#it’s unexplainable 😅

[rositaa01xxr]

Let’s express our deepest feelings towards HIM,

Any takers?

Don’t be shy, we all are in an understanding “TCM, Leatherface- Tommy Hewitt” community 🙂‍↕️😜

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#the people upset about Criston being Dornish are constantly stating Dorne is white so why does it really matter? (via @thewitchqueenofharrenhal)

i say ‘i’d love to know why’ but i know the reason people on twitter are actually weird about criston being dornish is that they view media in terms of overwatch diversity points and the team with more overwatch diversity points is morally superior. same as the alicent wasn’t a child bride argument it’s a concern to concede like. abused(5points) woman(3points) dornish(7points) lowborn(6points) because, if diversity is morally weighted, that would imply you think the greens are morally defensible or even superior to rhaenyra. leading to this bizarre refusal to acknowledge these morally neutral traits characters have. anyway clubfoot(10points) so unfortunately larys still 🔛🔝

[rainystarshower]

SFW Alphabet with Aventurine

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chara : Aventurine

cw : possible OOC, grammar mistakes, fluff, gn reader, not proofread

a/n : Oh dear, it’s been far too long since I’ve made something for this page 😅

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A — How they show affection 𝄞≛

For Aventurine, it’ll take time for him to really open up to you. But when he does, he’s very affectionate. He’ll appear out of nowhere — instantly snuggling against you, holding you tight like you’d turn into ashes the second he let go. He spoils you rotten! Even if you try to decline, he’ll sneak it somewhere in your room or bag <3

B — How they are as a bestie 𝄞≛

The only best friend ever!! Aventurine wants to know everything if you two gossip!! If you have quite the limited information and he’s especially invested in whatever you told him, he’ll secretly dig into it more and tell you all about it! He’ll always share the best news from the IPC with you — unless it potentially puts your life in harm

C — How they cuddle 𝄞≛

Cuddles with Aventurine make you feel like he’s on his last breath. He may not seem like it, but when you two are dating or really close, he’ll always be asking to cuddle. He holds you, like you’re something so fragile. He’ll randomly latch himself onto you and never let go!

D — A domestic life with them 𝄞≛

On days when he’s tired, he’ll try to help out with anything the best he can. On days when you’re tired, he takes care of everything; no matter what it is! Though, if you’re both tired? He’ll snuggle up to you, watching whatever you two feel like watching whilst eating fast food. The both of you eventually drifting into slumber in each other’s arms

E — Ending the relationship 𝄞≛

He’d be sour about it. No matter who ended it, he’ll still be upset. Every little thing he does, reminds him of you. Even if he tries to brush it off and bury this reminder of you — it almost feels impossible. For someone he was so vulnerable with, to be gone, out of his grasp is a pain unexplainable.

F — How do they feel committing with you being their fiancé(e) 𝄞≛

He’s all in! Maybe he’ll feel a bit hesitant, worried and scared for the future that could bestow him, or possibly not being good enough in committing, but you, oh you... Your presence soothes him, making him feel comfortable and ready for whatever hurdle may appear as your fiancé or more. He’s ready to dedicated so much to you, as well as his commitment for something so big <3

G — How gentle are they with you 𝄞≛

Very gentle. Even during days he’s in a foul mood, he’ll try to remain gentle with you. Even if you really manage to piss him off, he’ll be upset, but in the end he’ll try and make it up by being tender and sweet with you. For you, the effort would definitely be worth it.

H — Do they like hugs 𝄞≛

At first, no. He’ll flinch and back away, trying to mask how uncomfortable he is with a smile. Though as your relationship develops, you find him hugging you more than you hug him! He loves everything related to you, especially hugs!!

I — How long does it take for them to say ‘I love you’ 𝄞≛

It takes a while. It takes almost everything in him to say it, even if it’s an empty ‘I love you.’

But be patient, wait for him. He’ll love you like no other, constantly reminding you of it in different forms because words can be quite hard. Mustering up the courage to really, genuinely, say ‘I love you’ is rare for him. But it will definitely happen. Take it slow

J — How are they when jealous 𝄞≛

He’s quite petty about it! Oh and hurt... He’ll tell you “Oh, why not ask them to do it for you?” Or if somebody’s flirting with you, he’ll wrap himself around you from behind, purposely calling you the world’s cringe petnames, hoping whoever is flirting with you will take the hint!! When he’s being petty, he’ll eventually break, asking you directly who that person was. He refuses to let go of you until he’s relaxed

K — How do they like kissing 𝄞≛

Aventurine’s kisses with you are tender, sweet and gentle. I like to think of his emotional kisses. Where he pours out his whole heart into his kisses. He gives you pecks here and there whenever he thinks you look handsome, cute, pretty, beautiful — which is almost all the time! Kisses gave him much more meaning after meeting you. Now he’ll practically start whining the entire day if you refuse to kiss him!

L — How good are they with little ones 𝄞≛

Have you seen the way he treats his younger self?! If you have any younger siblings, he’d spoil them beyond rotten just as he does with you. He’s really good with little kids. Some might feel a bit nervous at first around him, but they warm up quickly as Aventurine tells them his PG (?) stories. Perhaps even showing them the cool things he has on him, magic tricks, or anything really. He’s quite patient with them too!!

M — How are your mornings with them 𝄞≛

I’ll admit, mornings aren’t entirely the best with him. Half the chance is you’ll wake up from Aventurine on the call from the IPC, and he’s normally up and at it before you are. On times he’s not disturbed by work, he’s rather cuddly and refuses to get up. He will also not let you get up either. He wants to stay in bed with you forever!

N — How are your nights with them 𝄞≛

Nights are much better than mornings. He always tries to come home early, back to your presence. He gets nightmares most the time, so help him out the second you notice. He’s also cuddly at night but he’s a light sleeper. The slightest creak could jerk him awake, so be extra quiet when you sleep with him!!

O — How open are they with you 𝄞≛

He’s actually really open even if he shows hesitancy in it. He feels guilty for it, but he can’t help it. He tries his hardest to be as open as he can be with his feelings about you or anything for that matter. When he learns how much you truly care, he might end up getting a bit emotional <3

P — How patient are they with you 𝄞≛

He’s very patient. Or so, he tries. With you, as I’ve said, he’ll always make the effort. He’ll wait for you, even it bores him in the meanwhile. As long as you’ll be alright, he’ll be alright. Same is the other way around, you need to be really patient with him too, alright?

Q — Quizz them to know how much do they remember about you 𝄞≛

Everything. Every detail down to the bone. The only stuff this guy would forget would probably be how much money he has left! Even if he finds himself in a muddle, unable to remember something about you, he nails it with his guesses which relief him

R — What’s their favourite moment in their relationship that they remember 𝄞≛

(This is something I think everybody has reallyyyyy different opinions on) I think it’d be the first time he cried in your arms... Sure he was vulnerable during the time and embarrassed about it afterwards, but it’s a memory etched into him. The way you accepted his cries, comforting him, making your scent the scent of ‘home’, ‘security’, and ‘comfort’ to him... Also any of the times you’ve made or bought him something !

S — How secure — protective are they of you 𝄞≛

Protective enough, but if anything happens, of course he’ll be upset. He might dwell on it, but he’ll trust you not to harm yourself again. He’s very protective if he notices anybody glaring at you in a not-so-friendly-way. He’ll run background checks on anybody who harms you and let’s them know that the next time you’re harmed because of them, they’ll have to grovel at your feet for mercy

T — How hard do they try for their relationship 𝄞≛

He tries his hardest. After all, you’re not just some fling to him. You’re somebody he cherishes more than anything, really. He’ll try and try, he’ll keep trying for your sake

U — What’s an ugly, bad habit of theirs 𝄞≛

He has a very... Unpleasant habit of making you worry like crazy, even unintentionally. Sometimes, when he’s so swept up in work, he’ll forget to tell you how busy he’ll be for so and so. He makes up for it when he sees how panicked you were with a dinner and whatever else you’d like!

V — (Vanity) How insecure are they 𝄞≛

He’ll be quite insecure about his eyes no matter what, even if he’s improving slowly. Or maybe he’ll be insecure about some other part of himself, to which he doesn’t confide in anybody with. Although, you take matters into your own hands, reassuring him, comforting him. You make him feel like maybe his insecurity isn’t so bad...

W — Would they feel incomplete — not whole, without you 𝄞≛

Absolutely. With a far developed relationship like yours with him, he’ll most definitely feel unimaginably incomplete without you. He, himself doesn’t understand at first why he feels like something’s missing — though he’s quick to catch on that it’s you. You’re what’s missing and, it kills him. He needs to be with you again, so he can feel whole. Not Aventurine, but Kakavasha.

X — Xtra headcanon 𝄞≛

Cried when you called him ‘Kakavasha’. Your honeyed tone, so tender and sweet... It strikes him in the heart. He really loves you. As well as his cat cakes!

Y — What’s in their list of ‘Yuck!’ things 𝄞≛

He doesn’t like ‘boring’ people. He prefers when people have a little extreme in them, or a rather odd characteristic that makes them stand out differently. He doesn’t like dirty people either. In both ways, personality and literal dirty! If you’re physically dirty due to health issues, he’ll help you out. Otherwise if you’re plain lazy, he won’t appreciate that. Nor does he appreciate people who try to ‘cheat’ during fair and honest gambles. It irks him.

Z — How do they zzz 𝄞≛

Sleeps like a baby!! Even if he wakes up due to any small sound, in his deep slumber, he’s just spread himself all over the bed like a starfish. One of you will end up waking up on the floor one day, that’s for sure. He easily feels when your presence is gone, making him curl up in his sleep, but when he feels you, he’s all starfish again!

[serendippertyy]

today marks the 30th anniversary of the santa clause YAAYY!!!! 🥳❤️💚

this is a franchise that I know like the back of my hand, idk I just have an unexplainable love for it and I love tearing it apart while also finding comfort in it LOL and y'all know that bernard is my main man I love him so so so MUCHHH IDK this is series is just a special interest of mine and I'm SO happy it's that time of year again!! finally something to look forward to! 😅

[thebibliosphere]

I kept meaning to share a resource for MCAS and your post about EDS reminded me!

In the uk there is a charity called MastCellAction.org, I know you are no longer in the UK though it has some incredible information, can help put people in touch with an MCAS specialist, runs regular online educational and supportive events and goes through tests I hadn't heard of prior!

There is also a huge list of pre made forms for reasonable adjustments, and templates for other letters which are helpful for most people who are able to work/study with their disabilities.

You and your followers were a huge help to me when I was struggling to understand the condition, and I hope this can go on to help others.

(Huge win, it even has a section for medical professionals and I finally got my GP to realise just how varied the symptoms are, they are now sharing the website to others to help them support patients, and I keep a print out of the leaflet on me at all times because it's so much quicker for seemingly unexplained medical emergencies)

Oh! That's awesome!

It's been a long time since I've looked for any resources back home and the lack of info and MCAS aware doctors has always made me feel hesitant to ever move back home, so to see this is really encouraging.

Thank you <3

(And I'm so glad you found my blog and my followers helpful. We're really all in this community together holding onto each other for dear life sometimes 😅)

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

Jade & Lilia reacting to their fem s/o that vapes/smokes 👀

Part 4 of S/O Who Vapes/Smokes

(Azul, Jade, Jamil, Lilia)

A/N: ironically I started this before I tried vaping and now I'm trying to quit 😅 (20 days sober lol)

The sheer surprise Azul experiences by seeing a cigarette set casually in your fingers is unexplainable by his standards

Smoke billowed from your parted lips and he let out a small squeak of shock

You turned towards your boyfriend and felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment

“A-Azul! When did you get here?”

“Just in time to see you engaging in a disgusting habit.”

Shame flooded your system and you scowled

In anger you took another long draw and you felt his gaze burn into you

He scowls and marches over to you

You pull back and look at him with defiance but startle when his gaze softens a bit

“Y/N” he started cautiously, “You know I love you and support you no matter what you do, right?”

You nod hesitantly and he continues “But I also want what is best for you and I might come from the sea but I do know a thing or two about stuff that hurts humans.” 

It was hard to look him in the eye as he said that and you busied yourself snuffing out the cigarette

“I love you, Angel but this isn’t good for you and you know it.”

“I know but I can’t help it. Azul it helps, it really does.”

He sighs and sits down next to you, his nose wrinkling at the smell of your after smoke. 

“There are people who can help… I can look into some resources for you?” he asks careful not to upset you

For a moment you sit in tense silence before finally turning towards him with sad eyes

“Can I try to quit on my own first?” 

He smiles and nods at you before kissing you briefly even though you know the smell and taste bothers him

“Of course Angel. I’m with you every step of the way.” 

You’ve only been vaping for about a month but you could tell you were already addicted to it

The flavor, the feeling, the smell, the buzz, all of it was more addicting than anything you’ve ever experienced

The problem you had now was that your boyfriend just caught you taking a hit and you were suddenly regretting all of it

Jade was quiet for a moment, standing in your dorm room doorway stiffly

As if he snapped out of a trance he stepped into your room and closed the door behind him as he set his bag down

“So, how was your day?” 

You cringed inwardly and looked down at your vape which you still held like it was a lifeline that could save you from this conversation

“Jade…” 

“My day was good, Floyd tried to beat up a student and Azul wants me back early tonight to test out a new recipe before he opens the lounge”

His eyes met yours and you saw cold indifference in them

It hurt your heart to see him like this after you spent so long trying to get to the softer side of him which he rarely let anyone see, not even Floyd had been given that privilege since they were kids

“Jade!”

He raised an eyebrow and sighed dramatically as he sat on your bed

“Listen little Coral, I don’t care what you do or don’t do with your life but I do know that there are other ways to handle your problems.”

You bit your lip, feeling like a scolded child 

“You will get through this and next time you feel the urge to bring that nasty device to your precious lips, come to me and I will distract them with a much more therapeutic activity.” 

You blushed wildly and gawked up at him 

“Now about that test you have tomorrow” he said with a smirk

You scowled at the thought of the impending doom that loomed over you then grinned as an idea struck you

“You know Jade, I’m kinda feeling like vaping right now. Maybe I could take you up on that offer?”

Needless to say, you didn’t get much studying done

It’s late when Jamil finds you smoking off the balcony at Scarabia

Kalim had invited you to stay the night after another one of his parties and you agreed knowing it would make the childish dorm leader happy

You didn’t expect that anyone else would be up this late so when you heard a shocked gasp you startled

Jamil had been on his way to the kitchen to make some tea for Kalim who was having trouble sleeping but strayed from his original task to take the cigarette from your hand

“What are you doing?!”

You rolled your eyes as if you were annoyed even though you just didn’t want to see the disappointment in his gaze

He waits patiently for a response but when it’s clear he isn’t going to get one he sighs

He takes your hand gently and pulls you towards him into a hug

“I know that you can’t help it if you are addicted but if you aren’t yet please stop. I love your voice and I love you, I can’t imagine not having either one day because of this.”

You look up at him with shameful tears in your eyes and he frowns as he wipes them gently

“I’m sorry Jamil.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry you feel like you have to do this.” 

The two of you talk for hours into the night about how he can help you and eventually you fall asleep in his arms

Lilia has seen and tried just about everything there is to try so when he sees you with a mysterious device in your mouth he is confused

You pull the vape device from your lips and he watches as white vapor follows it

As he gets closer he notes that it smells like the fruity scent you usually have

He had assumed it was some kind of perfume but he supposes it probably comes from your peculiar vapor device

That's when it hits him- the smell of nicotine hidden under sickly flavoring

Any normal human wouldn’t be able to scent something so subtle but to him it’s as if you had bathed in the stuff

“Love?” he appears next to you suddenly

Months ago that would have scared you but now you found it endearing

“Lilia!” you exclaim, slipping your vape into your pocket in what you hoped was a natural and unnoticeable way

He raised an eyebrow and summoned the vape to his hand and held it in front of you

“What is this odd device?” he asks in his rare serious tone

Sighing you explain to him that it is a modern way of smoking and that it is healthier than cigarettes so it is ok to do

He frowns through your explanation

“First, nothing that contains addictive non-prescription substances could ever be healthy in any way, second I can smell the chemicals that are no doubt doing damage to your lungs as we speak.”

Maybe he was being a little dramatic but he knew how sensitive humans were to these things and he would do anything to keep his human healthy and safe

You look at the ground while he speaks and he sighs in frustration

He doesn’t want you to feel scolded or ashamed, he just gets nervous about your health

“We will figure it out ok love? For now can you try not to do it as often?”

You nod and he kisses you soundly, Lilia will do anything for his human and he vows to find an alternative to your vaping device that allows you to feel secure in yourself and him to feel secure in your health

[night-dazai]

Happy Birthday Dazai Osamu !!🌹🥳🎂

(a.k.a my husband )

This was also a request and since it was my love's birthday I thought I would combine both. Also become a lot longer than expected 😅 summary: Your boyfriend who had gone on a long mission is back home but you feel he is not the same also his birthday is the next day and you do not want this tense air.

“Bella ~ “ his velvet voice dripping with lust was whispered in your ear “ I need you to relax hardly 2 fingers are in and you hold me down like this ?”. Long thick fingers pumped in and out of your puffy cunt which had been eaten out for hours “You have a take something bigger relax love “ he said gently kissing your lips which was a huge contrast to how his fingers fucked you.

(The image is from Pinterest )

It had been a boring weekend, your college had given you a long weekend due to Good Friday while he had a day off cause he “did a good job and deserved it “ the director said. That is what he told you but you were not fully sure how true it was “Dazai I am bored, “ you said for the nth time while your 8-month lover was busy reading his book for the 10000th time.

He woke up late, and while you had breakfast ready both of you shared the meal and soon went to bed and lay around till lunch for which you ordered takeout and kept lying around. You had done the majority of your work so you started watching the series you always wanted to while he started reading his book near. Dinner was a simple meal and again as you continued your series he continued to read.

For some reason you had a feeling he had been avoiding you, well it started a few weeks ago before the month-long mission the agency had. He said we won't come to your shared apartment for 4 days and the reason was “ cannot put you in danger “. His eyes were clouded, he did not look at you fully or he did not even hug you after saying that, he just left.

During the span of the mission he would come home less and less and you guys would be together, talk, eat and all but still something felt odd …..something was off.

You had told Dazai you were a virgin when you guys were having a very heated makeout session and as his hands tried to go into your pants. But the moment you told him, he stopped … stopped everything pulled you into a hug and you guys went to bed. After 3 days the intense mission started.

Nights became longer and lonely, and the bed was always cold you were getting used to it but somewhere deep down you felt hurt.

“Dazai!” you shouted voice louder than the person dying on the TV “Look at me “You had turned and were sitting on your heel to face your lover who sat calmly next to you cross-legged reading that stupid suicide book.

“Yes Bella?” he asked not taking his eyes off the book, you did not know what to say “What would get his attention, “ you thought and soon one word struck you “Let's have sex, “ you said loud and clear.

Dazai turned to look at you with the most unexplainable expression, chocolate brown eyes wide and mouth parted and his hands holding the book slowly fell to his lap “Y/n what happened ?” he asked.

“I…..I…am a virgin so…pls..slow or .la..later?” she stammered into my ear. The tightness in my pants just became more tight “ Bella? “ I looked at her. She surely was inexperienced when we started dating but this is huge.

“Ah ..fuck !” I cursed silently tracing my hands on her curves next to me like I was the safest person on the planet. Of course, I am not she should get away … My hands rested on her hips “I ….should go slow …..slow” I tell myself.

The mission was easy, but y/n … just looked more and more tempting “ I should wait till she is ready ?”

Tears well in your eyes, and you feel stupid “sex ?”.Your first bf left you cause he did not want to teach you how the be in bed while the second was so obsessed with many weird kinks when he pulled the straps and whips on your first time. You practically ran away. Both your previous relationships ended horribly due to your inexperience “Will he not like me too ?” you thought and asked.

“do you not like the fact that I am a virgin ?”

Dazai’s hands cupped your face while the book fell on the floor “ Bella of course I love you and what is this ? Did something happen ?” he asked.

All you could do was nod your head wiping your tears “No…but please I want you to take me “ you said and climbed onto his lap settling your hands on his broad shoulder “Please…take me ..” your voice begged.

His hands swiftly planned on your hips gripping it tightly “Love.. it is no compulsion for you to have sex with me . We can always wait till you are ready “ he said softly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear “Hum?”

Now you were not sure if he did not like you or cause it was because he thought you could not work well in bed ? “now that hurts my ego samu~” you said and leaned in your hands going down his chest to his belt “I…..need y….you …..”.

Tall fingers found your hands and held both your hands down “Love… Are you sure? I feel that there is something else that is making you do this ?” cold lips found your flushed neck “Tell me Bella ~” he cooed.

All your resolve crumbled down, no matter what compared to you the experienced bandaged man always had a way of making you a mushy mess “You…are avoiding me ….since.that night “ you mumbled falling on him and planting your face in his neck.

His brown eyes widen for a second understanding setting in instantly he chuckles hands which held you down are removed and wrapped around your waist tightly “Y/n…” he laughs a lot louder now “Seriously you are the cutest “ he says and carries you to your shared bedroom while you clung to him like a kola.

"Maybe thinking that she might need space was a wrong idea, " Dazai thought.

Putting you down gently on the bed like a glass doll “Leave me love I need to get some things” he said trying to pull your hands from his neck but you shook your head “What things?” you asked not looking at him.

“Wet towels, water, some lube …Bella let me go for a second “ he said again and before he could talk a moan left his mouth “That's what you get ass” you said biting his neck hard and making him whimper.

Smiling suddenly he pulled your pony, making you whimper “If you wanna play with fire let's play “ he said grabbing your hair a little harder and making you fall on the plush pillow “Sit back and enjoy “.

Your night pants and top were off in a second while his bandaged hands romaned your untainted skin gripping your flesh in certain places and pulling out moans you never thought you could make.

Being naked under him made you feel nothing but vulnerable and scared, but right now when you look into his eyes all those vanish. Lovely brown eyes filled with nothing but love and lust looked at you.

As if possessed you moved your hands from your chest showing everything “Beautiful Bella ~” he said eyes eating the naked flesh in front of him as his shirt and pants were getting removed.

Left in his underwear he towered over you, eyes asking for permission, tongue out and ready to taste you “Come here “ you said pulling him into a hug and making him immobile “ y/n …you have to leave me “ he said patting your hair. But you did not answer or nod, just an erratic increase in your breathing.

Feeling the ridge breath and heavy movements of your chest Dazai pulled back worried “Did I push her too far ?” he thought.

But again as you tried to pull him back into a hug to hide your face, he caught your hands. Holding them down by your face which was turned to the side to avoid looking at him “Tell me what is it love?” he asked voice soft and caring.

“Gentle … I am not ..sure how it will be but…” you looked right into his eyes “Please..gently “ you said.

His orbs widened for a second but he gained his composure soon” We can stop any second you want to, “ he said moving your hair to the side to kiss your jaw and neck.

Leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses his tongue works near your neck and collarbone ripping moan after moan.

“Y/n such a lovely voice, should I record it ?” he teased nipping the red mark on your neck, eye which was screwed shut opened up looking at him.

He sucks once more satisfied with his marks and admires it while stroking your sides “Don't worry …..nothing you hate will be done “.

Hands roaming in your chest “ such pretty breasts, all full and all for me “ he jumped between them like they were his last meal sucking and nibbling at the hard buds “Mine right ?” he asked again holding your right bud between his teeth while his hand plays with the other he looks up at you for an answer.

Refusing to answer you stay quiet, while he bites harder making you yelp “AH! That hurts !” you say looking down at him. Eyes staring right into your soul “Answer me y/n all mine right ?” you could only nod your head.

Chuckling at your shyness he gets up “ I need words love “One hand strokes your face while the other travels down to your core, which is throbbing and wet.

“yes..yours” you say trying to avoid his gaze but his hands pull your face and his lips on yours. It was a tad bit rougher and deeper, his finger which was teasing near your core now ghost near your clit, flicking it.

It was a little painful but felt weirdly nice, the flick was not too hard. Satisfied with your reaction he got up and opened a drawer next to the bed pulling out a packet of condom you never knew existed there.

Dazai removing the condom and putting it on himself was a sin to watch, bandages slowly fell from his body revealing scars of the past. His past was of murder and death but scars were also there cause he no longer wanted to live.

Slowly moving up you tugged at this arm pulling it closer to your lips, kissing every scar you could find. Swloly you worked your way up your shoulder, collarbone, chin, lips and forehead “I love you “ you said kissing him again.

Your boyfriend was a stone for a few seconds, checks flushing hands fumbling he hugged you tightly “ I love you too..more than you know “his voice filled with emotion but was hidden in your neck.

You somehow got the courage to kiss him like this but now both of you fully naked made you feel more vulnerable. Dazai still hugging you brought you back to the bed “Now relax “ he said kissing you . One hand was nipping at your hard bud while the other went down and trusted a finger in.

Long slender fingers worked their way into your tight cunt as you held on to his biceps “Da..samu…enough….” you said between hard inhales. Dazai chuckled looking at your state, wet eyes and cheeks, lips parted for oxygen intake, chest rising and falling having your lovely breasts moving in a rhythm which made him more hard and ready to cum on them “No love” he kissed your forehead and your nose “still not “.

He moved his hand and hit a spot inside which had you screaming and shocked for a second with your reaction “There..see right here “he pressed the spot again but this time harder. “I am using only one finger and you react like this …you need to be well-trained “ he cooed. An evil smirk played on his lips while the understanding settled in your eyes he slowly inserted another finger in you “I need you to take 3 fingers first okay Bella?”

30 minutes? 1 hour? you had no idea, you had 2 intense orgasms which left your legs shaking and feeling like jelly but still stiff, hands hurt from the sheer grip you had on the sheets and your boyfriend's hair. You thought you had pulled out a few strands but seems like you had no such strength “Sweet love…” he licked your dripping pussy again from the bottom to the top flicking the overly stressed bubble of nerves “See soo sweet “he got up sucking his fingers clean tasting you while making sure you watched each action.

You heard your friends tell you “Nah sex can be very boring or disappointing not like what we read in books “ but have told you it was amazing and even better than the books. And today you knew for sure sex with Dazai will never be anything short of otherworldly.

Kissing your lips, tongue dominating your insides he slowly spread your legs wider, you realised what he was doing …distracting you. You opened your eyes to find brown pupils looking at you “Relax, might hurt I can stop anytime okay ?” he said. All you could was nod your head and hide your face in the crock of his neck.

He was not very grithy but his length was a bit on the above-average longer side and the grith was no joke. His tip kissed your folds twice before entering.

Dazaai tried to keep an eye on your face but you did not let him, cause you knew if he saw you in pain he would stop “go..” you said while he hesitated listening to your hissing noises. And in ..he was inside you, little red droplets combined with your previous release and his pre cum dripped out “Y/n…?you feeling good ?” he asked patting your head “look at me please ?” he begged.

You slowly let go of his neck and lay back down, tears running like a stream down your face, lips open and breathing hard you looked up at him “I…don't know…feels weird “Your eyes looked below at your connecting with him “hurts …but…also ..weird “ you sniffled.

His mind was racing in all directions and telling him only one thing “ slow..gentle ..her first time “ but he wanted none of that. He wanted to start moving thrusting his hips, ramming into your cunt, watching your cry more tears but “it's fine ..it will feel good love “ he said wiping a few tears “Slalty “ he thought licking it.

Slowly he moved his hips while you helped his arms for your dear life, but it was long before his thrusts took a higher pace. The pain was present but something else was taking over you “Mh... Samu..” you mumbled mindlessly “Yes love right ..he..here” he grunted sensing your sudden tightness.

After making sure you were adjusted to his little faster pace “Bella, hold here “ he said bringing one of your hands to his neck while he held the other with his and rammed his hips into your cunt. The thrust was rough and bruising, you were sure your ass was red and all the air left your lungs in a second hand you panting.

He patted your head with one hand “Good girl ..ta..taking me so well..” he said through gritted teeth while ramming into you at a pace you did not expect the slender man to be capable of.

Soon you felt the third knot ready to release “Dazi…da…I..” you mumbled unable to form proper words . “Gonna cum huh ?..cum for me y/n ..cum on my cock “ he said. And right on those commanding words you released while he followed you in seconds.

Panting hard you lay there unable to lift even a finger, your whole felt like it was on fire, it felt jelly but also stiff “How do you feel? does it hurt anywhere?” Dazai asked removing the used condom and putting on his trousers.

“Mhh…it..was intense, “ you said and looked at him, keeping your eyes open was a very big struggle “We have to clean ..or should I get towels here?” he asked ready to do your words.

Instead, you patted the space by your bed “Check the time “ you said “12:15 am “ Dazai replied coming near you and patting your head while the other hand lay on your stomach “I was really not sure what to gift you but I am also not sure if I am worth it here ….” you opened your arms and smiled “Happy birthday Dazai Osamu “.

Your feeble voice and words had the man in front of you crumbling, leaping into your open arms “Tha. thank you y/n” he said. You were not very awake but could feel his words' emotions. He got up and held your face “You are enough more than ever, I am not worthy of such an angel “ he said. The face showed an emotion you could not read but hoped it was not full of sadness.

“Don't say that …if you are not worthy of me who will take me huh ?” you giggled. The tiredness was taking over you “ I am sorry ..” you yawned “ I cannot stay away but I am the first one to wish you “You smiled at your lovely boyfriend through half-open eyes “ I hope you enjoyed y…..yawn your present and thank you…love you “ you mumbled as soon closed your eyes.

As you drifted into a deep slumber, you could not look at the single teardrop that fell from his eyes, kissing your face “ I love you too angel ..my saviour “ he said getting up to clean you.

After he was done, he hugged your body tightly burying your face in his chest, even though a sleep you snuggled into his warmth giving a statsifed hum …you never knew the kind of power you held on this man for you slept while he watched his saviour rest.

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[muiitoloko]

Is there a sequel for “who are you” (Lionel and reader)? I feel like you could explore more that plot

Title: The Lion's Lair

Summary: Lionel’s carefully controlled world begins to crumble as a seemingly ordinary woman sparks a fire he cannot extinguish.

Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader

Warnings: none.

Author's Notes: It took me a bit, but I finally cranked out a second chapter for this series! Now, just sit tight and prepare to wait another thousand years before the next one drops 😅.

First and Second part here.

Also read on Ao3

Lionel spent the next few days in a state of restless unease, unable to shake the memory of your encounter and the strange, unexplainable connection he felt toward you. It gnawed at him, keeping him awake at night, haunting his thoughts during the day. The vision of your smile, the touch of your hand, the whisper of the name "Richard" all played in a loop in his mind, teasing him with a truth just out of reach.

Determined to uncover the source of this unsettling familiarity, Lionel began to investigate you with the same relentless precision he applied to his business dealings. He had his personal assistant, a sharp and efficient woman named Diana, discreetly look into your background. She quickly discovered that you were a student working multiple jobs to make ends meet, including waitressing and delivering pizzas. But beyond that, there was nothing remarkable, no hidden connections or secrets that could explain the intense reaction Lionel had to you.

Still, Lionel couldn’t let it go. He found himself visiting the places where you worked, always keeping a discreet distance. He didn't approach you, didn't even speak to you. He simply watched, trying to decipher the mystery you represented. It was unlike him to be so fixated on anyone, let alone someone as ordinary as a pizza delivery girl. Yet, the more he saw you, the more convinced he became that you were anything but ordinary.

One evening, unable to sleep, Lionel sat in his study, the room dimly lit by the flickering flames in the fireplace. He sipped a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat, but doing little to ease the tension coiled inside him. He stared into the flames, his mind drifting back to that moment in the rain, when you had knelt beside him, shielding him from the downpour with your coat. The memory was so vivid, so powerful, that it made his chest tighten with a longing he couldn't explain.

As the fire crackled softly, Lionel found himself whispering your name, his voice hushed, as if afraid to give voice to the feelings churning within him. "Who are you, really?" he muttered to himself, frustration lacing his tone. He downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, the liquid burning his throat as he set the glass down with a heavy thud.

The room seemed to close in on him, the silence oppressive. Lionel pushed himself out of his chair, pacing the length of the study, his thoughts racing. He was a man of action, used to taking control of every situation, yet this...this was different. You were different. And he hated the way you made him feel so unmoored, so vulnerable.

With a frustrated growl, Lionel ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots in an attempt to clear his mind. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself. "You're acting like a lovesick fool, Lionel."

But no matter how much he tried to dismiss it, the truth was undeniable. He was drawn to you, inexplicably, irresistibly. And it terrified him.

Lionel picked up the phone with a determined grip, his fingers hovering over the keypad for a moment before he dialed the number for the pizzeria. The familiar chime of the ringing line did nothing to calm the restless energy coiled in his chest. He inhaled sharply, trying to compose himself, but his heart continued to race as he waited.

"Giovanni's Pizza, how can I help you?" a cheerful voice answered on the other end, the sounds of the bustling kitchen in the background.

"Yes, I'd like to order a pizza for delivery," Lionel said, his tone betraying none of the tension he felt. He quickly scanned the menu in his mind, though it hardly mattered what he chose. His true focus was on who would be bringing it.

"Sure thing! What would you like?" the person asked, a touch of enthusiasm in their voice.

Lionel hesitated for just a fraction of a second, then rattled off an order. "I'll have a Margherita pizza, extra cheese, with a side of garlic bread."

"Great choice! And the address?"

He recited his address, the penthouse suite in one of London's most exclusive buildings, his voice steady despite the anticipation building within him.

"Your order should be there in about thirty minutes," the employee informed him. "Thank you for choosing Giovanni's!"

Lionel ended the call, his hand lingering on the phone for a moment as he stared at the screen, lost in thought. He knew the chances of you being the one to deliver his pizza were slim—after all, it could be anyone on the delivery roster that night. But he couldn’t shake the feeling, the hope, that it would be you.

Pacing the length of his opulent living room, Lionel’s mind raced with possibilities. What would he say if it was you at his door? How could he explain his sudden interest, his relentless need to unravel the mystery that surrounded you? He had never felt so uncertain, so completely out of his depth. And yet, there was a thrill in the uncertainty, a challenge he found himself eager to face.

The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness, each second dragging out longer than the last. Lionel poured himself another glass of whiskey, sipping it slowly as he tried to calm his nerves. But the fiery liquid did little to ease the tension that gripped him. His mind kept drifting back to that brief moment in the rain, the way your hand had felt in his, the way your voice had soothed the storm raging inside him.

Finally, the intercom buzzed, jolting Lionel from his thoughts. He crossed the room in two quick strides, his heart pounding in his chest. He pressed the button to answer, his voice steady as he spoke. "Yes?"

"Pizza delivery for Mr. Shahbandar," came the reply, and Lionel felt a jolt of recognition at the sound of your voice.

It was you.

For a moment, he was frozen, caught between the desire to act and the uncertainty of how to proceed. But the moment passed quickly, and Lionel composed himself, a smile curling at the edges of his lips.

"Come on up," he replied smoothly, pressing the button to unlock the door. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he moved to stand by the door, his mind racing with the possibilities of what might happen next.

As the elevator hummed to life and began its ascent, Lionel took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions get the better of him—not when you were so close, not when he had finally found a way to see you again.

You stood in the elevator, the soft hum of the machinery barely audible above the pounding of your heart. The polished walls reflected your image back at you—damp hair from the rain, a few stray drops still clinging to your jacket, and eyes wide with confusion. You had just delivered dozens of pizzas that night, but none had made you as anxious as this one. Why would Lionel Shahbandar, of all people, order from Giovanni’s? Was this just a strange coincidence?

You quickly dismissed the latter. Shahbandar wasn’t the type to crave late-night pizza deliveries from a small, unassuming pizzeria. He was a billionaire, after all. Men like him didn’t eat pizza—they dined at five-star restaurants where even a simple Margherita was a gourmet experience. You snorted at the absurdity of the situation, the sound of your own laughter comforting you somewhat as the elevator slowed to a stop.

But then, if it wasn’t hunger, what was it? Had he wanted to see you again? Maybe he wanted to thank you for what you did in the rain, though that seemed unlikely. Lionel Shahbandar didn’t strike you as the kind of man who indulged in gratitude or even acknowledged help from someone he considered beneath him. You chewed on your lip, trying to reconcile the image of the powerful tycoon with the vulnerable man you’d seen that day on the street.

The elevator beeped, breaking your train of thought as the doors slid open. You straightened your shoulders, holding the pizza box a little tighter as you stepped out into the opulent hallway. Thick, plush carpet muffled your footsteps, and the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air. Everything about this place screamed wealth and power—two things Lionel Shahbandar undoubtedly possessed in spades.

You reached his door and hesitated for a moment before raising your hand to knock. Before you could make contact, the door swung open, revealing Lionel standing in the doorway, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His sharp features were softened by the dim light of the hallway, but the mischievous glint in his eyes remained unmistakable.

"Good evening," he said, his baritone voice smooth and deliberate. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his hooked nose casting a slight shadow over his face. "I see my pizza has arrived."

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by his tone. It wasn’t the voice of a man simply accepting a delivery—it was the voice of someone who was in control, who knew exactly what he was doing. You forced yourself to remain composed, offering him a polite nod as you extended the pizza box toward him.

"Here you go, Mr. Shahbandar," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Your Margherita pizza, extra cheese."

He took the box from you, but instead of stepping back to let you leave, he lingered in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you. "You seem surprised," he observed, tilting his head slightly. "I take it you didn’t expect a man like me to order pizza?"

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you weren’t impressed by the grandeur or the man before you. If anything, you were more confused by his actions, by this odd encounter. So, you decided to be honest, even if it meant risking his disapproval.

"To be honest, no," you admitted, your voice steady. "I wouldn’t have pegged you as a pizza guy, especially not from a place like Giovanni’s."

Lionel’s smirk deepened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, but perhaps I’m full of surprises," he mused, his tone teasing. "Or maybe, just maybe, I was in the mood for something a bit more... down to earth."

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at charm. "Or maybe you just wanted to see me again," you countered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Lionel’s expression didn’t falter, but you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes—surprise, perhaps, or curiosity. "You’re quite perceptive," he remarked, his voice softening slightly. "And maybe you’re right. Maybe I did want to see you again. Is that such a terrible thing?"

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Lionel Shahbandar wasn’t a man who admitted things easily, and the fact that he had said it so openly left you momentarily speechless. You shifted your weight, suddenly feeling the awkwardness of the situation. What were you supposed to say to a billionaire who might have just admitted to being intrigued by you?

"Well," you began, trying to find your footing, "I guess that depends on why you wanted to see me."

Lionel’s gaze didn’t waver. "I wanted to thank you," he said, surprising you again with his candor. "For what you did the other day, in the rain. I’m not used to people helping me, let alone someone like you."

There was something in the way he said those last words—someone like you—that made you bristle. You weren’t sure if it was his tone or the implication, but it didn’t sit well with you. You crossed your arms, giving him a steady look.

"Someone like me?" you repeated, a challenge in your voice.

Lionel seemed to realize his mistake, and for a moment, he looked almost apologetic. "I didn’t mean it that way," he said quickly. "I just meant... you didn’t have to do what you did. Most people wouldn’t have."

You relaxed slightly, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook completely. "Maybe," you replied. "But I did, and you don’t owe me anything for it. Just... take care of yourself, okay?"

There was a long pause as the two of you stared at each other, the tension thick in the air. You could see that Lionel was used to getting his way, to bending people to his will with nothing more than a smile and a few well-placed words. But you weren’t impressed, and you weren’t about to let him charm his way out of this.

Finally, Lionel let out a small, resigned sigh, nodding his head slightly. "Fair enough," he conceded. "But if you ever find yourself in need of anything—a favor, a job, anything—don’t hesitate to ask."

You nodded, appreciating the gesture even if you weren’t sure you’d ever take him up on it. "Thanks," you said simply. "But I think I’ve got it covered."

With that, you turned to leave, but Lionel’s voice stopped you just as you reached the elevator. "By the way," he called out, "you never answered my question."

You turned back to him, frowning slightly. "What question?"

He gave you a sly smile, the kind that made you think he was always a few steps ahead. "Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice low and almost conspiratorial.

You hesitated, unsure of what he meant. But then, you remembered that strange feeling of familiarity, of warmth, when you’d touched his hand. The same feeling that had left you so unsettled.

Instead of answering, you just gave him a small, knowing smile before stepping into the elevator. As the doors closed, you caught one last glimpse of Lionel Shahbandar, standing in his opulent hallway with a curious expression on his face—an expression that told you this wasn’t the last time you’d be seeing him.

You pressed the button to go down, the soft hum of the elevator beginning its descent. The momentary relief of leaving Lionel's presence was interrupted when the elevator suddenly halted, the doors sliding open once again. Your eyes widened in surprise as Lionel Shahbandar stepped into the small, enclosed space with you. He carried a casual air about him, but there was something in the way he moved—an unspoken confidence that made you instantly alert.

You couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of apprehension, a natural reaction to being alone in such close quarters with a man you barely knew. Lionel seemed to notice your unease, his sharp eyes catching the brief flicker of uncertainty that crossed your face. Yet, instead of addressing it, he offered you one of his signature mischievous smiles, as if daring you to relax in his presence.

The doors slid shut behind him, and for a moment, the only sound was the soft whir of the elevator as it resumed its descent. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep your gaze focused anywhere but on the man standing so casually beside you.

"You seemed in a bit of a hurry to leave," Lionel remarked, his tone teasing. "Were you planning on charging me for that pizza, or was it a gift?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized you had completely forgotten to take his payment. You glanced at him, trying to gauge whether he was mocking you or simply making light of the situation. His expression was amused, but not unkind.

"I—uh—I forgot," you admitted, your voice a little flustered. "That was my mistake."

Lionel let out a soft, rumbling laugh, the sound of it vibrating through the confined space of the elevator. "Not every day I get free pizza," he mused, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

You took off your pizza bag and opened it, pulling out the receipt and handing it to Lionel. He glanced at it, his expression casual as he reached into his wallet. Without much thought, he handed you more than what was listed, his voice smooth as he said, "Keep the change. Consider it a tip for a job well done."

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the gesture. His nonchalance made it clear that the amount was nothing to him, but it still felt strange to accept such a generous tip from someone like Lionel Shahbandar. Still, you thanked him politely, tucking the money into your pocket.

As you turned to put your backpack back on, the elevator suddenly jolted, throwing you off balance. The lights flickered and then went out completely, plunging you both into darkness. You barely had time to process what was happening before you let out a sharp scream, instinctively reaching for the nearest object to steady yourself—Lionel.

"Bloody hell!" Lionel cursed as you wrapped your arms around him, your fear evident in the way you clung to him. He could feel your rapid breaths against his neck, the way your fingers dug into his shoulders as if you were trying to anchor yourself. He was used to being in control, always composed, but the sudden darkness and your panicked grip on him sent a jolt of something unexpected through him.

"Relax," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble in the confined space. "It's just a power outage."

But you didn’t seem to hear him, your mind too consumed by the fear that had taken hold of you. Elevators were one of your biggest anxieties, and being trapped in one with no light and no idea of when it might start moving again was pushing you to the brink.

"Hey," Lionel’s voice was closer now, the warmth of his breath against your ear sending a shiver down your spine. "It’s okay. I’m here."

You cursed under your breath, hating the situation and hating even more that you were forced to rely on this man, this stranger who seemed to exude control in every aspect of his life. The last thing you wanted was to be vulnerable in front of him, but your fear left you with little choice.

"I hate elevators," you muttered, your voice shaky as you tried to steady your breathing.

Lionel chuckled softly, his hands moving to rest gently on your arms, as if to reassure you. "You don’t say," he teased lightly, though his tone held a hint of concern. "Well, I can promise you that nothing bad will happen while I’m here."

There was something in his voice, that mix of mischief and genuine reassurance, that made you want to believe him. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of trust in him, something you hadn’t expected. The darkness pressed in around you both, heightening the tension, and you were acutely aware of every point of contact between your bodies—the way your chest pressed against his chest, the strength of his hands as they held you, the heat radiating from him.

"I’m not letting go," you whispered, a mixture of defiance and fear in your voice. "Not until the lights come back on."

Lionel’s breath hitched slightly at the closeness, and he couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips. "I wouldn’t dream of asking you to," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, sending a shiver down your spine. "Besides, I quite enjoy having you this close."

You could hear the smirk in his voice, and despite the fear still gnawing at you, his words sparked something else—something more primal. You were aware of the intimacy of the moment, how your bodies were pressed together in the dark, how his breath warmed the side of your neck.

You scoffed lightly, feeling the absurdity of the situation despite the darkness enveloping you both. “I bet you enjoy any woman clinging to you like this,” you remarked, your voice tinged with both annoyance and a hint of amusement. The words were meant to deflect, to take control of a moment that felt increasingly out of your hands.

Lionel didn’t disagree. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he replied, “Well, I’m not usually one to complain.” His baritone voice, rich and smooth, carried a warmth that made your stomach flip, despite your best efforts to resist his charm.

But before you could respond, the elevator jolted again, this time with more force. You gasped, your body tensing as you instinctively buried your face against his shoulder. The fear you had tried to suppress surged back with full force, your breath catching in your throat as the darkness seemed to close in around you.

Lionel’s hold on you tightened. “Hey, it’s alright,” he murmured, his voice a calm anchor in the sea of your rising panic. His hands moved soothingly along your arms, trying to steady you, but it wasn’t enough. The fear was too strong, too overwhelming. You couldn’t focus on his words, couldn’t stop the spiral of anxiety tightening its grip around your heart.

And then, in a sudden shift, Lionel’s voice turned sharp, almost commanding. “Quiet,” he growled into your ear, the word rolling out with a mixture of irritation and authority.

The command caught you off guard, freezing you in place. It wasn’t just the tone—it was the familiarity of it, the way it seemed to cut through the fog of panic like a knife. For a moment, you couldn’t understand why you obeyed him, why the mere sound of his voice made you still. But something about it felt... known, as if he’d spoken to you like this before, in another time, another place. The sensation filled you with irritation, a flicker of defiance sparking to life within you. Yet, despite that, you couldn’t bring yourself to disobey him.

The tension between you was palpable, thickening the air inside the cramped elevator. Lionel’s body was warm against yours, his breath hot against the side of your neck. The command had done something—had shifted the dynamic in a way that made your pulse race, not just from fear but from something far more primal. You felt the heat of his hand as it slid down your back, his fingers pressing into your skin through the fabric of your clothes, holding you close.

He leaned in, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spoke again, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words sending a shiver down your spine, not of fear, but of something darker, something you couldn’t quite name.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the rhythm chaotic and erratic. You wanted to pull away, to break the hold he had over you, but the dark intimacy of the moment rooted you to the spot. The elevator was a world unto itself, a small, confined space where nothing existed but the two of you and the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

You clenched your hands against the front of his shirt, your knuckles brushing against the hard muscles of his chest. The scent of his cologne filled your senses, heady and intoxicating, mingling with the warmth of his skin. You hated the way your body responded to him, the way the proximity made you hyper-aware of every movement, every breath, every beat of your own heart.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath, the question slipping out before you could stop it. The words were laden with confusion, with a strange, unsettling sense of déjà vu that you couldn’t shake.

Lionel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tightened his hold on you, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You felt the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled beneath his clothes as if he were holding himself back from something, from some unspoken impulse. His nose brushed against your cheek as he leaned in closer, his lips barely an inch from your ear. “Because,” he said, his voice husky and low, “I think we’ve done this before.”

The words sent a shockwave through you, a jolt of recognition that left you breathless. The way he said it, the certainty in his tone, made something click into place deep inside you. It wasn’t just the fear that had you holding on to him—it was something far deeper, something that went beyond logic or reason. A connection, ancient and powerful, that neither of you fully understood but both of you felt.

Your fingers tightened their grip on his shirt, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. The elevator was still and silent now, the earlier jolts having subsided, but the atmosphere between you was anything but calm. The silence stretched, heavy and charged with unspoken words, with the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you.

Lionel’s grip on your neck tightened, just enough to make you aware of it, to remind you of the power he held in that moment. But he didn’t push, didn’t force the issue. Instead, he simply held you there, close and tense, as if waiting for something—for you to make a move, for you to break the tension that had been building between you since the moment the lights went out.

But you didn’t move. You couldn’t. Because, despite everything, despite the confusion and the fear, there was a part of you that didn’t want to. A part of you that craved the closeness, the intensity of the moment, even as it scared you. You wanted to push him away, to regain your composure, but the truth was, you were just as trapped by your own emotions as you were by the darkened elevator.

Lionel leaned back slightly, just enough to bring his face level with yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, warm and inviting, but he didn’t close the distance. He didn’t kiss you, didn’t break that final barrier. Instead, he waited, watching you with those sharp, calculating eyes, the ones that always seemed to see too much, to know too much.

The tension was unbearable, a heavy weight pressing down on both of you. You could feel it in the way your heart raced, in the way your breathing hitched, in the way your body reacted to his presence, even as your mind screamed at you to pull away, to stop whatever was happening before it went too far.

You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your breath as you felt Lionel's presence so close, almost suffocating. "If I'd ever been with a billionaire," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "I'd definitely remember."

Your breath mingled with his, the air between you thick with tension. Lionel’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if weighing your words, trying to decipher the layers of meaning beneath them. His hooked nose cast a slight shadow over his face, making his expression seem even more intense.

"So what is it then?" Lionel whispered back, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "This connection between us… Is it just a figment of our imaginations? Or is it something more?"

You resisted the urge to step back, to create space between the two of you. But in the confined darkness of the elevator, there was nowhere to go. His hand on the back of your neck was firm, possessive, holding you in place as if he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.

"Maybe it’s destiny," Lionel suggested, his tone half-teasing, half-serious. "Maybe we were meant to find each other."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head despite the heat radiating between your bodies. "Destiny?" you scoffed, the skepticism clear in your voice. "That’s bullshit. I don’t believe in that sort of thing."

Lionel’s smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. "So cynical," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against the nape of your neck, sending an unbidden thrill through you. "But if it’s not destiny, then what is it? Why do I feel like I’ve known you forever, even though we’ve only just met?"

You didn’t have an answer for him, and that uncertainty gnawed at you. The way he spoke, the confidence in his voice, as if he was certain that there was more to this than just chance, made you uneasy. But you refused to let him see that. You were determined to hold your ground, to show him that you weren’t someone who could be easily swayed by his charm, his wealth, or his words.

"I don’t know what this is," you admitted, your voice low and measured, "but I do know that I don’t believe in fairy tales or fate. Life’s too messy for that."

Lionel’s grip on your neck tightened just slightly, enough to make you aware of it, to remind you of the power he held in that moment. His breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel the tension in his body, coiled tight like a predator waiting to strike.

"Messy," he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with a hint of disdain. "Yes, life is messy. But sometimes, the mess leads to something... worthwhile."

You scoffed, refusing to be drawn in by his smooth words. "Or it just leads to more mess," you countered, your tone sharp. "You might be used to getting what you want, Lionel, but I’m not something you can just… acquire."

His eyes darkened at your words, a flicker of something dangerous flashing through them. For a moment, the air between you crackled with unresolved tension, the heat of it almost unbearable. But instead of backing down, Lionel leaned in closer, his lips just a hair’s breadth away from yours, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

"Who said anything about acquiring?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips. "Maybe I just want to understand why you’re different. Why you’re the first woman in a long time who hasn’t fallen at my feet."

The challenge in his voice was unmistakable, and it ignited a spark of defiance in you. You refused to be another notch on his belt, another conquest in his long line of lovers. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny the pull between you, the way your body responded to his nearness, to his voice, to the intensity of his gaze.

"I’m not here to entertain your curiosity," you replied, your voice steady even as your heart raced. "And I’m not interested in playing your games."

Lionel’s smirk returned, but there was a hardness to it now, a hint of frustration mingling with the desire in his eyes. "You think this is a game?" he asked, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. "Because if it is, it’s one I’ve never played before. You’re not like the others, and that makes you... interesting."

His words hung in the air between you, laden with meaning you weren’t sure you wanted to unpack. But before you could respond, the elevator jolted again, the lights flickering back on as it resumed its descent. The sudden brightness was almost blinding after the darkness, and you blinked rapidly, your grip on Lionel loosening as the tension was momentarily broken.

He stepped back, his hand sliding from your neck to rest briefly on your shoulder before he let go completely. The look in his eyes was still intense, but there was a flicker of something else there too—something that made your heart skip a beat.

"We’re not done, you and I," Lionel said quietly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "Not by a long shot."

You didn’t respond, couldn’t find the words as the elevator doors slid open to reveal the lobby. You stepped out quickly, eager to put some distance between yourself and the man who had so thoroughly unsettled you.

But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Lionel Shahbandar was right. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

You put on your pizza backpack and walked quickly to your motorcycle, shaking your head in confusion. The tension in the elevator still clung to you, wrapping around your thoughts like a stubborn fog that refused to lift. As you reached your motorcycle, you grabbed your helmet, fitting it snugly over your head. You couldn’t help but mutter to yourself, “Damn destiny… as if that even exists.”

You scoffed at the idea that Lionel Shahbandar might be anything other than a calculating, smooth-talking tycoon, a man who knew how to get what he wanted—whether it was a rare piece of art or a woman. You could easily imagine him saying those same words to countless others, each time with that same mischievous glint in his eye. The notion that he might have somehow stopped the elevator just to create that charged moment crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed it. “He’s the type who’d do anything for a thrill,” you muttered, shaking off the remnants of the encounter.

With a firm twist of your wrist, you started the bike, the familiar rumble of the engine grounding you as you pulled away from the luxury building. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets glistening under the dim glow of streetlights. You weaved through the quiet city, your thoughts still churning.

You weren’t impressed by Lionel Shahbandar. Sure, he had that air of power and confidence that might make others swoon, but to you, it was just a facade. Beneath the charm and the wealth, you knew there was a man who thought he could manipulate anyone into doing what he wanted, someone who was used to getting his way with a wink and a well-timed compliment.

The further you got from his opulent world, the clearer your thoughts became. You weren’t just another woman for him to add to his collection, and you certainly weren’t about to let him get under your skin. The night air whipped past you as you rode, the cool breeze a welcome contrast to the heat that had built up in that dark elevator.

As you navigated the slick streets, the adrenaline began to fade, replaced by a sense of resolve. You wouldn’t let yourself get caught up in whatever game Lionel Shahbandar was playing. You had your own life, your own goals, and no time for the likes of him—no matter how charming he tried to be.

By the time you reached your next delivery, you felt more like yourself again. You parked the bike and removed your helmet, smoothing down your hair as you glanced at the building in front of you. It was nothing like Lionel’s posh penthouse, just a regular apartment building where people lived their normal, everyday lives.

You grabbed the pizza from your backpack, giving yourself a little shake to fully dispel any lingering thoughts of the man who had, for a brief moment, unsettled you.

“Just another customer,” you told yourself firmly as you walked to the door. “Just another delivery.”

And with that, you pushed Lionel Shahbandar out of your mind. You had work to do, bills to pay, and a life that didn’t involve playing games with a billionaire who thought he could charm his way into anything—or anyone.

Lionel shut the door behind him with a heavy thud, his hand lingering on the polished wood as if it could somehow anchor him back to reality. For a moment, he simply stood there, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts that he couldn’t quite control. The encounter in the elevator had left him rattled, more so than he wanted to admit. He had dealt with countless women before—flirted, charmed, seduced—but never had he been left feeling so... exposed.

He pressed his palm to his chest, where your touch still seemed to burn through his skin, a lingering warmth that he couldn’t shake. The memory of your breath against his neck, the way your body had pressed against his in the darkness—it was all too vivid, too real. And yet, it was more than just the physical connection that haunted him. It was the sense of familiarity, of something ancient and inexplicable, that refused to leave his mind.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his tousled, gray-blonde hair. His fingers trembled slightly as they raked through the strands, betraying the calm facade he was so determined to maintain. Lionel was not a man who lost control, especially not over a woman—a pizza delivery girl, of all things. And yet here he was, leaning against the door of his own home, trying to catch the breath he hadn’t even realized he’d lost.

With a frustrated sigh, he pushed himself away from the door, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the pizza box on the kitchen counter. He had forgotten about it the moment the elevator had stopped, every thought consumed by you. Now, the sight of the mundane object only served to deepen his irritation. It was ridiculous—he was ridiculous. To be so unnerved, so off-kilter, by something as simple as a touch, a look, a fleeting moment in the dark.

Lionel crossed the room in quick, determined strides, his movements sharp and purposeful. He reached for the bottle of whiskey on the counter, the same one he had poured from earlier, and filled a glass to the brim. The amber liquid sloshed over the rim as he lifted it to his lips, taking a long, steadying sip. The burn of the alcohol was a welcome distraction, a familiar sensation that helped to dull the edges of his tumultuous thoughts.

As he set the glass down, his eyes drifted back to the pizza box. He knew he should eat something, but the thought of food made his stomach churn. Instead, he focused on the memory of your face, the defiance in your eyes when you’d called him out, the way you hadn’t been impressed by his charm or his wealth. It was maddening—and oddly exhilarating. He wasn’t used to being challenged, especially not by someone like you.

“Someone like you...” he murmured, echoing his own words from earlier. There it was again, that sense of something more, something deeper that he couldn’t quite grasp. It was as if you were a puzzle piece he didn’t know was missing until now, and the realization left him both intrigued and frustrated.

Lionel pushed the pizza box aside, his appetite for anything other than answers completely gone. He moved to the large windows that overlooked the city, the glittering lights of London spread out before him like a sea of possibilities. But tonight, they offered no comfort, no solace. He could only think of you, and the way you had looked at him in that elevator, the way you had seemed to understand something he hadn’t even begun to process.

He hated it. Hated the way you had gotten under his skin, the way you had made him feel—vulnerable, exposed, human. It was a sensation he hadn’t felt in years, and he didn’t like it one bit.

But even as he tried to push the thoughts away, to bury them under layers of logic and reason, he knew it was futile. You had ignited something in him, something he couldn’t easily dismiss or ignore. And that realization was terrifying.

Lionel took another sip of his whiskey, his eyes narrowing as he gazed out at the city below. He had always considered himself a lion—a predator who knew how to hunt, how to get what he wanted without ever losing control. But now, for the first time in his life, he felt like the prey. And the sensation was as exhilarating as it was infuriating.

He let out a slow, measured breath, his mind racing with possibilities. There was no denying it—he needed to see you again, to understand what it was about you that had thrown him so completely off balance. But he also knew that he couldn’t rush it, couldn’t force it. This was a game, and he needed to play it carefully, strategically.

A slow smile spread across Lionel’s face, a dangerous glint sparking in his eyes. He might be rattled now, but he was still Lionel Shahbandar. And if there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he always got what he wanted in the end.

He downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, the liquid burning its way down his throat. Yes, this was a game—a slow burn, a challenge unlike any he had faced before. But he was more than ready to play.

And as for you? Well, you might not be impressed with Lionel Shahbandar now, but he was determined to change that. One way or another.

With that thought, Lionel set the glass down with a decisive clink, his mind already working through the possibilities. He would find a way to see you again, to unravel the mystery you represented. And when he did, he would make sure that this time, it was you who was left breathless, left wondering, left wanting more.

Because if there was one thing Lionel Shahbandar knew how to do, it was how to make an impression. And he had no intention of letting you slip away so easily. Not when there was so much more to discover, so much more to explore.

Yes, this was only the beginning. And Lionel Shahbandar was ready to see where it would lead.

[psychics4unet]

20 Signs You’re Probably an Empath (and How to Protect Your Energy!)🌟

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Hey there, beautiful souls! 🌈 Are you feeling all the feels lately? Like, sometimes you’re just soaking up vibes from everyone around you, and it’s a little overwhelming? 😅 If you nodded yes, you might be an empath! Here’s a fun and insightful list of signs that show you’re an empath and some cool tips on how to protect your energy. Let’s dive in! 💫

Signs You Might Be an Empath 🧘‍♀️✨

You feel overwhelmed in crowded places 🥴 – Being around large groups of people can leave you feeling drained or anxious.

You absorb other people’s emotions 😢 – You often find yourself feeling what others around you are feeling, even if they haven’t said anything.

You have a strong intuition 🔮 – You frequently know things without being told and have a strong sense of what’s going on beneath the surface. This might indicate psychic tendencies.

You feel deeply connected to nature 🌳 – Time spent in nature revitalizes you, and you may feel a strong bond with animals and plants.

You struggle with boundaries 🚧 – It’s hard for you to say no, and you often take on other people’s problems as your own.

You’re highly sensitive to sounds, smells, and touch 🦋 – Loud noises, strong scents, or certain textures can easily overwhelm you.

You prefer solitude to recharge 🌌 – After social interactions, you need alone time to regain your energy and feel like yourself again.

You’re drawn to helping professions 👩‍⚕️ – You feel a natural pull toward careers that involve helping others, such as counseling, nursing, or teaching.

You often feel tired for no apparent reason 😴 – You may feel exhausted even without physical exertion, likely due to absorbing others' energies.

You can sense when someone is lying 🤥 – You have a knack for picking up on dishonesty and hidden motives.

You have a hard time watching violent or tragic media 📺 – News, movies, or TV shows with violence or tragedy deeply affect you.

You often experience mood swings 🌧️☀️ – Your mood can change rapidly, depending on who you’re around or the environment you’re in.

You’re a natural healer 💖 – People are drawn to you for comfort, advice, and emotional support, just like they are to a psychic.

You feel drained after socializing 🥱 – Social events can leave you feeling completely exhausted, even if you enjoy them.

You struggle with being called “too sensitive” 😕 – Others might tell you that you’re overly sensitive or emotional, which can be frustrating.

You have a deep understanding of people 👁️ – You can easily see through people’s facades and understand their true emotions and intentions, almost like you’re using psychic reading.

You avoid confrontation 🏳️ – Conflict and arguments feel extremely uncomfortable, and you go out of your way to avoid them.

You experience unexplained physical symptoms 🤒 – You may have aches, pains, or other physical symptoms without a clear cause, often linked to emotional absorption.

You have a hard time focusing in chaotic environments 🌀 – Noise and disorder make it difficult for you to concentrate.

You find comfort in creative expression 🎨 – Activities like writing, painting, or playing music help you process emotions and feel centered.

How to Protect Your Energy 🛡️✨

Set clear boundaries 🚫 – Learn to say no when you’re feeling overwhelmed, and don’t take on more than you can handle.

Practice grounding techniques 🌍 – Use grounding exercises like deep breathing, meditation, or walking barefoot on the earth to stay connected to your body.

Create a safe space 🛋️ – Designate a room or area in your home where you can retreat and recharge.

Use protective visualization 🌀 – Imagine a protective bubble or shield around you that deflects negative energy and keeps you safe.

Regularly cleanse your energy 🔥 – Use techniques like smudging with sage, taking salt baths, or using crystals to cleanse your energy field.

Limit exposure to toxic people 🚷 – Identify and minimize time spent with individuals who drain your energy or bring negativity into your life.

Establish daily rituals 🕯️ – Start and end your day with rituals like meditation, journaling, or quiet reflection to keep your energy balanced.

Practice self-care 💆‍♀️ – Prioritize activities that nourish your mind, body, and soul, such as exercise, healthy eating, and hobbies you love.

Stay hydrated 💧 – Drinking plenty of water helps flush out any absorbed negative energy and keeps you feeling refreshed.

Use healing crystals 💎 – Carry or wear protective crystals like black tourmaline, amethyst, or rose quartz to help shield and balance your energy.

Regularly disconnect from technology 📵 – Take breaks from screens and social media to avoid absorbing too much external energy.

Practice mindful breathing 🧘‍♀️ – Use deep, mindful breaths to center yourself whenever you feel overwhelmed.

Engage in regular exercise 🏋️‍♀️ – Physical activity helps release any pent-up energy and keeps you grounded.

Spend time in nature 🌲 – Regularly connect with nature to recharge and balance your energy.

Surround yourself with positive influences 🌞 – Build a circle of supportive, positive people who uplift and energize you.

Use affirmations 🌟 – Repeat positive affirmations to strengthen your emotional resilience and reinforce boundaries.

Engage in creative outlets 🎸 – Channel your emotions into creative activities like art, music, or writing.

Maintain a balanced diet 🥗 – Eating nourishing foods can help stabilize your energy levels.

Seek out energy healing practices 🌿 – Consider practices like Reiki, acupuncture, or energy healing to regularly clear and balance your energy.

Get plenty of rest 💤 – Ensure you’re getting enough sleep to allow your body and mind to recover from the day’s emotional absorption.

So, do any of these signs resonate with you? ✨ Drop a comment below or join our Reddit community to share your experiences and connect with fellow empaths! 🌍

Being apsychic empath is both a gift and a challenge. 🌟 By recognizing the signs and taking steps to protect your energy, you can embrace your empathic nature while staying balanced and strong. And remember, you’re not alone on this journey! 🌈

[yeoldeghostofmushrooms]

Hello! I found a pack of some old gel crayons and I had an unexplainable urge to try and draw Anya with them.

It was a lot of fun trying to figure out how to use a medium which I have no familiarity with and that's why I'd like to encourage you to try as well! Just try and take a look around your home, find some medium that you haven't used in a while/aren't very good with and give it a try! It can be anything, a doodle, collage, painting… just try to go out of your comfort zone and have some fun in the process :)

Also, please tag me if you do, I'd love to see your attempt! :D

(Please excuse the poor quality, I was a bit worried about the colors staining our printer, so I just took a photo of the piece with my phone 😅)

In case anyone is curious, here are the gel crayons I used:

The fine lines in the doodle were made by scraping off the top layer with a skewer.

[superkooku]

Question about mythology inspired stories and creative liberties

I'm asking this because I plan to write my own fic from an established Greek myth and kinda want a second opinion. I'm writing for myself in order to train and have fun, no publishing plan.

Since I barely started, I won't ask anyone to beta-read it (I don't know if I'll even show it on the net). But I'd like to have a second opinion, or rather multiple ones.

I'm a bit embarrassed because I don't usually post about my projects but I decided to try.

The myth I chose isn't told in one theater play or a poem, but mentioned in sources. So that lets me room to make a story out of it, to fill in the holes and unexplained parts. Like I'd want to add character interactions that didn't take place, or themes or smth.

But I know the myth is about a very important established figure and I don't want to mangle the original story or lose the meaning.

Even though I won't make something as extreme as "it's in USA now", "Perseus X Medusa" or "Odysseus stabs Poseidon with his trident" (lol Epic 🤣), I'd still like to write the thing while keeping the story compelling and with some ✨ancient Greek authenticity✨.

So I'm asking you for advice so I can have a general direction.

(also is it okay to pull stuff from latin sources when the Greek ones doesn't provide a contradicting answer ?)

And since I love to complain, it would kinda be hypocritical not to make any effort myself 😅

Tagging : @katerinaaqu @margaretkart @nysus-temple @sarafangirlart @dootznbootz @aliciavance4228 and anyone else who'd like to provide an opinion on this.

(obviously you don't have to answer but I'm curious)

Edit : just to be less vague, it's about Asclepius.

[callofdudes]

What’s your HC of König reacting to someone having a crush on him? And Him vice versa? I’d love to read your thoughts! :)

Big boy with lots of big feelings. That's it, that's the headcanon. (I'm kidding, here are my actual thoughts)

I'm going to treat this as y/n x König

König is nervous every day. He lives and breathed anxiety (same bro) so when he meets you he's nervous. When he starts to catch feelings, he's nervous. He genuinely has no idea he's attracted to you. Like yeah you're good looking but that's as far as his mind usually lets him wander before he turns into a nervous pile of goop.

Your compliments affect him in ways others usually don't. Again, he's always nervous so he doesn't see the connection right away. Or for a while in that regard.

"Oh König you're so huge, I'd love to see the world from your perspective!" One compliment that makes his heart twist and melt. You want to be like him?? To see the world like he does??

He would die for you. No second guesses. No second thoughts. You need someone to lay down their life for any reason he is right there.

Unexplainably whipped.

He doesn't understand why, but he is.

He loves to watch you fight, it makes falling in love with you just that much easier. How you stand up for him when he's feeling caught up in himself.

All of a sudden really wants to impress you. Whether it's showing off his strength of sparring others while you watch. König wants to do everything he can to make you see what he is capable of.

He's totally ok with the others talking to you at first. When he sees you hanging around and talking with them it's fine. But when his feelings become deeper rooted the love and infatuation turns to frustration. He's doing everything he can to show off to you, to impress you. And yet you want to talk to the others??

He's is devastated that his anxiety holds him back from conversation with you a lot. He's capable on the field, he can push through like the tank he is, but he couldn't ask you out if he got a million dollars with it.

He gets reprimanded after a difficult mission when he ran back over a field littered with mines just so they wouldn't have to leave you in the danger zone.

He does everything he can to protect you. Even from little things. You're completely capable but he's so nervous he doesn't realize his 'knight in shining armor' act also starts to include stuff like picking you up so you don't have to walk through the mud.

"Good morning, I made you some coffee/tea", "If the recruits ever give you any trouble I promise you can come to me", "Why would I ever let you get hurt??", Some of the things he's said before.

While these things wouldn't seem like a big deal, König is afraid of offering up his help, scared it'll be dismissed and disgarded. But he trusts you, telling you he's always got your back.

His simple admiration and wishes to show off, quickly becomes somewhat of a competition. It's unhealthy, but König hasn't had very many good influences in his life and to lose you would kill him. So he fights for you.

You're very attractive so if another soldier attempts to express affections or fondness, König will either scare them off, or jump into the conversation.

You assume this behavior is just friendly at first. And then you catch on.

König, along with liking your personality, could stare at you for days. He gets anxious when his dreams become you, and only you. And eventually it becomes painful to be around you and not tell you how much he loves you.

The kind of guy to take "I feel the same" as an invitation to show you the giant scrapbook he'd put together of your potential wedding.

He never wanted to confess, until you, classically, got injured and when he was allowed to see you he burst into tears, telling you he was so worried he'd lose you and he couldn't fathom losing someone he loved so dearly.

As for someone crushing on him:

König was very rarely complimented in his childhood. Often hiding his face when people called him a monster until it became a part of him. Mocked for his height and told he couldn't accomplish his dreams of sniper duty with how huge and fidgety he is.

Who could ever fall in love with him?? He's a monster.

So he's pretty dense.

He's used to mockery and such so you being very kind and loving to him is pretty much foreign.

He couldn't put together you loved him if you smacked him over the head with a frying pan and called him yours.

However, when he does figure it out he's flattered. So flattered and a bit confused. I hate to say "why would you love me?" But it's exactly what he'd say.

He's the guy who melts under your compliments. Even before he likes you or know you like him, your compliments just make him feel loved.

He's never dated. Hasn't done anything with anyone ever. But of course, when he finds out you like him his first thought I'd immediately "but I'm so tall?? How could that work? Would they still love me if I couldn't please them??" He's so worried he'll fall short.

"Would you love me if I was a worm" kinda guy.

And same with wanting to impress you if he likes you, it's the same vice versa. If you have a crush on him, he will do everything in his power to impress you. Even if standing in front of you is all it's ever taken.

Baby thinks he can't be loved, I've made that pretty clear. But if you ever treated him to a nice dinner no questions asked no strings attached - you are the most amazing person on the whole planet.

König finds it endearing that while you have a crush on him, you're also protective of him. Keeping other teammates from getting too close or up in his business.

He's flattered when you offer to help with recruits and training. But he's certainly not upset to have you along.

It's most of the same thing.

However, when he finds out someone has a crush on him, for real, it's not a joke. There is like this little protective mode that goes off in his brain. When he isn't so nervous.

The logic is like "they like me, so there shouldn't be any fear?" And he will get cocky. Again, showing off, grabbing your attention, getting close to you as possible.

Not too sure when it switches for König but once he really settles into the fact that he knows you have a crush on him, he is gonna make your blush a permanent fixture on your face.

Just don't flirt back. Oooh don't flirt back. You. Will. Break. Him. Anxiety? Gone. Cockiness? Gone.

"What does it take to get in your bed, big boy?"

König is broken. His brain is stuck. He can't move. When he is flirted with, especially with blatant bedroom talk it melts his brain.

I hope you like it. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, but I did my best 😅

[pringlesaregoodngl]

Hi welcome back 😊 I’m glad you are feeling better now and hope you continue to get better ❤️‍🩹 I know I kinda already requested or suggested some ideas in the past but I was wondering do you think maybe you could do a hazbin hotel character (of your choice if you want) x pinkie pie reader like they are hyper, supper friendly and sweet, love making people smile, takes a cannon with them everywhere they go that can be used as a weapon but mostly party purposes, and can do supernatural things unexplained like how pinkie made her head inflat like a balloon one and lifted herself off the ground and her pinkie senses and stuff (also I totally can see Vox becoming like twilight trying to figure out how they do all the supernatural stuff they can do 😅)

Anyway glad you are back and can’t wait to see what you write about next 😊

helllo! I love waking up to pinkie pie requests or Mlp but anyways ur wish is my command 🩷

characters: Vox, Velvette , husk I was gonna do Adam but I already did him with a pinkie pie reader

warnings: not to much swearing

Vox 💙

:>

so he likes ur how u act but u kinda scare him with the cakes…

u and vox are talking to Val and then random out of the question “ and maybe enjoy cake!” “ where what and how??” He said confused on where u got it from

And then later on u make him eat the cake

he loves when he shot confetti in peoples face *not his* he always dies laughing

💙

Velvette

she kinda likes it ig

When u pull out the cake she’s very concerned “ darling where the fuck did u get that from” “ I have my ways” u giggled

when u shot confetti at someone she takes a picture and laughs walking away

she loves when u pull pranks on people she does laughing

🩷

husk

he likes for who u are

when u pull out a cake he just laughs” where did u get that from and how did u make so fucking quick?” “ one day I’ll tell u !”

when u pull pranks on Alastor he tries to hold in his laughter

He’s not really a party person but he likes when u do so does the Hazbin hotel crew

🧡

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

One of the issues with disney movies lately is some of the disney female protagonists is the adorkable personality. Which worked with Rapunzel and Anna but as time passed on, it seem to be the norm which the problem came once Wish revealed. Although despite that issues, all but Asha have reasons the way they are.

Rapunzel and Anna have been isolated from everyone with Rapunzel in the tower with only a chameleon as her friend and it didn't help that Mother Gothel is abusive to her while Anna stays in the castle with her sister being distant to her. I am not sure she is close with any of the servants since they are servants. Of course, they are socially awkward but they improve with Rapunzel having to experience social interaction in her TV series while Anna no longer has this in the sequel.

Moana is mostly serious and adventurous, which overshadows her quirkiness as only shown during her time in the ocean compared to the island as she fulfilled her duty as future chief. She has some laughable moments, but it doesn't stop her to continue her goal to saved the world and she is usually the serious of the two which the other is Maui.

Mirabel's quirkiness is the way she is because of how she isolated by her family and her village didn't pay much attention to her due to her being giftless which is why she tries her best to fit in. Her main personality is being empathetic as she helps her family with Antonio being brave enough with her favorite cousin by her side, Luisa talking about pressure that Mirabel listened, and Mirabel helping Isabel to let go of perfectionist. She can also be seen sassy like how she talks about Isabel.

Whereas Asha has no reason for the need to be quirky and awkward, she seems to be accepted by her friends, family, and the kingdom before the events of the story. She could have been an introverted, graceful woman who admired the king that she wanted to fulfilled his footsteps before realizing the truth.

Raya, Judy, Elsa, and Merida are the four disney female protagonist (not counting Pixar, I only included Merida since she is a princess) to not have that personality which is why are likable. The only issues they have is the movie itself especially Raya's movie theme being the trust message that is dangerous to followed, Zootopia's twist villain, the way Elsa is handle in the movies, and the bear curse parts.

Disney TV shows also have this issues with female protagonists, but not gonna say much since I am not sure if you know or not.

I haven’t seen like 3 of the movies listed here (Moana, Raya and the Last Dragon, and Brave) 😂 but I’ll trust that you know what you’re talking about, since I’ve seen Asha being compared to previous “adorkable” female leads like Rapunzel, Anna, Moana, and Mirabel in other Wish reviews.

The other 4 can have their quirkiness justified by being extremely sheltered and/or an outlier in their respective communities. However, this is not true of Asha, who is not only well known but also loved in Rosas—by her family, her friends, and heck, even the QUEEN.

It definitely feels like Disney got too comfortable with its formula, and in trying to please both modern audiences and older fans, they ended up pleasing no one. They’re so focused on making sequels and live action remakes now (which I guess is… easier??) 😅 I don’t know why Disney doesn’t make characters that are unique yet strong in their own ways. They’re capable of innovative characters (even if the execution of the overall stories aren’t great), as we see in Frozen and Zootopia (movies I have seen).

I did hear there was a lot of executive meddling in Wish’s production, so I wonder if this is why Asha had an unexplained quirkiness to her rather than a character that makes more sense for what she is and where she comes from. With her dad being a philosopher, I could see Asha working better as a quiet and introspective type who learns to be brave and to speak up for her own dreams and the dreams of those she loves rather than being a passive stander-by. This would actually give her a stronger character arc and growth rather than remaining static as she does in the actual movie we got 😔

[witchhuntress]

Big GH News! (I think???)

I don’t know if you guys have heard yet, but the National Diet Library has now digitalized this

BUUUUUUT it can only be accessed by those who reside in Japan. AND YOU KNOW HOW ITS AUCTIONED MORE THAN $2k????

HOWEVER🥰🥰🥰🥰

DL IT HERE 🫶🫶🫶(It’s in JP tho 😅) FINALLY A CLEAR COPY.

However, the contents except the chatlog have already been translated. There’s only Angel on a Bicycle and System of Unexplained Phenomena.

I’ve been really busy nowadays so I’m really sorry I haven’t been updating one pages and vol 3 stuff and other things. But yeah for those who want to try reading the Chatlog, HERE IT IS A GOOD COPYYYY!!!

I do plan to translate it when I have time and make a PDF of it. Hope you guys stay healthy and safe~

[callsign-rogueone]

been enjoying your writings and I had a thought from the Bodhi/Darling line. And you don't have to give too much detail if it is included down the line in their story. But when Bodhi told Violet that he defend himself from an assassin butt naked in the showers, in your cannon would Darling have been with him In there? Maybe just so they can protect each other? Or would she have learned about this the same time that Violet did? Low-key I kind of hope she was in there cause personally I would have asked if he was ok, then been a little turned on after. Just saying, after reading that in IF I wanted more details... But in your universe how would this have gone down?

oooh I love this ask! I love talking about all the gfs of course, and I’m always happy to answer questions like this so thank you 💗

I saw a theory the other day that Col. Aetos is the one paying these people to keep trying to kill Bo, since canonically he’s the eldest / “most important” marked one that was at Resson (bar X/G who are graduated) and has the closest ties to Xaden. I like it. and I’m gonna roll with that theory for some of the girlfriends… hehe >:)

anyway, I had to think about this one… it might make an appearance in their storyline at a later date, but I don’t know when I’ll have time to write it all the way out so. some thoughts under a cut, since this got long.

I’m gonna say no, Darling wasn’t there.

she doesn’t see 100% of the bad stuff coming, because then we wouldn’t have a plot. more often than not she does get unexplained, impending-doom, spidey-sense type feelings when herself or one of the gang is in imminent danger, so that could have happened here. maybe she’s across the hall in the girls showers and feels it, but doesn’t know why, or maybe she doesn’t feel it at all.

either way: Sìoda and Cuir are homies. they’re the ones bonded to mated humans, not the other way around 😅 so there’s gonna be some relay there, like for all the couples (minus Peach, sorry girl): human to dragon to dragon to human communication, especially in times of urgency. so Darling could ask Sìoda to let the gang know to be on their guard, or Sìoda could casually tell her via Cuir that yeah, your man is fighting some guy in the shower, buck-naked. aaaaand he just won. all clear.

OR, her finding out when Violet does would also be a good possibility. sitting at breakfast or whenever it was (I really need to reread IF) and she takes a bite of her toast then Bo just lays it on her all casual-like. hilarious, but she’d also be upset by it. Darling feels incredibly guilty when she can’t see harm coming to her friends in time to stop it, so even though Bo handled it perfectly, she’d still feel bad, because what if… 🥺

he’d have to do some sweet-talking to comfort her, reassuring her that he’s safe. and he’d definitely bring humor into it, making some inflated remarks about how good of a fighter he is and how nobody is catching him off guard, etc. and I’m 10000% sure he’d drop some playful line like… “Y’know, if you’re worried about it happening again, you could start showering with me every day. Safety in numbers. Buddy system!” <- this said in a playful tone with a lip bite or a wink and some suggestive, not-sexy-at-all eyebrow wiggles. that’ll get a laugh out of her and have her start to feel better.

she’d decline, of course, because she’s a wingleader now and can’t break rules like that, nor does she want to shower in the boys bathroom, and she’s sure as hell not bringing him in the girls one. she might make him start bringing a knife into the shower, though.

but on that note, I do have some shower fun planned for them. Bodhi has his own room (shared with Darling) at Riorson house, with a private bathroom attached. and I bet that the shower in there has excellent water pressure.