#just my friend caspian) is hot

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[livvyofthelake]

you literally can’t trust anyone on letterboxd. people will literally give prince caspian less than five stars. kill yourselves….. sorry mutuals. but you’re wrong and you need to know this. anyway prince caspian baby nobody gets you like i do don’t let the haters get you down sweetheart you’ll always have me <3

[onmyyan]

hello, i LOVE your writing and style and i took a social media break and came back and HOLY SHIT what a time to be alive

i got to thinking about your guys and i do love a reluctant darling, so ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, so sorry if it does. but the guys doing the absolute m o s t to get this girl to like them. someone who maybe got a couple of rough exes and either knows what to look for and isn't looking for love. and the boys are just like :) oh :) to bad 💐 for you. they get her heart racing and she's a little nervous about it. shes got a mouth on her and aren't afraid to pop off on a rant about how she knows what they are (she doesn't)

Marcos? psh you'll cheat and laugh about it with your friends at some party. you think you can get away with it just cuz you're good looking? go find another person to piss off. and he's all like ☺️you think i'm hot😊😚 love the idea of her being a snarky bar tender at his favorite bar and they have a will they won't they sitcommy type relationship

manny? just buy the book and leave, girlies on the clock, no she doesn't care how good he looks on the motor cycle. totally not. definitely, definitely not. she doesn't worry when he goes really fast on it, it doesn't make her scared. girls just trying to get paid and get peace.

ricky? oh big strong man trying to boss her around? she doesn't need all that. she sees through that tough exterior and her rbf is worse than his. but it ain't resting. she's just loving life with her friends (who aren't as available anymore?? i wonder why??) and she doesn't care when he runs his fingers through his hair. she doesn't want to do that. she'll get her car fixed there- sure- but she won't like it.

gabe? sure he seems fun but ultimately she views him like a movie sequel, seems fun until about halfway through when you see it's the same plot as last time. no way is she falling for that old trick again. yeah he's nice, and and he helps her with groceries when he sees her walking with all those bags. bare minimum raise it, gabriel.

caspian? when's that other shoe drop? when does the sweet charming teddy bear end? (never)and yeah his pastries are delicious. and he's nice. and smells like cookies. and- oh fuck she's in love, better avoid him but SOMEHOW the man is everywhere. doesn't matter. she needs a night in, and yeah she misses him when she's in her place alone. little does she know how close he is. she won't be lonely anymore ☺️

ashley? she can fix up her own house, thank you very much. she's not interested in some old fashion cowboy and his old fashion values. or his arms. or the way he checks in on her, making sure she's settled in ok, finding her way around town, if she's eating alright and if she needs anything and woah- what's wrong with this door? he'll fix it and no. he doesn't want money. she doesn't owe him anything but, if she wants to grab a drink she's always welcome to join him. she won't be thinking about what would've happened if she took him up on that late that night. or how she made fun of his accent.

diego? WHY is there chickens on her door, and WHY is it w o r k i n g? and where is the shirt she was wearing yesterday? it's laundry day. feral fella makes sure everything's going alright and she's got everything she needs. she doesn't want some man following her around like an over grown puppy. or does she?

imagine them giving her they're number and getting a drunk text like

"you don't suck anymore ❤️" and they go feral

anyways hope you like that and are having a good day/night. i do wonder if any of them kidnap darling like in sharing is caring (my guess is ricky, ash, and manny in no particular order) and how they'd deal with a darling like this. have a wonderful day/night.

This is amazing and made me smile like a fool the whole time I read it!! Like wowiewowie you totally nailed the characterization of the guys and I love how sweet and nervous the reader is about this seemingly perfect dude ugh thank you for sending this baby in I adore it

[squoosheez]

Sweet Relief

Finnick Odair x Reader

summary: Yesterday, the reaping took place. Your name was the one picked from thousands—and it was your last year to even be eligible. Being from district four, your mentor is none other than Finnick Odair. Prince of the Capitol. Your relationship is off to a rocky start, but on your second night, he starts to come around.

setting: The 70th Hunger Games. You’re the female tribute from District 4, on your way to the Capitol with your male tribute, Caspian, and your mentor, Finnick Odair.

pairing: Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, mentions of death, implied mentions of forced prostitution but not blatantly mentioned ykwim?

notes: I wrote this in two sittings and it’s not proofread and it’s also my first time posting anything on tumblr soooo…

word count: 5.2k

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socials: ao3 (that’s all I have bcuz my cc isn’t working rn 😭

Thick, humid air circulates through your enormous room. This was not what you expected when they had called your name for the reaping. You still remember it like it’s happening in the present. You find yourself laying on your memory foam bed with satin sheets—courtesy of the capitol. One thousand thoughts race through your mind as you recall the events of this evening.

To start, you almost punched your mentor in the face. You try to convince yourself he deserved it, but he was just trying to lighten up the situation and try to make you feel better. At dinner, he made a comment about the games. His words rang through your mind. “Even if you don’t win, just try not to be killed first.”

It makes your blood boil just thinking about it. You’re appalled by his insensitivity. You know those people aren’t any less smart or skilled as anyone else in that arena. Just because Finnick was the one to kill them off, doesn’t make them any weaker.

District four. Your home, family, friends, everyone you love is there. You can’t imagine not making it home to them. You also can’t believe this just had to be the last year you’re even eligible for the games. The worst luck ever. You groan as you pull the comforter over your body. One of the perks about being a tribute has got to be how well they treat you before you’re sent off to your death. You finally start to drift off into a semi-deep sleep—since real sleep is impossible—when you hear a soft knocking at your door.

You groan again before allowing the person into your room. You watch intently as the figure makes its way further and further towards your bed. You can only assume it’s an avox coming to give you a spa treatment or something else extravagant. But to your surprise, it’s your fatally charming mentor.

“What are you doing here, Finnick? Wanna piss me off some more?” You immediately bark out, not even giving him a chance to look into your eyes. This obviously makes him angry, you can see it on his face.

He bites his lip in frustration. “Listen here, little girl. You should try showing your mentor some respect for a change. I could be the very difference between life and death for you in that arena. I wouldn’t take that for granted if I were you,” his fake smile pierces through your blanket of security. He really knows how to make your spine shiver.

“Here to tell you that we’ll be arriving at 7am tomorrow morning. I suggest you be up and ready before then,” he continues. You watch as he takes a piece of fruit from your nightstand and bites into it. He gives another fake smile and walks out of your room, the automatic door sliding closed behind him. The sound of his voice makes your face grow hot in anger. It’s like everything he says is made to piss you off, but he had a good point. He’s the one who decides what gets sent out. He can help you live or let you die. Maybe you should try and get on his good side.

A good two hours fly by while you lay helplessly trying to grasp onto an ounce of sleep. It’s no use. You’re far too nervous to even close your eyes. The thought of losing everyone creeps into the back of your mind, but you deem the thought selfish. You’re not losing them, they’re losing you. More than they already have. Your mother and sister sitting at home wondering why it was you. Your best friends pondering what life will be like without you. It was your final year.

The good thing about coming from district four was that most oftenly, they were able to form alliances with the main careers, district one and two. Though, you deemed them to be quite arrogant, stuck up, obnoxious.. the list goes on. You were probably the only one in district four that doesn’t wanna prove they can win The Hunger Games.

The boy two doors down from you has been training his whole life for this moment. Technically, it’s illegal to train, but since when does anyone follow the rules when it comes to the games? The little boy whose name was picked at the reaping was only twelve. You thought that maybe they were related, but he just really wanted a chance to win. Foolish. The boy doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, you think.

When it comes to Finnick, he seems to favor you—which seems peculiar considering the fact you treat him like shit and the boy is nothing but pleasant towards him. You always assume he just acts that way towards the girls, he does seem to be a charmer. Capitol’s prince, some would call him. That warning he gave you earlier, was probably him genuinely trying to be helpful. You find that very hard to believe.

You turn on your side and click on the bedside lamp. The light brightens up the room more than a lamp probably should. The Capitol needs to stop sucking up to us, you think as you sit up and tread off to your bathroom. The bathroom is huge, a big shower that could fit any toiletries you could imagine. There’s a vanity full of makeup and hair products that you have never even seen before in your life. Red velvet robes that look incredibly soft and inviting. Last but not least, it smells of roses. The whole bathroom smells like you just walked into a florist.

You stretch and look at yourself in the huge wall mirror. You don’t look like yourself. Your features seem distorted and different. You know that you really do look the same, but you don’t feel like yourself. It’s definitely the Capitol. You turn on the water in the shower and wait for it to reach your desired temperature. You discard yourself of your clothes, realizing that you had never changed into your pajamas. When you finish undoing your hair and undressing, you step into the hot water.

Ten minutes pass and you’re rinsing some rose scented conditioner out of the ends of your hair. Everything here seems to be rose scented. Do we smell that bad? You laugh to yourself as you step out of the shower and grab onto a towel. You quickly dry off your body and hair, wrapping the towel around your hair and slipping into one of the velvet robes. Soft doesn’t even begin to describe it.

You open the door to your bedroom and begin to walk into it before you realize there’s a figure sitting on your bed. You assume it’s the boy from your district, probably couldn’t sleep either. Wants to talk strategy with you, pretend to be in love or helpless or siblings, or something even more ridiculous. To your surprise, it’s not the tribute boy at all. Quite the opposite.

You take a few steps closer, examining everything you can in the dark before you come to a conclusion. It’s Finnick. His golden-brown curls falling on his forehead paired with his sea green eyes, it’s obvious.

“What are you doing here?” You snarl, earning a laugh on his end.

“Well, you’re very welcoming,” Finnick says in return. He yawns and stretches before completely spreading himself out on your bed. “I went to check on your friend, Caspian, but he was dead asleep. Just thought I’d make sure you're sleeping.”

I knew he had a name. You roll your eyes and give Finnick an annoyed expression. “It’s impossible to sleep knowing I’m about to be sent off to my inevitable death.”

Finnick smiles. It makes you angry. He sits up to look you in the eyes. “It’s stuff like this that makes me think you really do have a chance. Definitely more than your friend down the hall, hate to say it.” He gives a fake disappointed look and it makes you chuckle to yourself.

“I’m not so sure about that,” you say. You slowly approach the bed and sit down beside Finnick despite how wrong it feels. Finnick rolls his eyes and grabs your hand.

“I think you have the drive. If you really wanted it—which you will in the arena—I definitely think you have a good chance of surviving. We’re district four. Make some allies, I know deep down you can push that cold heart and face of yours out of the way.” He gives your hand a squeeze of encouragement.

It makes you think. Just two hours ago you were sulking about losing everyone and everything, when in reality you don’t have to. You breathe out slowly, taking in everything Finnick said. He’s still there, staring at you with his green eyes. For once, his face doesn’t fill you with rage. His voice doesn’t infuriate you. He looks gentle. Compassionate. Charming. Finnick.

“Thanks,” is the only word you can mutter out. He looks at you with an endearing smile and kind eyes. You didn’t think he was capable of being nice. He looks actually sincere for once. Wow.

Finnick stands up and starts to make his way towards the door when your voice cuts through his action. “Finnick—” He turns around to face you, curiosity plastered on his face. He mumbles a quiet ‘hm?’ and you freeze. It’s like your words aren’t yours anymore.

“Will you stay?”

Finnick’s breath hitches in the back of his throat at your words. Immediately, you regret saying it. You want to hide underneath the comforter and never show your face to him ever again. Your face lights up a bright red, and you hope he doesn’t notice this.

A smirk creeps up on Finnick’s face. He doesn’t even give you a straight answer, he just climbs back into bed with you—which in most circumstances is very inappropriate for a mentor to do with a tribute. It’s fine, he’s only twenty.

Finnick wraps his arm around you, it's only then you remember you haven’t put on pajamas yet. You’re laying there in the robe from your bath, and your towel is still wrapped around your hair. You pull the towel off and let your still somewhat wet hair free to fall onto the sides of your face. Finnick looks over at you and gives your shoulder another squeeze of encouragement. Him and his squeezes of encouragement.

You reach around for the remote before finding it and turning on some show you’ve never seen before. In the districts, you only really get Capitol news. It’s definitely nice for a change. You and Finnick watch whatever drama is unfolding on the screen, holding each other as tightly as possibly.

“What’s it like?” You mutter out against Finnick’s shoulder. His head perks up as he registers what you said. He stays quiet, probably because you weren’t specific enough. “As a victor, I mean.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes closing as if he doesn’t want to tell you. Like it’s some sort of bad news your parents tell you when you’re ten. “It’s not as great as I make it seem.”

Your eyebrows raise. He always makes it seem like he’s living the dream out here. Money, jewels, fame, glory. He has it all. What could possibly be bad about being a victor?

“I want you to win. I really do, and I think you’re very capable of doing so but..” his words catch in the back of his throat. “I don’t want you to go through what I did.”

His expression is cold. He’s not even looking at you anymore, his gaze is fixated on the screen, but you know he’s not watching. It’s like watching him hold back tears with no tears to hold back. This time you give his shoulder a squeeze of encouragement. This makes him smile softly and return his stare towards you.

“It’s wonderful.. now. I do have money and jewels, fame and glory. But nothing in life is free.” His smile fades, and he brushes a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. He is so good at keeping you oblivious. It’s frustrating.

He pulls you in closer, his grip on your shoulder tightens. Your breathing grows faster. You can hear his heart beating in his chest, and it makes yours beat even faster. His hand starts to move towards your hair. He runs his fingers through your slowly, making sure not to tug too hard. Just three hours ago, you could’ve sworn he hated your guts. What is wrong with him?

All you can do is look over at him. You realize he’s staring at you, but he doesn’t look away. The look in his eyes is something to fear, that’s for sure. He has to be zoning out.. But he’s not. He turns his body to face yours, resting his free hand on your side. You’re dumbfounded. Star struck, even. You open your mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. Finnick smiles and caresses your jaw with his thumb. This seems oddly intimate, and you have zero experience in being intimate.

You want to pull away. You think. You’re frozen, a slave to his touch. You want to move, but you don’t. His fingertips dance across your hips and jaw. You start to believe he’s playing a trick on you. He wants to see how far you’re willing to go. Well, you’re not a quitter. That’s for sure.

Instead of your typical surprised expression, your face morphs into a confident smirk. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, in fact it does. Before you can wipe it away, Finnick presses his lips eagerly against your own. His tongue runs over the drop of blood, tasting the metallic substance mixed with your saliva. Jesus Christ.

His hands pull your face even closer, along with your body. Your robe is becoming loose, you feel the knot slipping slowly. Your hands are entangled in his golden hair, your eyes are closed so tightly. All you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel.

This is definitely wrong on some level, but when he’s touching and kissing you in all the right places, it seems to not matter. His lips begin to move downward. He places soft kisses on your jaw and neck. Once he reaches your collarbones, the kisses get more intense. He starts sucking dark purple hickeys and leaving discreet teeth marks on your fragile skin. He’s eager, but careful. As if your body is a porcelain doll and he’s the only one allowed to hold it. He’s so gentle yet abrasive.

Your muscles tense as you feel his hands travel down your waist and resting on your hips. You know his intentions. He’s not just kissing you in your bed while practically laying on top of you for nothing. He looks up at you, his sea green eyes pleading for you.

“Can I take off your robe?” He says softly. His voice seems safe now. Not infuriating. You give him a nod, but it’s not good enough for him. “I need to hear a yes.”

“Yes,” you say. And with that, he unties your robe in one swift motion. The sides of the robe fall off onto each side of your body, completely revealing everything. Obviously, since you just got out of the shower, there was nothing else underneath. Finnick observes every inch of your body before continuing to attack your chest with kisses.

It makes you smile. He’s so eager to make you feel good, and it makes you forget how you hated him moments before this. You feel his tongue trace the shape of your breasts, slowly making its way to your nipples. You’re quickly reminded just how bare you really are when Finnick licks a stripe up your nipple, his teeth catching on the bud. Your body tenses, and a chill runs down your spine. His hands move to your lower back, making you arch for him. You notice his smile at your helplessness.

You squeeze your legs together in a desperate attempt for any sort of relief. Your mouth drapes open as Finnick continues to tease you. Kissing everywhere, touching everywhere except the place you desire it most. Back to frustrating. You pull his head up by his hair to look him in the eyes. You’re pretty much begging with the look you’re giving, but Finnick still doesn’t think it’s enough.

He places another gentle kiss on your upper thigh, leaving his tongue to linger slightly longer. “Is there something you want, honey?” His voice was condescending yet so sweet to hear.

His words make you squirm, but the grip he has on your hips prevents you from going very far. You attempt to speak but all that escapes is a strangled moan you didn’t know was lurking in your throat. Finnick chuckles against your abdomen, causing your muscles to tense up. You realize quickly that he’s not going to resume his work until you give him an answer.

You roll your eyes at him to hide your embarrassment, like usual. He knows exactly what you want him to do. He knows exactly where you want to be touched. He just wants to hear you say it. “I wanna feel you, Finnick.”

Not good enough. He immediately refutes your statement.

“What do you want to feel, baby?” He places another kiss on your inner thigh. You can feel the throbbing sensation between your legs grow even more prominent when he calls you ‘baby.’ You can’t even form words; he just laughs at your struggling attempt.

“What about..” he begins. His fingers trail down the sides of your waist and stop at your hips. His calloused hands move forward to the front of your thighs, giving them a squeeze for good measure. “My tongue? You seem to be enjoying that so far.”

Fuck yes.

You throw your head back at the proposal. You would be laughing like a maniac if it weren’t for your inability to form words, which once again is not going too great for you. Finnick awaits an answer and the only thing coming out of your mouth is drool and moans.

Luckily, he starts to ease up on you. His hands find their way to your knees, spreading your legs apart as far as you’ll allow him. You feel so exposed in the best way possible. Finnick continues to leave sweet kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you on and on. You physically cannot take it anymore.

You grab Finnick by his hair, once again, and yank him forward. “If you don’t eat me out right now, you may never get the chance to. I would make your choice wisely and quickly.”

His eyes widen at your words, clearly surprised, but not unhappy. His sly smile creeps back onto his face as he licks a stripe between your folds. Your back immediately arches against his tongue. He takes the opportunity to grab the back of your thighs, allowing himself full control of your position.

You don’t resist whatsoever. As soon as his tongue is back inside you, tracing circles around your clit, everything fades away. He flicks his tongue over the same spot and a sharp moan echoes through the room. You come to the conclusion that it’s from you. Finnick chuckles softly. The cool air against your wet heat just makes you feel like you’re floating. And if he can’t tell how much you’re enjoying this by your body’s reaction, he can tell by the look on your face.

Finnick’s tongue continues to work its magic as your hands flail around for something to hold onto it. They end up grabbing onto the pillow and you’re surprised the whole train car can’t hear how loud you’re being. You swear no one else could make you feel this way. His tongue knows exactly where to go and what to do. You feel his hand move closer to your heat and it drives you crazy. His thumb moves slowly towards your clit, rubbing soft circles on it. Meanwhile, his tongue is prodding at your entrance. A loud moan escapes your lips as you attempt to focus on one thing at a time.

“Finn..” you whimper out. He pulls away from in between your legs, a mixture of juices dripping down his chin. He looks up at you, his chest heaving. He looks so good. Something about him looking so fucked out just manages to turn you on. “You look so fucking hot.”

A smile creeps up on his face at your words. He licks his lips and climbs up to meet your face. He places a soft kiss on your lips as a ‘thank you.’ You smile back and take the opportunity to give the obvious bulge in his pants a gentle squeeze. A groan leaves Finnick’s mouth and his hand makes its way back down to your pussy. He slips a finger in between your lips, flicking it over your clit again. Now you’re even.

You squeeze your legs together, making the pressure ten times more intense. You let out a soft whimper that seems to just push Finnick over the edge. He immediately pulls down his grey sweats, revealing his erection underneath a pair of black boxer briefs. You don’t even have to look twice to determine that’s gonna hurt.

You sit up and cross your legs to be face to face with him. You watch as he runs his fingers through his hair trying to determine what he wants to do next. His eyes flick back and forth between you and his dick before coming to a consensus.

“On your knees,” he smiles. You quickly scurry off the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You pull your hair into a tight ponytail and wetten your mouth, a smirk plastering your face. You allow him to pull down his boxers, his erection springing up towards his abdomen. The sight makes you ten times wetter.

You take Finnick’s cock into your hand, giving it a few strokes as beads of precum run down your hand. You can feel him throb in your hand and it makes you let out a small chuckle. He laughs too, not really understanding why.

You give the head a small kitten lick and watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure. You take the tip entirely into your mouth and Finnick lets out a loud groan. His hips begin to move slowly into your mouth. He makes sure not to go too fast or deep in case you can’t take it. You take at least two more inches to assure him you can.

You continue to bob your head up and down as his hips fuck the back of your throat. Whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you stroke eagerly with the hand that’s not grabbing onto Finnick’s thigh.

Tears well up in your eyes and drool drips down your mouth as he fucks deeper into it. His little groans and whimpers are all the encouragement you need. You just sit back and let him have his way with you, every now and then you hum, sending the most pleasurable vibrations through his body.

You can feel his climax near when his hips start to stutter and his movements become faster and more desperate. You move your hands to rest on his chest, rolling his nipples in between your fingers. This throws him completely over the edge, because quickly after, he’s cumming down your throat. You take him out of your mouth and swallow what’s left of his cum before standing up to give him a sweaty, teary, drooly, cummy kiss. His tongue explores your mouth tasting what remains of his cum and you can see a string of your saliva when the kiss is over.

Despite your incredible blowjob skills, he’s still eager to make you feel as amazing as he possibly can. He moves his hands down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze of encouragement. You giggle and fall back onto the bed. The satin sheets feel so good underneath your hot skin, and Finnick looks so inviting.

You close your eyes and suddenly he’s gone. You search around for a moment until realizing he’s gone to get condoms. Smart man. Not giving me a choice. When he comes back, he slips on the condom with ease and gives his hand a small squirt of lubricant.

“Don’t think I’ll need much,” he says smirking. “You’re already soaking wet for me. Yes?”

You feel yourself throb in between your legs at his words. He is seriously driving you insane. You watch as he coats his cock with the lubricant and gives himself a couple lazy strokes.

You can’t even think of a response, so instead you just pull him down to kiss you. After a few moments you break the kiss. “Finnick..”

“Don’t wear it out,” he speaks slowly. You just can’t take your eyes off of how big he is. “You’ll be screaming it in a minute.”

You smile at his cocky response. You feel him line-up with your entrance. One of your hands is resting on his bicep, the other is tracing circles on your clit. You let out a soft moan as you feel his tip slowly slipping into you. You don’t understand how he could be this slow. He wants this just as bad as you do, why is he being such a tease?

Instead of pushing deeper, Finnick decides to just use the tip for now. You’re squirming and writhing underneath him, desperate for something more. Every time you look at his face, he looks like he’s in heaven. Finally, he slowly slides more into you. You can feel every vein pulsating inside you. It makes you clench around him, which earns a very strong moan from Finnick’s mouth.

Your thoughts are being clouded with Finnick. Every touch he makes, every breath he breathes. Everything is Finnick. He’s murmuring something under his breath, but you have zero clue what. Probably something along the lines of ‘you’re so fucking hot,’ or ‘I’ve been waiting so long for this.’

You watch as beads of sweat drip off his forehead and onto your stomach. You realize very quickly why he wanted to take it slow. As soon as he tries to push completely into you, he bottoms out. You tense up, surprised by the feeling. Finnick looks at you and back down at his dick once again. By the look on his face, you can tell he is not all the way in.

“Fuck, Finnick. I didn’t realize you were that big!” You groan partially in frustration and partially in pleasure as he rolls his hips in a circular motion. He just smirks in response. Despite the little bump in the road, Finnick continues his shallow thrusts. He’s more careful now, he doesn't want to hurt you and now it’s become very easy to do so. You let out a loud whimper at his movements, angled to hit your g-spot with every little movement. Unfortunately for you, he’s still taking his sweet time.

He can sense your neediness. It’s driving him crazy. He starts to move slightly faster, but he’s still trying to savor the moment. Your back arches whenever he hits your sweet spot, which is pretty often. Your legs start to shake from using them to keep yourself up. Finnick notices and immediately pulls out and picks you up. This takes you by surprise and you flush a bright pink color.

“I wanna make sure you’re comfortable, how do you wanna lay?” His voice is soft and sweet. It’s crazy how fast his tone can switch between dominant and demanding to soft and caring.

You bite your lip and wrap your arms around his neck. “Can I ride you?”

That’s not the answer Finnick was expecting. He nods eagerly and flips the two of you around. Now he’s laying on the bed, and you're sitting on top of him. You line him up with your hole and sink down slowly onto him once again. Once he bottoms out, you start to move your hips in a circle. Finnick’s hands fly to your waist, guiding your movement. He watches as you ride him, tits bouncing directly in his face. He is surely the luckiest man alive.

His groans grow louder and more frequent, and your movements become faster and harder. His hands move to cup your ass, giving it a couple slaps as you bounce on his cock. You clench around him every time and it makes him so horny it hurts.

Finnick flips you over once more, wrapping your legs around his neck. His thrusts are much more powerful now. They’re aiming to hit your spot and it’s so good. His hands are fondling with your tits, pinching your nipples as his thrusts grow faster. His other hand is fixated on your clit, rubbing it just hard enough to make your back arch and leave scratch marks on Finnick’s biceps.

You can hear his breath faltering and his thrusts become sloppy. He’s whispering words to you, but you can’t quite comprehend exactly what he’s saying. Loud moans are leaving your mouth, but you can’t hear anything besides the slaps of your ass against Finnick’s hips, and his groans.

You feel his hand get faster, giving your clit just the right amount of attention it needs to feel your climax bubbling up in your lower stomach. You clench around him in response, and that’s what pushes him over the edge.

He pounds into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot over and over again until you can’t take it. Your moans have become broken cries as tears flow from your eyes. The only words you can form are ‘Finnick’ and ‘faster.’ It doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to reach its peak. Your body tightens completely, causing Finnick to release with you. He cums with a loud moan, even though your senses are still clouded from seeing stars, you can assume it was probably a drawn out ‘fuck.’

You pull him closer as his body collapses into yours. You give him another kiss before pulling the used condom off of him and tossing it into the trash bin. He gives you a weak smile as he breathes in your scent.

“You were amazing,” he mumbles against the crook of your neck. You pull the comforter over the two of you and close your eyes.

“You were perfect,” you respond smiling. He gives you another kiss on the cheek since he can’t stand not having his lips on you. The reality of your situation sets in very quickly. You’re about to be in the Hunger Games and you’ve just accidentally fucked your mentor. Accidentally may be a stretch.

You look over at Finnick, somehow putting your emotions aside. You give him a sad smile and place a soft kiss directly onto his lips. It confuses him, but he doesn’t question it. You’re clearly in a vulnerable state and he doesn’t want to pry too much.

You look into his eyes for far too long. The beautiful sea-green color that completely encapsulates the beauty of the ocean. You realize far too late how you really feel about Finnick Odair. The worst part is…

The clock just struck seven.

[feralwetcat]

I haven't been very sappy on main so *throws sad shit at you* (aka me thanking the fable community and cast again, cuz goddammit you guys are so neat and cool)

Fable smp was, and is probably one of my favorite things I've discovered, i clicked on one of heyhays vods one day on a whim and gods im so glad i did, the way Fable has shaped me as a person and helped me improve is honestly crazy, its how i got into doing art, how i improved, how i met most of my friends, its genuinely been an amazing journey.

For me as a person, my home has always been an odd environment, without getting into too much detail my family has lots of trauma circling around, my brother and dad especially, so the way Fable comforted me through bad days, or when my dad would burst out at me or my mum, its genuinely such a crazy thing that these little block guys have helped me through so fucking much, the way they've helped me discover who i am, to feel represented through so many characters, heck even just hyperfixating with others, its amazing

Its helped me become more confident in my own skin, able to accept my body and how fucked up it is, from the rep with disabilities to identities, seeing something like "hey i have that!" Or "i experience that!", even the small pieces, its so fuckin awesome to see such cool people that are honestly like me

To all the cast: thank you, if not for making Fable, but for representing people, for showing us how much of an outlet being creative can be, and everything in between, all of this is so crazy how cool and detailed it is, truly.

To the fandom: you all are so fuckin cool, the way i get so excited when you guys interact with my stuff, art, silly posts, or just jokes, it's just so cool to interact with y'all, I've made so many friends and i know I'll make more, especially with all the smps y'all promote, keep doin that, i love your stuff guys<3

(now for specifics that have made me feel seen ayo)

To Athena: thank you, genuinely, for making a space that i feel seen in, i feel welcome in, the rep with C!Athenas disability and still having a great time, having a fulfilling life, which I've been told so many times I can't have due to my disabilities, its so amazing, even if its sleepy stardew, lore, or anything in-between, your community and self is so inviting and comforting. Your voice has always been so comforting (like a chill pink mixed with a light coffee brown feel:]), and i genuinely can't thank you enough, if not for representing me, but for becoming a comfort streamer for me

To Ghosty: Caspian as a character was so cool to see, his story was like a good book really, one you could pull up and watch with some tea or hot coco and a blanket, one that was so interesting, I've experienced some of the issues he worked through and it felt so amazing to see, especially a trans character whos entire personality wasn't that he was trans, or a character who struggled with grief but was still happy and able to be *alright* sometimes, thank you.

To Sherb: the way you did lore, and continue to do lore, always excited me, got me feeling genuine emotions, which I've always struggled with, it made me get into storytelling, something I've always enjoyed, it made me get into telling my own stories, its been so enjoyable, and will continue to be ! Icarus as a character made me feel seen in the way that you can care for someone, trust them fully, but they can still be a good person, but the way they treat you makes you believe they're a good person, and thats really important to me. Thank you Sherbert

To Connor: gods your writing is so cool, your fics motivated me to start writing again, and Ulysses as a character as well is such an interesting character, his writing is so neat and his story again made me feel so seen in many ways, and your writing is so good

Finally, To Beck: Arisanna was and continues to be a character i resonate with, always working for someone, never for yourself, feeling alone at times even with many people, having to or feeling like you have to provide for your friends and family, i grew up feeling like i had to protect my older brother, make sure he was alright, and Ari made me feel seen in that way, thanks for that, really

Thank you everyone, for supporting me, through my art, pickup lines, or just dumb jokes

Signed, FeralWetCat (Kai)

[prismatica-the-strange]

What my ships did this Christmas!

Loveday got Daryl a nice winter coat and hat this year since he always wears like eight layers and still complains he's cold.

And he had a friend make her a Cloak out of the pelt of a bear they got earlier in the year.

They spent most of the day with Jude and RJ, before meeting up witb the rest of the group for dinner.

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Athos and Amélia agreed not to exchange gifts this year and to just get things for Celine, but he had a new dress made for her anyway.

She felt bad not having anything for him, but he adamantly assured her she didn't need to, and that he's perfectly happy with simply being able to spend the day with his two loves.

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Hector, Adeline, and Rowan spent Christmas on an Alaskan cruise. They spent the day together, cuddled up in their hoodies out in the cold air on deck, drinking hot chocolate.

They watch Polar Express in their room later that night and all fall asleep curled up together.

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Peter and Stelle spent Christmas morning with May and the three of them went to Stelle's mother's for dinner.

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Peter gave Stelle a silver pill case for her meds and some new stickers for her headphones, and she got him a custom strap for his camera and a dark teal beanie.

They cuddled on the couch and watched both Gremlins movies before bed.

Caspian and Retta spent the morning together, exchanging gifts before they were pulled away help get ready for the Christmas ball.

He gave her a beautiful silver and crystal necklace to wear with her gown and she gave him a heavy set of gloves and a new pair of hunting boots.

They spent the night hosting the Christmas ball and banquet, greeting guests, and dancing.

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Is the f/o you're looking for not here? Drop them in my ask box and I can tell you what they did!

[arcanusarchieves-if]

Helping us with our condition…protecting us from Solaine…is Alistair on the table 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺??????

Anon I have a piece of horrible news for you…well two pieces actually…

“Aw MC! Alas despite our limitless love for one another and fantastic chemistry, it was just not to be. My heart lies with another - my dear wife Helena. Luckily my wonderful baby brother Caspian is still on the table so if you could get to working on that…”

“Alistair has a point. The sooner you and Caspian are wed, the sooner you can have hot in-law sex with my husband. That type of video will make a killing in the porno world, you know?”

“Wha- Helena!”

Oracle Translation: Alistair loves you very much as a friend but he is happily married (and as of the main story he’s erm…dead) but luckily his wife is very supportive of your relationship.

[kudzuoath]

Wretched Things

Nothing lives in the shadow cursed lands. Even the trees are undead. This is a problem when you need to drink blood to survive.  Thankfully, Caspian is a giving sort.

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Try as he might, Astarion’s focus kept sliding away from his book. The wretched burning in his throat, the sandpaper feel of his tongue, the emptiness of his stomach. All served to sever what little attention he had. 

He grit his teeth and stared holes into the page of diagrams. One of several books regarding undead that they’d recovered since finding Moonrise. Caspian seemed to be collecting the things for him. 

The gesture flayed him. 

“Horrid, pink thing,” he grumbled under his breath. “Wretchedly pastel tiefling.”

Maybe he’d be flattered if she didn’t also help just about everyone they came across. Oh she never made any promises – but nevertheless they always ended up in a bloody hag’s lair, or fetching a bard from a cage. 

Actually… 

Astarion’s gaze drifted over to Volo, who was scribbling away, not a care in the world. Surely no one would mind if he indulged in a little snack...

If nothing else with Volo as a victim, he could talk the rest of the party around when they found his corpse. 

Though it wouldn’t be that hard to hide the body. All he had to do was toss it into the lake. With the shadow curse no one would even question it. They all knew the little idiot had the self preservation of a gnat. 

His mouth was watering over Volo. Terrible. 

“Astarion?”

His gaze slid over to the wretchedly pastel tiefling herself. She’d apparently found somewhere to bathe – probably at the inn – because her hair was pale lavender again, rather than the sort of muddy brownish black it had turned from all the blood. 

Not, mind you, living blood. Of course not. The black, congealed jelly-like substance of the dead held by the shadow curse. 

“Well don’t you look a treat this evening,” he said. “Unfortunately I’m rather busy at the moment –”

She ignored his attempt to brush her off. 

“There aren’t any animals here.”

“Really?” he said, looking around in feigned shock. “I hardly noticed. Perhaps next you might tell me what color the sky is?”

Again she ignored his goading. Though those black and indigo eyes narrowed. A laser focus. “And the only people we’ve fought in days are dead already.”

“Your skills of observation are truly something to behold,” he said, fighting not to bristle. What, was she going to start making threats? He was still going to eat Volo. 

“When was the last time you fed?”

“Why?” he asked, lowering his voice into a pur that usually made her blush. “Thinking of inviting me to dine with you?” 

Caspian put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. He was too aware of the bared expanse of her throat. The way her pulse jumped. 

“Yes.”

For a split second he was confused. Why? What did she get out of it? Then he realized he didn’t care. He would take what she gave him. And then take still more. 

“You have such a generous soul,” he said, slipping closer so he could coil a lock of her hair around one of his fingers. This time she blushed. Far more appealing than Volo, really. He still remembered the hot, honeyed taste of her blood sliding down his throat all those nights ago. Did all tieflings burn like that? “I’ll see you tonight, my sweet.”

Even redder, Caspian shook her head. 

“It’s been at least a week, hasn’t it? Just – drink, Astarion.”

“How kind of you to notice…”

He was hardly going to turn her down. The thirst strangled him. He’d been much, much worse off over the centuries. But after so many weeks of being truly sated, starvation sawed at him like a stranger rather than the old friend it was. 

“--  for not thinking of it sooner,” she said. Had she still been talking?

Astarion slid his hand into her hair and tilted her head. Caspian allowed it, still practically glowing from the amount of blood in her face.

Cute. You would think she’d fluster less after the times they’d slept together. 

“Sit, dear,” he said. “I would hate for you to fall.”

Caspian did so. And the moment she was settled he leaned in close, and bit her. 

Her gasp was drowned out by the sudden rush of relief that poured into him. Blood touched his tongue, slid down his throat, and it was like waking. Hot, spiced, honeyed – and none of those things. Her blood – like the last time – burned all the way down. But pleasantly. Like expensive alcohol. 

Astarion tightened his grip in her hair, and drank deeply. Drowning that starving feeling. Luxuriating in the sensation of satiation. The creeping numbness in his fingers faded. The weakened woozy feeling in the center of his chest shriveled. 

“Astarion…”

More. He needed more. 

“If you don’t… stop… you’re going to have… a very awkward conversation… with Shadowheart.”

Caspian’s hand, on the back of his head. Fingers twining through his hair. 

Her heart beat stuttered. 

With a gasp of his own he forced himself to let go, to draw back. Though not too far this time because as soon as he stopped drinking, Caspian half collapsed against him. She was breathing hard, as if she’d been running for hours.

There was an ashen quality to her skin, her lips were pale and her eyes heavy lidded. 

“Shit,” he swore. 

“Shouldn’t have… left it so long,” she mumbled, head nodding forward. A long sigh. Then, she started to hum. 

From anyone else he would assume this was related to the blood loss. But Caspian drew magic from music. Sometimes from rhymes. Too still, he held her up as she hummed and coaxed the weave around them. He felt the spell gathering around her – and then felt it take. 

She sat up, looking marginally better. There was some color in her lips, at least. 

“Well,” he said. Awkwardness clawed at him. Though not as hard as it might have. For the first time in days he felt himself. “No need to talk to our resident Sharran.”

Caspian laughed. “I think she’d be more annoyed at me than you. Feel better?”

He did. 

“I’m positively brimming with energy, darling.”

“And you’re in a much better mood,” she pointed out. There was a flash of fang in her smile. Maybe he had been rather… prickly of late. But no one was happy here anyway, so it shouldn’t have been all that noticeable. 

He sniffed. “I miss the sun. This whole cursed place smells like a tomb. And –”

“You were hungry,” she said. Her smile faded, replaced by a knit brow as she looked up at him. He realized he was still supporting most of her weight and – when had he put his arm around her? The warmth and presence of her body was… nice. 

“Did you drink enough?” 

“I nearly drain you and you ask if i’ve drank enough, Cas?” An eyebrow lifted. “I did hope you had better self preservation instincts. Not too much better, of course…”

“I doubt the others are going to invite you to dinner,” she deadpanned. “Our options out here are bloody limited. And I don’t know how much longer it's going to take to get to Ketheric. You need to eat and…” she sighed. “And I don’t think I can give like this every night. I’ll get someone killed out there if I’m too weak to swing a sword or too slow to react with a spell.”

A terrible sticky warmth was building in his chest. It was foreign and insidiously… pleasant.

She was concerned. About him.

His eyes drifted to where one of her hands was gripping the front of his shirt. Caspian would have been so easy to lure to Cazador. The sympathetic always were. And she was nothing if not that. He could have stumbled into her on the streets, playing at a more mortal starvation. 

Help me, he imagined saying. And she would. All the way to Cazador’s teeth. 

Idiot. 

“Should we dine again tomorrow, I won't need as much.” All she had to give, and more. It was his for the taking.

Caspian’s head dropped against his chest and she let out a longer sigh. Relief? Perhaps? 

“Okay. Okay. This is doable.” 

He waited for her hands to drift lower, or her lips to touch his skin. He was resigned to it. It was the most natural sort of payment in the world. And he knew she enjoyed his touch.

But instead Caspian sat up and yawned. “Right. I need to sleep. And probably eat something. In the reverse order.”

“What, no desert?” he whined.

“Ha! If by desert you mean sex, I’d fall asleep before you got your shirt off. I’m afraid I can’t feed both hungers tonight.”

“Pity,” he said, stretching. The way her eyes tracked his movements softened the blow of rejection. “I’m certainly feeling invigorated.”

“Alas,” she deadpanned. There was a spark in her eye and a slight curl to her lips. “You'll just have to invite you hands into bed tonight instead.”

Caspian stood, sketched a theatrical little curtsy, and sauntered off toward the campfire. Almost immediately she fell on the bowl of stew Gale handed her like a ravening wolf. The wizard laughed at her and said something that earned him a smack with her tail. Shadowheart made a dry comment about the puncture wounds on her neck. Caspian fired back, but made no move to hide them. 

And Astation watched her with a faint smile. 

“Wretched thing.”

[destielomegaversebigbang]

Astra Inclinant, Sed Non Obligant

Posting 16th October 2023!

Fic by Spreadyourwings Art by adromelke

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Dean just wants to be happy, something which seems so simple in theory, but so painfully out of reach in reality. The secrets he carried weighed on him constantly, and it's hard to feel loved when he never even feels seen.

After a beautiful omega saves him from an alpha who believes having an alpha voice makes him king, Dean's inner omega is left swooning. The college is so big though, and he has no idea who the other omega is, so he assumes that is going to just be the end of that and he'll never get another chance to talk to the omega, who for a moment made him feel so safe.

A little bit of friendly meddling, and a thank you dinner turned date later, and Dean is starting to think his inner omega might be onto something with the swooning.

In a land where Omegas who love other omegas are seen as wrong and taboo, some things, and some people, are worth risking everything he knows for.

Tags: Omega Dean/Omega Cas, Dom Cas/Sub Dean, Dean in panties, shibari, Attempted Rape/non-con, Protective Cas, Nesting, Cuddly Destiel, First Kiss, Family Issues, Taboo Relationships, Nightmares, Hurt Dean Winchester, Switching, First Date, Getting together, Secret Relationships, Awkward Family Dinners, Coming out, supportive friends, Messed up society, College AU, Thanksgiving, Dean's Birthday, Stargazing, Dating, Anti-True Mates, Fuck Fate, Alpha voice, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Domestic Destiel, baking, Dean and Cas in love.

Excerpt: Below the readmore

"Oh, hello again," a familiar voice said, the silky gravel sending a shiver of pleasure down Dean's spine.

"Hey," he said, somewhat breathlessly, once again face to face with the omega who had saved him. He was frozen in place, his thoughts spinning uselessly. His inner omega was swooning, like an omega in a fairy tale seeing their knight in shining armor, while the logical part of Dean was trying to decide if he was thankful about getting a chance to see the other omega again, or pissed about Charlie meddling.

"I'm glad to see you're okay," the other omega—what had Charlie called him? Casper? It was definitely Cas- something. Caspian?—said with a smile that was fond and kind and enough to send butterflies spiraling through Dean's stomach. This was insane. He'd barely had one conversation with the guy, he should not be being this pathetic around him, even if he was the most beautiful guy Dean had ever seen, with a scent that Dean wanted to drown in to boot.

"Yeah, I'm glad about that too. And that you're okay too. I was a bit worried. Though clearly you can look after yourself." He paused awkwardly, trying to remember where that sentence had been supposed to go. "I can look after myself too, normally. When biology isn't fucking me over." He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping that if he laughed a little bit no one would think he was going insane. "What I'm trying to say is thank you. You didn't need to put yourself in danger for me, but you really saved my bacon."

He always got tongue tied around hot omegas. He was just lucky enough that no one had picked up on it yet.

[ch4rlotte35]

An Unlikely Alliance

Prince Caspian x oc (Lillian Monroe)

Slight Peter Pevensie x oc

Words: 2.1k

Chapter 4

Series masterlist

A sharp shooting pain in the side of his head is what awakes the prince from his involuntary slumber, well that and the two voices that he is sure he doesn’t recognise coming from the next room in the place which he is very certain that he doesn’t belong in. The pain hits once again whilst he tries to sit up and he places his hand over his head feeling a bit of fabric which he discovers to be a bandage wrapped securely around where he was previously whacked. After his eyes adjust to the new light and surroundings he carefully removes the bandage and places it on the tiny bed. The sound of voices gets louder, as if the people are arguing and aren’t aware that the prince has woken up.

“This bread is so stale” the first complains.

“I’ll just get him some soup then, he should be coming around soon” the other compromises.

“I don’t think I hit him hard enough.”

“Nikabrik, he’s just a boy!”

“He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy! You said you were going to get rid of him”

Caspian slowly makes his way towards the opening to the other room pressing his back against the door, listening into the conversation.

“No, I said I'd take care of him. We can’t kill him now, I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest.”

“How’d you think his friends are treating their guest?”

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing. It’s not the boy’s fault.”

The prince decides that he’s heard enough and makes a run for the front door, worried that the dwarf may be able to convince the badger to side with him and not the other way around. He knocks into the badger making him let out a shout as he drops the soup he had prepared for the boy and whilst doing so the dwarf manages to grab a sword and block the exit, making the prince grab the nearest thing he can use as a weapon which happens to be a fire poker. 

“Stop! Stop!” the badger shouts, trying to get the two to stop their fight. “Hold it. No! No!”

“I told you we should have killed him when we had the chance,” Nikabrik exclaims.

“You know why we can't,” the badger urges.

“If we’re taking a vote, I'm with him,” Caspian tries to reason.

“We can’t let him go. He’s seen us.” the Dwarf shouts, swinging his sword successfully knocking the Prince to the ground.

“Enough Nikabrik! Or do I have to sit on your head again?”

The Prince looks between the two Narnias, highly confused and probably still slightly concussed before the badger turns to him bending down to retrieve the discarded bowl.

“And you. Look what you made me do. I spent half the morning on that soup.”

“What are you?” Caspian asks, watching the badger make his way towards the kitchen.

“You know, it’s funny that you would ask that. You think more people would know a badger when they saw one.”

“No. No I mean… you’re Narnians. You’re supposed to be extinct.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.” Nikabrik snarks, turning back towards the table to sit down whilst the badger comes back with a bowl of soup that he places down on the table.

“Here you go, still hot” he offers.

“Since when did we open a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers?”

“I’m not a soldier,” the prince explains, standing up with the fire poker still in hand, “I am Prince Caspian. The tenth.”

The dwarf looks at the badger in slight shock before asking “what are you doing here?”

“Running away,” he explains walking back over to the fire to put the poker back. “My uncle has always wanted my throne. I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have any heir of his own.”

The two Narnia's sit in silence for a moment taking in the information before the badger lets out a soft sigh.

“That changes things”

“Yeah, means we don’t have to kill you ourselves” the dwarf adds on leaning back in his seat.

“You’re right” the prince admits before looking around and is suddenly hit with the realisation that he hasn’t seen Lillian. “Where’s my friend? Is she hurt?”

“She’s with our friend, the people who were after you took them both” Nikabrik replies bitterly.

Caspian suddenly moves very quickly towards where he can see his armour resting, annoyed with himself that he didn’t notice the lack of her presence sooner, he quickly shrugs on his armour and the badger gets up to follow him.

“Where are you going?” he asks urgently.

“My uncle won't stop until I'm dead. My friend she could be in trouble or worse…” he trails off, not even wanting to finish that particular thought.

“But… you can’t leave,” the badger tries to reason, picking up Queen Susan's horn, “you’re meant to save us. Don’t you know what this is?” he asked, lifting the horn up so everyone could see it. Caspian stares at the horn for a long moment before he shakes his head and turns towards the door opening it and ducking slightly.

“I really am sorry, but I have to find my friend. She’s saved my life in more ways than one, I owe her mine.”

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The boat is dead silent as they make their way through the river in the ravine, the only sound being the occasional splashing of water whenever Peter moves the oars. Trumpkin is sat at the front of the boat, the two sisters sat on the bench in front of him, in the middle is Peter who has taken the job of rowing the boat and in front of him is Lilian who is sat with her back against the wood of the bench that Edmund is occupying using the space to take control of the direction of the boat. To be honest they could all really do with a bit more space. Lillian is currently tracing the lines of the wood of the boat and Peter is not so subtly looking at her with interest, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by his younger brother who stifles a little smirk.

“They’re so still” Lucy whispers, causing the attention of the five others to be placed on the youngest of the group.

“They’re trees. What’d you expect?”

“They used to dance.” the just Queen explains with a small pout on her lips and Lillian can’t help but feel sympathetic. Afterall she can’t imagine coming back to a world 15 years younger than the last time she was there after over a thousand years had passed.

“Wasn’t long after you left that the Telmarines invaded.” the dwarf explains, glancing at Lillian for a brief moment. “Those who survived retreated to the woods and the trees, they retreated so deep into themselves they haven’t been heard from since.”

“I don’t understand,” the young girl starts, not believing how such a terrible thing could have happened, “how could Aslan have let this happen?”

“Aslan?” he scoffs, “thought he abandoned us when you lot did.” The comment causes all four of the Pevensies to stop what they were doing to look at the dwarf for a moment before Peter continues rowing the boat.

“We didn’t mean to leave, you know.” the high King defends, looking at the dwarf one last time.

“Makes no difference now, does it?”

“Get us to the Narnians… and it will” he promises, putting an end to the conversation.

Lilian sits up in the boat, directing her attention to the dwarf before voicing her thoughts, “you know it’s a shame that they discovered you when they were chasing us, we could have used the fact that everyone thought you were all extinct to our advantage.”

“Too late now, hopefully your boy blowing that horn gathered the attention of the rest of us, they may be coming up with a plan, that or they kill him for being a Telmarine.” Lily’s heart drops to her stomach at the suggestion that her friend could be dead, an immense feeling of dread sinking in, the two hadn’t been apart for this long before and she can only hope that he is also doing ok and isn’t on his own.

The boat journey continues for another twenty minutes before the group of six arrive at shore. Trumpkin jumps out of the boat first making his way far enough to be able to place the anchor in a secure place, the rest of the group excluding the youngest of the siblings pull the rope dragging the boat onto the land and once they are satisfied they go to retrieve their belongings but are interrupted by the small voice belonging to the just Queen.

“Hello there” she says to the bear, believing it to be friendly. “It’s alright. We’re friends.”

“What is she doing?” Lillian asks the eldest brother, fear and confusion laced in her tone. 

“Don’t move your Majesty.” Trumpkin shouts and the bear begins to charge for the girl, making everyone quickly try to grab their weapons as Lucy starts to run back towards them.

“Stay away from her” Susan shouts, placing an arrow in her bow and aiming it at the bear hesitant to actually fire as the bear keeps chasing the young girl who trips over her dress and falls to the floor. During this time both Lillian and Trumpkin grab their bows, the latter being quicker to load his weapon.

“Shoot! Susan shoot!” Edmund screams, running towards his youngest sister with his sword drawn and his brother not far behind him. The bear jumps up and is about to attack the girl when an arrow flies past her and hits the bear square in the chest knocking him down. The three turn to look at where the arrow came from but instead of it coming from Susan like they suspected it would, it turns out it came from the dwarf who managed to fire his arrow a second earlier than Lillian who slowly points her bow to the ground, staring at the now dead bear.

“Why wouldn’t he stop?” the eldest daughter asks, upset and confused as to why the bear was so aggressive.

“I suspect he was hungry” the dwarf offers, walking past the siblings and towards the bear drawing a small sword. The others quickly follow the dwarf running to the youngest to see if she is alright. Peter reaches her first, picking her up from the ground and pressing her tightly into his side, pointing his blade at the bear in case it isn’t actually dead.

“Thanks” the youngest whispers, directing her attention to Trumpkin.

“He was wild?” Edmund observes, looking at the two who are from this world for guidance.

“I don’t think he could talk at all,” Peter states, rubbing circles on Lucy's shoulder in an attempt to comfort the girl.

“Get treated like a dumb animal long enough, that’s what you become.” The dwarf explains gravely, lifting up the sword, “you may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember.” He remarks, stabbing the bear with the sword causing Lucy to quickly bury her head in her brother's chest, letting out a quiet sob.

Lillain turns her attention to Susan who is stood next to the girl dead silent with a look of dread spread across her face which is unusually pale

“Hey, are you ok?” she asks quietly, trying not to capture the attention of the others. “She’s ok, are you?” Susan opens her mouth in an attempt to respond but the words fail to pass her lips so she just shakes her head and Lily quickly wraps an arm around the younger girl's shoulder.

“I hesitated.” she whispers, “ I hesitated and it almost cost her life.”

“Hey.” Lillian sternly says,”hey, look at me. I wouldn’t have let that happen, ok? None of us would have. There were five of us, Trumpkin just got there first.” A small tear falls and Lily quickly wipes it away and opens her arms to hug the girl, “come here, it’s ok, don’t cry she’s ok, everyone is ok.” However, the girl can’t help but be worried about a certain dark-haired prince and she isn’t too sure who she is trying to convince.

[marveloustimestwo]

Hi sweetheart! Do you like The Chronicles of Narnia? If yes, would you write for the characters or at least for the Pevensie's + Caspian?

I love your work, and about your last post take the time you need to write 😊

It's been a hot minute since I've watched these movies, but I am fond of them. Upon rewatching them, I can definitely write for them! Given the choice, I had to write for my boy Caspian first.

Warnings: Yandere themes, one implication of murder

First and foremost, I believe Caspian would be mainly obsessive and protective, but can occasionally be delusional.

He wouldn't be one to grow obsessed instantly, instead falling over the course of a couple of months or so.

When he does, he'd be pretty tame overall. Caspian grew up as a proper prince. He was taught to be chivalrous and noble, so how he would approach his darling is quite similar.

He'd go about courting you in quite an old-fashioned way, as that's the world they live in. He'll ask you to go on walks with him, brings you flowers, and give you other gifts as a token of his affection.

With you, Caspian's rather soft. He wants you to feel safe and comfortable with him, and he'll pour every ounce of charm he has into making that happen.

Oftentimes, Reepicheep will intrude on Caspian's time with you, trying to hype Caspian up. After a minute or two, Caspian would have to shoo him away once he became too much to deal with.

But still, the talking mouse is Caspian's wingman, successfully making the prince look better in unusual ways.

Considering how soft he is around you, it wouldn't be too hard for him to win over his darling. Nine times out of ten, you wouldn't have any idea about how obsessive and protective he is.

Occasionally, you will see his protectiveness come out. Such as when he assigns you a few more guards than necessary, or when he gets a bit jealous of some overconfident Lord.

And there is absolutely no chance you're ever allowed near a battle. It doesn't matter if you're good with a weapon or are a field medic, the most you'll do is help strategize before staying far away and safe.

As for everyone else, anyone with eyes can see how absolutely adoring he is of you. Some unfortunate souls who tried to hurt you or win your heart will see how truly obsessed Caspian is, but you'll never hear about that.

If asked, all Caspian will say on the matter is that he was simply protecting you. He'll always have your best intentions at heart, it's just that he has the guts to ensure they happen at any cost.

As long as he can help it, all you'll know Caspian as is your dear friend and later lover.

[leavingautumn13]

hot chocolate!

[wip ask game]

"autumn, are you still on your bullshit about may and maxie being friends?" have been since i was 10 and i've showed no sign of stopping. thanks for asking!

this is a later chapter of my pokemon emerald fic eye of the storm. hot chocolate is a placeholder title--no idea what the actual thing is going to be called yet.

the central scene of the chapter is a conversation between may and maxie about the events surrounding team rocket's actions in johto and ethan's partnership with lugia. ethan's influence on may is something that also gets brought up in my omega ruby oneshot, sunlight:

It had been all over the news, about a year before her family had moved to Hoenn: Lugia had appeared in the Whirl Islands, just off the coast near Olivine, to partner with that boy from New Bark who bested Team Rocket for what was hopefully the final time. May had compared herself to that boy a lot over the course of the last two years...

may's from johto, and lived in goldenrod and then olivine during the height of team rocket's activity in the region, so naturally when she gets involved with the main plot of eots she thinks she's dealing with a similar situation. that initial assumption is what starts in earnest her internal comparisons between herself and ethan.

maxie, for his part, is more than a little offended at being compared to team rocket.

Maxie rolled his eyes. “Typical Kantan bullshit,” he said. “Steamrolling everyone and everything in the pursuit of profit. You’re Johtoni, right?” May hesitated and he shook his head. “That’s rhetorical. It’s not every day the League flies someone in to take over a gym.” She tensed. Was their move really that high profile? He must’ve noticed her sudden discomfort, because when he continued, his voice was softer. “You may not get it, but you could. Look. I’m sorry you went through that. I really am. But this isn’t Johto, and we’re not Team Rocket. If you’re in danger here, it’s not from us.” He tapped one finger on the table. “And, as loathe as I am to say anything charitable about Archer Caspian, you don’t have to worry about him, either.” He smiled thinly. “But you didn’t hear that from me.” She stared at him. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because it’s important,” he shot back. “I’m not interested in being misunderstood.”

[beperoncin]

cherry - sex averse ace greyromantic omniromantic

lollipop - I DONT USE MAKEUP

daydreams - my kinsona

october - december

caress - fuck yeah. platonic cuddlin atw baby

ivory - its completely random one day i sleep with only underwear one day i just wear a shirt with the underwear and some days i just wear my favorite outfit

golden - i like sniffing permanent markers

freckles - blue jacket of some sort

twilight - hi rockin

silk - ig i do im not a stan or anything i just find them neat

poppy - pastel yellow

dimples - WRINLKLES RAAAAHHHH

sunkissed - autumn. fuck spring all my homies hate spring

buttery - SOFT PRETZELS AND YOGURT DRINKS

whisper - trust me its getting better /half lie

pencil - yeah. ig i use my notes app as a journal

cupcake - i guess i would say yes. bro thinks he's large fry

honey - "silly" idk ive never been in a relationship in 10 years

clouds - i was in a school and i had a food fight with my friends (im actually friends with those basic white girls for some reason. also one very specific one out of them i may love you /r) and somehow we didnt get in trouble then when lunch ended i went into the big probably not gendered locker room to hide from a dude that was bothering me at the time but i got lost and went into the principals office and saw peperoncino cookie and kinda tried to hide that fact that i was gonna go insane because i saw The Blorbo but i talked to one of my frienda after to calm down

velvet - a black boy in preschool i dont wanna tell anyone the name of

paper - i like reading graphic novels and comics targeted towards children

peaches - most i do is use acne removal soap but thats once in a blue moon (my lazy ass:)

mochi - i dont watch ghibli movies so i dont have a true opiniom

backyard - many and i still do today (hi leland hi gunner hi basically the main omori cast hi caspian hi ocs from my mutuals blog that dont have their names or anything other than their designs revealed)

strawberry - CHERRIES!!!!!!!

kiss - Oh God /hneg

nightlight - i should get to that

shampoo - gasoline sharpie markers i think i might lose all my braincells by age 40 /silly

skin - i dont even know

aphrodite - hhuh

cuddles - not anymore

lace - ive never worn any of the dresses in my closer 🔥🔥🔥

sheets - cinnamoroll‼️‼️‼️

cream - mixed berry i guess i dont eat frozen yogurt

watermelon - certain games have but so far no films

sapphos - guh????????

plush - like seven idk????????

roses - idk uh Bloomsday welcomes you! Come closer and be blown away!

sweetheart (ohohoho) - some random christmas mug because it holds more hot choccy :]

sunset - he/him, they/them, shake/shakeself (i have a set of neopronouns based off of my #1 special interest and rn its based off of wario land shake it)

soft asks:

cherry - what is your sexuality?

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

october - what month were you born in?

caress - do you like to snuggle?

ivory - describe your pajamas?

golden - favorite stationary product?

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

twilight - best friend?

silk - do you like k-pop?

poppy - favorite pastel color?

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

buttery - favorite snack?

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

pencil - do you own a journal?

cupcake - are you a good cook?

honey - favorite term of endearment?

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

velvet - who was your first crush?

paper - favorite children’s book?

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

strawberry - favorite fruit?

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

nightlight - do you read before bed?

shampoo - favorite scent?

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

cuddles - do you have any pets?

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

sapphos - favorite poet?

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

sunset - what are your pronouns?

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

This Little Life Of Mine Chapter One:

Words: 1779

TW: Some violence, some swearing

“Coming in hot on your left.”my dad, Sam calls over the radio into the headset that sits in my ears.

“Had no clue, Pops.”I retort as I slam the gas pedal at my feet, making my motorcycle lerch backwards as the number on the dashboard climbs quickly from a steady 28mph to nearly 90.

“No need for sass today, kid.”Steve reminds me gently.

“Sorry. Didn't realize you were the one-”a gust of wind passes me as the car Sam warned me about speeds past, bringing my remark to an early stop.

It takes one hell of a hail Mary maneuver to dodge the car on my motorcycle. I barely manage to pull into a side street as my heart pounds in my throat and my hearing reduces to a loud screeching ring.

How the hell does this always happen? I wanted to go see some friends of mine in Queens but as always, I got caught up in some high speed chase.

The bike makes a loud metal clang on the concrete as I get off of it and catch my breath. I didn't exactly intend to let go of it so carelessly but my hands had begun to shake from the adrenaline rush of nearly being pancaked between two trucks.

“Looks like they've passed you by for now, AJ. But it won't be long before they're itching for a round two.”Bucky says over the radio, the sound of my dad's voice bringing me back to the moment.

“What do they want from me this time? Blood, some sacrifice? Liquor? Money?”I reply, annoyed and still breathless as I pick my bike up and prop it up on the kickstand.

“Always to weaponize you. You know that.”

“Lucky me then.”I groan.

If it were to ever cross your mind that a life like this is fun, I implore you to think twice about it. It isn't fun to be the child of six of the most sought after men in the world.

HYDRA on my ass twenty four seven is the least of the violent shit unfortunately. I also have Jedi who follow me around and get a tad bloodthirsty when I'm near them. Comes with the title of being a Mandalorian. They believe you exist to get revenge on them for their travesties against my people. Being the son of the Green Arrow seems to bring more gold diggers than problems. At least Oliver can hide his identity a little better.

It's the Avenger part of my blood that seems to be the exact middle ground. Bringing nerve-wracking bike chases and lots of trouble you never expected to see.

Hello, my name is Sirius Caspian Andrew James. Or AJ. This is my wild ride. As you may have noticed, I said the six most sought after people. I have ten parents total. So you may be thinking “What gives?”

To tell you how I ended up in this shit show, you’ll need to open your mind to one thing:

Reality.

Is.

A.

Fucking.

Concept.

My life is no picture of perfection. It's one great big joke of a broke down mess.

My biological parents are Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. You may be thinking “Well that isn't possible. They're both men.”

I repeat. Reality isn't real.

Tony was born a female and raised as a male because my grandfather was a bit of a power hungry lunatic. Steve always knew that having worked rather closely with Grandpa Stark. So Steve and Bucky protected Tony when it mattered the most and eleven months later, they had their worst nightmare.

Me.

When I was three, Steve and Tony married Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, as well as each other of course. They're my favourite little polycule. I had a good life until I was 8. That's when all hell began to break loose.

Quite literally.

September 12th, 1998, just under a month after my 8th birthday. The world is crashing. It always was. But to conspiracy theorists, this was worse.

Which brings us to parent number five. Lucifer Morningstar. Satan, Lucifer, Lightbringer, The Fallen Angel. The Devil.

Really, Luci is a trip. He owns this strip club in LA called the Luxx. He accidentally let me into the building that September 12th while my family was on a vacation to California.

He freaked out of course. “Oh my god how could I even be a fad- Who’s is it??? Who didn't tell me??” Kind of freak out.

Turns out he had some sort of deal with my dad Tony that if he could keep me safe for a month, Tony would finally consider and offer that Lucifer made him before I was born.

To all of LA I was the Devil’s son for 2 years.

My little sibling Bugs has always called me “Dick Bait” because of that stupid deal.

Long story short about that little deal. Lucifer wanted a date, Tony said no because he was pregnant with me and knew that Lucifer would probably be an awful influence. But I suppose it worked out. Lucifer turned out to be a great dad. They had Bugs when I was ten and Lucifer was over the moon.

Finally after four years of being in LA so Bugs could remember where they came from and Lucifer had time to wrap a few things up, it was suddenly 2002.

Back to New York we went. I'm 14 years old just starting high school with my two childhood best friends Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker.

Life was good. Before I fucked it up again.

I got bored at the Avenger's tower while my parents were in a meeting and fucked around with one of Tony’s gadgets. Some sort of transportation device that took people to other dimensions that the TVA uses today.

Enter Oliver Queen. The hellish, brooding, grumpy, Tony Stark doppelganger who wanted revenge for his father's death and wanted me to help. What a pain in the ass, right?

I was with him for ten years, posing as his only son before Tony came and got me. Oliver fucking Queen made me into a celebrity. And of course, a menace. Everyone was enamoured with me by the time I was 21 years old. I was an actor and a vigilante alongside my dad Oliver. Under the alias Silver Sage, I did more crime than saving. But Tony stopped at nothing to bring me back home. Turned back time, even, but forgot to wipe my memory when he did.

Being 24 and famous to being 14 and a highschool nobody would give anyone whiplash.

Most of my other parents seemed to show up with no warning or even any huge event. Jack Sparrow was a washed up pirate that showed up at my aunt Sarah’s doorstep which my parents took in and rehabilitated. John Price was an ex-marine who raised me for 3 years to be a soldier before he was drafted again after I had become an avenger, May Parker was my best friend Peter's aunt who took me in after declaring that I needed some female influence in my life.

The last three are far more recent. Last 4 years or so.

My last parent is the most recent, however. Din Djarrin. The infamous Mandalorian. Child of the Watch, fugitive of the Bounty Hunter’s guild, Saviour Of My Ass.

He was certainly a special case. He rescued the child I had sworn to protect after I jumped universes again during my junior year in Oliver’s world. I nearly burnt down the cantina he was in trying to save him and Grogu from one wild attack and an attempt to kill the child.

As gratitude, he was stupid enough to take me under his wing and train me. He’s out doing his bounty hunter shit with my little brother Grogu more often than not now but we’ve stayed in touch since everything happened but he comes back every few months to say hello and give me some weapon that was made for me in the armory.

But enough of my rambling. Back to your regularly scheduled shit show.

A bullet whizzes past my ear as I turn my head to look which street I brought hell to.

“Cheap shot.” I laugh dryly as I look down the alleyway to see a group of knock-off TVA soldiers standing at the end of it.

“Sirius Caspian Andrew James, you’re under arrest.”the most dressed up soldier says, clearly trying hard to sound authoritative.

“Oh come ON.”I laugh. “You guys seeing this shit? God, the Trojan Horse would have been more subtle. Neon orange on retired SWAT suits? What are you? Broke 20 year olds trying to pay your tuitions to art school? At least be a bit more discreet.”

“This is no time for games, young man. I said you're under arrest.”

“What for?” I give the group of soldiers a playful smirk. “Did someone tell you they'd pay millions if you got a bite of a super soldier?”

“We are the TVA.”the same soldier says, sounding slightly annoyed with me now. “You have violated the rules of the sacred timeline.”

I can't help the god-awful snorting laughter that escapes me. “First off. No you are NOT. The TVA doesn't carry guns. I should know I used to be an employee.”I take one of the small daggers and a small coin-sized detinator from my belt holster and spin the knife around by the ring on the end of it. “You are a group of idiots who were paid off to grab me. Hmm. Sounds fun. But I've got things to do.”

With that, I set the small detinator on the blade of my knife and toss it toward the six wannabe soldiers.

“Bye, bye, bye.”I giggle as I hop back on my bike, release the kickstand and take off, the explosion going off behind me.

“What the hell were you thinking?!”Sam scolds me over the radio, the sound blasting in my ear.

“I was thinking that I hate posers and that I would like to take Gwen and Peter to lunch before we start school tomorrow.”

“We're superheroes. Heroes don't kill, Sirius.”

“Heroes don't kill heroes, Sammy. Heroes kill idiots who try to fill their skulls with bullets.” I take a sharp turn toward the restaurant I told my friends we should meet at. “I’ll see you all when I get home. Love ya.”

I turn off my radio with a simple click of the headset in my ear and park my bike out by the front door of the small cafe.

Author's Note: I kinda wanted to play around with my alter ego here lmao. I had fun with this chapter but I wanted to know what others thought is all.

[coralsgrimes]

The best parts of the Narnia movies are the scores imo, in particular from the first two movies, with the music composed by Harry Gregson-Williams.

🌸💮

I haven't seen these fuckers in ages so I don't remember BUT since Imma in a good mood lemme tell ye all a story about how I got to see prince caspian in cinema, and it involves music too and also the first instance of a fancam from youtube

So, years and years ago when Prince Caspian was in cinemas and that was fucking summer, my cousins came for a visit. Three of them and they were all younger, two boys and a girl. Anyways I was not as much older than them but still I was THE BITCH. Anyways so there was nothing to do and it was hot as fuck so we ended up going to the cinema, and there were like two big things playing - the second narnia film or wall-e. A friend whatever said that wall-e is cool and ye know the kids were kids so that was my choice and my bestie that was going with us, and the boys wanted wall-e too. But not that little bitch my cousin like she wanted to see NARNIA SHE NEEDS TO SEE PRINCE CASPIAN. We told her no, cuz it's a fucking democracy and we going to see wall-e. So that little cunt goes full on crying mode that she won't be going to the movies to look at a robot beeping for two hours. Like that little viper is like 7 or something mind ye, and she gets her twin brother to change his mind too so now it's two kids crying and it's a whole fucking deal with her...... Yeah we ended up seeing Prince Caspian. Funny story, that little cousin of mine (the boy one) was actually really fucking scared of the film and the animal beasty thingies in it. And the little cunt? She was happy cuz first of all she won, second she liked it. She like cried cuz fantastic love story oh caspian my heart she had tears in her eyes. And if me remembers correctly, there was an original song at the end of the film and she loved it and she was watching caspian/susan (?? that was her name???) videos with that song on youtube. I swear to fucking god I don't have as many childhood memories as clear as this one and believe it or not, I still have the old movie tickets. I was a hoarder don't judge me like I even kept bus ticket stubs back then and boxes of my shite are still in my parents basement storage thing x.x

yeah I feel like I have mentioned this once before or told this story before but that was my first encounter with Benjamin. I was forced to see him, his bad tan and overachieving accent. It all stayed with me till the present day muffins x.x and as for me little bitch of a cousin what became of her... yeah I still hate her guts and the feeling is mutual like I was home for christams this time around and I got to see her again and she's as bad as ever I don't like her bitch ass x.x I like her brothers, it's just that bitch that I can't stomach lol she's actually engaged with intent to marry and her fiancé comes from a stuck up rich family of snobs who wouldn't even look in our direction during a dinner party so kinda like she found her perfect crowd lol

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

weirder asks for you to answer: 1, 21, 31, 33, and 42! I'm just about to start answering the asks you sent in last night!

I'm gonna do my best formatting on mobile since I'm at work lol

1. Who is/are your comfort character(s)? Oh man. I haven't thought about this in a long time because I have more of a comfort person (aside from my husband) and a comfort k-pop group. But I'll say Kurama from YYH, Spike from Cowboy Bebop, Aladdin and Genie from Aladdin, Caspian from Prince Caspian, Tadashi from Big Hero 6, Elmo from Sesame Street... and that's all I can think of currently. I'm sure there are a ton more.

21. Something you've kept since childhood? I have this stuffed Elmo I've had since I was really young. The pupils are almost rubbed off and his fur is no longer soft. Stuffing is mishaped and not even anymore, but I still have him!

31. What type of music keeps you grounded? The obsessive urge to say Stray Kids rn 😂 but Lofi is really the type I think. It just helps me focus and stay in the moment. It makes me feel comfortable. You know those pictures that look oddly familiar to you even though you've never been and you feel a lot of comfort you dont understand? That's what Lofi does to me.

33. The last adventure you've been on? Well, I went to Atlanta with a friend of mine to go to kpop stores and eat Korean food. I think that was probably the last adventure I went on. The last vacation adventure was to St. Louis in July. 🥹 It was so hot, but I got to show most of my in-laws where I grew up. Plus the zoo was so fun.

42. An app you use a lot besides this one (I know that isnt word for word but 🤷🏻‍♀️)? I use Instagram the most I think. I deleted Facebook and Twitter off my phone (I do check Twitter for pics often but I hate the way the app icon looks now). I am on Reddit quite a bit too, but it's mostly Tumblr and Reddit... oh and TikTok. I have timers on Instagram and TikTok though.

Thanks for sending these in! 🥰🥰🥰