#its so good to be reminded of how lucky i am of growing up.

[capricornies]

always thought i wasnt made for art. that creativity wasnt my thing and that i would never be as good as the people i was surrounded with, well you see i never dared to join my sister when she picked up her oil paintings, the same way my cousins and aunts did before her, i also never thought i could ever compare my drawings with the beautiful pieces my mom could do in just one night of insomnia. I grew up silently comparing myself to the talented women around me and simply came to the conclusion that i could never even dream of living a life dedicated to the arts.

i feel so lucky now

[notjustjavierpena]

I dont know if its Father’s day where you are but Happy Father’s day to Hubby Javi!!

Father's Day (Drabble)

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A/N: It's not but he sure appreciates you reminding me! In other words, I threw this drabble together just for you. Spot a little reveal in there!

Summary: Join Hubby as father's day comes to an end.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, pregnant reader, fluff, allusions to smut, Javier being called Daddy

Word count: 725

Father's Day

As the day is coming to an end and the weather starts cooling down outside, Javier drags his favorite garden chair into the center of the back porch so he has an overlook of the garden. He settles into the chair with a contented sigh, feeling full from the fantastic dinner you served half an hour ago, and in his hand, he twirls and rereads the card he received during his breakfast. 

It’s a handmade card full of glitter and dollops of messy glue, each of his children contributing a drawing but also a joint message telling him that they love him. Lucas has drawn a picture of them all, complete with a depiction of the growing belly on you as you carry his twin girls, while Inés has drawn a heart with a stick-figure family inside it and one of her famous butterflies. Javier’s eyes had practically sparked at the realization that even Sebastian had added his mark with a few colorful lines and squiggles.

He looks up with a smile and observes Sebastian babbling in a kiddie pool that you’ve set up next to him. His one-year-old is splashing happily in a swimming diaper, trying to figure out how things seem to stay afloat despite his efforts to drag them under the water. 

Javier’s two eldest children are playing tag on the lawn. They’re barefoot, speeding across the grass until their pant legs are covered in green stains and dirt but they look so happy as they take turns to chase each other.

Lucas pauses for a moment and decides to hide behind a bush when he sees Inés is distracted by a ladybug on one of the trees and seems to forget that she has to run from him. He pants with excitement and exhaustion at the same time, waiting patiently for her to start her search for him. 

“Got you!” He shouts triumphantly when she runs past his hiding spot, jumping out and capturing his baby sister with a grin. She squeals with laughter as she tumbles to the ground, the sound echoing through the garden and settling in Javier’s chest, warm and comforting. She regains her composure, animatedly dusts herself off like she’s seen in cartoons, and then she’s off again and Lucas adapts his speed to match her. Lucas is so good at making her feel confident and seen, Javier thinks to himself, if only he knew that being an amazing big brother is paying off because you’ve looked at a dog for his birthday in August, a two-year-old beagle from the local shelter. 

You step out onto the porch, immediately bending down to check the temperature of Sebastian’s water, and only when you’ve made sure it’s not too cold make your way to your husband. You lean down to kiss him, a hand on your pregnant belly as you do it, and Javier stretches his neck to meet your lips in a soft peck. 

In your free hand, you carry an already-opened Corona beer. You hold it out for him and he carefully sets the card down on the side table to take it from you. 

“Thanks, baby, you spoil me,” he says gently. He sits back and takes a long sip in the scorching summer heat. Then he rests the bottle on his thigh, “Still don’t think I look like him… the guy in the commercials.”

“Yes, you do. Happy Father's Day," you say fondly and kiss him once more, this time a little longer and enough for him to want to wrap his arm around your waist. 

"Thank you," he replies, placing a gentle hand on your belly instead as his eyes are filled with love for you. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

“Just wait until you realize what I have planned for later,” you tease with a knowing smile, “It’s going to be all about Daddy tonight. I’m showing you how much I appreciate everything you do for me and the kids.”

“Tell me more?” His interest is definitely piqued. 

“Not in front of the baby. It’s not appropriate,” you tease.

“Come on.”

“Use your big brain,” you laugh softly, “I’m giving you a blowjob, you idiot.”

A grin spreads across his face and while still staring into your eyes, he shouts across the garden, “C’mon, mijos (my children), it’s time for bed.”

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[chloe-skywalker]

A Safe Feeling - Eric Coulter

Eric x fem!reader

Warnings: 

Word count: 1,402

Requested: Hi can you do a imagine where the reader is the daughter of Jeannie Matthew and she divergent and she in a relationship with eric and her best froend is four and later tris please and thank you - @rachelcarroll1819

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting!

Masterlist

Divergent Masterlist

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“Mathews!” Eric called out with a smirk as he saw Y/n exit the hallway near the dining hall.

“You know I have a first name.” Y/n turned around crossing her arms over her chest. Eric knew she hated her mom’s views and being called by her old last name. She’s not Erudite anymore.

Eric gave a nod as he walked over to her, standing in front of her. “Yeah, but that’s for more intimate-”

“Shut up.” Y/n giggled and slapped him on the bicep as Eric chuckled, moving his hands to her hips.

“Where are you off to?” Eric asked as Y/n moved her arms to wrap around his neck. Normally Eric didn’t like showing PDA, unless it was to show she was taken.

“Need to talk to Four about some stuff.” She answered, tilting her head. It wasn’t easy to have Four as a best friend and date Eric. But the two agreed to be sival for her sake.

“Divergent stuff?” Eric spoke quietly, so no one would hear around him. When she had first told him about being Divergent, Eric didn’t take it well at first but then he realized he didn’t care. He loves her anyway.

“Will you keep it down. You know it could get me killed.” Even though he was quite Y/n still was scared at any possibility of anyone knowing. Being Divergent is a death sentence.

Eric nodded as a sigh of apology, moving his right hand up and down her back to comfort her growing nerves. “Is it about the nightmares?”

Y/n nodded with a grimace. “They have to do with my fears and with what I am, he's the best to talk to about it. And he’s my friend.”

Eric rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek at his sight irritation. “Don’t remind me.”

“You're lucky I know what part of that you're referring to.” Y/n smirked, poking him in the chest.

“Oh, what part?” Eric played along, hoping to stall her a little longer.

“The Four part. He’s my best friend, has been since initiation and it bothers you like no other.” Y/n smirked a little, but in her defense she tried to hide it.

Eric shrugged. “I don’t like sharing.”

Y/n let out an amused soft laugh. “I’ve noticed.”

“You know I love you and I don’t care about the Divergent past, right?” He wanted to make sure she knew, he always made sure. Yeah he got annoyed that she’s friends with Four but her being Divergent? That doesn’t bother him.

y/n smiled. “I know. You always reassure me of that.”

Eric nodded. “And I’ll continue to.”

Y/n moved to leave his embrace, really needing to go see Four. “Love you.” 

Eric pulled her into a rough kiss before letting go of her waist and back. “Love ya too.”

“I’ll see you later.” Y/n smiled at him turning around and heading off to figure her nightmare, fear problem out.

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After about an hour Four and Y/n sat down, joined by Tris.

“The only thing I can think of is that your fears are changing.” Four stated leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“But how can I have less fears then when we first came here? How can they change?” Y/n wondered out loud confused. Shouldn’t she have more over time not less?

“I don’t know, Y/n.” Four wished he could give her an explanation, but he had nothing.

“Maybe its Eric.” Tris said, jumping into the conversation.

“Huh?” Y/n turned to her younger friend with confusion and curiosity. Four looked to Tris with a furrowed expression.

“Well he’s protective of you. He’d kill for you, so what if the feeling of protection he gives you is making some of your fears go away.” Tris explained what she meant.

“She has a good point.” Four looked at Y/n.

“Well that’s a development.” Y/n let out an amused puff of air.

“Bad?” Tris tilted her head, looking at her friend trying to see how she was feeling about this new ‘development’ as she called it.

“No.” Y/n shook her head.

“He’s been worried. You should tell him.” Four stated. He may not get along with Eric but he could tell how worried he’s been over Y/n’s situation. Eric could hide it well but Four could still see it.

“Yeah.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her jacket before standing up and heading towards the door. “Yeah, I’m gonna do that. See ya both tomorrow.”

Once Y/n left Four and Tris she headed to the training room, knowing that Eric was training the intaties today. It wasn’t hard to find him once entering the big room. He stood out.

“Hey handsome.” Y/n said as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Hey sexy.” He smirked, and as he expected her reaction was to slap him on his arm. It caused him to chuckle.

“Stop it.” Y/n laughed at his behavior. Always so different with her then around anyone else. “Can we talk?”\

“Yeah,” Eric was trying not to be worried. He turned his focus back to the intimates. “Intaites! We’re done for the day. Get out.”

After that they both headed to their shared apartment. They’d been sharing a living space since a little after they finished initiation. Once inside Eric shut the door behind them for privacy.

“So did you and Four figure out what's going on?” he asked and Y/n could see some concern in his eyes.

y/n nodded and licked her lips. “Yeah, about that.”

“What?” He asked gruffly.

Y/n went over and sat on their couch, Eric followed suit. “My nightmares have been odd. Like you knew and we found a few things out.” Y/n took a deep breath before continuing, looking him in the eyes. “I have less fears now. That’s why I keep reliving some of them. My nightmares seem to be the fears I still have.”

“How's this happening? Is it a Divergent thing?” Eric didn’t know much about Divergent. No one really did know anything about Divergents since they were killed on spot after being found out.

“No it’s not a Divergent thing.” She laughed lightly. Y/n leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. When she pulled away she told him. “Its a you thing.”

“Me?” Eric raised his brows in disbelief.

“Yup. You.” Y/n nodded in confirmation of his question.

“Can you explain?” he asked, still very confused. How is he the cause?

“Trus has this theory and Four and I agree with it.” Y/n scooted closer, grabbing his hands in hers. Smiling shyly up at him. “We think I’m having less face because you make me feel safe.”

“That's the goal.” Eric smirked proudly. That was the goal, to protect her. Make her feel safe. And he was relieved that nothing serious was wrong with her. “So many fears have you lost exactly?”

Y/n laughed in amusement towards his reaction. “Cocky much?”

Eric pulled her by the hips to straddle his lap. “Hey, if I’m responsible…”

He two was amused, but this was because of different reasons.

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her tattooed brute. With the look of confusion back in his eyes, she continued. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Not exactly. You couldn’t. But thanks anyway and for protecting me and making me feel safe in general.”

Eric placed a hand on the back of her head and stared directly in her eyes. “You're mine. No one will harm you on my watch.”

Y/n smiled brightly at his declaration. “Don’t tell my mom.”

Eric scoffed. “I don’t tell your mom shit.”

“That's one of the reasons I love you.” Y/n smirked, leaning her forehead against his.

Eric grabbed her, pulling her closer, holding her tighter in his grip as he kissed the column of her neck. “What are the other reasons?”

Y/n let out a moan as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. “Well if we head over to the bedroom I could-”

“Done” Eric said, effictley cutting her off. He stood up and carried her to their bedroom. All the while Y/n laughed at his actions and looked forward to the night's activities.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[vixeneptune]

Askfirmations ♡

♡ Why am I so amazing? I'm naturally the best and never compete or compare myself to anyone

♡ Why am I so powerful? My aura naturally radiates immense power , is that why I keep getting everything I want? Or why nobody ever messes with me?

♡ Why do I feel so confident all the time like its my permanent state of being? I believe in myself so much that my confidence is literally unshakable.

♡ how do I keep getting everything I want? It's like the universe conspires in my favor and the world has my back 24/7

♡ omg why am I so freaking gorgeous?! Seriously I'm always stunned when I see my reflection like wow how am I so pretty i look unreal?

♡ Why am I such a money magnet? Attracting money is literally the easiest thing, why is it so effortless for me? Like I never worry about money bc it comes to me abundantly from multiple sources.

♡ Why am I so damn lucky? Why do I keep winning everytime at EVERYTHING? the word failure doesn't exist in my dictionary.

♡ ugh why is everyone so obsessed with me? Like I'm easily the most popular person everywhere I go. How come everyone knows my name and treats me like their fav person ? Idk why but I'm always the one who gets most attention and people literally chase me and desperately wanna be with me and I don't even try ?!? Why do I have so many secret admirers and so many people confessing their feelings for me ? Is it bc im so charming and magnetic that people can't help but fall in love with me instantly?

♡ Why am I always invited to events and hangouts like my presence is a must? People love being around me and talking to me so much. Why does everyone say I have an amazing vibe and they love my energy ? Honestly one of my fav compliments but its also like just being seen with me and being around me is a privilege

♡ Why are my eyes so big and feline? Why does everyone compliment my eyes? Why are they so mesmerizing and gorgeous? 😍

♡ Why is my skin so clear and hydrated? Like its so smooth and lifted and perfect I'm so amazed!

♡ Why are my lips so plump and perfect? I love how kissable and full they look!

♡ Why does my hair grow soo fast?? Its crazy like my hair is so long now. Why is it so thick and soft and perfect? Everyone compliments my hair

♡ Why are my eyebrows always on fleek? Like they look naturally perfect

♡ Why is my face so pretty like its sculpted by the angels? Why is my face so symmetrical and harmonious? I look naturally stunning like I don't need makeup or filters.

♡ Why does my face look EXACTLY like my desired face now? It's uncanny how much I resemble Megan fox and Adriana Lima

♡ why is it so easy for me to lose weight? I always lose weight so fast bc I have such a fast metabolism. Why does my body look so snatched? I don't even need to work out and I have the body of a model! Why does my butt look so good? Why are my arms and legs fit and toned and why is stomach so flat?

♡ Why is my face so slim? I have the most sculpted defined gorgeous face 😍 why does everyone stare at me like they're mesmerised by my beauty?

♡ Why is my nose so tiny and small and perfect? I literally have the cutest nose and I love it!

♡ Why does everyone say I remind them of tomie with how captivating , alluring and mysteriously beautiful I am ? Why do people say I remind them of a Siren ? So magnetic with high sex appeal

♡ Why does everyone love spoiling me so much and giving me princess/royalty treatment? Is it bc i have pretty privilege? Why do men open doors for me and gift me expensive things and they keep pursuing me and trying to impress me? Why am I always desired and wanted by everyone ? My energy inspires men to spoil and please me. There's something about me that naturally pulls people in like a magnet, maybe it's my energy or my personality or my beauty.

♡ why is it so easy for me to make friends and attract lovers and people like a magnet? I don't even try but somehow I always end up having so many great genuine connections with others and I have so many loyal friends.

♡ ugh why am I so freaking sexy? Like I have that dangerous sex appeal that fuels everyone around me with desire and lust for me (I'm always safe tho) but srsly I'm so hot it should be illegal 🥵

♡ Why do I keep looking younger and prettier as I age ? am I a vampire or something cuz i never age😂 people always think I'm 18 years old

♡ Why is my life so amazing? Why do good things keep happening to me? Why is it that everyday something wonderful happens? Why is life so easy and fun for me? It's like a game rigged in my favor. Why does my life keep getting better and better? Every aspect in my life is going so well! I feel so fulfilled and so grateful. I mean I'm literally living my dream life right now!

♡ why am i so blessed in every way? I'm rich, pretty, in the best relationship with the love of my life, I have amazing friends and family, I'm so successful and recognised for it, I'm such a catch and an honor to be associated with, I have so many admirers and I'm a great influencer, I'm so sexy and drop dead gorgeous, i have a fun addictive personality, im healthy and fit with the sexiest toned body, I'm constantly surrounded by love and support, im lucky, a powerful manifestor, I'm literally perfect, such a flawless beauty. I have it all

♡ Why do I have such amazing privileges? All I be doing is exist and I get everything I want , everything is handed to me. Why do I get things for free? I don't even have to try, why is it so easy for me to get my way? I think I'm just so charismatic and charming and pretty it's impossible to deny me

[moonlitenvyillust]

Epic Telemachus HC's because i am bored and i cant post any drawings of him (yet) because i havent finished his design

|• He draws alot to pass his time. Before the suitors came, he used to draw designs for Penelope to weave. Which resulted into his scarf, the last thing she weaved for him before she had to make the shroud bluff

|• Telemachus, every year, makes a hyper realistic drawing of him, his mother, and his father while waiting. Why? Because one, he needs something to pass the time. Two, he wants to get better. But on the other hand, its never finished. Because he doesnt know how his father looks.

|• he's actually a master of sarcasm™ and Vicious mockery™ but locked in during little wolf because he knows he cant bitch tongue his way out of this one

|• he has long hair and ties it up. Fight me.

|• growing up with drunk suitors around, he does not know romantic love. But he is oh so very aware of lust. To him, because of lack of understanding and lack of anyone teaching him about it, he sees lust and love as two very similar things. And listening into his parents in WYFILWMA he is contemplimenting wether or not he should barge in and stop anything from happening

|• self esteem issues from the suitor's. Oh come on i cant be the only one that sees this???

|• you've seen Trans!Telemachus headcannons. Now i propose, genderfluid!Telemachus. Gender is a social construct. Fuck you

|• remember the scarf i mentioned in the first point? Telemachus wears that thing EVERYWHERE. and he refuses to take it off. A reminder of who he is and who he thrives to keep safe

|• he has His mother's eye shape but with Odysseus's sharpness. Does that make sense? No? Yeah ill post a drawing of their eyes later idk

|• he needs friends everyone. His only friend all his life is a fucking dog (no hate to Argos he's amazing)

|• inherted some of Penelope's naiad-like features. Really good swimmer. Fight me. (How many Times had i said fight me in this post?)

|• his Naivete is his weapon. He uses how he seems like an innocent boy as an advantage for a long time. But it kinda shattered during little wolf.

|• Peisisarus was his gay awakening. And Nausicaa was his Bi awakening. Guess what he decided on? Date both. And both decided hell to the yeah

|• when training with Athena, she realized how much and how little he resembled his father.

|• Athena suggested he used a spear, because he seems to be better at is (she meant a sword is too heavy for him!)

|• remember his Athena cosplay during Odysseus? Yeah. Thats a magical girl transformation and his "diplomatic mission" was him meeting Peisisarus and Nausicaa and also his magical girl training arc/hj

|• Telemachus never needed "the talk". Listening to whatever drunken blabbers the suitors had gave him understanding. From that he hated sex and shit. But he got the talk anyways

|• During his time with the suitors, he was almost taken advantage of. But he was lucky enough to escape.

|• also in that time period, watching those men get drunk gives him a hatred to any type of alcohol. He refuses to take more than half a cup of wine.

|• Telemachus tries, he really does. But nightmares always comes and he just feels the need to guard his mother's Doors again. And when he Heard noises from inside, he goes batshit and feels anxiety, sadness, and dissapointment in himself. Until Odysseus walks out hearing him and gives him hugs

[satorruubaby]

—𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚢 ࣪ 🥥⊹ ࣪ ˖ ☼

Synopsis. You and Gojo decided to spend the day at the beach, savoring each moment. As the sky transformed into a canvas of warm colors, the two of you remind the deep love you shared for each other. Feeling the bond between you grow even stronger with each passing wave.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. All fluffy! Just slightly angsty in the end. Kinda suggestive? fem!reader, not spoiler free! JJK AU, established relationship, He’s love-strucked! Satoru being a cute boyfriend he is, he calls u baby tons, Satoru’s 20 and you’re 18!

W.C 1.6k

A/N. I’ve been gone for 2 months and this draft has been sitting here for like weeks by now, I was just lazy about decorating it….plus this is for ch.261:( I love u Satoru😞 IM SO SORRY IDK WHAT CAME OVER TO ME

On a cloudy, breezy day, you and Satoru arrive at a secluded beach, well he teleported you both there.

The soft pale cream sand warm under your feet. Satoru lays out a blanket, setting up a picnic under a parasol, with a bunch snacks that were mostly his sweets, but he also packed some cute bento lunches for you.

After arranging the mini picnic, Satoru leans back, pressing his hands into the sand behind him. He watches you slowly descend down the shore but you only stop at your ankle level, you were enjoying the view infront of you, the feeling of the wet sand on your feet. Turning slowly, you catch Satoru’s gaze, filled with love and admiration.

Your sundress flutters in the breeze, and he sees that beautiful smile he adores. Oh how could he be so lucky? You looked like an angel, truly the most beautiful girl he’s seen.

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Satoru stood up to make his way to you while unbuttoning his ¥178,861, white polo to reveal his heavenly sculpted abs. Your eyes couldn’t help but betray you as you check him out

“Like what you see love?” He grinned at you, his black-tinted glasses reflecting the horizon behind you

you look away and block his face with your hand“No. Not at all..” you scoff, Satoru’s hand finds its way to your waist, and tugs you forward as he leans down to your ear “Your flushed face tells me otherwise.”

He let out a small chuckle as you made a hmpf sound, “Well, I like what I see.” He shamelessly looked you up and down, the sundress hugged your figure perfectly, and he brought you that dress to make sure it did.

Your death glare made him snap out of his thoughts and quickly placed a kiss on your lips “Baby come on, let’s go for a swim before we start eating” He then suddenly carried you bridal-style which made you gasp “W-wait! I don't wanna get wet yet!” He ignored you as he made his way down the water then dropped you once the water reached above his knee, the hair you worked hours on before leaving the apartment, got wet from the suddenness of his action

“TORU MY HAIR!!!!” You screamed at him as you chased the grinning like-cat down, the water slowing your movement so you just started splashing him with water and he did the same to you but he splashed more water than you did, and that made you want to drown his stupid face. The beautiful horizon was disrupted by you and Satoru’s play-fight.

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“Baby look,” Satoru pointed at a bunny-like slug that was on the wet rocks “It looks like you” he mumbled as his finger gently stroked the little thing “How does it look like me? It’s a slug.” You grumbled, the wet drops of your bodies meeting the wet surface of the rock “Because you look like a bunny and act like a slug, cute but sluggish.”

“How am sluggish?? You’re the one who takes long to get ready because of how infatuated you are with your Nintendo.” You poked his right cheek “Ow!… well don’t act like you don’t take hours to get your hair done Baby!” He defended with a small pout.

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The two of you settled down to eat after Satoru collected shells to receive a ‘Good job’ kiss from you and made sand castles to compete with each other (You won as Satoru whined his loss)

“Babi, does the ocean have likee… brain-eating amoeba?” Satoru muffled with a mouth full of strawberry donuts, “No Toru. Don’t even wanna imagine that right now, and stop talking with your mouth full!” You scolded but that couldn’t stop the white-haired guy from his ill manners “It doesn’t? Then where are they usually found??” Satoru perked up in interest

“Well uhh—They can be found in lakes and rivers or still waters?” Your skin shivered from the thought of deep still-like waters

“REALLY??! oh god, I just recently went to a lake for a mission, and then I was levitating and accidentally fell into the water because of how sleepy I was!!! AM I GOING TO DIE, BABY??” Satoru’s worried-sad face made you chuckle a bit. You had forgotten that when Satoru gets tired and lacks focus, it can cause his infinity to turn off. You learned this about him when he told you how Toji took advantage of his vulnerable state by attacking your poor boyfriend at his blind spot.

“No Toru you wont!.. It's very unlikely to have a brain-eating amoeba. You'll be fine, Mr. Strongest." You rolled your eyes at his worried state. "Are you sure??? I can’t die without having to marry you yet!!" He whined and complained about the thought of dying without having 5,000 kids with you and his last name being yours.

"Satoru, calm down. You won’t die! And I’m sure you're able to have 5,000 kids with me soon, if I don’t die from giving birth to 5,000 babies, that is." You continued eating the sandwich that Satoru made. You couldn't help but notice that there were no bread crusts on the edges. Satoru really did take note of your dislike of bread crust on your first date, the attentive boyfriend he is. You loved him so much.

"HUH??? NO! Okay! Fine! How about 3 babies??" You let out a giggle. "Okay. Just 3 babies." He moved forward to close the distance between you two. "Promise you’ll soon be my wife and that we’ll have 3 kids together?" Satoru had a small pout on his face that made your heart melt. "Promise." You sighed internally, not expecting the mightiest sorcerer to go all love-struck on you.

"Give me a promise kiss then." You raised an eyebrow and took his glasses off before proceeding to plant a small, quick kiss on his lips. Satoru wasn't satisfied enough with it, so he held your waist and tugged you forward, causing your chest to fall against his. His lips quickly closed the distance, leading to a heated make-out session. His long, calloused fingers stroked your hair as he hummed into the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, and you could taste the strawberry donut he had just eaten.

As the sun began its descent, a soft, rosy glow enveloped the ocean, casting a warm hue upon the scene. The embrace satisfied your cold, wet bodies. Your devoted Satoru persisted in showering you with affectionate kisses.

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The bonfire crackled softly in the background, it’s light flickering against the semi-dark sky. Calm waves lapped gently against the shore, providing a tranquil backdrop to the night. As you gently stroked the back of Satoru’s hair, he lay sprawled across you, his face nestled against your chest, exuding a sense of peace and contentment.

“toru—…you perv.” he hummed in response, unable to process your words, so lost was he in the soothing rhythm of your touch.

“…hmm baby?” He slowly lifted his head to gaze up at you, the flickering bonfire casting a warm glow on his pale skin. “stop face planting on my chest.” you pouted at his lazy smile “s’what babyyy…” he lays his head head down again sideways “boobies so comfy like a pillow, or better than a pillow” he mumbled as he rested his eyes once again.

You flicked his forehead, causing him to let out a soft whine. He tightened his hold on you, burying his face deeper into your chest. You sighed, realizing that you could never prevent him from doing perverted things, but then you realized that the day was spent without his glasses most of the time, so you let him have the comfort.

There were moments when Satoru was like this, too exhausted to move, a painful migraine throbbing around his eye. You came to understand this about him after he began spending nights at your place, revealing his vulnerability in those quiet, intimate times.

The exhaustion came from his life as a sorcerer. Ever since his friends left him, even his bestfriend Geto, he had been facing these missions alone, and they were relentless. As Nanami had asserted that Gojo should alone take on these missions, being the strongest, to prevent others from dying due to his perceived selfishness.

You scoffed internally. Nanami and the others didn’t fail to remind Satoru of his responsibilities, and you couldn’t help but loathe them for it. It was already enough that he lost his childhood due to being the Strongest. You loved him even before knowing about his sorcery life, and you wanted to love him more, to give him what he couldn’t have. You just wanted to hold him close and tell him that everything was going to be okay.

The night sky glittered with stars, and a comforting silence enveloped the place. Satoru had passed out on you, and you chuckled at his slightly open mouth. There were also times his drool would get on your chest. The waves lapped gently against the shore, and the fire grew smaller by the soft breeze.

Satoru appreciated and loved you. You were both his best friend and his lover. He couldn't ask for more. You were everything he yearned for, an escape from his sorcery life through moments like this with you, his beautiful, loving girlfriend.

He often wished that times like these would last forever. He just hoped that someday, once someone surpassed him, he could retire. He dreamed of buying the modern Japanese house you always wanted, putting a ring on your finger, having tons of kids running around the house, and growing old with you.

Little did he know what his future held.

Credits for divider- daddldee on tumblr!

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 🥥⊹ ࣪ ˖ ☼

[pinyeti]

EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI

Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?

I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 

Whats quirrel doing here

OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK

Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad

WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 

So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies

Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease

What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 

No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on

WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?

Is yoda suidicdal???

WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT

 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker

BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL

??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE

Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring

YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE

I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill

"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"

Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 

Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 

Lando is growing on me, also squid guy

This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it

Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith

Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred

Hansolo my pathetic little idiot

I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON

IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF

You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before

OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA

Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 

Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago

Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs

OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE

OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL

Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be

Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 

He has such kind eyes

Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW

Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 

Love lando 

YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF

Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY

No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??

Damn no one in this world can dance

OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE

ok fine anakin is cute

(3/9)

[autistic-ben-tennyson]

What Anime Means to Me

Anime is something I never thought I’d get into. As a child, I used to think it was dumb or cheesy due to only having exposure to Pokemon or Beyblade. Learning about alt right weeaboos who watch it for being less “woke” than western animation closed me off even more. Yet now it’s my special interest and in many ways has helped me grow up, at least mentally, and taught some harsh truths that I needed during my depression phase.

My opinion of anime began to change thanks to a masterpiece of a romance. My literature class had us watch Your Name and I was blown away. It was funny, emotional, tragic and moving. Less than two years later, I was lucky to be able to watch Suzume when it was in theaters and I fell in love with the medium that day. I began watching movies like Akira, A Whisker Away, Ghost in The Shell and classic Ghibli. I think my favorite was either Kiki’s Delivery Service or Spirited Away.

The series that pushed me to expand my horizons was Madoka Magica. I tried watching the 90s Sailor Moon anime but found it a bit cheesy. PMMM was a quite different from what I expected and it became one of my favorites. Princess Tutu, I watched soon after and while I found it a little cheesy too, the ending had me on the edge of my seat. Both series helped me be a little more optimistic and hopeful when I was feeling down due to working a stressful job at McDonald’s and gender dysphoria.

Neon Genesis Evangelion is probably the most important series for me as it was sort of a harsh form of therapy. I’ve written about it before but it’s message of self love was a wake up call for me to stop trying to get validation from people who won’t change which I needed after I felt like my father handled my coming out poorly. Its message is a lot more nuanced and mature than what some other shows preach. It is not “you’re a perfect smol bean who can do no wrong” but a lesson about how you can’t just mope around in self pity and hope for validation. I know a lot of people hate the rebuilds but seeing the pilots who I all related to in some way get a happy ending gave me hope that I could do the same.

I recently finished the Violet Evergarden anime as well as the movie and am still a bit choked up. It’s a very beautiful and impactful story. Right now I’m binging Little Witch Academia and love it. Akko is an acquired taste but I find her very endearing. TPN is also on my watchlist but I don’t want to use Disney+ which is full of ads. Both Akko and Emma kind of remind me a bit of Ben Tennyson, one of might favorite fictional characters, as well which I love since that series is very reminiscent of a lot of anime like Sailor Moon.

Anime, specifically Shinkai and NGE, has had a big impact on how I view relationships and love. The former has taught me about the different ways romance can work and the latter was a deep look at unhealthy relationships and how just expecting complete validation is not a good thing to demand from a romantic partner. Sometimes you do need to change your ways by being a better person in order to find love. I know things like ableism and homophobia have poisoned that idea but things that are actual flaws should be challenged by your partner as opposed to enabled.

I never thought that I’d become so obsessed with this medium but it’s helped me grow up and mature a lot of my views about things like love, both loving one’s self and romance. It broke me out of my depression phase and has helped me cope with the difficulties of life. Something I and many others all need in a world plagued with genocide, war, bigotry, political violence and abuse.

[oops-all-concrete]

Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

[captain-mj]

I really love your Selkie!Soap au. Maybe Ghost could discover a bit more about Selkie culture, and the generational trauma that Soap might have?

YES!! Love this! Direct continuation of the previous post

Ghost brought Soap a deer. Soap stared at it for a minute before laughing. "What do we do now?"

Ghost hummed. "I'll clean it and cook it for you." And you'll fall in love with me.

"I see." Soap smiled. "Need any help?"

"No, I got it. It's bloody work but if you want sit with me..."

So they sat together in the little shed, both mostly quiet but the radio was playing. Soap watched him work and Ghost tried not to glance at him too often. He wore a surgical mask but that was more for cleanliness than anything else.

They ate well, both of them sitting next to each other as the sun set.

Soap ended up stealing some of Ghost's off his plate despite there being plenty of food still in the kitchen but it was fine. He glared at Soap who only smiled at him.

A ringtone sounded and Soap froze. It sounded like a personal one.

Ghost didn't move for a moment, waiting for Soap to pick it up. Soap just stared for a minute, picking at the food for a second before remembering himself and answering.

"Hey, dad."

Ghost perked up immediately. He had heard next to nothing about Soap's dad. He wondered if he was a selkie too. Or something else.

"Yes, sir. I am on leave, but my..." There was a pause before Soap swallowed. "My coat holder commanded I come with him."

Ghost frowned a little, but he stayed quiet.

"Yes. It's new. I haven't had... Yes, sir." Soap was visibly wilting. "I am... He's commanding me back. Sorry, sir." He hung up after a second and quietly put his phone down.

"I take it your dad is not... good?"

"No. I hope you two never have to talk, but its best he doesn't know we're close." Soap rubbed his arm, looking tiny and cold. Ghost scooted closer.

"Are you alright?"

"It's how he always is. He was excited someone has my coat again. That I'm at your mercy. He's a fucking prick." Soap looked down. "My mom can't leave him or else I'd never talk to him again."

"He... has her coat?"

"Yeah. I tried to find it. Took a couple slaps for it. But I never could. Swear I tore that place apart looking."

Ghost pulled Soap closer. "I see."

"He's such a bawbag."

"Is she the only selkie you know?"

"No. I know a few. All of them are like her. Trapped in their positions. Either as a spouse or caretaker or worker or..." Soap sighed. "No choice. No control. Stuck until either the coatholder dies or we get lucky."

Ghost was quiet for a while before reaching over and pulling him closer. "You... want this, right?"

"I do. Don't worry. You gave it back. You're a good man." He leaned into him. "My sister got lucky. She's just human. My other sister is a selkie but dad... protects her a little more. I think it's because she's the baby."

"Coatholder. Is that what you guys call them?"

"Not the most creative name, but yeah. Gets the message across. For a while Master was used but... yeah, it felt just a little too degrading." Soap hummed and shoved the plate towards him. "He'll want to meet you. I can try to lie and keep you from him. I don't... I don't want him to know it's my choice. If he knows..." Soap started to breath heavier, holding on to Ghost.

"Johnny, you're okay. He can't do anything to you."

"It's not me I'm worried about." Soap said softly. "If he gets upset he takes it on her and..."

Ghost winced. This entire situation reminding him just a little too much of his own time growing up. "If your mom had left your dad, would you have grown up a seal?"

"No. She likely would've abandoned me." Soap answered honestly. "It sucks but that's reality. I would've been left with him and my sisters. Can't blame her. She didn't choose to have me."

Ghost frowned and gently touched his chin, making him look at him. He smiled awkwardly. "You know when I came back from the military, the first thing I did was wait in my mom's kitchen."

"Why?"

"For my dad to hit her. He did eventually. He always did. It was all the excuse I need. I dragged him outside and beat him to hell for it."

Soap looked surprised. "Damn."

"Mom kicked me out for it. But she didn't let him back in the house either and that's all that mattered to me." Ghost took a deep breath. "I should meet your dad."

"Simon. You can't beat up my dad."

"I could, but I just think I should meet him. I want to meet your mom too."

Soap didn't look convinced but he nodded. "Alright, Si. Alright." He kissed his hand gently, looking tired. "Mind if we go to bed?"

Ghost hummed. "Course not. I'll see you in the morning."

"I'll be in the spare room, of course." Soap smiled at him, a hint of teasing there.

Ghost followed him like a shadow until he got to his door and then went to his own room.

Once he was in bed, he stared up at the ceiling quietly. He thought of Soap's mom, the gentle voice on the phone and how Soap shrank back.

It must be hard. Trusting Ghost of all people with so much. Even now, the thought occurred to him that it wouldn't be very hard for him to take the coat back. Or even just hurt him. They were alone in the middle of the woods.

And Soap still trusted him.

If it was anyone else, he'd call them an idiot for trusting the Ghost, but he knew as well as Johnny did that Ghost was harmless to him.

Did those other selkies think their human was harmless? Was their first meeting them taking the coat? Demanding so much from them?

Someone had done this before. Soap had mentioned someone had taken it before. On purpose. Had they hurt him? Forced him to do anything?

The idea of a younger Soap being controlled the way Ghost had read about in those stories made him feel sick.

He got up at some point and like the needle on a compass, he pointed towards his north star.

Soap was probably asleep. He also used the spare for a reason. Ghost shouldn't bother him. There were boundaries for a reason.

Soap's sad eyes popped back into his head. The distant look when he talked about the past or the others he knew.

He didn't knock in case he was asleep.

Soap jerked up immediately. "Jesus, Ghost you scared me. Something wrong?"

"Scoot over."

"What?"

"Scoot over." Ghost repeated, staring at him. Both their eyes reflected the light, both finding each other easily.

Once Soap did move over, Ghost climbed in with him. He pulled him safely to his chest and held him.

"No one is ever going to touch you again." Ghost mumbled into his hair. "I'm never going to let something like that happen to you again."

"You don't even know what they did." Soap knew exactly what Ghost was talking about, like always.

"Doesn't matter." Ghost squeezed him. "Never again."

Soap let Ghost hold him, putting his head on Ghost's shoulder. "Get some sleep, Simon. I know you must be tired."

Ghost slept better knowing Soap was safe with him.

[bonefarm]

my wife grew up with a cockatiel. i did not grow up with birds (cats family). my wife and i now have 2 cats a large dog and fish tanks even. i try not to mention birds to her but i did today (i heard a neighbor’s apartment emitting Bird Sounds recently) and she got sad. she really misses her bird and wants one again. i’m very against it for a variety of reasons. do you have any advice? i really don’t think it would be a good idea. the noise bothers me (she’s HoH so it isn’t quite as bad for her), i work from home a lot, she works outside the house, a lot of pet tasks fall to me, we have lots of animals already, the money, the long lifespan, the naughtiness and intelligence, the difficulty in keeping parrotids with sufficient enrichment so they don’t have issues to their health or behavior. i think logically she knows most of this (we’ve been to a parrot rescue / sanctuary / shelter thing. we know what happens). it worries me how much she wants a bird. i try suggesting that one day we could compromise and do a domesticated species like pigeons or chickens or quail.

I think you are on the right track! I wish I had better advice for you because I was (and am) very much in your shoes and my partner went out and bought a bird against my wishes. My birds are very lucky that, it turns out, I really like birds and find their needs interesting, he, on the other hand, ended up not actually liking living with parrots.

So it goes.

If you work from home say goodbye to phone calls unless you have a dedicated room across the house where the bird can be, you’ll need to get up early to prepare fresh or pre frozen food and fill foraging toys, and your lunch break will probably be spent with the bird. I probably spend about 3 hours a day on bird stuff and probably $150-$200 per month on food and toys all told.

The cats and dog will need to be put up if the bird is ever in communal spaces. That can be its own constant game of musical pets.

Truly a banty chicken or pigeon or quail would be a great option and all of those are a great reminder of how messy and demanding birds can be without involving an animal that will get deeply emotionally dependent on you for a long, long time.

I feel for her because I love my birds and they are extremely endearing animals but they are a LOT to live with in practice.

[happilysmythe]

❥ 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚

trent frederic.

word count: 3.6k

warning: explicit content

"got a ride that's smoother than a limousine" — rihanna

A/N: this fic was anonymously requested, but i already knew i was going to write it anyway lol. i hope you all enjoy...happy reading!

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It isn’t every day that you get the privilege of watching your boyfriend win an award in front of a 19,000-person crowd.

So when Trent won NESN’s 7th Player Award, you couldn’t contain your happiness in the small space of your apartment’s living room. You’d tried to reassure him countless times that he’d win, but he was undoubtedly the most self-deprecating person you knew, so it didn’t come to any avail. Now, however, you were proved right, and you wanted to properly congratulate him in the way he liked best.

So you hopped up from the sofa and ran to your room, rummaging through the back of your half of the closet until your fingertips came into contact with the familiar fabric of a hockey jersey. You reached for the hanger and yanked the jersey from its confines, allowing the light to shine against it, revealing its black color and sleek, white lettering on the back that read FREDERIC, with the number 11 stitched just below it.

You’d bought it a few weeks prior and had been hiding it in the back of the closet, waiting for the perfect opportunity to reveal it to him. This would be that opportunity, and you knew better than to pass it up.

You rid yourself of the T-shirt and sweatpants you had been wearing, tossing them promptly into the hamper that sat against the wall. Then, you grabbed the jersey and slipped it on, allowing it to fall and stop just in line with your waist, just high enough to reveal the lack of proper clothing below it, but low enough that it grazed the top of your thigh.

You left your hair clipped up and walked back out into the living room, turning off all lights, the only source now being the fireplace as it exerted a warm orange hue into the room. You sat comfortably on the couch scrolling mindlessly through your phone, and that was how you spent the next ten, fifteen, twenty minutes waiting for Trent.

Finally, the familiar creek of the door sounded, diverting your attention from your phone to the entryway. Your head snapped up, eyes immediately trained on the dark green suit he donned after the game as he dropped his bag and locked the door. He turned around, head tilting and a grin shaping his lips as he caught sight of you sitting quietly on the couch before him. You stood slowly, watching him walk toward you, finally opening his mouth to speak softly.

“Been waiting for me, eh?”

A faint bout of laughter escaped your lips as you placed your hands on your hips. “Am I that predictable?”

“A little,” he scrunched his nose. His eyes raked your frame, brows knitting as they finally noticed the jersey. His hand reached up to tug gently at the fabric on your arm. “This new?”

“Maybe.”

You turned your body around, giving him the full view of his name stitched across your back. Large hands wrapped around your arms, the feeling all-too-familiar as his head dipped down, lips brushing the skin of your ear.

“Beautiful,” he rasped quietly, gently pressing his lips to the side of your head. To his dismay, your hand rose, fingers tugging at the beanie covering his head until it no longer did so, then tossed it to the floor.

“Hey,” he pouted, “careful with that.”

You giggled softly as he turned you back around, chests now flush against one another. “Sorry,” you teased, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. “I prefer to see the curls that my boyfriend has been so graciously growing out for me,” you winked. 

“And you’re lucky,” he reminded you, hands snaking around to the small of your back. “This is the best you’re gonna get. I’m not having a repeat of a few years ago.”

“Too long,” you joked, then lowered your voice to a near whisper. “This,” you started, fingers twirling around a strand at the back of his head, “is perfect.”

“Good.”

He leaned down and kissed you gently, hands firm on your back as they pulled you closer.

“I’m proud of you,” you hummed against his lips, a smile tugging at yours. “I knew you’d win.”

“I know. You must have told me a thousand times,” he joked, eyes flitting down as they noticed your hand beginning to loosen his tie. “What’re you doing?”

“Celebrating,” you promptly replied before continuing to untie it, the fabric soon becoming loose around his neck.

“Well, then,” he laughed, “don’t let me stop you.”

You grinned and tugged at the fabric gently, pulling him down and forcing his lips to yours. His hands came up and removed yours from the tie, then pulled it off and grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket, yanking it off and tossing it to the side with his hat. He then unclipped your hair, eyes watching as the strands cascaded down your shoulders and stopped just above the stitched letters on your back. 

It wasn’t long before your fingers were working at the buttons on his collared shirt, quickly making their way down as you felt his tongue slip between your parted lips. The shirt fell open as the last button came undone, revealing his figure underneath, along with the chain that he knew drove you positively nuts every time you saw it. Even on game days, he wore it, precisely for that purpose.

And to toy with you.

He finally took a step to the side, pivoting to face his back toward the couch, then removed his hands from your body for just a moment as he sat down. He looked up at you with an expression that silently told you to join him, and you did, leaning down and straddling yourself in his lap.

“Good way to congratulate you?” you teased, a grin stretching across your face.

“Perfect,” he scrunched his nose.

“Can’t tell you I’ll celebrate you properly if you win and then go back on my word, right?”

He leaned up and kissed a path along your jawline, then whispered against your skin, “Right.”

His calloused hands returned to your sides once more, now slipping under the fabric of your jersey and coming into contact with the bare, warm skin on your waist. They lightly ran along the sides of your upper half, and to your surprise found themselves stopped atop the cotton material of your underwear that just so happened to be growing increasingly damp. And though he couldn’t see that, he knew.

“God, I love that color on you,” you groaned, referring to the green of the suit he wore.

“Mm,” he hummed, a cocky expression lining his face. “And you look hot with that jersey on.”

You shifted slightly, now sitting firmly on his thick thigh as your hands moved slowly up his midsection. His shirt remained open, exposing his toned upper half to your hungry, wandering eyes, which were now fixated on the silver of his chain once again. Your hands finally reached his shoulders, one trailing up his neck and back into his curls. Trent lifted his leg, immediately putting pressure against the area you needed him most, knowing that it wouldn’t give you near enough satisfaction that you so desperately craved.

So you carefully moved your hips, trying your best to relieve yourself even just slightly. The ache between your thighs only lessened by a small degree, but it was enough to draw soft whimpers from your parted lips, the noise filling Trent’s ears like a melody tailor-made just for him. And boy, did he love it.

“Trent,” you groaned, lower lip sticking out as he let up the pressure with his leg.

But it didn’t last for long. He loved watching your face contort with pleasure, especially when the only movement he had to make was to push his leg between yours. Even then, you were doing most of the work, and watching you get off on just his thigh scratched an itch deep within his mind.

“You want it back?”

“Yes,” you practically demanded, voice whiny as your eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, Trent, please.”

His lips stretched into a smirk and he pushed his leg back up, putting the pressure back between your legs as you slowly, painfully rode his thigh. A hand slipped out from under the heavy fabric and cupped your cheek, your thumb brushing against the skin as you carefully moved your hips.

“Gonna get my suit all dirty,” he laughed, his leg moving in a steady rhythm with your hips.

“Washing machine,” you muttered, leaning toward him as he pulled you down, pressing his lips to yours. His tongue was in your mouth again, grazing your teeth lightly before tangling with yours.

Before you could second-guess it, you removed a hand from the shoulder it was on and reached down between you, fingers searching for the metal buckle of his belt and carefully working it. Soon, you were pulling it out of the loops on his pants, then discarding it to the floor amongst the others.

He didn’t protest as you began to unzip them; he was too focused on the feeling of your hips still moving on his thigh, your other hand tangled in his hair. Finally, you managed to pull the fabric apart, revealing his boxers underneath. 

He pulled away gently, a grin still shaping his lips as he looked up at you. “Enjoying yourself, mm?”

“I was until you started talking,” you teased with a curt roll of your eyes.

“You have a smart mouth, you know that?” he shook his head, white teeth on display as he chuckled.

“You wanna see what else it can do?” 

He nodded softly, tongue in his cheek as he did so, the smirk still shaping his lips. “You wanna show me?”

Without another word, you swung your leg around, maneuvering yourself between his thighs as you sank down to your knees in front of him. He sat up and tossed away his shirt, then inched closer to the edge of the couch, and by association, you.

The breath he released as your fingers hooked in his waistband likely would’ve been mistaken for a moan. You barely paid it any mind, however, as you pulled the fabric down just slightly, finally releasing him, his pants soon becoming discarded to the floor below you. You were quick to wrap your fingers around the length of his cock, the tips of your fingers just barely brushing against one another as you pumped him slowly.

A trail of spit left your lips and slowly ran down the side, soon spreading over the warm flesh as it served its purpose, lubricating the underside of your hand. Trent groaned deeply at the contact, compressing his lips as he pulled them between his teeth, a sharp breath exiting his nose.

Finally, you lowered your head and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, collecting the small amount of precum along your lips, a thin layer glossing them over. You then took the head into your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tense skin and letting your teeth graze it lightly. 

“Fuck,” he rasped, a hand finally snaking into your hair and pulling the strands into a ponytail. 

At this, you took more of him, letting him slowly fill your mouth. You released him for a moment, tongue licking a straight path up the underside before wrapping your lips around him again, taking as much as your mouth would allow until he just barely grazed the back of your throat.

Your hand remained firm around the part you couldn’t fit, continuing to pump it slowly as his hand guided your head up and down. Your name seemed to have left his mouth more times than you’d heard in the last week, his voice a rasp that made you weak every time.

“God, you’re so pretty on your knees,” he finally choked out, the words coming out almost as a whine. The sound of curses leaving his mouth mixed with your name as he repeated it weakly.

There was nothing that he loved more than the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him, taking every last inch that you were able, looking up at him through your lashes as you worked his strained cock to its release. His hand forced your head down, fingers growing tight in your hair as he set your pace, and you allowed it, letting him take full control.

You breathed sharply through your nose, your small whimpers humming against his warm flesh and finally, you began to feel him tip over the edge.

You pulled back, releasing him just slightly to allow for more room in your mouth as he came, coating the inside thoroughly with the white liquid. Immediately, his taste was all over, continuing to spill out and down your throat smoothly.

Finally, you slowly slipped him out of your mouth, pressing one final kiss to his tip before rising back up and leveling your face with his. He released your hair, sliding the hand under your chin to inch your face closer. His thumb grazed the outer corner of your mouth, collecting the remainder of himself on it, then pressed itself between your lips. Your tongue slipped out, licking the pad of his thumb clean before he dragged it slowly down your lip.

“Mm,” you softly hummed, a grin shaping your lips. “You taste so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He softly pressed his lips to yours, then lowered his voice to a near whisper. “Turn around,” he instructed, removing his hands from your body to allow the movement. At his word, you nodded and turned your body around, back facing him as you sat back, sinking into his lap.

A hand slipped under your jersey and flattened its palm against your stomach, fingers pressing into the warm skin as the other moved to the fabric of your underwear. His finger hooked inside the waistband, pulling the fabric down slowly, and you lifted your hips, allowing it to slip off and hit the floor.

The pads of his fingers returned to your skin, pressing gently against the sensitive area. You whimpered softly as they began to skillfully rub circles against your clit, the other hand moving up to your head and gently urging your head back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, Tr—”

“Shh,” he cooed, slowly slipping two fingers into you, curling them together before pulling them out. He repeated that same process, gradually picking up the pace, thumb still working the area above it as he moved.

Gently, he brushed your hair back with his other hand, then kissed your forehead. Moans spilled from your parted lips, your hips rolling into his hand as they tried to create more friction, to make his fingers hit just the right spot each time they pushed in.

You snaked your arm up and wrapped it around his neck, hand palming the back of his head, his curls between your fingers. Your flattened palm pushed his head toward you, forcing his mouth down to yours. He responded immediately, kissing you fervently as his mouth swallowed your moans.

The noises you continued making were quick to get him going once again, because, if there was one thing that he never failed to get off on, it was the sound of the moans that he caused; that he was able to pry from your throat with just his fingers or his mouth, or even just from his thigh like earlier. And when you pulled away, allowing the weak repetitions of his name to slip through your lips again, he didn’t silence you like before.

His fingers kept relentlessly moving in and out of you, thumb still working your clit as it coaxed more chants of his name from your throat as if it were the only word left in your vocabulary. It was then that he felt you tightening around his fingers, still rolling your hips as the familiar pit he often brought to your stomach returned. You adjusted yourself, sitting up slightly to make him hit the spot you needed them to most, whimpering deeply as he brought you to your release.

You came apart around his fingers, grabbing onto him tightly as you rode the high out, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. His fingers continued to fuck you dumb with pleasure, the added warmth of the fire in front of you causing beads of sweat to form atop your skin. You felt Trent’s hair dampening under your fingers as your damp palm transferred the moisture to his strands.

“That’s it,” he coached, fingers brushing your hair to the side, giving him access to your neck for his lips to plant a kiss atop the skin.

You finally stilled for a moment, breathing deeply as he lifted his fingers to his mouth. You watched him rid them of what you left behind, then smile down at you.

The expression that you gave him as you looked up silently told him that you wanted more, and he sat you up in his lap, his eyes becoming about level with your shoulders. 

His hands slipped under the fabric of your jersey and pulled it over your head, leaving you completely bare and placing it on the other side of the couch. “As much as I love seeing my name on your back,” he started with a rasp, kissing your bare shoulder, “it’s easier this way.”

You nodded in response, stabilizing yourself as his hand reached down and lined himself up, then pushed just the tip inside. You swallowed thickly from the sensation at first, but you quickly adjusted before lowering yourself the rest of the way, fully sinking into his lap. 

His hands returned to your sides and you quickly felt the pads of his fingers digging into your skin. Your own placed themselves atop them, holding his hands in their spots as you began to move your hips, finally starting to get him, and yourself, off. A throaty, low groan exited his lips, his hands kneading your sides as they gave you support.

Your legs had weakened after being spread open for so long, and the feeling of him pushing himself up into you surely didn’t help. Your eyes quickly screwed shut, lips parted as they exhaled heavy breaths while your body adjusted to him for what seemed like the thousandth time, yet you couldn’t get enough of it. The discomfort only lasted for a moment before he felt just as he always did when he was buried inside of you—perfect.

He was big—so big—and you always told him so. How could you not when he filled you so perfectly, his wide cock having reached places no man had ever previously been able? And the payoff was oh, so rewarding every single time you reminded him, without fail. He’d dedicate more attention to every thrust, every touch, every word—each simple movement, making sure you felt every last inch of him.

And you did.

So this time was no different when you muttered subconsciously about his size, practically moaning the words as they slipped past your lips. Large hands roamed your upper half, trailing up to your chest and kneading the sensitive flesh, drawing strained whimpers of his name once again.

Your back arched off of him as you moved your hips in a steady rhythm with his, his palms still cupping your chest before sliding back down. This time one hand slipped past your waist and continued down, using its fingers to rub your clit again.

“Fuck, Trent,” you sighed, brushing your hair back as he leaned up and kissed your bare shoulder, trailing a path up to your neck and back down. You were a mess; because that’s what he made you.

“I wanna see you,” he drawled, bringing his lips closer to your ear. “Turn around.”

At his word, you lifted yourself, his hands falling to his sides momentarily as you turned to face him again. You wasted no time in sinking back down onto him, feeling him fill you up again as you ground into his lap, your hands lowering to his shoulders. He brought his own down to your ass, massaging the flesh as he guided your movements.

Once again, Trent brought you closer to the edge, his eyes fixated on your face as pleasure laced your expression. He slid his hands up and pulled you down, kissing you hungrily, urging you to let go.

So you did, letting out an elongated sigh of his name as you shattered around him again, this time bringing him along with you. Your thighs trembled as you felt him coating your inner stomach with his release, the sight of sweat lining his face and dripping from his curls making you even weaker than you already were.

Finally, your body stilled, relaxing deeply into his. The only noises filling the room were the sound of the crackling fire mixed with the breaths he and you let out, chests rising and falling. Your fingers pressed into the skin on his shoulders, gripping him tightly to grant yourself the much-needed support. He leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’m not moving from here,” he joked, a faint smile shaping his lips.

“Neither am I.”

He helped you lift yourself off of him, then moved his body to lie flat across the couch. You grabbed the blanket nearest to you and laid down next to him, draping it over his and your bodies as you pressed your back to his chest, nuzzling into him. His arm snaked around your waist, his flattened hand finding purchase on your stomach, pulling you into him. The cold metal of his chain, in large contrast to the warmth that still radiated from the fire in front of you, pressed into your back.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to be able to see him looking down at you, then smiled faintly and whispered,

“Congratulations, Trent.”

[blorbologist]

I AM HERE WITH A 🌟🌟 TO HEAR ABOUT SOMETHING YOU'VE BEEN DYING TO GUSH ABOUT IN YOUR WRITINGS.

EXANDRIAN 👏 WEDDING 👏 CELEBRATION👏 WORLDBUILDING👏

- Wedding rings convergently evolved in a lot of contexts due to some divine events/recurrences (ex: halos of some aasimar and divine casters). Though how they're used varies (some cultures have many, with rings being added as the couple has children or for other life events; some wear them in their hair or as body piercings; some insist the couple or someone close to them make the rings themselves; sometimes they're made as a chain that's ceremonially broken during the wedding and reforged).

- I love the common HC that elven weddings involve ceremonial knots and rope/string tying the couple together! Drow use white-silver threads (heated debate rage as to if this is nods to Loloth or the Luxon in the Dynasty), wood elves will use plant-based fibers grown from each family's land/plants that grow near their home, and all elves will use fancier material to indicate wealth. A common practice for half-elves, especially from societies where they’re more common and can share this knowledge, is to intersperse the weaving and knots with rings, or save the threads to make into necklaces or armbands.

- many Ashari wedding practices (a little different for each tribe) have their roots in Drashari & Age of Arcanum customs that survived. For Zephrah in particular, I like the idea of the couple writing their vows, folding the paper into a bird or flower or something specific to Them (Vaxleth would 100% do a raven) and sending it flying from the cliffs. I'm undecided if they're supposed to use wind spells/cantrips to keep them aloft or trust in the air to carry them and their hopes for the relationship. (The people living downwind think it's good luck to catch Ashari wedding vows, and sometimes make the trek up to return them to the happy couple.) They don't know this is adapted from the spell kites of Cathmoíra.

- Several parts of Wildemount include planting something Important as part of the ceremony. Either something that will grow (a tree, a vital crop, a favorite flower) or not (a memory capsule, an offering, or something meant to decay). If the planting doesn't go well, or if the plant/burried thing gets damaged down the line, it's seen as a terrible omen. Couples living in cities will keep theirs on windowsills or roofs to ensure they get enough light, and it’s a common source of gossip if a neighbor's plant is unwell or if the pot of soil tips during a storm, spilling out the gifts within.

- I've thought. So much. About Whitestone weddings. The city-state was very isolated for years, so their practices are very tailored to their home. Laurels are made out of the Sun Tree's shed leaves, which are also scattered around their feet. Weddings are usually held at dawn or midday for Pelor reasons, and the rings are weighed in scales blessed by Erathis to ensure the partnership is equal. The ceremony is usually held in front of the Sun Tree, and if the couple is very lucky or of high status a fallen bough will be brought with them into their marital home to keep them safe and blessed by its shade (and it's meant to be burnt as firewood should they face a challenge they feel they can't surmount, be it a terrible winter or awful fight). Most couples only get a twig or small branch though. Actually, you'll see soon ;3

- Vex's wedding ring is 100% forged from melted down gold pieces from her own person. Because there's a chance, however small, that one or two pieces used were among those Percy gave her when they first met. Percy includes some residuum in his, partially because he wanted to make sure their rings could both be used as Resurrection components should anything happen... and partially because he still remembers the Sunken Tomb and how his offering of residuum then was not accepted. He doesn’t want to forget what his mistake cost them, a reminder to be careful (what if he had succeeded? would Vax not have - then he might - fuck.).

[belowzion]

Below Zion: Rethinking Valentino

Hello everyone! Today I wanted to show you how we've been rewriting Valentino. As stated in my previous blogs, the characters are given different feels to make them as distinct from their show counterparts as possible so that eventually this can be its own thing. While still inhabiting the pimp lord aspects, Valentinos way of thinking, motivations and even what he does in his past-time should change how this character works and why I grew a fascination in writing about his character recently. Make no mistake, he is a villain and funnily enough, a stark contrast to Charlies ideas.

"Oh, the sex work is great! Tino is garbage. See, I haven't left the industry. I just ran from that self-rightous prick…" - Hip-Lash, one of Angels best friends, left the 'industry'. Hasn't seen Angel for 30 years. To understand where Valentino comes from and why he is the kind of person he is, some context is needed. In Below Zion, sinners are completely incapable of making pacts with other people. Their power instead depends on how sinful they were in life. If you sinned too much, you get thrown into Penance Machines, where you are excessively tortured and bleed out all that sinful energy for runes! Runes pass off as currency in Hell. But if you were not a cannibal serial child killer, you get to enjoy some amazing powers! Or if you got bailed out of these machines through some higher power. While nothing too crazy like what Alastor might be capable of, these sinners are still very powerful with the Wrath they possess. Valentino is no exception. His hazbin is an interesting case of a person hiding the true degeneracy that they possess deep within them. See, Valentino, known before as Mikhail "Milo" Tarentino, was a yoga teacher, originating from India! The guy, not really enjoying his position in India due to the fact that yoga was already quite popular there, decided to move to Italy where yoga wasn't as prevalent! Tarentino was a social butterfly, able to get many contacts and many students into his class! However, his true debauchery also began here. He would often have sexual intercourse with his own students, coercing them, grooming them and eventually fucking them! It does not help the matters that most of these women were married.

"Oh goodness, I did not expect to have a new neighbour! Welcome! I actually remember you, you know? You agreed to collect dirty things for Butcher Pete." Sledge nods. "So I did." "Gross job. Glad they had rubber gloves my size." He says, raising a paw, and wiggling his pudgy fingers… It reminds Alastor a little of one of those asian lucky-cats… cute. "Why ya callin' him 'Butcher Pete'?"

"Oh! No reason! There is just a very catchy song that I wish I NEVER paid any attention to the lyrics of!"

He says as he spins his microphone!

"Would you like to give it a listen? It reminds me of the kind of sinners that I find often here in Lust…" "Sure."

From Als staff - a combination of magical and technological - comes out a very upbeat tune! "Hey everybody, did the news get around? About a guy named Butcher Pete! Oh, Pete just flew into this town, And he's choppin' up all the women's meat!

He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin'! He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat!"

And also... this.

"Yeah, I see your point there, Al... but I got a question for ya~" He says with a sinister grin~

"Very well, i shall bite! Shoot!" "Say, have you ever had a pump and dump at a family reunion~?"

"[Oh no...]" The T.V Demon grows... concerned for what is about to be retold.

Velvette begins to giggle maniacally!

"I know Some of those words! Likely Not in the context You Want them to be in, though!"

"Then you do know the context I am referring to~ Don't worry Al, I am not talking about ones own family reunion, obviously, but somebody else's."

"You Are talking about FILTH then. No Val, i have done Nothing of the likes!"

"Oh come on, never had the fun? I had this one where I was invited to one of my students', I was a yoga teacher back in the day, you see? Anyhow, I eventually found myself banging different women. See, because they are all related, they had like, slightly different mommy boxes, but I was test driving 'em, right? Seeing how evolution has shaped each one a little differently so that you can find one that's just right?"

[No, Val stop, Al is already-]

"I call this goldilocksing~"

"And this relates to hunting... hoooow...?" Velvette seems perplexed...

Val thinks for a moment...

"I forgot what I was getting at, my bad~" He says as he takes a puff from his cigarette.

Al... looks grossed out. He thinks about this... And shivers in mild disgust again, a few moments after the first time.

As you can see here, Valentino kept his "trade" a secret in his human life, but he was also very good with it. Being able to get around fucking the entire female half of a family. Living in Italy though, he envied the mafia families that always seemed to be able to get what they wanted. More so because one day, one of those families caught Tino and his disgusting tendencies and... lets just say that he was never found on Earth again.

This eventually landed him in Hell. While he did sin quite excessively, it did not compare to the likes of Velvette, Alastor, Eve, Angel Dust or Agatha. However, he did gain one very prominent power from this... The red mist. The mist he puffs out whenever he smokes, the stench that leaves his body, the morphine that binds people to him like soul contracts!

Its an addictive substanance. Some people even describe it as off-puttingly as possible by saying that its his "musk". Valentino, while possessing not a terrifying amount of strength compred to some other powerful sinners out there, he possesses an ability that can dominate each one of them without trouble.

One such case being Angel Dust.

See, Angel, being the son of a ruthless mafia boss, when arrived in Hell, he wanted to become famous and wealthy immidietly! Get rich quick without much work! Well, with work he loves to do~

This is where Valentino steps into his life, offering him such opportunities while... making sure Angel inhales his mist as much as possible. Keep him addicted, don't let him get away~

Valentino is especially abusive towards Angel both sexually and physically. However, this stems not from his actual love for Angel Dust, but his hate.

Valentino, ever since he arrived in Hell, has gained a sick fascination towards punishing the sinners that think they are hot shit.

"He has a… self-rightous attitude lets say. If he thinks you had it too good and don't appriciate the stuff you have… he'll get ideas~" -Velvette

Valentino is the essence of Hell. He punishes the winners of hazbin, not the losers. Seeing Angel Dust, being this mafiaso that loved and CRAVED sex in every opportunity and got what he wanted without ever thinking about the implications, gives Valentino this certain feeling of moral superiority. He feels like a punisher, a true demon of Hell that is there to become Angels worst nightmare for all the horrible things he has done in his life.

It gets better due to the fact that Valentino knows he is weaker than Angel, yet due to his addictions, he wins over him. Its not some pact that binds Angel, its his own Lust... and Sloth. His desire for easy success and wealth led him to this disgusting mess.

When Charlie rolls around with the idea of redemption, of course he hates it. To him, punishment is well deserved and bad boys like Angel need to be made an example of.

This also presents the reader with an interesting question. Does Angel deserve what Val does to him considering that he was CERTAINLY not a good person in his own hazbin? Or does he deserve redemption? This is literally Charlies ideology, being asked to the viewer. Should the sinner be punished or redeemed? Angel was a despicable human being that murdered, tortured, raped and was bound to many external substances. Does he deserve punishment in the hands of Valentino? Or does he deserve redemption in the hands of Charlie?

Valentino is also not just doing this to Angel. This goes for ANYONE he thinks they had it too good for too long...

Welp, that was all! Valentino is an asshole pervert fueled by hatred!

Please do write feedback, I'd love to hear your ideas if you think of any!

[ask-princessandromeda]

[She looked at Ethan fondly and stroked his head]. You're such a sweet boy. I think, and I am rarely wrong, that when you grow up you will speak even more mature than me. [Kore kissed the top of his head].

[She smiled at the Alabaster, tilting her head towards it, her hair shimmering and shimmering like thick honey when the sun's rays fell on it]. Thanks for the compliment, Al. [She hesitated, pausing for a moment]. I met your mother when I was forced to leave my home and my mortal father.. I was lost and lonely, I was terribly scared and then I met Lady Atala.

When she came to me to find out something and ask for advice, she was in the form of a beautiful adult woman, from whom there was a peaceful softness and gentle warmth, she was maternal and kind. The one that was vital to me at that moment. [Cora talked about it tenderly, as if she really cared about someone she was really close to]. When she got what she wanted, she did not leave and forgot me, she gave me her favor and help. She's still looking out for me.

[When Kore shifted her gaze to Luke, her gaze became more firm and at the same time more sympathetic. It could even be called humility]. I just know it, Luke, I know the prophecy, I know its meaning, I know how it will end... [Kore exhaled with a slight hiss and looked at them with an almost confident and collected look]. I am the daughter of Apollo, Apollo Iatromantis - Apollo is the god of oracles and healers - it means that I can see the future.

[She looked at Silena softly and covered her palm with her own, it was pleasant and warm like sunlight falling through a window]. Thanks for the necklace, Silena, it's beautiful and I really liked it. [She looked at Chris, her face became sad, and her voice became softer and as if comforting]. Chris, your future is full of light, just remember that and just know that you deserve it. Always remember these things, Chris.

Al: *nods as he gazes at her, wonder mixed with already built fondness* My mother is awesome, yes. You seem to be pretty close to her.

Ethan: *looks at them surprised, fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt, but does not speak*

Al: I’m a runaway too. She helped me on my way to camp as well. I think that she has a thing for guiding young children- she’s a protector of youth! Or, perhaps *thoughfully* perhaps she just loves us. I hope.

Ethan: You’re pretty lucky to have a mom that cares so much about you.

Al: Yeah… Ethan! I’m sure your… mom cares about you, too. She might just not know how to express it.

Ethan: Yeah. Sure. Maybe I’m just not good enough of a daughter for her.

Al: Ethan…

Luke: *not paying attention to them* You say you know how the prophecy will end? So that means you’re like… an Oracle? It’s true that you don’t seem like any other children of Apollo I’ve seen. There’s something… different about you.

Luke: *closing his eyes* You almost remind me of someone I don’t like thinking about.

Chris: *gazes at Luke*

Luke: Could you tell me more about this prophecy stuff? I think I’ll need it. Ah- I’m speaking bullshit again. Anyway… Chris, what’s the matter?

Chris: Nothing! It’s just… Kore, you told me a lot of weird things. I think they’re good things, though. Thank you? Especially for telling me that I deserve them. I- I don’t hear that a lot. Yeah.

Silena: *looks at them all, not finding her words. She keeps quiet and puts her hand on Kore’s shoulder* Y-yeah.

[intheholler]

Been reading your posts about the accent and all, and I wanted to share two horror stories I wrote in my accent. :)

Knock Three Times

Ol' Knocky

Also it's interesting reading your posts about it - I've always been proud of my accent and my home and not exactly able to empathize with people who internalize the prejudice and turn against their home. So your posts are helping me see that side of things more.

Maybe it's because I grew up in Mount Airy, and of course we pride ourselves on Andy Griffith and Mayberry and all that. So maybe I got lucky and didn't grow up around the shame as much.

As for people assuming we're "dumb" - in 7th grade I scored high enough on the verbal part of the SAT to go to Duke's TIP program. There was a girl there from Tobaccoville with the thickest accent I've heard yet. I hope she kept it and I hope she's proud of it.

Anyway I love your blog and I hope you keep fighting the good fight. :)

hi, thanks! also thanks for being here contributing a counterpoint perspective.

i'll explain it how i see it personally: it isn't like the accent is just a collection of sounds or something equally as simple. it is one of the accents and dialects that carries on its back something much heavier. this has to do with code-switching, which occurs in all sorts of sociolinguistic cases.

it also isn't necessarily us 'turning away from home' (i'd like to address that further in a minute).

so to the sociolinguistic point:

in my case--and in a lot of cases given by those who have shared their stories with this community here--we are queer, non- or ex-religious people with leftist ideals. the opposite of what people are adamant about associating this region with.

the accent has become like a hallmark of that kind of behavior we don't align ourselves with but are still stereotyped and harmed by.

it seems to be a common experience that we want to hide the accent so we aren't automatically pegged as being the exact opposite of who we truly are.

because so many people, consciously or subconciously, revert to their misconceptions when they hear it, before we even have a chance to show them we're of like mind. i say this as someone who moved away from appalachia for several years. it's a thing. i promise.

so if you're trying to see it from our perspective, i think that's an important thing to understand. lord knows there ain't shit wrong with the accent itself. to me, it's home-y and warm, soft and familiar and hospitable.

it's what the accent unfortunately implies before we can get a word in edgewise. it isn't fair that we are made to feel this way, and i am hoping by reclaiming my own accent as i have been, i will be changing minds for the better.

but socially--its HARD. its EXHAUSTING. and code-switching has historically just been so much easier.

also--and i say this gently--i struggle with your idea of "turning away from home," because it reminds me of something regressionists in the south/appalachian south say about young people leaving the region, calling them traitors. this us-them mentality simply needs to be dissolved.

i am not turning away from my home when i protect myself from hatred and vitriol based solely on how i drawl my "i" sounds. my home has turned away from me.

it was always mine, always ours. my ancestors--our ancestors--were generous, loving, community-driven, hospitable folks. these hateful fucks have stolen what it once was and projected an awful image out into the world instead. that's not on me. all i can do is try to set it right again.

thanks again for your thoughts! <3