#imm do it anyway >:3

[facelessmime]

Some silly Merder Drones Au doodles!

[sat-in-a-rat-trap]

the entirety of my life has all led up to me eating straight up nutella and contemplating minecraft lore at 5am

[amomentpassed]

i just had the most painful conversation with some narcissistic fuck in my hostel i am ENRAGED

[ectoplasmer]

hey. hey guess what monday is

[seoulmatez]

— 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓇 ౨ৎ

boothill x f!reader. 2.3k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ a lil bit of flirty teasing ﾉ pet names ( darlin' ) ﾉ interactions with kids ﾉ reader is navigating Big and Confusing feelings :3

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“one more stop and we should be good to go,” boothill informs you, closing the door behind him after joining you in the front of the truck. his presence makes the vehicle feel twice as hot and you find yourself scooting closer to the window to widen the gap between the two of you. the task proves to be a bit difficult in the two-seat cab.

maybe you can chalk it up to the fact that you’ve gotten used to the convenience of grocery delivery services, but you’re really starting to feel like boothill is going out of his way to make this the longest, most convoluted shopping trip simply because you’re here with him. if you knew you’d be spending such a large chunk of your day with the farmhand, you wouldn’t have so easily agreed to accompany him on the errands.

it was another request, or suggestion, rather, from your grandpa. you’ve been cooped up in the house since you arrived for your getaway and the man thought it might be a good idea for you to go into town, reacquaint yourself with the locals. you couldn’t argue—your trip is currently indefinite and you’re sure you’ll end up driving yourself crazy if you refuse to go out and are only left with the company of boothill.

he may still be in your presence now, but having others around to buffer your interactions has made all the difference. the farmhand is a lot more tolerable when it’s not just the two of you—less teasing, easier to talk to. you’d even go as far as calling him… charming. though, you’ll take that with you to the grave.

and, being trapped in a car with him is a different story. you silently hope that your next destination is in the same direction as home because you aren’t sure how much longer you can take being confined in such a cramped space with him. other than his unrelenting pestering, you’re angry at yourself for stealing glances at him—the way he steers with one hand and lets the other hang out the window and how the toothpick he’s chewing looks all too natural between his lips.

you focus your eyes ahead, scolding yourself for so shamelessly enjoying the sight of him. you should be glad he doesn’t catch you looking; you’d never hear the end of it. without turning to face him, you ask, “what’s the last stop?”

“produce stand,” he speaks around the wooden stick in his mouth, slowing to a stop at the red.

you frown, confused. “we were just at the market, why didn’t we just pick some up there?”

“and betray miss alma?” the name rings a bell, you recognize it from when you would spend summers with your grandpa. he must still do business with her if boothill is familiar, and loyal, at that. “absolutely not. better quality here, anyway.”

you don’t argue because you have a feeling that he’s right. and you wouldn’t mind catching up with alma. she was always so nice when you were a kid, excitedly asking you about your time here and offering you free carrots to feed the horses back home. you’re surprised to hear she’s still running the stall after all these years.

it only takes a few more minutes to make it to the roadside stand. there are a couple of cars already parked when boothill pulls off and you can see the owners of them picking out their desired fruits and vegetables. you don’t waste any time getting out of the truck when boothill turns it off, the gravel of the makeshift parking lot crunching beneath your boots as you make your way over to the little table that houses the register.

alma is seated behind it, head lifting up from the book in her hand at the sound of car doors closing. she readies to greet another customer but her eyes light up in pleasant delight when they land on you. “look who it is!”

her voice, though slightly changed by age, is familiar and brings an immediate smile to your face. you all but run to meet her at the table she comes to stand behind. the woman holds her arms out for a hug and you reach over the table to wrap your arms around her. it’s comforting in the same way hugging your grandpa is, like nothing can go wrong while you’re safe in their hold.

“your grandpa told me you were in town,” she tells you, pulling away and slowly taking a seat in her chair. “i was wondering if you’d stop by.”

you don’t want to tell her that you’re mostly here because of boothill. “how have you been, miss alma?”

“good, good.” she beams and gestures toward the multiple cartons and crates of colorful produce. “we’re still going strong.”

you smile at that. you don’t find many places like this in the city and the small businesses that you do come upon back home don’t foster this type of community. it’s nice to see that her livelihood is still thriving. alma gazes at her work proudly before her eyes zone in on something—or someone—else. “you here with boothill?”

“oh, yeah. he works at the farm,” you tell her, though, you’re sure she already knew as much. she’s seen much more of him in the past few years than she has of you. not that you didn’t believe him, but he really is a regular.

“nice young man, isn’t he?” alma asks, looking back at you. you’re not sure if you’d go that far but you nod in agreement regardless. he’s likely the perfect gentleman to the older ladies within town. she continues, “hardworking and handsome, too.”

“yeah,” you mindlessly admit. the hardworking part is undeniable, you’ve seen that much yourself. he’s always up on time and takes his responsibilities seriously, never half-asses his tasks and is consistently willing to take on more work if it’s necessary. you only concede on the handsome bit because boothill isn’t around to hear you say so. you hope alma isn’t a gossip.

“are you seeing him, dear?” she inquires.

“seeing him? like dating?” you ask for clarification. alma only raises her eyebrows. she does mean it like that. the question makes the tips of your ears grow hot, makes your heart feel like it’s beating against your ribcage infinitely faster. you quickly wave your hands in dismissal, smiling nervously at the woman’s assumption. “oh, no. no, no.”

alma laughs at your denial but something hidden in the sound makes it seem as though she can see right through you. she doesn’t push the matter and while you’re grateful to leave the discussion at that, you can’t help but wonder what gave her that impression, if it’s simply an old lady’s wishful thinking or if you aren’t as good at suppressing those confusing feelings as you thought you were.

“boothill!” the call of his name gives you a start. you almost think alma is calling him over but when you reassess the voice—how little and high-pitched it is—you calm down. your eyes search the small crowd for the man and you find him quickly, though he isn’t alone. there’s a little girl at his feet, one who’s hugging his legs tightly and looking up at him with stars in her eyes. 

you don’t have time to wonder about who she is before alma explains. “that’s my granddaughter. sweet little thing. you should go meet her, she’ll love you.”

“sure.” you offer the woman a short wave before making your way over to boothill and the girl. you can pick up on tidbits of their conversation as you approach—boothill asking how much she’s missed him and the girl telling him “this much!” while opening her arms as wide as she can. he laughs and takes the opportunity to bend down and pick her up, situating her on his hip. he even takes the hat off his head to place it on hers. it’s big on her, covers her eyes and requires her to push it back so she can see.

the whole exchange is cute, not something you’d expect from boothill. there’s a lot that you don’t know about him, you think as you watch.

the girl must feel you looking because her head turns in your direction which causes boothill’s to follow. you smile at her and wave and when you’re finally close enough, you greet her. “hi there.”

“hello.” she isn’t as excited as she was when she realized boothill was here but she’s still kind, returning your wave with one of her own. your conversation ends before it truly begins as she turns back to boothill. there’s curiosity swimming in her eyes and she doesn’t attempt to lower her voice when she asks him, “is she your girlfriend?”

your mouth falls open in surprise at the girl’s bold question. boothill laughs heartily, whether at your reaction or the question itself, you’re not sure. you don’t know if you trust him enough to answer honestly but before you can tell her no, the man is already speaking. “nah.”

relief washes over you, but it’s short-lived. he meets your eye with his next words. “she’s real pretty though, ain’t she?”

he’s doing it again, putting you in a tough spot, one that urges you to run away rather than face the situation head-on. but this time, he knows that you know running away here would only cause a scene. you aren’t jumping at the chance to embarrass yourself in public so, even though you’re tempted to put as much space between you and boothill as possible, you plant your feet to the ground and stay put.

the girl in his arms looks at you again before eagerly nodding. “very pretty!”

“thank you, sweetheart,” you tell her with a soft smile. you try to keep it in place when you turn to address boothill. “are we ready to go?”

“almost,” he answers, crouching down to return the girl to the ground. the girl doesn’t look thrilled at their time being cut short but boothill, still at her level, playfully pinches her nose in hopes of cheering her up. “look, i gotta finish shopping but we can talk some more another day. maybe ask your mom if you can come ride the horses soon.”

“okay!” she places the hat back on his head, gives him a goodbye hug, and waves once more at you before skipping over to her grandma—presumably to share her enthusiasm at the prospect of visiting the farm.

she reminds you of yourself around that age.

“so,” boothill starts, rising to his full height with a half-full wicker basket in hand, “you only capable of accepting compliments when they’re not from me?”

there’s a grin stretched across his lips like he’s waiting for a thank you of his own. perhaps it’s a little rude, a bit pretentious even, but you can’t find it in you to utter the two simple words. maybe it’s strange and maybe it only makes sense to you, but not acknowledging the words is almost as if they never traveled through the air in the first place. pretending like the words don’t exist is easier on you—your turbulent mind and your unsteady heart.

you change the subject. “what else do we need?”

“you are ice cold, darlin’.” despite the statement, boothill doesn’t seem to be bothered by your indifference. he wouldn’t take it to heart if you were truly uninterested but the man is more perceptive than you give him credit for. he doesn’t miss how you can never seem to meet his eye following his heartfelt words, how you chew on your lip while you formulate an unrelated reply, and he certainly hasn’t forgotten about that stunt you pulled in the barn.

there’s something going on in that pretty head of yours and he’s determined to find out just what it is.

you pick out a few peaches and plums for yourself and a bunch of carrots for the horses while boothill grabs the rest of the household necessities. the basket is full by the time the two of you are finished. you plan on paying for your share but boothill insists that you wait in the truck, so, after bidding goodbye to alma and her granddaughter, you make the short walk back to the car. 

a couple of minutes pass before you hear the man putting the produce away with the rest of the items in the bed of the truck. a second later his door opens and he joins you, though, he isn’t empty-handed. there’s a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he holds out to you. “for you.”

you eye them cautiously, not daring to reach out and accept them.

“don’t worry, they’re from miss alma,” he tells you, lightly shaking the colored cosmos in front of you in a gesture for you to take them. “put ‘em in your room or something, they’ll look nice.”

with his urging, you take the bouquet. pinks and purples with pops of white make up the arrangement and, much to your chagrin, boothill is right—you can think of the perfect spot in your window for the blossoms.

as he starts the car and begins to back out into the road, boothill steals a quick look at you. there’s a smile pulling at your lips, soft and natural. it’s a rare sight, but one he could get used to.

he supposes that if he wants to see it for a while longer, he shouldn’t tell you that they aren’t actually from miss alma, rather, a mere suggestion from the nice lady to get him in your good graces.

thanks for giving this a read! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

[breedbun]

in honour of my return i will finally do my only request..

WANDERER x male reader

warnings; slight feminisation (you wear a dress, guys hit on u and call u girly stuff), transmasc reader, spanking, vaginal, degradation, rough sex, dubcon(?), aggressive and really angry sex, release control, mention of wanderer being a puppet, slight breeding kink mention??

more; hiii hab fun with funny puppet guy!!! anyway basically imm finally making a return.. sry guys too busy writing my genshin ocs (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) not much to say, but my birthday just passed on the 30th of may so like yraaah!!

(edit; i forgot this was requested as transmasc reader and i just. like i just went blank ok i wrote this at 6-7am in the fucking morning after sleeping at 3:40. it's ok tho i edited it!! fun fact it's 9am rn HAHAHAHA,, edit count; 3x)

yay hab fun !! ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ vv

You've had a couple drinks, a few swigs and chugs of cheap wine, here and there. Obviously, you were just itching to start something you couldn't finish, like.. flirting with the bartender, but he was much too gruff and rugged for your liking. Or spending the night in some rich merchant's bed, and hurriedly rush to stuff all the jewels and pretty diamonds you could find in his room into your bag. Simply put, you were bored. At least without him here..

Sure, it's been a couple days since you actually spoke with him. Maybe you did sleep with a few guys, but so what? That little thing between you and him both.. was non-committal, it was just one fun night. Clearly, he didn't seem too happy with that. I mean, who would be?

Letting go of such a handsome, youthful guy with a mouth that couldn't stop running would be a sin. But, what was more of a sin, was just how hard Scaramouche had to restrain himself from agreeing to head to the tavern with you. Just how much his head would ache, yet that ball of surging heat throbbed whenever he just thought of you. It was undeniable, he was crazy in love.. or lust. What was the difference? Neither you nor him even knew.

The more laughs, flirty glances, and pretty smiles you flash to every other guy in the bar, the more attention you'd get from just sitting down with nothing more than a small cocktail in hand. The tavern wasn't exactly packed, but it wasn't exactly empty either. Just enough guys to get Scaramouche's blood absolutely boiling, if he ever saw you in that dress.. in a considerably tight space full of hungry, ravished men. It was almost a miracle your drink wasn't spiked yet. "Ha! Thank ya', darling. You're just the sweetest, y'know?" In a sultry, sickeningly sweet voice, you've successfully seduced every single man in that room. The bartenders were even willing to shake up a brand new, expensive glass of wine for you! But being the oh—so sweet man you are, you politely decline and play it off. Besides, who knows what they'll put in his drink?

Not even bartenders are free from being guilty of drugging drinks, you've been warned an ungodly amount of times anyway. Ah, but before you could even say another word, looks like an anticipated, unexpected man decided to show up. One you know too well, beyond that big ol' hat and the pretty, shiny anemo vision hanging from his clothes. It took you a few moments of hesitation to not steal it that night, and boy is he lucky that you'd rather spare him than go through the trouble of disrespecting the gods.

He didn't waste a second, to force his way through the small crowd and shove himself in between you and some other bastard. Scaramouche hadn't bothered to even look at you once, which honestly and unexpectedly really disappointed you. You wouldn't worry about your appearances to some.. unknown guy, at least not normally.

As any attractive guy should've, you'd scoff and feign a pout in offense of his sudden intrusion. "What's the big deal, Hat Guy? You changed your mind?" Your elbow nudge clearly touched more than his skin, because it looked like you had just touched a nerve. That expression on his face, ha! It was golden, if not extremely unexpected. This usually nonchalant, inexpressive dude who wouldn't even cast a second glance if he wasn't half drunk with you.. he was livid. Absolutely livid, and you were livin' for it.

You don't remember your next words, because of just how violently he grabbed you by your collar and how evident it was from the taste of his tongue, that he'd been drinking a sinful amount of wine before getting a move on to find you. Why? He didn't know.. It's not like he could ever get drunk.

Obviously, he just had to drag you back into his bed. So what if that night was just for fun? Because this night clearly isn't.

The moon had barely risen up, and Scaramouche didn't even bother to turn on the lights in his temporary living situation. A small, but comfortable home, now steamed up and filled with the slutty, loud moans you'd let out from just a little edging. His fingers shifted in and out between your tight rim, at the speed of which you could barely catch your breath to. His other hand's glove was peeled off with the help of his teeth, sliding his hand out as he loosened the fabric.

With your ass up, legs spread apart, dress on the floor, he just had to see your pussy twitch with his porcelain fingers tightly wrapped between them. No, that chest of yours was just as majestic, oh.. those scars. Made him absolutely insane.. and now, moving at a merciless rate, every plea and sob you choked out for him to slow down just fell on deaf ears.

"H—haah..! F-faast, too—t-too faaa—ast!" On the contrary, he decides to speed up momentarily. Just as your eyes squinted and your voice let out an unholy moan, he pulls his fingers out and ensures his fingers land over and right on top of your clit. He was just rubbing it, cooing at you like you were a stupid, brainless thing. "Too fast? Aw, little slut can't handle a bit of touch? God, you're fucking pathetic." He laughs, denies you your release, and mocks you with little to none regret and remorse. You would hate him, if you weren't so fucking kinky. (I'm looking at you, yes you.)

His hands pull away from your leaking pussy, pulling you up as fingers dig into your scalp. He pushes your forehead against his, smile condescending, narcissistic and full of.. ego. You loved it. Those plush thighs pulled against his hips, calves around his body.. his hands simply slid down to pump his own hard cock. He couldn't resist, I mean.. a sight like you, and he doesn't get to fuck his fist a little? That'd be almost miserable..

The only thing better from jacking off to your messy, sticky face was to fuck you. Your sweet little asscheeks spread apart, he would pull your hips in a little closer, lightly rubbing his tip and girth against the entrance. You were just about to throw a snarky, but shakily bratty remark you've been mustering up for a while, but all that hard work went down the drain as he sunk you on his cock.

Easily, it slid in embarrassingly quick, from just from your slick acting as lubricant—thankfully enough.. and besides the rough, mind-breaking sensation inside that jolted up his spine, you could feel Scara churn your insides with dirty squelching sounds constantly and consistently hitting your g-spot.. almost violently. Your head threw forward, and you pushed your face right into the crook of his neck.. biting, sucking, doing anything while your thighs kept lifting and slapping right back down on his hips.. He's fucking you senseless, and all you can think about is how relieved you are.. that he's still addicted to all your holes like a drug.

You moaned like a whore, a bit too loud for his liking. Your pretty, perfect, fleshy ass that he decides to pound, is met with a loud smack. Not once, not twice, but four times, both sides. You tighten up every time, of course he'd gladly do it a fifth and a sixth. You've got one tight cunt, and so many ways to make it harder to pull out. Maybe you do it on purpose.. maybe it's just instinct. But it's obvious.. 'addicted ' would be an extreme understatement. Every yelp, every moan and groan, even the smallest and softest whimpers.. oh, he lived for it. He lived for it every second he could lay his hands on you.

Again, he could barely slide his fingers into your hole. He smoothly starts to finger you, again.. and again, but he just always pulls away just before your sweet release. In fact, he's not gonna let you cum until you make him fill your stomach with his babies. Scara doesn't understand why, or how he, a puppet, is able to even fuck you. But.. he's not complaining, and neither are you. And with every churn, every squeeze and drop, it turned you into a mind-fucked fleshlight. You wouldn't even form words, let alone sentences. He wasn't the only one addicted in this "non-committal" relationship.

You could barely believe that it's only been at most an hour. You're going to be fucked for the whole night, and you know. You should've just came to his house earlier, maybe you could've cummed by now..

yaay hope u like my brainrotten scara fanfic woohoo next up is KAEYA because he is literally the love of my fucking life.. YA

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@breedbun ™ ` ` written by a silly bunny boy! ` `

[lukascastelan]

Room Part 3

I love Portal, probably top 3 games easily. And guess who had blank doors? Thats right, me. At least I hope you guessed me. Anyway,

This is one from when I was still painting it, you can tell by the tarp, paint, and unfinished right door.

This is the fully finished design.

Some close ups ^^^

Okay so the inspiration for these was to be like you were inside of Aperature like seeing the doors and walls.

The right doors are supposed to be, well the doors inside of Aperature Science itself. Not much to it but it was a nightmare trying to get everything as symmetrical as I could. I think it turned out fine especially considering I tried to paint over the original white, then realized I didn't have enough, so desperately tried to wipe it all off but half of it was dried already. But in the end it gave it a "weathered" look so it was actually a win-win for me(I think).

And the left, imm split this one up it two's being the Far left(Big number 16 on it) and Far right(Cake is a lie stuff).

First Far Left. This one I was going for the little signs you can find everytime you enter a level and it gives you the cautions. I chose 16 because of personal reasons and the cautions are what i feel like could happen in my own room, but some are just my favorites.

Secondly Far Right. Okay so this on is supposed to be just a regular wall in a testing area but it was cracked and had stuff written all over it in blood. It's supposed to be the writing that you can find in the secret rooms and the stuff that the Rat Man leaves behind etc.

I do really liked how this turned out and defiantly won't be changing this one for awhile.

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3(This one)

Finished February 4th, 2024

[and-the-flame-burns]

i crave doe sugar and I cannot wait any longer or else Imm going to fucking implode like a pufferfish on steroids

so have some headcannons

every time I hear “midwest gothic” as in reference to the cryptid rule writing of the midwest, I always think of a goth Indiana and/or Illinois. I also headcannon theme as siblings for some reason. So, goth siblings

New York always gives “oversized puffy coat with a scarf that covers his mouth” with that pose where his torso is back and his hands are in his pocket. He feels…. So dramatic. Like he either gives “60 year old man” or “dramatic teenager with spiked makeup” and it’s one or the other.

California gives “lanky bitch” and he’s always a lanky motherfucker with a sleeper build and angel bites. He has top surgery and never wears shirts because he’s “getting his moneys worth” but in reality he just thinks he looks really aesthetically attractive. Btw If you ever become friends with this man he’s going to be the craziest bitch on the block with the exception of Florida and Nevada

Florida has floor length hair or a complete buzzcut that has too many colors in it.

Tank. Tops. Everyday. All day. Florida would rather DIE than wear a regular shirt. He will PERISH before wearing a regular t-shirt. He also bites. In what world does he not bite to some extent

Alaska, I adore him, but he gives shapeshifter abilities and he never appears fully human. If he ever appears somewhat human that man looks bone skinny and like that tall cryptid you’d encounter on a late night walk. I refuse to believe Alaska is anything but a cryptid who’s limbs tint to vanta black. Nobody knows anything about him besides a select 3 and those three are his Auntie, Hawai’i, and Maine

Alaska is pure Cryptid Behavior to me and sometimes he’ll do a little glowy glow in the middle of the night to give some states an unintentional spook. Little guy (he’s on average over 8 ft) is just saying hello

to me, Hawai’i gives “some type of water entity being” and I like the idea of her having a shark tail and generally being a water entity. I think marine animals are cool! Hawai’i is a marine biologist, marine things! She can hang out with the marine things for as long as she wants because she’s partially a some marine animals. We got the gills and lungs so she can breath on both land and in the water and you got the fins and the tail for easy water movements and then the legs for easy land movement

marine lady! You cannot grab this idea from my cold dead hands

ok so Texas now because I’m having a partial fixation on him. He gives “Cowboy Reptile” for some reason. He reminds me of Rango so he gets to have a reptile tail and scales all along his back.

the thought of him having a bit of the “lizard who shoots blood out of it’s eyes” in him is both funny and terrifying. Imagine a lizard man shooting blood out of his eyes. Also that is a very real lizard and it’s called the Horned Lizard

poncho wearing lizard man that rides a horse around and kinda looks like the Local Legend is basically my concept for him

last one, I think

i love the whole “New Jersey being a devil” thing. I adore the concept and him have the wings. Ok so bat wings are basically just hands. All those long little bones are fingers in the wing.

also if he needs to fly, he’d need stability, so a tail and webbing would be required. Also them wings need to be GIGANTIC- if I have the math right, it’s the person’s height x 1.5 = the span of one wing. I headcannon New Jersey to be about 5’0 so one wing would be about 7.5 ft for a total wingspan of 15 feet :D

hahahahah logic stuff and the maths

anyways I got my sugars now to ✨bye✨

[strwberri-milk]

Hi! I love love love your works! They're my favourite and I always get excited when I see that you've posted something new :)

Anyways, I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is basically a female Xiao? I know you've written for a reader that has her walls up except Kaeya, but I was wondering what it would be like if reader was basically like Xiao, where she doesn't want to get close to people so she cuts it off before they can get close to her, she's rudely blunt, and when she finally opens she's really sweet and outgoing you just need to put in the effort to get her to open up.

Maybe with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and maybe Xiao himself? if not don't worry <3.

-- 🌺 (if it's not taken, please <3)

now you can be the second anon i can rmr who has a label :D also it might not be all. hunky dory the way it might be expected but its bc i just think it's to be expected if. someone refuses to open up so i did make reader open up a little bc communication is a two way street :D esp since like i dont believe in talking to people if theyre trying to cut you off bc i think its a violation of boundaries so i did make reader have to actually. come back after any cutting off that is done and i just wanted to do this w a big old /nm bc im not mad just explaining :D

Kaeya doesn't mind your bluntness at all. The walls also remind him of himself which makes it a bit of a challenge if the two of you develop feelings for the other person. It would require one of you to crack, that being Kaeya who wants to return your honesty with some honesty of his own.

When you try to cut him off he just lets you. If you decide you don't want to see him anymore then he won't try to convince you otherwise. He decides to take it as a sign until one day you end up confronting him about it, the slight ache of missing him becoming too much to bear. It takes a bit of awkward stumbling and you trying to communicate your feelings without actually telling him what they are. He understands enough and teases you for it lovingly, deciding that he's going to spend all his time doing so.

Slowly as you open up to him more he finds himself more and more infatuated with the softer side of you. He's glad that you feel safe enough around him to show that side of you to him, encouraging and inviting you to continue with your vulnerability.

He also always playfully bullies you back no matter what you say, liking to see the way you react to his jabs. It makes him laugh as you try to get him to stop, gauging your limits just a bit to make sure you don't actually feel uncomfortable.

Zhongli doesn't mind how surly you are either. If the two of you are together and you don't want to talk then that's fine. He's got enough to say for the two of you, telling you stories or history that somehow only he knows.

He enjoys the time he spends with you, quiet evenings filled with nothing but the sound of the harbour and him talking. Sometimes if you ask him questions he actively engages in hopes that you'll try to talk to him some more, but if you don't that's fine too. It just makes the times you do choose to engage just that much better.

When you choose not to show up for some time he just waits it out. You remind him of a certain adeptus after all so he knows if he bides his time then you'll come right back to him and when you do, he simply continues as though nothing happened.

Knowing just how stable he is made you more willing to open up, never feeling pressured which he's glad for. Zhongli is always just so gentle to you that you can't help but open up, cherishing the smile on his face that he gets whenever you smile at him.

Childe enjoys pushing your buttons a little and trying to get you to stop being so surly in a joking manner. He's not going to go out of his way to make you miserable but he does like teasing you whenever he can.

If you stop talking to him or start trying to cut him off he won't exactly stand for it. He confronts you pretty much immediately, knowing that due to your honesty it would be likely that you would just tell him straight up why it is that you decided to stop talking to him.

When you start trying to dodge the question he decides to just wait it out, staring you down until his persistence pays off and you tell him how you feel. He just rolls his eyes and pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you that there's no reason to just start ignoring him and that he really doesn't want to lose you.

From then on if you try to avoid him he decides to just show up wherever you are, reminding you that you told him you wouldn't run from him anymore and that he's here to hold you to it.

It's playful and sweet and it doesn't take you too long to decide that you might as well open up to him, Childe playfully cheering when you decide to do so and telling you that you won't regret it. Thankfully, he's right and you don't regret it, finding yourself more comfortable being with him and starting to tease him back as well. It always makes him laugh and up the ante playfully to return your gesture, loving to see just how extroverted you've become for him.

Thoma is pretty similar to Zhongli wherein he's patient enough to just wait it out. He loves spending time with you and doesn't mind your bluntness since it means he doesn't need to dance around anything.

If you try to cut him off he gets sad but he does confront you about it before you go. If he sees you out and about he'll pull you aside and try to ask you why you're trying to leave, then tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want but that he'll really miss you when you're gone.

It takes a couple weeks but you finally decide to come back to him and grumble out an apology for running away from him. He welcomes you back with a hug and reassurance that he doesn't hate you, he just finds it difficult to know what to do when someone doesn't talk to him directly about their issues.

After that, he decides to work more on trying to get you to come out of your shell. He's patient and understanding and when you finally do come out of it he loves seeing how much you talk to him and loves engaging in conversations with you. He always gets a sense of pride knowing that you feel comfortable enough around him to open up so much.

Xiao is a little difficult. He doesn't have much patience and you both run into the issue of being too similar that you run into issues because of it. It's not that you two fight, it's more that if you two decide that you want to cut off the other person, you will not be talked to unless someone breaks the silence.

Your friendship is generally relaxed, both of you just being heavily into enjoying each other's presence and not having to deal with any pretenses thanks to honesty on both sides. Xiao does like that part because it makes his life easier when he's able to just know what you mean since you're being honest.

If you decide that your friendship is getting too familiar and cut him off he'll get annoyed but if you don't seem to be trying to reach out to him he'll decide it's more trouble than it's worth. That means if you miss him you end up having to reach out to him first. However, if it takes long enough he might decide he's going to start just observing you from afar, wanting to keep you safe but not wanting to engage contact since you didn't seem interested in doing so either.

It's not until he realises that you're looking for him that you miss him too, watching as you discreetly bring your eye line up to the buildings or trees that he told you he'd frequent as he would watch the harbour. He decides to continue watching to see if you'd keep looking for him, figuring out that you were. One day he lets your gaze linger on him and offers a wave that you return, deciding that that's enough contact for him to talk to you about what you were doing.

When you two finally clear the air that means you're back to hanging out with each other. He makes a concentrated effort to be more open with you which you respond to well, becoming more extroverted and taking over conversations for the two of you. He really appreciates it, loving to hear you talk and glad that he let you in to his bubble as well.

[peachjagiya]

Wow so it turns out taehyung is military police and they allow tattoos so jungkook could’ve been with him. Also the special forces jungkook wanted to join was 4 years and 3 months not the same as what y’all tried to manipulate it to be. Taehyung could’ve went to the front lines with jungkook but it seems their interests almost never align. The only thing stopping a couple or two people more than friends enlisting together is if they’re out. And since y’all say they aren’t i don’t understand why y’all believe they couldn’t have enlisted together. Next you’re gonna say something about them being sex freaks and not being allowed sexual relief because that’s how y’all see queer people. There’s no risk in enlisting as friends. Which is what all of bts are to each other outside of very specific shipping spaces also known as the real world. You need a reality check. The support they could’ve provided each other under the guise of being just friends would’ve been immense and probably change their entire ms experience. Yet you a woman far too old to be obsessing over young men and their sexual lives believes they couldn’t have enlisted together due to your own fantasies and projections. Need i remind you thousands of you prayed for taehyung and jungkook to enlist together despite believing they’re in a relationship and in a homophobic country but since it didn’t happen and it happened with your rival ship all of a sudden you care about the risks they would’ve endured and now you don’t want it. Do you see the hypocrisy? Cannot believe in 2024 y’all continue to exist but i believe if i stay in the fandom long enough I’ll be saying this in 2034 too. Also to add on to this that reporter confirmed again about taehyung and Jennie’s rendezvous in Paris.

let’s do this line by line cos you caught me in the mood.

Wow so it turns out taehyung is military police and they allow tattoos so jungkook could’ve been with him.

Is this news to you? I knew this in December?

Also the special forces jungkook wanted to join was 4 years and 3 months not the same as what y’all tried to manipulate it to be.

what did I try manipulate it to be? Quick. Find examples. Show your research.

Taehyung could’ve went to the front lines with jungkook but it seems their interests almost never align.

none of them have an interest in being in the military. Taehyung was clear he had goals he wanted to achieve, Jungkook is doing something he enjoys. But it’s beside the point: Why do you think couples are facsimiles of each other? They overlap in places, differ in others like… most people who get on?

The only thing stopping a couple or two people more than friends enlisting together is if they’re out. And since y’all say they aren’t i don’t understand why y’all believe they couldn’t have enlisted together.

don’t preach to me about queerness. It’s my life.

Next you’re gonna say something about them being sex freaks and not being allowed sexual relief because that’s how y’all see queer people.

This is what they call a straw man argument. You are forming your attack on a stance I’ve never expressed. You came up with that. You are quite literally getting mad at your own brain, anon.

but if you do think I think that:

Find examples. Show your research.

There’s no risk in enlisting as friends. Which is what all of bts are to each other outside of very specific shipping spaces also known as the real world. You need a reality check.

So deeply entrenched in the real world that you’re on my shipping blog writing essays about thoughts you erroneously think I have. You literally just made up an argument to have with yourself. The call is coming from inside the house.

but be honest, anon. Come on, you can tell me… you’ve been a shipper, haven’t you? Has your ship recently hit an iceberg? Are you feeling a way? Are you now pretending shipping is stupid anyway and you’re too big for it?

The support they could’ve provided each other under the guise of being just friends would’ve been immense and probably change their entire ms experience.

Is it a guise or do I need a reality check? Make your mind up.

Yet you a woman far too old to be obsessing over young men

Oh! Critical hit! Right in the age.

and their sexual lives believes they couldn’t have enlisted together due to your own fantasies and projections.

I have very little interest in their sex life. Again, you’re inventing a person to be grouchy about.

Need i remind you thousands of you prayed for taehyung and jungkook to enlist together despite believing they’re in a relationship and in a homophobic country

Find examples. Show your research.

I hoped they’d enlist at same time, which is what happened minus a day. I never expected, hoped or wanted them to go together.

but since it didn’t happen and it happened with your rival ship all of a sudden you care about the risks they would’ve endured and now you don’t want it.

As you pointed out, I’m old. My internet history is nearly 30 years long and for at least twenty of those, I’ve been banging on about queer rights and injustices perpetrated against queer people. You don’t know me.

but let’s just rewind to your own words:

And since y’all say they aren’t i don’t understand why y’all believe they couldn’t have enlisted together.

and

Yet you a woman far too old to be obsessing over young men and their sexual lives believes they couldn’t have enlisted together

firstly: was I hoping they did or believing they couldn’t? It can’t be both really.

secondly: if I didn’t care about the risks prior to Jimin and JK’s enlistment news, why do you assert twice that I believed they couldn’t enlist? You’re not making sense.

Do you see the hypocrisy?

Do you see that you’re firing every single argument you can think of, contradicting yourself as you go, at what you believe to be a Taekook monolith of enormous size and yet still can’t make one land?

Cannot believe in 2024 y’all continue to exist but i believe if i stay in the fandom long enough I’ll be saying this in 2034 too.

How will I know who to look out for in 2034? I don’t know your name! You’re real mouthy but you’re also anonymous. It’s almost like directionless ranting and anonymity have a correlation…

Also to add on to this that reporter confirmed again about taehyung and Jennie’s rendezvous in Paris.

ah well I’m converted then. Could you let me know which of his stories we are going with so I can be sure I get it right when I go spread the Ta3nnie gospel?

enjoy the real world, anon. I hope the cool non-shipper kids let you into their clubhouse after this!

[kpopsexstories]

TXT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #7: TOMORROW X TOGETHER (Pt. 1/3)

This is a bonus story for my series Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of TXT. The story is published in three parts over three days.

I've debated whether to publish this story, because it's essentially a gay one. I wrote it 9 months ago when I didn't do any gay content at all on this blog.

I figured it didn't quite fit with the rest of the series, because except for some hints in the first story of the series – which also featured all five members – the boys have been very much into women. But I've already written it after all, and it's not a bad story. So why waste it?

Please enjoy this 3-part bonus story in which the members of TXT have an unusual experience in the showers of a sports center.

Story: The boys of TXT get horny when they shower together after a game of volleyball.

Type: UNCONVENTIONAL

Content: Jerking off together

Word Count: 1,820 (7,997 including Pt. 2 and 3)

Members: Soobin, Yeonjun, Taehyun, Hueningkai, Beomgyu

Story #7: TOMORROW X TOGETHER – Bonus Story (Part 1 of 3)

Volleyball was Beomgyu's hobby, and occasionally he got one or two of his friends to join him to the local sports center for a match. Today, however, he had managed to get all five.

It ended with a win for himself and Soobin, despite the opposing team having a one man advantage. They laughed and joked about this as they took down the net, put away the ball, and headed back to the changing room.

They had the place to themselves and so weren't at all concerned about how loud they were being. Beomgyu preferred this time of day, because it meant he didn't have to answer to any fans who would sometimes come up to him.

At times, he had wished that the company had more to offer than the private gym and pool they all had access to, but he knew a full blown court was too much to ask for, so he never did. Going to the sports center at odd times was usually an equally good solution. On a day like today they had only run in to two strangers who were leaving when the boys first arrived, and the large room in which they played had been completely empty for the duration of the match.

Now, in the locker room, they all undressed in front of each other. There was a time when nudity felt shameful, and they had all felt nervous about undressing in front of their friends at some point. But they had all seen each other naked before, and this many years into their careers they were so close that no one batted an eye.

Even Huening Kai, who was self-conscious about his body, didn't think twice about taking off his shirt, sports shorts and underwear right next to the other boys.

The same was true about showering. The place had a communal shower, a long and narrow room with white walls and a range of open shower heads to one side. There was no privacy here, and there didn't need to be. Serious athletes didn't care, and there was nothing to be ashamed of anyway.

Today, however, one of the boys was feeling a little naughty. As they soaped up their slim and sweaty bodies, Yeonjun – who stood at the far end of the room – was washing his dick. He had been feeling horny and frisky all day for no particular reason, and now he suddenly and inexplicably decided to have some fun.

Probably because they were all so close, and since no one else was anywhere in the changing room anyway, he decided to play and tease. Rather than hide his sudden growing bulge, and think of something else to try to get it under control, he stroke it to make it fully hard. Then, he turned to face the boys who were all lined up in front of him.

“Hey,” he said with a grin to catch everyone's attention. “As a reward for winning, you get the amazing prize and privilege of sucking my dick.”

The reactions to this totally unexpected, very inappropriate, but certainly not unheard of joke varied greatly.

Taehyun and Hueningkai both burst out laughing loudly. They glanced at Yeonjun's hard dick and bent over, unable to control themselves.

Beomgyu immediately felt scared. The sports center was his thing, the place he went to when he needed to relax and do something fun, and he suddenly felt worried. He knew that someone could walk into the changing room at any time, and in this moment he didn't find Yeonjun's silly antics funny at all.

Soobin grinned but didn't laugh. Instead, he calmly finished washing his own long dick, then said: “Shouldn't the losers be the ones suck our dicks?”

This made Hueningkai loose his shit, in the best way possible. He laughed so hard he threw himself on the floor and kicked his feet in the air. He splashed around in the water that flushed from the feet of Yeonjun and Taehyun, toward the drain at the other end where Soobin was standing.

All the other boys turned to look at him, and none of them could hold their laughter in. Even Beomgyu smiled wide when he saw Kai's naked body roll around.

Hueningkai composed himself and held out a hand. “Pull me up,” he said and looked at Beomgyu, who took the hand and helped his friend up.

Taehyun observed the scene. If Kai hadn't done it first and surprised him, he might have laughed so hard he fell over himself.

Yeonjun wasn't ready to let the joke go though. He leaned forward to catch Soobin's eye at the other end of the room, and said: “I can't suck that floppy thing. You need to get hard first.”

Another outburst of laughter from Taehyun, and Beomgyu caved in too. Kai, on the other hand, was drying his tears and trying to calm down, ignoring the naughty talk altogether.

None of the boys were gay. But they had a unique kind of bond and friendship. They were best friends, had lived together for a long time, and had shared rooms in various constellations over the years. They had been though ups and downs, girlfriends and breakups, and all of them had been hard near the others. Some of them had even jerked off together in the past, though those times had all been relatively secret occurrences.

The same could be said of many friend groups and none of those things meant that it was normal to do anything sexual together, but perhaps fame and their unique lives had something to do with it too. Regardless, as funny and weird as some of them found Yeonjun's antics to be, this kind of behavior was, in certain ways, also quite normal for them.

No, scratch that, standing naked beside all the others with a hard cock in your hand wasn't normal at all. But Yeonjun wasn't the only one feeling naughty, and Soobin decided to play along. It was that kind of banter that was normal.

Why things escalated beyond friendly banter on today of all days one can only speculate about.

“Alright,” Soobin said cheekily and started rubbing his own dick. “You want me to get hard?“

“What, no!” Hueningkai said, still smiling wide, and quickly covered his eyes with his arm.

Beomgyu turned around to glance at Soobin, and saw the growing shaft beside him. He wondered if he should be looking at all or if he should do what Kai did, but he couldn't pull his eyes away.

“You guys are insane!” Taehyun exclaimed. He threw his hands in the air and laughed.

The laugh went away when his body quickly went into self defense mode. Seeing an opportunity, when Taehyun raised his arms so suddenly, Yeonjun reached over and grabbed his friend's groin.

Taehyun instantly closed his legs and bent over, lowered his arms and reached for his crotch. “Noo!” he exclaimed.

Hueningkai, who had managed to calm down, was overpowered by a second fit of uncontrollable laughter when he saw what happened. Even Soobin, who had so far merely smiled, laughed at his silly friends.

The sudden touch did do more to Taehyun though than scare and surprise him. When Yeonjun didn't remove his hand despite his best effort to defend his private part, blood came rushing through Taehyung's body. It quickly filled his dick, which started to expand.

Realizing this, Taehyun panicked. He broke free and turned around. But it was too late. Facing Hueningkai in the middle, the dick started to grow to full size.

Still laughing hysterically, Hueningkai pointed and opened his eyes wide. Taehyun, who knew there was no way out of this now, responded by moving closer to his friend. Perhaps if he scared him with his dick, Hueningkai would stop teasing him.

It partly worked. Hueningkai backed away, then ran out of the running water to get away from Taehyun, who now stood fully hard in the middle of the room.

This, in turn, was the point that made Beomgyu cave in a second time. Not to laughter this time, but to sexual arousal.

You only have to picture the scene to understand why: Soobin is almost jerking off already right next to poor Beomgyu. Yeonjun and Taehyun are holding their own hard dicks and swinging them around. Huening is running around naked, laughing uncontrollably. Despite them being close friends – or perhaps because of it – Beomgyu saw no reason to even try to control his own shaft when it suddenly started expanding too.

Okay, if not gay, then at least bisexual.

Soobin noticed it. Now it was his turn to point and laugh. Beomgyu merely shrugged and grinned, and grabbed his shaft to mimic the slow, stroking movements Soobin was already performing on himself.

Hueningkai glanced from side to side. Taehyun had stopped chasing him, which allowed him to calm down and catch his breath. When he took in the sight of his horny friends he didn't quite know what to do, so he asked: “So who's sucking who?”

A sudden seriousness took hold of the room. Hueningkai had only meant to be funny, but there was no more hysteria left in them. Soobin and Beomgyu still giggled, and Taehyun smiled but didn't make a sound. Yeonjun had a dead serious expression on his face, as if suddenly contemplating the situation.

At this point, all five of them became quiet, and all five had thoughts they hadn't really considered before, even throughout their many years of friendship. At least not altogether like this. Naughty, sexual ideas to various degrees.

Even Kai caved in, the last one. He felt his shaft growing, and slowly grabbed it while avoiding eye contact.

None of them were gay. None of them were at all interested in shoving a friend's dick in their mouth. But here they were. Hard, horny, naked, happy, excited, aroused, thrilled and curious. My God were they lying to themselves!

Could we? Should we? Do I want to? Do they? Would they actually��?

What harm could it do? But what would the others think? If I suggest it, will they laugh? If someone else suggests it, will I agree?

Are they looking at me? Fuck I'm horny! I've gotta stop stroking or I'll burst.

Damn, this is hot. Am I weird for thinking that? What if we just jerk off together?

Fuck! I'm so freaking hard. Am I the only one seriously considering this?

They were not. Each and every one of them was thinking similar things. And none of them wanted to be the first to act, nor to let go and stop.

They were interrupted in their thoughts when a deep voice suddenly appeared. “Oh,” it exclaimed, and it sent a shock wave through the boys. The one thing that simply couldn’t happen did, and they were undeniably caught in the act.

Read Part 2 ➡️

[arcadekitten]

kind of spoilers forc cemetary mary in the art??

hi !!! ive only recently started playing your games myself but ive watched a playthrough of its not me its my basement and i loved it and i only got around to playing your games (hfsh and cm so far) for myself just about a week ago and i!!! am obsessed with them!! i love the way you write your characters and how unique they all are and i just think youre really talented and you really inspire me as both an artist and a writer! :D

ive been meaning to post fanart of your silly guys but ive been scared 😢 but imm going to send a little doodle here i did of reggie and twyla traditionally.. also i do plan on drawing ur characters more but im not sure if i should tag you in the posts or not 😓 ANYWAY im very sorry this is so long i just admire you very much andd yah thats it!!!

idk what this is i just wanted to draw them :3 i imagine twy caught mary talking to reginald at the library or something!!! OKAY THATS ACTUALLY IT THANK YOU FOR READING ALL OF THIS IF YOU DID AND thank you for your wonderful games <3

Oh goodness this is the sweetest thing!! Thank you so very very much, I'm so happy to hear you enjoy the games, and am happy that they can feel inspirational!! ♡ It truly is the highest compliment!

You should totally post your fanart!! If it looks anything like this then I know all of it is GORGEOUS!! This is so adorable and I really love it along with your sweet message, thank you so much again! ♡ ♡ ♡

[samzier]

are u reading the hunger games books or have u seen the movies? :0 i've read some books but i've never seen the ending or the movies

THANK U FOR THE ASK ! i have read all of the books (thg and cf twice), and seen all of the movies multiple times since the beginning of july…… i have issues. the hyperfixation hit me like a truck imm in the trenches. The movies also led me to have a josh hutcherson fixation as well so hooray for that

ANYWAYS you should totally finish the books if you ever get the chance!!! Theyre so so good and although mockingjay is an extremely sad read the ending makes up for it. plus tbosas giving us a first hand account of Snows past adds so much to the narrative and world building of panem/thgs history. genuinely amazing books with great movie adaptions as well!! if u dont get around to the books ending i suggest the movies which are less time consuming :3 ironic because despite being lengthy theyre just fairly condensed versions of the books, however the films still do them justice for the most part (besides the fact that they dont include MADGE UNDERSEE 😢 very salty abt it, i love her)

SORRY TO RAMBLE this made me very happy.,.. HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY ANON! <3

[the-pupperrrrrrr]

hi this is the anon from last night and you don't have to respond to this if you don't want to but i just wanted to let you know i'm recovering from top surgery rn and between being mildly hopped up on pain meds and getting the chance to play with you for a while i think that was the hottest night i've had in a Long time anyways you're such a cute, obedient puppy and i hope you had success keeping yourself full as long as possible, thanks<3

hi!!!!

im really glad i could do this with you, it was very fun for me too :33 it was rlly hot, I'm squirming just thinking about it.

imm still keeping the toy in me, it's been 15 hours?? I think?? and it's kind of hard to not think about it too much at times but I want to be a good puppy

it doesn't help that I have a job that requires me to do a lot of math and hard thinking stuff.. maybe I should just quit and become someone's cute little pet full time

thank you for last night anon <333 I hope i hear from you again some time in the future :33

[dearamleo]

New Chapter! The Foreverlost (A Wolfstar BotW AU)

Chapter 3: Locked Momentos

“Ron, you’re doing it wrong .”

“Alright, let’s see you try it then if you’re so good at everything .”

Remus closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on tightening the saddle and situating his bags. Hope, his newly gifted horse, turned her head around to nudge at his side and he ran a hand along her mane trying to drown out their talking. He sighed deeply and returned to fussing with the packs.

“ Potter , stop touching me.”

“I’m not touching you.”

“Yes you are!”

“No, I’m no-”

His knuckles were turning white where he was gripping another strap. He tried counting his breaths, but the bickering behind him only grew louder. “You’re the hero of time,” he mumbled to himself. “You can’t kill the younglings. You can’t kill the younglings. Heroes don’t kill younglings. It’s not a very heroic thing to do.”

“You know we can hear you, right,” Draco’s snotty voice drawled out.

Remus paused what he was doing and turned around on his heels, widening his eyes as big as he could. He let out a loud, exaggerated gasp as if it was the most shocking thing he had ever heard. “ What ?!”

“You’re such a dick,” Ron said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t understand why he has to ride with us anyways.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Weasel?”

“You literally have wings! You don’t need a horse!”

“Just because you have no useful abilities-”

Before another round of childish arguing could ensue, Remus flung himself up into Hope’s saddle and maneuvered her around so she stood in the middle of them all.

“Get on your fucking horses and shut your mouths for five blessed minutes, I am begging of you !”

The four of them all looked at him with owlish eyes, obviously surprised by his outburst. Harry was the one brave enough to follow after him with a quietly mumbled ‘ Yes sir .’ 

Not bothering to look back to ensure they were following, Remus nudged Hope forward towards the other end of the Hogsmeade Pass. He didn’t have to worry about it anyways because not even five minutes later he could hear the foursome already biggering amongst themselves once more as they trailed him. But at least now they were doing so in whispers.

Remus looked up at the sky, an eyebrow raised as if to show the goddesses just how unfunny he found this whole thing. As they finally emerged from the narrow confines of the Hogsmeade Pass, the land of Hogwarts unfurled around them in all its breathtaking glory. Verdant meadows carpeted the rolling hills, dotted with wildflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. Towering trees stood tall, their lush canopies casting dappled shadows upon the earth below.

Remus couldn't help but feel a pang of astonishment at the sight before him. It was as if he were seeing Hogwarts for the first time once again, his memories of the land he had once known so well now rendered as mere shadows in comparison to the vibrant reality spread out before him.

The brilliance of the landscape, illuminated by the golden rays of the sun, was almost startling, just as it had been when he had exited the cave. The contrast between the darkness of his memories and the radiant beauty of the present struck him deeply, stirring a deep longing within his soul.

Lost in his thoughts, Remus gazed out over the land, his eyes tracing the contours of the familiar yet changed landscape. Ignoring the distant bickering of the four champions behind him, his mind became shrouded in a grief that seemed to blanket him like a heavy fog. 

Diagon, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts . The very names whispered through his memories, conjuring images of days gone by, of journeys taken along roads he knew as intimately as the lines on his own palm. But now, as he stood upon this once-familiar terrain, he realized just how vastly different everything appeared.

A century. Honestly, it was a mere blink of an eye in the grand tapestry of time- especially when one is apparently connected to destiny . Yet it was that same blink of time that had wrought an immense impact upon the kingdom. Nature had reclaimed much of what had once been tamed and cultivated, weaving its wild tendrils through the remnants of civilization.

Where once there were bustling villages and cultivated fields dotted everywhere across the land, now there lay untamed wilderness, reclaiming its rightful place in the cycle of life. Trees stood tall and proud, their branches reaching towards the heavens, while foliage carpeted the earth, reclaiming the wilderness that had once been driven out.

Remus felt a pang of sadness wash over him as he beheld the changes wrought by the passage of time. The land he had known so well had become a stranger to him, its familiar landmarks obscured by the march of nature's relentless advance. He’d thought he would find comfort, despite his gaping memories, in at least the familiarity of this land, but even that had been lost to him.

“Do you need guidance,” a soft voice spoke to him.

Remus startled, his head snapping around to find Hermione watching him thoughtfully. Her dark eyes were scrutinizing, but soft. Like she could read his thoughts as easily as a book and she understood.

“Oh,” he said, clearing his throat. “I suppose I didn’t consider how different everything was going to look. I never really needed to think about where I was going before.”

“ The map , Moony.”

Eyes flickering up, Remus could have sworn he heard Prince Sirius’s voice again. Barely a murmur, like it had been carried on the breeze, but still full of the same exasperation. He looked around at the other champions, but Hermione was still only looking at him while Ron and Harry were messing around with their weapons. None of them seemed to have heard the Prince’s voice.

“Perhaps Draco could fly ahead for us and guide the way?”

“Absolutely not,” Malfoy snapped. “I’m not a pet to be ordered about.”

“Enough,” Remus groaned, already seeing the way Ron was opening his mouth again to quip back. “No need to get worked up, Malfoy. I’ve got a map.”

Pulling the map from his bag, Remus held it out and watched as the ink began to bloom just as it had before across the parchment. Opening up the first few folds, he marveled as the same wild landscape of Hogwarts began to bleed across the page out in black and grey. At least on paper, much of the land actually seemed to be the same. There weren’t as many markings for stables, villages or shops, but the true core of Hogwarts was similar enough to what Remus remembered. As the last of the Gringotts Mountains were drawn into existence, a red line was trickling its way back down the map and stopping just shy of Hogsmeade.

“Well, that’s convenient, eh,” Ron said, whistling through his teeth as he peered over Remus’s shoulder. “Where’d you get something like that?”

“Uh, I’m not sure…” Remus mumbled, watching as a tiny crescent moon was blotted right over top of where they stood. “I think… I think the prince left it for me…”

His voice trailed off as he tilted the map one way and another, unfolding further parts of the pages and watching the ways that it grew and expanded. It brought him a startling amount of comfort for just a map. But watching the familiar rivers and mountains, the unchanged valleys and few recognizable town names all be laid out before him brought a sigh of relief- despite all that had changed and all that he was still missing, he had the map and the map would lead him true.

Looking towards the north a bit, he wondered if the prince knew just how much he needed this. The castle wasn’t visible from here and he hadn’t seen that little spark of light amongst the malice since he’d left the Plateau but he hoped the prince could feel his gratefulness, or that he somehow could see.

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itsss just so fucking exhaustingg like i want people to reach out and talk to me but i do nothing to add to the conversation ever and imm SURPRISED?/ when people prefer being around other ppl than me

ii just cant think of anything to say anymore MY MINDS SO clogged by constant swirling negative thoughts and random bits of music and patterns and fears andshitandihyperfocusonmysurroundingsand the feeling of everything on me then i get super self conscious even if theress no possible way anyone could perceive me nd stuff but like yea i dont relaly HAVE any positive thoughts or ideas [that last anyway] so its like what do i even bring up????

AND The things thta i actually can think of get lost so quickly cause my mind works at ultra giga speed mode but alllll of that processing power is used for the wrong shit like i can barely remember anything at this point and im not sure if its because ive actually lost memories or because i cant concentrate long enough to actually recall them aside from brief glimpses of the setting and thats it

ialsohave issues forming memories i think cause like i just dont take in information due to the CSNTARBOMAPAFAS[see paragraph two] goin on so nothing thats actually supposed to be catalogued is catalogued

bt like anyway all i can do now is smoke and work my job which im honestly insanely lucky to have rn its remote which is the only way i can even somewhat handle working so yea thts kinda epic :3

ermm yea its so har d to put thoughts into words and i forgot most of the stuff i was originally gonna vent about while making a new accountt so idk TUNE IN NEXT TIME??

bssstzzttt.,