⚝ Including biblical references and quotes in an eventual smutshot is crazy work Ik. ⚝ Not a native speaker, just a professional dyslexic yapper + VERY RUSHED WRITING ESPECIALLY AT THE END.

[ Word count: 5205 ] | Art credit: kgynh on Twitter

Love's true essence eludes reality when forced upon by one's own guardian.

Can humanity's most sought-after reward retain its meaning amid the sea of obligations?

The shortest and simplest answer is a definite no to the victim and an utter negation to the assailant.

It seemed as though time had slipped away, as if it were only yesterday that you were a child, running barefoot along the shoreline, embracing the sea like your own kind.

Now you're freshly twenty, walking barefoot with jewelry decorating every inch of your figure and outfitted in an expensive ivory wedding dress funded by a husband whom you have never spoken to nor seen with your own eyes.

Once an innocent, carefree child turned into a young virgin delicacy for the rest of the world to corrupt, offered by your most trusted protectors, you could never again call your parents.

It's for the future of everyone here, my dearest eldest child; you are the only one capable of bestowing glory on our village, so shine, my dear, and bring forth a new era for this accursed world.

No more would your beloved, caring mother tell tales of fairy tales, replacing them with those orations each night you succumbed to uneasy slumbers, like a reminder of the miserable future that would descend upon you.

Straighten your posture, child, drop the sorrow and curve those lips, child, stop consuming so much cuisine, child; His Highness the prince wouldn't want an indolent pig as his lifelong partner.

No more would your kind father carry you through mountains and forests to show you the falsehood of paradise your child self formerly gleamed at; now he who had turned into an unfeeling man would deport you across the thunderous waves to your new life with your unknown lover.

Seated on the boat and obscured by your veil, you could only stare mindlessly at the bouquet in your hands, all the while the entirety of your community swarmed the harbor in a declaration of celebration for your safe expedition and soon-to-be prosperous life.

Children who were like you and knew nothing better than to trust their protectors admired you and wished for a future like yours, not knowing about the torture you had and would have to face. Adults who saw you grow only wish for you to one day return to this lowly village for a blessing from people who they view as higher life and, to some extent, as God-beloved children. At last, your guardians who know the cruel truth don't bat an eye at your suffering and only wish to rid themselves of you and ask forgiveness when you soon flourish in the castle life.

You realize now that all those times of 'joyous' occasions and 'love' were not anything more than a ploy, a gamble, a hefty investment that your supposed parents made the very day you were born into this world.

Do not forget about the hardship you have faced and the community that has helped you awaiting here for your anticipated return; rejoice in luxury, and proffer our kindness with your blessing, my sweet child!

Your mother's distant voice screams out in a mixture of woefulness and elation, a grand final act in her show to manipulate your already shell-shocked heart into forgiving and forgetting.

Can one's own soul mend in the face of a fierce storm?

When the world seems to continue living on while yours has stopped, a shadow of its former self, a living corpse in a world of angel-disguised devils.

Have there been no solutions to resolve this impending doom, or have the solutions always been impending doom?

A presumed hour has passed since you began your journey through the ocean; silence was all the sound you seemed to hear, with the occasional "hmph" or sigh from the man who gave life to you.

"Are you going to soak and stare mindlessly in misery for the remaining period of time? You are a smart child; I'm sure you understand that it will be long until the next sunrise before we're standing on land again."

A part of you wishes to answer, to once in your life unleash the raging sorrow he and the woman he married have anchored you to, but like always, you find your tongue tied to an invisible knot, unable to fight back due to the cowardly mannerism you've learned to adapt to.

"Resentment and anger are not traits desired by heaven, child; one day you will come to realize that the things we have done are for the sake of your own good. Had we not done so, you would be living with a poor man and left to be a rotten peasant, unable to blossom into your true potential."

Your grip on the bouquet tightens, such blaring words spoken to be only lies to ease the guilt; if his putative wisdom has a scent, it would be of the foulest smell one could inhale.

Sensing the tension in the atmosphere, for once the man chose not to escalate the situation further in fear of tragedy, especially being in the middle of practically nowhere in the vast sea.

People spoke of God as a heroic savior of the world, yet had never once in their lifetimes seen this magnificent being above humans and animals, mortal and immortal, life and death.

How can he, who is worshiped by the world as the one true salvation, allow his creations to suffer so greatly?

For the first time in a long time, you turn your gaze away from the flowers, not out of boredom, not out of impatience, but out of helplessness, out of your daydream for the life you longed for and lost in consequence of humankind's greed.

You lift your veil to reveal just enough to see with one hand while still withholding your grip on the flowers. Your first sight of the world is the ocean, a natural phenomenon you've adored for as long as you could walk; if you were asked to explain why you are so heavily interested in it, you would reply with a simple "Who wouldn't?" But if they were to ask you on a deeper level, you would respond that because you feel like nothing understands you more than it does, it's not a human, it's not a being, but because of such quality, it's why you're so fond of it.

The world is cruel, so very cruel, and so to have something as tranquil and peaceful as this enormous paradise is something to be adored with the utmost devotion.

Those of his believers who pour countless nights and days into seeking his divine revelation deserve more than silent destruction.

If God truly does exist, surely he'd answer his faithful servant's pleas for grace rather than having them suffer such a cold fate.

Before your so-called father could stop you, your hand meets the cool yet oddly soothing warmth of the water, a rare upward curve forming in the corner of your lip as a singular tear falls down and becomes one with Earth's own heaven.

If God does exist, if the legend and the myth are tales of truth, then please, please set your gaze on me; please save me from this miserable life, your lordship.

The winds begin to howl, and the sky darkens to a foreboding gray; far away from you, tempestuous waves crash violently against the coast. A single lightning strike ominously appears in the distance of the gray sky, sending chills down your spine at the signal of an impending storm.

The boat rocks violently, and you struggle to maintain stability, clutching tightly onto the edge of the boat while your father tries to manage the situation somehow, but it proves easily inefficient as a mere mortal is nothing against Mother Nature.

Your veil nearly flew off your head, and in a moment of panic, you let go of the flowers in your hand for the very first time in the interest of keeping the veil from flying away.

The boat rolls dangerously as the waves increase in abnormal strength; you struggle to hold on, and your father's screams are nearly drowned out by the cacophony of intense wind and waves if it weren't for the distinct pitch between nature and human fear.

With much grappling, you look upward to where your father's sight is set upon, and your face turns pale, hearts pounding in absolute fear from the sight of a creature only described in fairy tales and biblical books as the supreme sovereign of the seas. Unlike consuming content from secondary sources of its fearsome status, its appearance is much more petrifying in real life; from its awakening, ripples of dread are sent through the entire atmosphere, as if the very ocean itself is a body of its powerful might.

The sea serpent colossus's size covers the sky in its mass alone, and all you can do is watch in powerlessness, but as the initial fear disappears, you can't help but feel a surge of admiration for the majestic creature that has risen from the depths to grace you with its presence.

In essence, Leviathan is not just a creature of myth but can be portrayed as a powerful embodiment of the ocean’s mysteries, evoking awe and fear in equal measure; yet at this moment, Leviathan is not a myth or an embodiment anymore.

You slowly stand up, wanting to reach out for the monster in spite of your puny existence compared to it; perhaps this feeling is a manifestation of your love for the ocean. Maybe you were wrong this whole time, that this entire time the boundless mysterious abyss was, in fact, a being of greater worth than a mere mortal can comprehend. Could it be that the reason why you felt so heavily connected to the ocean was due to the fact that such a creature lay dormant in it? Could it be the case that this whole time someone has been accompanying you in your most vulnerable and lonely moments?

You stand up on your bare feet, both hands outstretched high above like a priest offering their devotion to God; you gaze up toward Leviathan, and your heart nearly bursts as you see you have gained its full attention.

"Your lordship." You whisper so silently that even your confused, fear-struck father, who is sitting beside you, cannot hear, but those words are not meant for mortal ears after all.

The last thing you feel is a coldness so soothing it could be a camouflage for fire as it engulfs you before darkness consumes you into a comforting slumber, one you've been deprived of since as early as your formative years.

It is when one has been confined for so long in the presumably eternal abyss that the light seems to shine so luminously.

Your eyes flutter open, rising to consciousness; a deep breath escapes your lips as you try to recall what has occurred, only for you to be sidetracked by where you are.

In contrast to the rough feeling of the wooden boat, you now lie comfortably in an astonishingly expensive, spacious bed made for what can only be assumed to be a titan or of the utmost royalty.

You look down at yourself and realize you're not fitted in a white ivory dress anymore but rather in extravagant, exquisite, and elaborate bridal attire belonging to a culture you're not all too familiar with.

Spotting a large mirror not too far away, you rise to your feet and examine yourself, and to your complete and utter shock, the dress was of a quality you could only have dreamed of; in comparison to the dress, the room that you thought was too lavish is lowly.

The attire is of a stunning ultramarine and silver color, with intricate embroidered patterns of what looks to resemble a sea serpent and floral motifs covering the entire garment. It's voluminous, creating a flowy silhouette and a sense of grandeur, and to add to its flowiness is your veil, which is elevated by a silver headpiece as detailed as the entire apparel.

In the corner of your eye, you spot fully bloomed lotuses with their countless petals decorating the dark blue marble floor.

Must it be that the one who brought me here intends to put on a show and allow me to follow those flowers to their awaiting destination? You thought, quite skeptical of this mysterious stranger's intentions, but seeing the pleasantries you have been showered with, you opted not to draw the wrong judgment quite yet.

You pull down your veil, which, unlike its appearance, is quite translucent on the inside—a heavily desired distinction from your previous opaque one.

At a slow pace, you follow the lotus, leaving the room for an even more unfamiliar environment; outside the bedroom is a long hallway decorated with various ornamentations that are illuminated by bioluminescent organisms you've only heard tales about.

Continuing to follow the lotuses, you admire the serene atmosphere, despite knowing nothing about anything and everything; the place seems to give a familiar feeling you've only felt toward the vast expanse of water.

You turn down countless corridors and admire different décor before you come to a stop at a grand, sturdy arch entrance; carved in it is what looks to be the depiction of Leviathan, the almighty sea serpent you have come to witness and live to tell the tale of. As well as what looks to be a mortal woman behind it, albeit a very unlikely assumption with her obscure body featuring characteristics impossible to be found on a human.

A slow inhalation and exhalation release through your nose and out of your mouth before your hands push the door open.

"Does the scenery satiate your taste, or is there any adjustment you desire to make?" A deep, rich, feminine voice booms.

You're a bit taken aback by the sound of another living being, and especially a female one at that. If it weren't for her voice, you would have mistaken the woman for a male at first sight given her chosen outfit. Similar to you, she is seemingly clothed in bridal attire with half of her chest uncovered by fabric or hair. Long, flowing garments in place of pants share colors and detailing exactly like yours with minor adjustments; a silky robe is wrapped around her like a sash, and the rest of her features are concealed by the canopy veil hanging from the roof of the castle.

She's seated on top of a throne as grand as the room is, and by the windows that are engraved in the wall, you realize that you have been underwater this whole time. Which explains the unusual source of lighting and unique embellishment never seen in this era.

A gulp ran down your dry throat, and your immediate thought was to go on your knees and bow, but you were stopped by her commanding voice.

"You are not to behave by the rules your kind has set, because here you are of the highest life that the mortal soul can achieve. Come closer; I'm sure you are curious to see what I appear as, little one."

It takes a while for any sort of response or action to manifest, but soon enough, one did.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, this may be an intrusive question, but may I know what you are addressed by? In particular, your title or name, perhaps if you are to grant me both."

The mysterious being seems to be quite surprised but amused; you see the shadow of her head resting on her fisted hand as she answers your question with much delight.

"You are much more intriguing than meets the eye; it is no illusion that you are a unique character indeed; you should take pride in the fact of such a deed so highly as to be offered as a bride to a prince, given your status as a lower life." A chuckle was released, followed by a dreamy sigh. "Of course, I am no different; never have I risen to the mortal realm and met such a gem; you must be of this planet's favorite creation to be so blessed."

At the mention of 'favorite' and 'blessed,' you are quick to protest, an act you yourself are surprised by, taking into account your history.

"You are mistaken, your liege; I am by no means favored, and least of all blessed."

"Hm, I see," she paused. "To answer your question, you must already know me by my true form. The one whom you called 'your lordship,' the formidable sea serpent, as you mortals describe me, and by my given name, Leviathan."

At the revelation, you are much amazed; Levithan had been a name you often associated with a male creature, given its appearance, but you do recall that in one particular book, you can't place your finger on the name of, which has described Levithan as a female monster that dwells in the deepest part of the watery abyss.

"Awed, I see? You're quite an amusing little one, but I do request that you do not refer to me by that name, as it does not fit my taste. I particularly like the name Yelan, and I do hope you agree with it."

Without thinking, you begin making your way to the Lord, eager to see the one who has saved you from a miserable life, the one to rid you of a horrible life with a man who could dispose of you anytime he sought.

"I am merely an underling in a position compared to your lordship."

You were only a fair step away from seeing the godly being yourself before being swept off your feet by a massive, rugged tail. You yelped, eyes closing in fright, only to feel yourself pressed up against foreign, frosty flesh that was quite comforting in spite of its temperature.

"Repeated words are a time waster, and I'm sure I do not need to remind you again that you are not to behave by the rules your mortal friends or foes have established in that pretty little head of yours."

"I... I'm sorry, Your Highness; please do not punish me," you whimpered aloud, frightful even with the hospitality and kindness accentuating Yelan's words.

"Punish you? I am a feared monster indeed, but I am not without a soul; harming you would be a war set against grace itself."

Her rough hand carefully and tenderly touches your chin like the softest of materials, tilting it up patiently to face her.

"Open your eyes, my heaven."

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and without any second consideration, you did as you were commanded. A single beat skipped within the close proximity of Her Highness; from a distance, she may have seemed the average human size, but being this close to her, on her lap specifically, you're awed by her enormous stature.

"Your Majesty...I-you're... huge."

Her pale skin is adorned with scales that are inherent to her true form, light jade-hued eyes bore into you like a gourmet to be savored rather than devoured, and dark blue hair with asymmetrical bangs that are lighter at the tips seems to tie it all together to make a manifestation of the perfect combination between a mythical creature and a mortal female.

Another chuckle, this time a little longer, emits from her, and you swear your pupil seems to take on the appearance of a heart at the paradisiacal sight blossoming before you.

"Oh, how I adore mortal words; it has been a long time since I have had the company of another."

Her tail slithers its way to your waist and pulls you in closer—an act in anticipation of unforeseen events, but one that you suspect will happen sooner than expected.

"But my lord... how can I, a mere human, be able to accompany you?"

"Are you suggesting I am not capable of taking care of you? If there are things you require, then a single word to me and your wish shall be granted. If you believe it's impossible, then I will rival against the heavens for it to become a reality."

"No, no, my lord, you are much more than one can imagine, but I fear I am not capable of surviving in such an environment, as I have observed; we are underwater, and I do not have the ability to breathe under such conditions, nor do I have any power."

When His Lordship arrived, it was one where many prayed countless times for it and never got to witness it in their lifetimes.

To be able to be in possession of such dutiful hands is to be seen beyond the flesh and into the deepest part of one's soul.

That day I learned that God truly does exist on this wasted planet and that God is not a man of the beyond but a woman with a nurturing soul.

"I see, you should have mentioned it earlier," her gaze evidently grew dim. "I have a method of transferring my power to you, gaining you access to my pool of destruction, albeit the technique is rather an intimate act, and by performing this, you would be marked as wholly mine, and your soul will be bound to me for as long as you have the will to exist."

Much to your shame, an immediate "yes" escaped from your lips, which left Yelan a bit taken aback by the response; nevertheless, it's one that doesn't go unappreciated by her.

"My sweet mortal, as much as I am flattered by your agreement, I suggest reconsidering all the restrictions you may have to face, and most importantly, that you are not to return to your realm without my supervision for fear that your breed may label you as part of witchcraft or satanic magic."

You shake your head; you may long for your past life when the moon is at its fullest, where the most breathtaking night sky reveals itself as the world rests, but you would never dare return to the misery forced upon you ever again.

"Your lordship, I am sold off to a man whom I have never longed for, like I have longed for a companion each moment my body embraces the sea; never have I heard his voice the same way the waves whisper a delightful siren song to my ears, nor have I grown to love every perfect imperfection of the stranger as I have to your land."

Yelan's ears turn a deep blue hue at the helix—a phenomenon you haven't a clue about the means of its cause, but you take her cheeky grin as a blissful reaction.

"And you are certain of your choice; there is no return from then on."

"I have not thought of anything but a future with you, my lord."

Yelan's features lit up with much ecstasy, and her smile exceedingly widened as she cupped your entire head with one palm, bringing you ever closer with each ring of an echoing bell.

"Then may you allow me to have a kiss?"

"Yes, my sovereign."

Thus, the tragic tale of a young mortal sold to a foreign land ends as a tale of a beauty blessed by the heavens, and a monster feared by the lords begins.

Yelan hovers above you, naked from the top half of her body, her face flustered with uneven breath reflecting yours. What was a passionate exchange of blissful lips meeting quickly stirred up the deprived sea serpent, and now you're a complete mess spread out on top of another bountiful bed for her eyes to feast on.

You're breathless, as the woman who treated you with much care is barely able to restrain herself from almost attaching her lips to yours. Your head throbs from the intensity, but you can't help admitting that this is all so new and exciting; after all, you haven't given up your virginity yet or even touched yourself.

Like a mind reader, Yelan asked, "You haven't done this before, have you? How pure; I'm almost intimidated to corrupt such innocence. If it is all too much, yell out 'lotus'; I do not want your first time to be unsatisfactory."

"Hgh... Understood, my lord."

"Yelan. I am no more or less now that I am to mate with you; we are of equal ranking. If you must, you can still refer to me as please, but I will admit the truth that I do want to hear my name out of your delectable enunciation."

"Okay—Yelan."

Yelan's instinct to the callout of her name is to kiss you again, never satiated by how addictive mortal flesh can be. You gasp into the drastically different monument of the kiss, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she plunges you further into the generous bedding.

You tried returning her touch with eager vigor but found your hands accidentally pressed against the middle of your crotch due to your unfamiliarity with a half-beast, half-mortal form. You're flustered as an involuntary moan leaves you at the feeling of her monstrous size while Yelan is quick to use the opportunity to slither her long tongue inside, which has your body inducing visual stimuli.

You choke even more when you feel her grab your attire and rip it apart with her claws; you whine at the act, quite saddened as you have grown quite attached to the outfit, and as a result, Yelan mumbled a quiet "sorry" in between hungry kisses.

"Yelan... needs—more, ah, fast—faster!"

You come to regret your words a tad bit when you feel her lengthy tail slither its bulk around your thigh and an inch away from your womanhood.

"Comfortable or-"

"Please."

She doesn't question your neediness, nor does she require any more words for her to thrust some of the length inside, careful not to harm you as she deems you not suitable for many insertions yet.

You cry out her name at the intrusion, gripping her back and scarring it at that, but it doesn't matter as she moves from your lips to mark your body while getting rid of the distraction covering your frame.

Time is an unchangeable aspect of the universe, but in this moment of elation, it seems to go on for an eternity while flashing faster than one can comprehend the flicker of lightning. You're a whimpering mess as Yelan plants her imprint onto you. How long has it been, how long have you been doing it, and how long are you able to go on—these are all questions you don't know the answers to, and one that is least of your concerns at the feelings of how staggering her erotic touches are.

Satisfied enough to finish her final touches on your neck and collarbone, she moves to your chest, pressing airy kisses to each nipple before setting her lukewarm mouth to suck on one while rubbing the other.

"Mmm... mn, ah.. your highness, Yelan. So-so..g..” Your words run dry at the overstimulated sensations running their course.

“No need to say anything; just focus your pretty little mind on making those delectable sounds, and let me take care of the rest.”

"Shhh, no need to say anything; focus your pretty little mind on feeling my devotion to you and making those delectable sounds. Let me take care of you."

Out of the blue, Yelan pulled her tail out of you, causing you to let out a whiny whimper at the loss of contact, but not long after it would be replaced by a hitched breath.

You have never seen a penis before, only heard of its description and what its function to society is, but nobody has ever told you that they're almost as large as the size of your head, and two of them at that.

"Haha, don't look so excited now; it's truly a tempting invitation to my constrained self-control. My tail already has difficulty trying to enter you; to think you can fit these two little beasts of mine is beyond impossible."

You pull your lips into a dainty pout with a tilt of your head.

“Is there no other way to pleasure one another, my liege?”

“You're so curious and such an obedient little one too; I truly struck gold when I found you.” Yelan kissed your cheek and slowly intertwined your hand, guiding it to wrap around the base of her shaft.

"For other means of pleasure, I can, of course, change the size of them, but it wouldn't be entertaining, now would it?" She teased, causing your clitoris to ache for her again. "I'm merely playing the fool, as I have stated; harming you is like a war against heaven. I'm sure this would be amusing to you; just move your hand up and down like this." Yelan demonstrated the movement on her large genitalia, and you perked up as you saw her ears turn a darker color, an indication you picked up as a sign of fluster.

"I'm curious, Your Highness; does a mortal man have two reproductive parts as well?"

You use both hands to give both of her members equal attention, and you are rewarded for this by a raspy moan as well as an even greater hardening of the twin beast.

"In rare cases, perhaps, but I am no mortal, and especially not a man."

Yelan, grab your hands and pin them above your head, leaving you helpless and useless with only your sight available to witness her shrinking her tools down to a size compatible with your body.

"And no mortal is capable of giving you the satisfaction you are entitled to, nor can any arise and satiate this overwhelming lust like you are in a position to."

She inserts both beasts in each of your holes, causing you to cry out her name in slight pain with overarching ecstasy. Her tails wrap around you, and she ushers her lips down to your neck, kissing and thrusting simultaneously to bring you to your well-deserved orgasm.

You feel a soothing coldness enveloping you like the ocean's hug, your back arching off the ground as your head throws back, seeing the deepest part of the beautiful watery abyss.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

"The Lord is who I shall cherish evermore as my beloved soulmate." You said it out loud, opting not to write it in the last line of your autobiography.

"Exquisitely written and articulated, my dearest bride."

Yelan kissed your cheek when you turned to her after you finally stopped writing, having silently watched you and touched the floral mark of her symbol tattooed on your womb, now turning your attention solely to her.

"Your ways with words never change, do they, your lordship?"

"It has become second nature to me, hailing from the deepest part of my once indestructible soul, whose only weakness is one single mortal."

In her was life, and that life was the light of all humankind.

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ultimate-babygirl · 1 year ago

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Yan Kalim + Jamil/Reader HCs

I went and made a whole new blog just so I could post these thoughts.

Jamil was NOT very happy about the idea of sharing. At first. He warmed up to it a little though after seeing his partner dressed in the most expensive outfits one could imagine because Kalim refuses to let his sweetheart walk around in anything worth less than $600

Kalim actually LOVES sharing. He is the number one Jamil/Yuu shipper. If Yuu decided they wanted to run away and marry Jamil alone Kalim would find his way to the wedding to pose as best man. He’d be a little disappointed, but they’re his two favorite people ever.

Is he a little yandere for Jamil too?? Perhaps a smidgen

His biggest thing is watching them. Whether it’s sitting in a chair next to the bed, or with Yuu propped up against his chest while Jamil fucks them. He loves to see his two favorite people making love.

Before they got together his go to fantasy was Jamil and Yuu. Always.

Jamil fucks like a machine btw. He LOVES overstimulation. Wants to fuck Yuu until they’re sobbing and can’t take anymore.

Ik a lot of ppl don’t like the concept of Jamil using his UM on his darling but. I’m fucking obsessed w/ it. Love hypnotism/mind control. Literally just anything in that area.

Anyway Jamil uses his UM to make Yuu feel twice as much as before, or to dull sensations. Anything that makes them frustrated. He finds it adorable.

I can never stop thinking ab this hypnosis vid I watched YEARS ago and now can’t find titled “Pain is Pleasure”. Jamil doing that to Yuu.

He fucks them until they literally can’t take it anymore and faint. He’ll stop then, but only because it’s not as fun without getting to see their tears.

Kalim is a great buffer for that actually. He’s a sweetheart and wants his darling treated gently. He usually stops Jamil from being too rough, but the second Jamil gets Yuu alone it’s over

Kalim’s gotten them alone a few times! He prefers the soft and slow approach. Lots of sweet kisses and praise. Jamil might call you his little whore but Kalim knows you’re his treasure.

Mirror sex w/ Kalim,,,,,,

Kalim gets Yuu in front of a mirror and touches them all while talking about how pretty and smart they are. Yuu always ends up flushed down to their chest by the end of it.

Kalim will make them repeat him. He doesn’t want the words going in one ear and out the other, so they have to say it themself! He hates punishing them but if it comes down to it he’ll stop touching until Yuu says it.

Kalim holding them down while Jamil uses his UM,, WAH

I know logically that for his UM he doesn’t have to like. Speak in a special voice or anything. But I can imagine.

“You’re our little treasure, understand? You’ll never leave us. You love us, after all.”

Kalim is a little insecure at the idea that Yuu didn’t already love them, but Jamil assures him this is just a safety net. Yuu is their little treasure, and so many people would love to steal something so beautiful.

In conclusion. Yeah I like them a lot

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losercade · 11 months ago

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Listening to Sherlock & Co! Thoughts so far:

EP. 5:

- these thoughts are gonna be WAYYY less coherent bcoz I have classes lmfao

- OW

- "hes just practicing something" AND WHAT IS HE PRACTICING???

- his mom??

- "did you listen to the illu-"

- that's Linda for you 😒

- ARCHIEEEE YEAHHHHHHHH

- thanks Alan 😀

- shoot I gotta look that guy up :(

- I missed the train :(

- oh yeah it's dog time we got a dog in sherlock & co oh yeah

- "are you a happy boy sherlock?"

- I want to feed ducks too

- "I'm smiling because the feral ones chased you" <- I'd say that to my friends

- ouch.

- "her outfit is expensive 😒"

- vERY BREIFLY

- how does he know their friend has vanished

- "I KNOW HOW TO CHARM A WOMAN. BELIEVE ME 😀"

- ha my friends have no idea I'm listening to this.

- what is she saying 😭

- "bye Archie 👋"

- oh wow indeed

- way too fast yeesh

- crime adjacent 👍

- I'm confused too Sherlock. Didn't know people rehearsed weddings..

- "almost green 😨"

- 🚩🚩🚩

- yeah ik that sorta vibe I gotchu

- "they're in the wrong key" OH NO 😭😭😭

- ROBERT 😨😨😨

- hes a fan oh no 😨

- WEDDING CRASHER 💥💥

- ITS A GHOST

- OH SHOOT ITS NOT A GHOST

#thoughts #sherlock & co

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libra-lizard · 2 years ago

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A Beginner’s Guide to Fixing a Heart You Didn’t Break 3/6

The Wedding? Called off.

The Honeymoon? Paid for.

The Bride? Inviting an old friend to join her on an all expenses paid trip to Europe.

Left heartbroken and contemplating the benefits of never leaving her apartment again, Lexi makes a drunken decision to take one last trip for no reason other than to help her forget. Fezco, on the other hand, is intent on trying to find a way to help her learn how to heal.

Step 3: Encourage Joy

#fexi doing touristy things in Amsterdam #stroopwafel sweethearts #pls let me share my love for this song and Teske #I speak zero Dutch but I love her music #Spotify #fexi #fexi fic #fexi fanfic #pinterest shuffles #lizard fic

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siriuslysatorusimping · 1 year ago

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kikooo omg the recent chap made me soo emotional those idiots 🤧🤧 so happy i got to join this story cant believe my bbys r gettin married feels like yesterday when gojo was still asking how her technique works 😭 AND WTF THIS MAN SPENT 19002000€ LIKE THATS WILD JUST IMAGINE HOW MUCH THE WEDDING IS GOING TO BE LIKE IK ITS NOT GONNA BE BIG BIG but now that i think about it the honeymoon is probably gonna cost more BAJANAJSJSJI anyways 🤧🥹thank u for writing and sharing this story this is and will be my jjk canon now

😂 the wedding is going to be very lowkey and chill. Think the Japanese equivalent of a courthouse wedding, actually.

They're both so exhausted lol but the honeymoon. Yeah, they're gonna disappear for a while.

ALSO, the primary reason the ring was so expensive was the black jade! Genuine black jade is really fucking expensive but once Gojo decided that was what he was getting, ain't no way he gonna skimp on the ring for the love of his life 😂🥹💕

Thank you for reading!!!! It's been such a wonderful ride 😊

#sweet asks #another level asks #another level #sweet anons #gojo and rinko

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solarianradiance · 8 months ago

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Princess Bubblegum gazed upon herself in the mirror, she had just finished putting on the blue dress Ice King had given her. While she did not appreciate the threat of being frozen in a block of ice, she did not question the results, even if it did make her look did match with his as if she were some sort of Ice Princess.

“Daaaang... I actually look incredible in this dress! Which is normal for me, because I can anything look great by wearing it! But this isn’t what I expected at all!” She said to herself. “It does make my butt look like a dumptruck though. Still, I didn’t expect Ice King to get me a dress this good. Especially with how well it fits! ...Wait, why am I talking to myself?”

The dress fit snuggly around her torso, but the skirt and sleeves were flowing and open, giving her a broad floaty wind look to her. The blue of the dress not only did not clash with her pink skin and hair, it actually complimented it! Even the golden gorget upon her neck and Tiara that came with the dress really highlighted the look.

It made her seem like a truly mature Queen of Sugary Ice. She appreciated what she was seeing. Sadly, it was all because of Ice King, whom she wanted to kill. She picked up a hairbrush and started sharpening the handle of it into a shiv against the wall, thinking she could wait for him to let his guard down as he leaned into to kiss her, then shank him in the eyeballs.

She had plenty of places to easily hide a shiv now, the dress was Hella comfy, according to the Princess. Sadly, for her, the attempt of forging an instrument for a surprise murder was cut short. The entrance of the cage opened.

“Oh Princess~” The Ice King chimed, shattering Bubblegums desire for a Red Wedding. Which was a shame, because she wasn’t just the unknown guest that craved some crimson. “It’s almost~”

“UGH.” Said PB in Sacred German. “Der Mann aus dem Eis ist gekommen und ich bin nicht bereit, ihm das Leben zu nehmen... Traurig.”

“Yeah I sure love Gunter unconditionally myself! Glad you feel the same way about him!” IK jollied, he then gazed upon his bried to be in her new normal clothes. “Boy, you are lookin stunning in that dress! Even if it does make you look fat as red velvet kitty ice cream pound cake!”

“GGGRRRRR” She growled in a building rage. She found any compliments easy to take... except from the Ice King and her desire to smack him was strong.

“Speakin of which! Wanna come see the ceremony! The cake just arrived!”

“GGGRRR-Ooo! I’d love that!” PB chirped like a child who was just informed of receiving an expensive gift. “Okay show me!”

“Oh-ho! Somebody is eager to be fatter! You’re lucky I’m so into heavy bedding! Or at least tolerant of it! Follow me!”

PB chose to ignore the comment, mostly because she was willing to become thicc over his cake as the pair made their way out of the IK’s bedroom and through the Castle.

It was a simple structure, made entirely of Ice, with furniture and paintings and other such objects adorning the place, much of which was damaged from Penguin size chew marks or had graffiti on them. It was kinda cozy in a ‘Lunatic lives here’ sense.

PB knew the place quite well, much to her wish not to. She did know the Ice King shifted the rooms and structure around on occasion. Often after awakening after his Snow Seer induced hibernation's, he would overhaul the castle completely, only his bedroom remaining mostly the same. But there were rooms and chambers that PB suspected were untouched by the Ice King, either he forgot them, or he simply did not want to touch them with his Ice Magic. She also felt that there were chambers that were far older than either of them, but she could not be certain without taking the time to examine them with tools and she did not care to be here any longer than she had to be.

In fact, she was looking for a window of opportunity to escape. The castle could be very dangerous if her psychotic host was in a foul mood. She usually picked the lock on the cage door, or simply shattered the bars after some work and then jumped out the window, being made of gum meant the fall, while extremely cripplingly painful, was not fatal. Literally crawling through the snow and forest back home to safety would not be all that out of the ordinary for her.

But with that Snowstorm spell in full effect, she would be captured again, and with this magical gorget upon her neck that she can’t unlock, she wanted to minimize those chances of being kissed by Ice King, or anybody really. Ain’t nobody mind controlling Ooo's most eligible Bachlorette into settling down, because ain’t nobody in Ooo measures up to her reasonably achievable standards of being 13/10 hot, 10/10 powerful and completely loyal & obedient to her will. Not like it’s her fault everyone else is lazy, selfish and ugly. Cosmic surgery is a thing people!

The two entered a great hall and were met with a festive sight, wedding decorations were adorning every wall. Fresh ones, not the decade old ones she was used to. Clean floors and walls, a buffet. An aisle for the bride to walk down with rows of seat, mostly filled by Penguins. Said Penguins pattering about getting everything ready, ocassionally getting smacked away from the food tables by snow monsters IK left to guard.

The biggest eye draw of the room was a large convexed copper penny shield with the visage of Abraham Lincoln upon it, the redeemed Legendary King of Mars. Beneath that was an uplifted altar of ice and stood a podium upon which a Snow Monk, a random bearded purple mildly fat dude in robes, stood cutely next.

“So, what do ya think?! Pretty schwanky right?” IK said with pride as his eyebrows bobbed up and down.

“I...” She noticed much of the decor being pink, which she did not want to admit was appealing to her, it was the best color and the fact that pink exists automatically made every other color inferior, including Gold. “Guess it’s... nice. I’ve seen better though.”

“Well yeah, I fully admit that you can only go so far with pink drapes and blue ice, but the catering’s gonna knock ya socks off!” IK said with a chipper can-do attitude. “Anyways, over here we got the ice shrimp! Which is made out of pink ice, cuz I could not get actual shrimp, because Crab Princess was bein a real Kingler about it. So don’t try to eat it-GUNTER! SPIT THAT OUT!!!”

“Right, so...” Bubblegum began, trying to start a conversation. “Where is that cake you said?”

“Right over there, honey!” IK pointed to a corner, no wonder she didn’t see it. It was white shaped like cute kitty cat and yellow colored spots. “It’s a red velvet cake on a chocolate ic cream foundation with dark pink strawberry and vanilla yellow eggnog frosting for the spots! The eyes are blueberry frostin~”

“OOO! KITTY!!!” PB squealed. It was adorable, she loved kitties. And puppies. Ponies too. She did however noticed something about the strawberry kitten. “But... that isn’t pink.”

“What?!”

“It’s white. That’s a mostly vanilla frosting on that cake.”

IK stepped up and took a finger’s worth of the frosting and tasted it. It does taste of vanilla, but he could taste the strawberry faintly. “What the heck?! I KNOW this was strawberry when I last saw it! Did somebody devour the color or something?!”

An audible belch could be heard from above, the Invisible Woman clearly enjoying her feast of off red coloring as she smacked her lips.

“Hmm, guess I misremembered things... again.” IK gaslit himself, he felt embarrassed over his failure to remember things correctly. “I do that a lot for some reason.” He said scratching his where is magical crown sat.

A sudden rumble throughout the castle could be felt. Many of the rooms occupants looked around, trying to figure out what it was. Might have just been a random tremor and everyone decided to ignore it.

“It’s fine, cake is cake! I am cravin me some Cake of the Cat right here!” PB said as she reached for the plastered white pussy in front of her.

IK however, stopped her, grabbing her hands. “Whoa whoa, what do you think you’re doin?! Cake is for the reception, which is AFTER the ceremony, ya naughty lil piggy~”

“But...but I want it noooow!” PB whined like she was having cheese with it, acting as if she was 10 on Christmas Eve, filled with present lust.

“No!” Answered IK like a stern Father. “You can wait until AFTER the ceremony, like I said!”

Bubblegum did not like to be denied anything, ever, especially a treat she craved. Normally she would throw a temper tantrum, which wasn’t off the table, but she knew well enough how to get what she wanted in this case. She turned on the cutesy factor and dilated her eyes into massive sparkling anime orbs.

“Oh pwease mistah Ice King.” She said, sweeter than the sugar she was made out of. “Jus won widdle swice o’cake is all I ask. You won’t deny this lil ole indulgence to me on our, 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓎, would you?”

Ice King looked into her special anime sparkle eyes and was charmed like a schoolboy and his first crush. “Ooooh, you’re right, I won’t deny ya this lil dulge. Go ahead, grab a slice ya lil darlin dumplin!~ But juuust a tinsy slice~”

„𝖂𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖗~“She said like a fairly skilled painter that was rejected from art school, rubbing her hands together in excitement, mouthwatering in anticipation. She knew her ploy would work, it often did. Manipulating the hearts of others, especially Boys and Men, was a simple matter. Only ones to really resist her charms were Billy and the fool who, when it came to his crazy frozen madness, would not let it go.

She took up a knife and began to slice the wonderous treat, opting for a big blue eye. The size of the slice was, simply put, anything but small, quite large in fact. She readied a plate and planted the thing on it.

Before she indulged in her prize, she moved to hide the knife up her sleeve only to stop when she noticed the Snow Golem that was guarding the cake had took notice of her, cracking its snowy knuckles, letting her know not to do that.

Bubblegum slowly placed the knife back where she found it and picked up a fork instead to begin eating her prize. She knew the Snow monsters around here were dangerous and meant business. Instead, she took a bite and felt a swirl of sweet flavors.

“Oh Glob, this is so good it has to be fattening~” said the Pink woman as she stuffed her gob in a most unladylike manner.

“WENK!” Shouted a Penguin running into the room. “WENK! WENK! WENK!” It wenked in a panic.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down there Guntrud, what are you sqwakin about?!” IK leaned over to hear what the bird had to say. “Now take a deep bre-”

“WENK WENK!”

“WHAT?! An intruder! IN THE FRONT GATE?!” IK said in shock. “Well, that’s fine, the Ice-clops will take care-”

“Wenk wenk! WENK WENK!!!”

“MY ICECLOPS IS DEAD?!” Ice King shouted. “Impossible! No one has ever gotten passed the might Ice-clops since I offered to let him live in the gatehouse for the price of me not killing him if he refused! Not since... BILLY!”

“Billy!” Princess Bubblegum said under her breath, feeling a fire in her blood. “My hero! ~” She then took a big BIG bite of Cake meat into her maw and enjoyed the texture and flavor that was the mixture of Ice Cream with Confectionery.

“Okay! Game plan time!” The Ice King’s hands began to spark with magic again and he floated up into the air upon his flapping beard. Winds of magic began to whirl around them and the air crackles with the forces of the Elements. “COME FORTH MONSTERS OF ICE SNOW! DEFEND MY CASTLE AND MAKE THE FOOLS WHO ENTER GO!!!”

The Ice King began to shoot bolts of magic all around, most hitting the ground, and up sprang Golems of Ice and Monsters of Snow. The creatures groaned for blood and they stood up awaiting their masters' commands. There were many of them, filling the room with bodies of Ice and Snow.

“Go! GO! Kill ALL intruders within my domain! Ensure nobody enters this room until the wedding ceremony is complete.” The Ice King commanded.

The creatures obeyed with a Warcry as they charged out of the chamber and into the hallway towards the gatehouse.

“Okay, that should hold him off for a while!” Said IK with a worried huff. “Ain’t no way Billy and his luscious locks with his sexy abs gonna upstage me again! Not this time!”

“Oh please Ice King!” Said Bubblegum as she swallowed, readying another bite, almost like she was gloating. “You and I both know those creatures will slow him down enough! Billy will wreck those sucka’s like a golden shower on a snowoman!”

“Hmm, you’re right! I can’t leave anything up to chance!” IK pulled out a totem from his pocket(?), it was the figurine of some sort of warrior made of bright blue stuff that glittered. He placed it on the ground, and then stood back, his hands crackling with magic once more.

“What the bleep blop is that?” PB asked as she took a 2nd and 3rd slice of Ice cream cake.

“It’s an Ice Knight, summoned by this token! OF CHAOTIC EVIL!” IK Explained, with great enthusiasm, his words honied with malevolent delight. “He will serve the most wicked of beings and obey the most horrid of commands without question! Or at least that’s what the Snow Seers told me. They also told me to never summon him cuz he might rampage and kill peeps. I was savin this for a snowy day, and that day is now! ZAP!”

He hit the figurine with a bolt of magic and the things began to crackle and shake with that magic.

Suddenly a burst of light occurred and what came forth was some form of Icy looking warrior of the North. He was massive, covered from head to toe in Bright blue Icy armor with horns sticking out the sides of his head like a Viking or an Ox. His pauldrons too had horns, tough shorter. His face, if he had one, was covered by a plate with seven holes with a snowflake design upon it.

With him he carried an Axe in both hands and had a sword sheathed to his side.

It turned to Princess Bubblegum and kneeled. “What is thy bidding my Master?”

“Ummm... wha?” PB asked, confused as to why the Knight turned to her instead of Ice King, which was an appealing sight to her.

“HEY! OVER HERE!” IK shouted. “I’m your Master! I summoned you!!!”

“What? You again?! For realsies? DANGGIT!” The Knight asked. “Cuz I am s’pposed to serve Evil people and uh, she seems like the most evil person in this room right now.”

“HEY!” PB said, being fully offended. “I am not evil! I’m pragmatic!”

“Well, it’s just, you’re wearing that hot dress and those crowns and you got that look and stuff. Also wipe your face, it’s like, gross and stuff.” The Knight dead-assed. “You look like a stereotypical Evil Queen and everything.”

“I am a Princess! I am being held here against my will by that guy!” She pointed at the Ice King. “And I do a ton of good for people! ESPEICALLY LONG TERM! Do you have any idea how many lives I have improved in my lifetime?!”

“That’s exactly what a Tyrant would say to justify the means to their ends, so you must be evil.” Said the Knight. “Also, I can see your alignment, like that chick in that one Star Wars game, which is kind of... not blue. Which is good... which you are not. You’re more like a soft pink.”

"...I AM PINK!"

"I mean't your alignment aura."

“Well looks can be deceiving, BUCKO!” Countered PB. “And you must be color blind! Because I literally am pink, SO THERE!” She declared as she took a massive bite of cake.

“Whateves.” The Knight shrugged.

“GRRR ENOUGH!” Shouted the Ice King. “Ice Knight! Obey me, go forth and kill the intruders that have entered my domain!!!”

“Pffft, you ain’t the boss of me.” Scoffed the Ice Knight. “But I got nothin better to do, so, aight, I guess.”

The Blue Knight turned to leave but was halted. “WAIT!” Shouted Ice King, he produced a device. “Here, when you’re about to fight, press the button, it will do a cool fight song.”

“Oh, thanks!” The Knight grabbed the music box and then wandered off into the halls.

“Now then, it’s... WEDDING CEREMONY TIME!!!” Yelled the Ice King, approaching Princess Bubblegum.

“WHAT?!” PB said as she nearly choked. “B-but we haven’t... um... p-performed the traditional Wedding songs yet!”

“That’s okay we can skip em!” He said, grabbing the Princess by the hand. “Now put the cake dow-OWOWOW!” The Princess stabbed him.

“NO! WE... um, CANT! Skip the wedding songs or else the Candy Kingdom... won’t recognize the marriage. I-it will be super mega ultra... mombo bad juju luck! We’ll die and stuff!” The Princess said, hoping to stall for time.

“GRRR! Okay, ONE song!” Growled the Ice King.

“Two songs!” Countered Bubblegum.

“ONE. SONG.” He was getting particularly angry at this point, his teeth were looking extra sharp.

“One song and... I can pick it!?”

“THREE SONGS THAT YOU CAN PICK! FINAL OFFER! TAKE IT OR ELSE!!” He shouted, hands crackling with magic.

“DEAL!” Bonnie agreed.

“HAH! I woulda gone up to 10 if you waited me out!” Gloated IK. “Art of the deal, baby! Anyways, come on, let’s do that that Car-key stuff, I got a machine ready for the reception. Also wipe your face off, you really are lookin like a slob.”

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 12 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

#adventure time #ice king #princess bubblegum #marceline

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ranhaitanisgf · 10 months ago

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contininuing bc the last one got so longdjsje orz i got excited

BUT YESS?? YHAT WAS SO GIRL BOSS AND MATURE OF HINA TO FORGIVE EMMA AND BECOMES FRIENDS WITU HER AFTER FINDING OUT TUE TRUTH?? queen fr. wheres the rest of our emma-hina friendship???? SPIN-OFF!!!!

ANOTHER SPIN-OFF !!! OH! draken and emma djsjdj kinda what i said about backgrounds being less than ideal and draken's is def. one of the top worst, most heart-breaking backgroundsdjsje like?? he was abandoned?? in a brothel? and raised there by the women who def. came and wentdjsje a lot of older female presences/change for a little kid. plus he skipped/dropped out of school. he probs felt inferior to emma's seemingly, on-the-surface normal, perfect life. hence why he never said anything. never acted on his feelings. he loved her so so much!! he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for hers! AND THEN FINAL TIMELINEDJSJE OBV. WE SEE THEM TOGETHER ANDBDJSKE I WANT A SPIN-OFF OF HOW THE HECK MICHI AND MIKEY GOT THEM TOGETHER !!! I WANNA SEE THEIR WEDDING! WHO WAE THE BEST MAN?! THE GROOMSMEN?! BRIDESMAIDS?! MAID OF HONOR?! THEIR KISS AFTER THEY WED?! you know that glimpse of a happy future mikey told emma in seas.3? IMAGINE SEEINF THAY IN THE DRAKEMMA SPIN-OFF?! BUT EXPANDED ON?! YES PLS!

also also! yesssss!!!! i loved senju before we found she was a girl butdjsje WHEN ITBWAS REVEALED SHES A GIRL? AND AFTER WE SAW HER CHUCK HER IUMBRELLA AT SOUTH?! THAT WHOLE SCENE?! FCKING BADASS! step up, queen! just a simple teenage girl with simple, pure dreams wanting to live the fast life and experience what toman had. destiny rogers' song "tomboy" is so senju! fr!! aaaa

but tyy tyy aaa i'm still getting used to people being willing to stand in my corner and do kind things for me aaaa

OMG YES I NEED DRAKEN AND EMMA SPIN OFF !!! they were literally so cute and they were so tragic w/ how they never got to tell each other i love you, GAHHH IT WAS SO SADDD !!! and ur soo on the mark w draken vs emmas upbringing and the reason why he never truly confessed to her and then it was too late,,, grhagdhhfh,,,, i want more happy draken and emma, and DEFINITELY THE WEDDING !! ik mikey was bawling his eyes out w michi and that mitsuya helped make her wedding dress and draken's suit !! (he def snuck the dragon tattoo on the suit somewhere i just know these things)

honestly senju is such an amazing character i can literally talk abt her for ages !! i rlly wish she was introduced sooner so that we got more of her, but it was sooo nice to see good fem rep in something like tokyo revengers !! i feel like a lot of 'badass' fem characters in media r usually stripped of their femininity and are usually 'one of the guys ' (ex. black widow ) WHICH IS FINE !!! i have no hate for those characters !! i just really enjoy having a character like senju who embraces her femininity and is still kicking ass !! like i loved the little shopping scene w her and michi + the amusement park !! shes just a teenage girl who wants to have fun and get expensive things w her brothers card, but she also knows how to get down to business !! ahhh love her sm !

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limits-and-derivatives · 2 years ago

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On that note, I rlly don't agree with people who say we shouldn't be wasting sm money on weddings. Ofc to each their own, and some people aren't as into weddings as others so it's great advice for them but girl no I personally want the most extravagant wedding ever (which being Desi partly took care of)

I'm gonna have ALL the ceremonies a Desi wedding is supposed to, roka, haldi, mehndi, Sagan, even the ones that we don't in modern day, and I'm gonna buy the prettiest fucking dress for each of it and I'm gonna invite everyone ik and I'm also gonna have a bachelorette party, I'm gonna have CINEMATIC videography, I'm gonna have a first look with my brother AND with my spouse and just literally any wedding expense I can think of, I'm gonna put it in because dude Roz Roz thodi shaadi hoti hai

#vik's posts #not study related #desiblr #desi

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blackrosesfanfic · 2 years ago

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Chapter 251

Trey

"Nowadays your shit gotta be clean." I say to Dee.

We are sitting in the backyard while these idiots run their energy out. It was too much crying in the house. Caden couldn't take his nap while they were in and out the room crying. Minnie is really the one who kept Caden up though. She demands silence while she sleeps.

"I'm in the middle of planning an expensive as wedding. Why the hell wouldn't my shit be clean? She not leaving."

"I'm talking about everything clean. No female friends or shit like that. Hell, nigga, porn is cheating right now."

Devin sucks his teeth taking out his phone. "This bitch from Instagram been texting me. Talking about her marriage and shit."

"Nigga no. Delete it." I spat. "Did you not hear about my shit recently? They really mad about it but I talked about killing myself so I was forgiven. But you... you gonna get my shit and yours. Why don't you know that?"

"I don't know." He says doing stuff on his phone. "I told her I'm leaving Instagram and I can't have female friends right now. I'm deleting my shit."

I grab the phone. "How fucking obvious? Tell her to find someone else to load all her problems on. Leave the conversation if it's innocent."

"It ain't. I been talking bout my marriage too."

"Awh hell. Delete, delete, delete. If you block her she might get mad. Start some shit. Just get caught."

He takes the phone. "I'll delete most of my responses."

"Fucker." I shake my head.

Lane comes to me crying. He shows me his hand crying really hard. I sigh in relief after he shows me a busted bump. I wipe the blood away with my shirt then nod at him. He looks at it waiting to see if it bleeds again. He stops crying and walks away. He stops and looks at it again then he goes push King off the bike that Lane wasn't even playing with.

"Lane!" JJ yells. "You leave that bike alone!"

"Shut up." Lane says dropping the bike and running under the jungle gym.

JJ stands in the yard. "You okay, King?"

King gets on the bike and pedal away. "I okay."

"Lane! Where you at?" JJ yells.

"Over here." He zooms out on a big wheel.

Devin stands up. "Trey? Who that kid?"

I stand up. "Where?"

"On top of the damn slide." Devin starts walking. He stops Lane. "Who is that?"

"I had this first!" Lane yells.

"No Lane Who is that right there on the slide?"

Lane snatches the big wheel. "Get your hands off."

Devin stands there staring. I don't see a kid. I walk out towards the slide. Suddenly there is a little boy on top of the slide. He must have ran up the slide because he didn't come from the stairs which are this way. He runs across the bridge. I walk closer.

"Ike." I say.

He freezes staring at me. He waves then starts running again. Lane runs up the stairs then across the bridge to Ike. Lane didn't know he was here. That's why he didn't answer Devin. He hugs Ike. Ike must have said something cause Lane nods his head.

"JJ it Ike. We cousin."

"Ike!" JJ yells making his way to them. "Grandma got you airplane. You left your airplane."

Ike runs away from them. Devin comes back towards me.

"I was about to beat a kid up. I swear I was."

"Nigga you stupid."

"Lane! Who here with you?" Hidila yells.

Lane disappears. I walk around the jungle gym. They stay on the back side more so sitting on that side makes more sense. It's where the bikes are and the hard dirt they ride their bikes in. I look her over.

"Why you here?"

"To hear my baby talk." She says after Lane runs away. "He only talks to Lane."

I look towards them. "Put him in school."

"During the summer? That's mean."

"You get what I'm saying."

She shrugs. "Nope. It's Lane. He has been in therapy with the same kids forever now. He doesn't talk to them. He shares with them. He smiles and interact but he only talks to sweet little Lane. I can't stop crying. I wanna hear him talk. It's so frustrating." She wipes her eyes and walks away. "Where is Cammie?"

"At the studio."

"She gonna be there much longer?"

I look at the time. "No. She shouldn't be."

She walks into the house. I walk closer to the jungle gym to watch them more closely. Lane was sitting the wrong way in the regular swing while JJ and Ike were in the circled big swing. Playing doesn't call for much talking. JJ falls off the swing. Ike laughs really loud then jumps off the swing running away.

"J, you gone hit you head." Lane says as the swing comes straight for JJ head.

JJ crawls away in a hurry then runs after Ike. Ike was climbing the fireman's pole. What's the big deal about Ike? JJ attempts to climb the pole then run around to the other side. My wild ass son climbs the dice that were part of some game. He gets to the other layer then screams. Ike comes to the rail encouraging him to keep going. I walk closer to the jungle gym. Before I get there Ike pulls him over the side. They disappear. Suddenly somebody was screaming again. I walk closer to them. They at the very top that's enclosed. Thankfully.

"I can't sake it." Lane laughs.

It wasnt Lane screaming cause he was laughing. Was it JJ? I look to my side. JJ was hanging from the monkey bars. I'm sure these 3 year Olds not supposed to be so wild and skilled. How old is JJ? I stand up on the dice that Lane climbed. It was Ike screaming. I take my phone out and record him screaming. JJ runs up with his hands out.

"What the matter?" He snaps. "Ike?"

"He not Ike. He Gorilla. King Kong." Lane laughs.

I chuckle. Lane looks at me. Ike screams again. Lane falls out on the ground laughing. JJ didn't get the joke. He starts acting like he flying a plane. The top layer was supposed to be an airplane. It had dials and controls. Ike smiles at Lane.

"Daddy!" Lane points. "Hey, Daddy!"

"Hey Lane."

He says something really fast. I don't know what he said. Ike jumps up grabbing something and hanging from the air. He screams again. Lane dies laughing.

"Do it, Daddy." Lane chuckles. "You do it."

"Scream like King Kong?"

Lane nods. I yell knowing well I wouldn't sound like a roaring monkey and Lane would laugh his ass off even more. He taps the floor laughing so hard. He mocks me then laughs somemore. Ike says something but I couldn't hear. Lane laughs then he stands up.

"Daddy Ike say do it again." Lane says. He looks at Ike. "Daddy Ike scared to talk to you."

"No I not, Lane." Ike snaps upset.

I try not to react. Oh shit. I look at the phone. It was still recording.

"You is scared!"

"No I not!" Ike snaps. "I not scared of nothing. No stupid ghost or nothing."

Holy shit. He got attitude too.

"Say hey Temaine."

JJ comes up. "Hey, Trey!"

"I don't want to." Ike whispers as if he suddenly realize I was there.

"Do it!"

"I don't..." Ike whispers then starts mumbling.

"Hey, Trey!" Lane yells then crawls away from Ike to the controls. "Bye Bitch."

JJ laughs. "Wooo."

They all just forget the argument they were just having over Ike talking like they have it all the time. They must do. I jump down from the jungle gym as they run out and down the slide. My phone rings. I stop the video and answer the call for Cammie.

"Hey, Bae."

"I saw some bitch pick my baby up."

I chuckle. "Your cousin."

"Who the... oh Hidila. Guess I'm tripping."

"Yeah."

She giggles. "I'm pumping then I'm coming home. Like what the hell imma do when I'm leaking all on national TV? I'm not stopping breastfeeding just for a damn TV show. Anyway. We'll talk. Bye, Love."

"Bye." I chuckle as she hangs up.

Alex

Isha rolls her eyes at me. "I haven't seen you eat like that in years. Fried chicken and fried rice? You eating Chinese?"

"People go through shit." I shrug.

I haven't told anyone that I'm pregnant. It feels like such a fucking weird ass conversation to fucking have with people. Besides why should they know? I don't want them there with me as I go through a pregnancy. It's just the simple fact that I've done so much for my fucking self it would just feel fake as shit to have people catering to me. Ain't that what people do? Feel on bellies and buy shit at showers. Baby reveals and birthday parties.

"Do I even fucking like men?" I snap putting my fork down.

"Oh." Isha says covering her mouth and looking around. "Bitch say what?"

I push the food away from me. "I don't think I want this."

"I was hoping you say that about that chicken." She says reaching over my desk grabbing the plate.

"You can't buzz me and I come running to you." Jamaal says walking into the room.

"You are here."

Isha makes a noise. "Yes, this chicken so... hmm."

We both know she not talking bout the chicken. Jamaal sits on the desk in front of me. I sigh deeply as I quickly contemplate my life.

"I think I'm interested in seeing other people. Don't take it the wrong way?"

"It's a day that ends in y. Of course you thinking these things. You got someone in mind already? Someone to deal with your bullshit?"

I lean forward smelling him. "That's strange."

He pulls his shirt to his nose. "Did Baby's oatmeal spill on me?"

"I think I'm gay. I need to fuck a woman."

"This bitch." Isha chuckles.

Jamaal stands up to tuck his shirt into his pants. I lean forward smelling him. I grab his waistband pulling him to me. The smell gets stranger as I pull him closer to me by his pants.

"It's your balls." I say reaches in his pants.

"Whoa." Jamaal says. "I'm so confused."

"Oh shit. I know not." Isha snaps. "Pull it out and let me see."

Jamaal grabs my wrist as I jiggle his nut sack in my hands. I pull my hand out and smell it. Thats the smell. I'm satisfied. I push him away from me a bit then push him a little more. I grab my food off the table. My mind just wanted to smell Jamaal. I bit the chicken then sigh. I look at Jamaal who was just standing there looking at me. I sip my water then suck on the tips of my fingers one by one. I look at Jamaal. Is this what a craving feels like? No I wouldn't be craving eating his nut sack? It sounds good.

"Jamaal."

He comes closer to me not saying a word. I touch his stomach then stand up. He rubs my body as I stand up. I push him back from me to get around him so we can leave. I need him somewhere without so many windows and Isha. I glance at her. She is texting on her phone laughing to herself. Maybe talking shit about me. I leave out the room. Jamaal grabs me pulling me back into the room. I start to object but then he opens another door. I turn around looking where he was going. To the stairs? I'm not walking down... there was another door. He unlocks it going inside.

"What is this?" I snap.

"Bribing closet."

I look around the room then look at Jamaal. Imma have to ask about this shit. I lean against Jamaal and smell him. I laugh at how silly the shit felt. I reach into his pants. He unbutton them as I grab his balls. The satisfaction was soul cringing. I lick the base of his shaft then smell his balls. They were so clean and hairless. I get a tingle in my belly as I suck them into my mouth. I close my eyes. Have you ever wanted something you didn't know you wanted for so long? To have it. He startles me bringing reality crashing in. I look at his hand cupping his dick. I stand up looking around the room.

"You are a fucking bitch." I snap.

He doesn't say nothing. I walk to one of the shelves. It was a gift basket that was loaded with sports shit. There were different ones. Football, soccer, baseball. A fucking music one. I suck my teeth opening a silver box. It was shit like gift cards and candles. Who the fuck gives fucking gift baskets? I pick up a Cowboys Keychain then turn to Jamaal. He is fucking leaning again the gotdamn wall with his pants down.

"What is this shit?" I yell.

"Incentives for people that are on the fence about signing shit. We gonna talk about what the hell just happened?"

I walk out the room. "Why should we?"

The door slams shut behind me then locks. I look down the stairs. Was he trying to hide this from me or was I just deliberately ignoring him when he told me about it?

"I feel..."

"Why are your balls so... do you have pubic hair?"

Jamaal pulls me from the stairs. "No."

"Get off me." I say walking to the door that went back onto the main floor.

"Come here." He demands grabbing me.

I pull away from him again. I walk into my office looking around. Isha was sitting at my desk on my work phone.

"I will be sure to tell her. Thank you." She says. "Jordan... the important call your ass was waiting on... yeah. Well he said go ahead and print the contract. He will be by in the morning to sign them. I may have told him that you were in the bathroom regretting the decision to change your diet and try Chinese food for the first time in years. He had a good laugh at that. Oh and he said no Chinese at the signing. Fresh fruit and steak."

"Shit." I blow.

Isha stands up from my desk. "Your father said meeting tomorrow with the partnership what should he wear?"

I put my hands on my hips. "I told him 5 times today that I was going to come by. He is being annoying."

"Cammie's son is so fucking cute. She sent a picture to the group chat you in. Who's kid is he?"

"Her husband's. What the fuck you mean?"

Isha stands up. "Like he really belong to Trey Songz?"

I look at the phone. "That is not Cammie's son. That's her friend MiMi son. She calls him hers. Both of her kids are with her husband."

"What is your fucking problem? You being weird. Sex before work? Couldn't get your ass out this office for lunch."

"I haven't had sex in days."

She rolls her eyes. "With a fine ass man like that? Weird. Anyway, cash app me my fucking pay. That's two calls at 150. Bonus for talking to your fucking daddy."

"You will always have."

"Tomorrow you gonna fucking tell me why your ass acting like this." She draws a circle in the air pointed at me. "It looks bad on you."

"Fuck you."

She giggles. "I mean you do wanna fuck a woman. But I'm not interested in this. Whatever this is. Muah."

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ahhhh I'm doing this and tagging ppl!!! I may not give some info but yeah

middle name: julianne

age: between 13-14 (guess)

bday: april 24

zodiac sign: taurus!!

fave color: purple/dark orange

lucky number: 9!!

pets: cat and dog!!

from: america...

height: 5''6

shoe size: 7 or 7 1/2 in womens

pairs of shoes: 7

last drem: genuinely dont remember...

talents: art and writing

psychic? uh, dunno

fave song atm: wet by dazey and the scouts

favorite movie: spider man across the spiderverse

ideal partner: dunno

want children?: only if I can adopt them, no way I am having a child

church wedding?: noooooo!!!

religious? hellenistic pagan

have you been to the hospital? yes, for MANY ear infections as a kid

ever got in trouble with the law? nooooppeee

ever met any celeberties? only local ones...

baths or showers? showers

what color socks are you wearing? blue

have you ever been famous? yeah, school famous in like 4th grade for "dating" a kid-

would you like to be a big celebrity? not really

what type of music do you like? pov: indie according to spotify

have you ever been skinny dipping? no I will never-

how many pillows do you sleep with? 2, with a bunch of plushies

what position do you usually sleep in? stomach-?

How big is your house? medium-small(?)

What do you typically have for breakfast? toast 🤤🤤

Have you ever fired a gun? no

Have you ever tried archery? yes

Favorite clean word? mischievous

Favorite swear word? bitch

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 20 hours

Do you have any scars? no

Have you ever had a secret admirer? no

Are you a good liar? kind of

Are you a good judge of character? dunno

Can you do any other accents other than your own? cursive, ik it isn't an accent but its funny

Do you have a strong accent? no

What is your favorite accent? british

What is your personality type? enfp-t

What is your most expensive piece of clothing? no idea

Can you curl your tongue? yes

Are you an innie or an outie? innie

Left or right handed? right

Are you scared of spiders? yes

Favorite food? pastaaa

Favorite foreign food? greek hummus

Are you a clean or messy person? messy for sure

Most used phrased? "uhm, actually"

Most used word? slay

How long does it take for you to get ready? about 30 minutes

Do you have much of an ego? sorta

Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck ofc

Do you talk to yourself? all the time

Do you sing to yourself? not really

Are you a good singer? meh

Biggest Fear? being embarassed

Are you a gossip? nah

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? don't worry darling

Do you like long or short hair? short

Can you name all 50 states of America? kind of

Favorite school subject? english

Extrovert or Introvert? ambivert but more extrovert

Have you ever been scuba diving? no

What makes you nervous? my english teacher/my grades

Are you scared of the dark? yes

Do you correct people when they make mistakes? sometimes

Are you ticklish? yes

Have you ever started a rumor? i don't think so

Have you ever been in a position of authority? nah

Have you ever drank underage? no

Have you ever done drugs? no

Who was your first real crush? a boy I met in the library

How many piercings do you have? one, but I'd like about 4

Can you roll your Rs?“ yes

How fast can you type? decently-?

How fast can you run? not that fast

What color is your hair? brown

What color is your eyes? dark blue

What are you allergic to? I guess just seasonal allergies

Do you keep a journal? no, used to

What do your parents do? dad works at a car paint shop and my mom works in a special ed classroom

Do you like your age? sorta

What makes you angry? the government/stupid people

Do you like your own name? not really

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? apollo, athena, mae, macy

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? either

What are you strengths? silliness

What are your weaknesses? silliness

How did you get your name? from the song letters to elise by the cure

Were your ancestors royalty? I don't think so, although I think I am semi-related to Ulysses Grant

Do you have any scars? no

Color of your bedspread? white/purple

Color of your room? pink/white, but like aesthetic pink

tagging: @draweronly @rrcenic @moonsgreendawn @toddreblogslotf @kunfire @peachtaglia and any of my other mutuals that I somehow haven't thought of!!!

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

#reblog chain #saturnz stuff

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Hiii I missed you omg! I could use some advice on if I’m taking something too personal or if how I’m feeling is normal…

I’ve been dating my bf for nearly 4 years & I’ve been living with his mom and him for over a year. She’s taken me on small trips to their ski lodge 3 hours away 4 times & always pays for my dinners/drinks when we go. She’s also invited me on a couple big trips that just didn’t work out- a Yosemite trip that got cancelled & a last minute roadtrip to Canada that I couldn’t join because I didn’t have my passport yet. Early into our relationship her and my boyfriend went on a roadtrip to Yellowstone and flew to Michigan for his sister’s wedding, neither of which I was invited to. But those we both within the first 6months of our relationship so I understood.

So basically I’ve been on a couple small trips, but never an out of state trip with both of them. Him and I have gone out of state together countless times, but I always thought it’d be fun to go on one with his mom too. Anyway… around this time last year his mom had planned a trip to Disney World and from what I remember it sounded like I was invited. But she had to reschedule it for April this year. My boyfriend reminded me last month that we were going and he told me all the plans for the trip. He was so excited, told me we got our own hotel room, a redeye flight since we live on the west coast, etc. Just talking about how fun it’ll be for us. And of course I got super excited because I’ve always wanted to go to Disney World and I love trips with him, and now I can experience one with his mom and sister too. But then a week or so later, I realized his mom hadn’t mentioned it to me yet. So I told him to make sure I was actually invited because it seemed odd. Then a couple days later he told me that I actually wasn’t invited, his mom wanted it to be a “family trip” with just her, him and his sister. I was a little hurt hearing that since we’ve been dating for 4 years and I live with them… you’d think she’d consider me family by now? I just know my family would never invite me on a 8 day long trip and not invite my boyfriend too. Especially since they consider him family and they call us a “package deal”. But I didn’t want to be weird so i acted like it didn’t bother me when he told me I’m not invited. But my boyfriend was like “Ugh I do not want to go without you. Trips without you always suck.” so he told me he was just going to pay for me to go. And tbh- every time he goes on a trip without me he texts & calls me the whole time, talking about how miserable he is. So I feel bad I wasn’t invited but I also feel bad for him he has to go alone. So anyway, I didn’t really respond to him saying that I’m gonna go with him anyway and that he’ll pay for me. Because honestly I really want to go, but I also don’t want to go against what his mom wants and intrude. And I also didn’t want to get my hopes up, because there’s a good chance it ends up being too expensive for him to bring me or something doesn’t work out. We haven’t talked about it since (that was a couple nights ago) so idk if he still plans on bringing me or not. And I feel so awkward bringing it up because I was so excited to go & now I feel so left out? I overheard his mom talking about the trip to a coworker on the phone yesterday and she was just talking about how it’s been on her bucket list and she’s so excited. And then at the end she said “My son asked to invite his girlfriend, but I think it’d be better just the 3 of us since this will likely be our last family trip for awhile” I couldn’t hear word for word what she said but it was basically that.

I think another big reason I feel so weird about it is because ik my boyfriend’s ex from a couple years before me, who he dated for only 3 months, went on a big trip with him and his mom. And I’ve been with him for nearly 4 years and I still haven’t been out of state with them. Ik thats probably silly to even think about but I can’t help thinking about it.

I understand Disney World & flights are expensive, but she could have at least asked my boyfriend if he wants me there (which is obvious) or if I want to pay for myself to join. But she just excluded me entirely and didn’t even let it be an option. I know for a fact she knows that my boyfriend hates long trips without me, and that he hates traveling with her and sister because they’re both not the nicest to him & they both get very stressed out/grumpy while traveling. Where if I’m there, I’m very easy going, I love traveling, and I’m his girlfriend so it’s way more fun for him. He’s also not super close with his mom or sister- it’s kinda sad but his mom very obviously favors his sister. So I know he’s gonna be miserable being at Disney World with just his 65 year old mom and 27 year old sister. Idk if I’m being dramatic or if I shouldn’t think this much about it? And if my boyfriend decides to pay for me to come what do I do?? I have a feeling he won’t or his mom won’t let him, but if it somehow works out, do I go despite his mom not inviting me and feel guilty the whole week? Or do I decline even though I know it’ll be sm fun for both of us? If you answer this thank you🩷🫶🏼 Sorry for how long of an explanation that was lolll

hi girl! that is a tough situation but i think at the end of the day you just gotta let it be just them. i know it will suck and disney is fun but it seems like his mom really wants it to be just them 3. i truly truly truly don’t think it has anything against you, i don’t think she doesn’t want you or necessarily not want you there, i think she wants to spend quality time with her son and daughter. it’s always hard for moms to understand their kids are getting older and when they have a significance other it can feel like they aren’t as close anymore. esp if she said it will be the last trip for a while. i think she knows if you do come then your boyfriend will be by your side at all times and not give much attention to his mom and sister. i know when my family goes on big trips my dad didn’t want our boyfriends coming because it was a “family” trip and he knew if i invited my bf then i wouldn’t be so engaged with my family. you should just be the bigger person and tell your boyfriend its totally ok and don’t both asking his mom about it. plus maybe you can take the money he would have spent on you and do a little trip just you two. lmk what happens ily ♥️

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