#make her. like. a blue tongued skink or something

[headfullof-ideas]

Accidentally deleted this trying to deal with the two reblogs of my last post that i accidentally did trying to reblog it to a community, so here we go again. These out of context doodles are a little different, they were more practice for angles. The first one I’m not too happy with, but i guess that’s what practice is for. Most of these are for scenes that haven’t been written, or haven’t even been outlined yet. The one with Ardyn and Kari and the spear-arrow thing im not even sure will make the Final Cut, though I hope i can fit it in because the fight it’s part of would be really fun to write, especially since it involves a lot of development between Ardyn and Kari

[cthulhusstepmom]

Another dichotomy Soap finds is just how jarring it is to wake up from the best sleep he's ever had in the arms of the man he's been obsessed with since they'd first collided. He doesn't slip out while Ghost is still asleep but it's an embarrassingly near thing, largely stopped by the tight grip his Lt has around his middle. He doesn't register drifting back to sleep but the next time he wakes a heavy hand is jerkily stroking through his hair in absentminded movements. It's the best thing he's ever felt. He doesn't want it to end, especially considering the talk that would follow it, awkward at best and soul crushing at worst. Soap doesn't want to lose this, not when he'd just barely got it.

He can't remember what he'd tried to say, something stupid he's certain, but before the first syllable is even out of his mouth Ghost drops the hand from his hair, he doesn't even have time to be disappointed before the same hand is cupping his jaw and the rough pad of a calloused thumb is passing gently over his lips. Soap feels more than hears the quiet, content sigh from behind him. Normally he would rail against being hushed, he's grown goddamn man for gods sakes, but all he can bring forth is an answering sigh as he feels the tension leave his shoulders. Soap doesn't remember falling asleep again but when he wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and he feels a bolt of cold dread before he hears the quiet sounds of a rain shower from the attached bathroom. At his feet on the bed are two sets of clothes. He doesn't feel much like showering, unless it would be with Ghost and that idea appeals to him all too much, so he simply forces himself up. Both of the offerings are Ghost's clothes though one could be considered slightly smaller and Johnny quickly slips them on before he has to explain himself. He sits quietly as Ghost finishes his own routine and no words pass between them as Ghost slips on his own clothes as well as what Soap has dubbed the "around base" balaclava and they leave side by side to get breakfast from the mess to eat in the rec room. And if they stand closer together than would strictly be appropriate, it's no one's business but their own.

Johnny grabs his bag of arugula from the communal fridge as Ghost gets up to follow him, snagging a couple of strawberries from Gaz's side of the fridge to loud protest. There's somewhat if an awkward pause at his door and he can see doubt start to well in Ghost's eyes. Can't fucking have that, Soap decides.

"I wasnae lying when I said it's a mess."

"S'alright" Ghost replies quietly, angling himself to leave.

"But if you want ta come in you can meet mah wee babes?" He offers. "Course got a couple snakes wouldnae want to make you uncomfortable, Wee Man is a big bastard but I promise yeh he's-"

"Ok."

Blue meets brown and there's a momentary heavy silence before Soap nods and reaches to unlock his door.

It's surreal, seeing Ghost in a space he's dedicated himself to keeping Ghost-free. At the same time it feels so right, like a missing piece he'd just realized was gone. Soap stands by the door as his Lt moves forward into the room, partly for a ready escape and partly because neither of them are small men and it would get very cramped very fast.

"What eats that?"

Soap sits there for a long moment blinking dumbly before he realizes Ghost is pointing to the arugula in his hand.

"Oh uh this is for the lizards, blue tongue up there named Yzma and the Beardie next to her, her name's Freya" shortly after receiving Yzma the skink he'd been able to hook up a home for Bart the leopard gecko and even quicker after that ended up with Freya, an 8 year old leatherback bearded dragon. "They also need some bugs, hope you don't mind roaches."

It's an awkward dance to get past Ghost to his closet and it ends with Ghost sitting cross legged on his bed for which Soap isn't complaining. It's easy, slipping into prepping the salads with easy familiarity. Ripping greens into smaller bites for the baby skink and slicing the strawberries as a treat. As he preps the salads he finds himself talking at Ghost as he usually does, unsure if the man is listening but not necessarily needing him to. He talks about his childhood and his Da's reptiles, Martha and Bowser back home, he talks about his first snake bite from a wild grass snake he'd found when he was 10. He talks about his rescues as he rummages around in the dubia roach bin for the right sized bugs, talks about why he does it and a little about each animal as he dusts the bugs with calcium powder. Soap undoes the lock on each cage, dropping them in and smiling as the lizards jump after them, before relocking the tanks and turning back to face Ghost, startling at the intensity in his eyes.

"You really love them don't you." It's more of a statement than a question but Soap answers anyway.

"Aye."

"And he's the one who bit you?" Ghost looks a little unsure nodding towards the corner of the big tank where Wee Man is barely visible curled up amidst the plants.

"Och it's a stupid story, poor lad just has shite depth perception s'all. He's the friendliest fucking snake though I'll tell you what. "

"Friendly?" Soap's heart hurts at the confusion in Ghost's voice.

"I know you haven't really had a...good experience with snakes but I promise most of them are the sweetness things."

Ghost looks deep into his eyes for a while before turning back towards Wee Man. They sit in silence for a long moment before Ghost nods minutely.

"I'll try." He turns back to Johnny. "For you I'll try." Johnny feels a weight in his throat and can only bring himself to nod.

"Thank you."

[astutior]

private ARMIN ARLERT from attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin. canon compliant. multi-verse. multi-ship. not spoiler free. originally established in 2013; resurrected again in 2024. penned with love by mouse.

𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ∙ 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 ∙ 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 ∙ 𝑃𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑

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ABOUT THE MUN

You can call me Mouse. She/her. 33. Pisces. INFP. Big dumb loser who cries a lot. I live in New England with my fiance and a bunch of pets: dog, cat, blue tongue skink, tree frogs, bearded dragon, two fish, and a snail. As you may have already guessed, I love all kinds of animals (and I will talk your ear off about them if given the chance). Aside from AoT, some other fandoms I enjoy are HunterxHunter and Genshin Impact, but I only write for AoT. If you'd like to add me on discord to plot or chat, feel free to ask for my username. c:

If you made it this far, thanks for reading all that! I look forward to writing with you. ♡

[corvins-colubrids]

Doing my morning reptile chores and, of course, something's going on with Fable as always. She's my one-year-old Northern Blue Tongue Skink, and I swear there's always something going on with her. First, her heat bulb was burnt out. Then, as I was misting her enclosure, I noticed some dark red areas in her usual spot on the cool side. Oh no. Blood. Now Fable is tame, but she doesn't enjoy being held, and I don't see a need to force it on her just for my entertainment.

I managed to pick Fable up and look her over, and found the problem. She's shedding on her belly and it looks like, in an effort to scrape off her belly shed, she cut up the area where her back legs meet her body.

She lives in a 4'x2'x2' enclosure from Zen Habitats, and it's bioactive, which is great, because it holds humidity and is self-cleaning (meaning that isopods and springtails take care of any extra food, shed skin, urates and fecal matter, etc, but not great when she has a wound, because isopods like to eat damaged tissue, but also she slithers through the substrate and burrows, and that means she gets really dirty and it's basically impossible to keep a wound clean. I cleaned her wound out with some vet med spray, and put her back in the enclosure temporarily. I'm going to have to make her a quarantine setup with just paper towel while her wounds heal. And she's not going to be happy.

There goes my plans for the day, lol. But suck is life with pets, and I'm just glad I noticed this, because reptiles don't advertise when they're not feeling well, and I have a lot of pets, so the truth is, I'm not examining every pet's entire body every day. If I hadn't noticed the blood in the substrate, I don't know if I ever would have known she had injuries.

[lys1]

This is an Asra x fem!reader. NSFW for sure, porn WITH plot <3 this is my first post on tumblr so feedback appreciated.

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You walk through the dusty streets of the Market towards the palace. Hundreds of stalls loom up on either side, alive and vibrant with colors, smells, and tastes. It feels good to be back in the heart of Vesuvia.

You turn to look at Asra beside you, keeping your exhausted pace. It had been 8 days since Nadia had asked Asra and yourself to go check out some mysterious magic happenings on the outskirts of the city. You scoff to yourself, mysterious indeed, it took half the time to even track down the little pixie creatures causing ruckus and mayhem. Eventually, after some exhaustive spell casting and careful teamwork the two of you had managed to return the troublesome pixies to the proper magic realm they escaped from.

You yawn tiredly, loosening the emerald colored traveling scarf from around your neck. It was afternoon now, and the sun was beating down.

"Almost there now," Asra spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked fondly over at you, a smile lighting up his sun kissed face. Even so, you could see that the time away from home had taken its toll on him too. You were both more than ready to hit the hay.

You nod slightly, keeping back another yawn. "I hope Nadia has food for us, I'm starved." The villagers in the towns you had visited were kind and generous, but nothing could beat the delectable food that the palace prepared.

Asra chuckled, "I'm sure that right after we fill her in on the successful pixie management she'll immediately be tending to us like a mother hen. You know how she is, she loves to provide." He pushed back his curls from his face to wipe his brow of sweat, smiling as he too imagined the delicious array of food that was about to be offered. He picked up his pace at the thought, making you jog a bit to keep up.

The Palace gates soon loomed over the two of you, sparkling and gold in the summer sun. The guards at the gate looked up as you approached.

"Ah, the magicians! I trust everything went alright?" One asked, clearly recognizing the famous duo. He smiled warmly, maybe a little starstruck.

Asra returned his smile, "it was simply magical."

You rolled your eyes at the terribly overused pun as the guard gave a hearty laugh. The two of you were waved in and informed that the countess was waiting for you in the dining room.

"Oh even better," you groaned in appreciation. "We get to eat while we talk. I love Nadia." Your stomach growls in agreement. Asra flashes you a beautiful smile as his feet climb the stairs alongside yours.

"And clearly," he adds, "she loves us back!" He was particularly looking forward to some blue tongued skink, Nadia knew it was his favorite.

It only took a couple minutes to reach the dining hall. One of the servers was bustling out the moment You and Asra rounded the corner to the door.

"Oh, hello!" They said, giving a small polite now. "The countess is expecting you! Please, come right in." They moved aside, holding the large ornate door open with one of their hands.

You wink and whisper your thanks as the two of you make your way in. Immediately your mouth fills with saliva at the smell that filled the room. The table was large and being filled with platters of many foods of different origins. The gold dinnerware twinkled delightedly up at you and the red wine glimmered deep and inviting.

"Welcome, friends." Nadia opens her arms, rising from her chair. She had just been sipping on some pre-dinner tea while waiting for her guests. She was smiling, and looking absolutely magnificent in her shining purple and gold robes.

"Hello Nadi," Asra said, joining you and her in a quick hug before seating himself at the table. You follow, sitting beside him as Nadia resumes her seat. The servants bring the last platter of steaming dumplings out at that moment.

You sigh contentedly. "This looks amazing Nadia, I feel spoiled."

Nadia smiles, the faintest blush on her high cheeks. "Anything for my favorite magicians, willing to travel far and wide in aid of Vesuvians in need." She adores, raising her wine glass. "To my dear friends, what I would do without you, I wouldn't know."

You and Asra raise your glasses with her, each of your own cheeks now a healthy pink. Nadia declares the meal to begin and you all dig in.

"Oh my, what troublemakers!" Nadia declares, after hearing the story about the pixies. The food was being relished amongst every plate and the wine was flowing steadily. "I can't believe such tricky little creatures exists." She continues, eyes sparkling as she pours another cup of wine.

"Yes, well, the magic world is something else entirely." Asra laughs, relaxed and feeling full. He was lounging comfortably, one hand gripping your thigh, another holding his gold goblet. His skin was warm and aglow.

You had your own hand comfortably nestled in his snowy white locks, massaging slow circles into his scalp. It had been a long 8 days and you were both happy to finally be able to relax into each other while having pleasant conversation.

"You should have seen the way they caused mischief," you add. “Oh I felt terrible for that village. So many upside down cows to turn over." Asra smiles as you tell the story, closing his eyes and leaning into your gentle touch. It was, to put it simply, the best feeling he could imagine. Well, almost.

Nadia chuckles again. "Well, I'm just glad that they are gone and we can laugh about this." She says, sighing in slight relief. "Vesuvia is fortunate to have two talented magicians like yourself. I am fortunate to have you as my friends. Your well deserved payment is in your guest room."

Asra blinks, "oh, you're offering us a place to stay tonight?" He asked, the gratefulness clear in his tone. You couldn't help but agree, walking back to the shop did not really sound like something either of you wanted to do. Especially, you muse, lifting your glass to your lips, after how many wine jugs the three of you had emptied.

"Why of course," Nadia looks surprised that we even had to ask. "And," she continued, "use of my personal bath this evening. You two more than deserve some relaxation and.. fun." She ends her sentence after a slight pause, giving you both a side glance full of humor.

You feel your cheeks go slightly hotter at the obvious suggestion. However, embarrassment aside, nothing else sounded better right now. You look down at your lover who was now lounging against your lap and smile. Oh how far too long it had been, the pixies had been relentless and had not offered much down time.

Asra chuckles, clearly more comfortable with the suggestion. He always had been a bit more confident when it came to discussing your private life. You found it quite endearing.

"Oh Nadi," he smiles. "You just made this evening even better somehow. I can't wait to take my love there and-"

Nadia waves her hand, laughing at your horrified face. "Please, please, I certainly don't need to know details." She grins, "just go, and take the wine."

Asra didn't need more encouragement and sat up promptly. He looks down at you, a shadow of hunger in his lilac eyes, offering you his hand. You take it, biting your lip as his gaze continues to rake over your body in the sort of way that makes you squirm.

"Thank you, Nadia." You say breathlessly, and a little sheepishly.

Nadia smiles, "anytime." She says, laughter still ringing in her voice. "Now go, before Asra here makes love to you on this table."

Your eyes open wide, shocked to hear her say such dirty words before ducking your head down in embarrassment.

Asra rests his hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear, "you heard the lady." His voice is sultry and thick with want. "The table is looking awfully inviting right now."

Quickly, you turn and head out the door, Asra following close behind. The bath is not far down the hall and the two of you make great time. Asra's hand is at your waist, pressing in such a way that you know means desire. You hadn't realized how badly he had been missing you.

You make it to the door and turn to look back at your lover. You gulp at the hot scene behind you. Asra's eyes are half-lidded, purple irises cloudy with lust. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing his delicious golden tan skin, smooth and beautiful. He's looking at you in a way that makes you think he hasn't eaten in a week and you are a five course meal.

He closes in, pushing you against the door and reaching for the handle. "You're terribly slow," he says, voice already rough, desire prominent. He pushes the handle and the latch clicks, the door swings in behind you.

The two of you tumble into the sweet smelling room. Obviously Nadia informed a servant ahead of time of the use of this room because the bath was already filled and steaming. On top of the water pink rose petals float, filling the area with a soft floral scent.

Asra closes the door with a soft click and looks over his shoulder at you. "Oh my dear," he murmurs, taking the couple strides to wrap you up in his strong arms. "I've missed hearing you cry my name, kissing those lips, and feeling your skin." His fingers travel up your waist and over your stomach. They linger, just a moment at the swell under your breast before finally cupping your face in his hands.

You tremble under his touch, body suddenly aching with need. You bring your own hands up to his chest and splay your fingers out so you can feel his heart beating. It's fast and erratic, excited to be close to you.

"Sweetheart," Asra whispers, voice heady. It's intoxicating to hear him talk to you in such a way. You look up at him and catch him licking his lips. You bring your own up to meet his, tongue out to capture his. He groans, melting into the kiss, gripping your hair so tightly it's almost painful.

You gasp, mouth opening and he runs his tongue along your lips, tasting the wine you both had shared. "Delicious," he says against your skin, tasting more and more. His hot open mouth kisses travel from your lips to your cheek, jaw, and finally resting on your neck. Asra loves to leave marks, and he takes your skin between his teeth intending to do exactly that.

Your moan comes out hoarse and you feel heat starting to pool between your legs. They feel shaky and weak, unable to withstand such torment.

Asra steadies you and pulls back briefly, cheeks flushed hot, want written all over his face. "We," he states, "are wearing far too many clothes for a bath."

You laugh and take his shirt in your hands. "I agree," you say, pulling at the remaining buttons. They come free easily and soon a glorious, shirtless Asra is standing before you. You drink in the sight unashamedly, totally enthralled with your lover. Gradually, though slowed by each other's groping hands, you both end up undressed.

Asra grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into his soft skin. He groans appreciatively, nuzzling his face into your chest breathing deeply, and walks the two of you over to the edge of the bath.

The water is still very warm as it licks your skin. You jump in surprise and moan slightly as it overtakes your aching folds and up over your ass. "Ahh-" you sigh, slumping into the crook of Asra's neck. "This is so good."

Asra hums his agreement before taking your chin between his fingers and directing you too look at him. His eyes are swimming with love, need, and an absolute desire to ravish you. You swallow hard, unable to look away.

"I want you." He says simply, barely above a whisper. He maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest. You lean your head back into him and relax in the fragrant water. Asra snakes his left arm around your waist and trails his fingers from your belly button downwards.

You bite back a squeal as his trained fingers circle the small nub at the top of your slit. He adds pressure, rubbing you in a manner that makes you crazy. Your hips wiggle back and you feel him, hard and straining, pressing into your ass. His breath hitches only for a second before he leans down to pepper soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

His other hand makes it’s way up to your right breast and he expertly rolls your perked nipples between two fingers. Your whole body shudders in response to his actions.

“Ah, fuck Asra,” you choke out, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he slides them down your slick towards your now dripping hole. He wastes no time plunging two in, enjoying the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Asra lifts his lips from your skin and brings his mouth to your ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you. Pretty and wet for my fingers, aching to be filled.” He curls them as he says that, relishing in the soft gasps that fall from your trembling lips.

You groan as he licks the shell of your ear, hot breath teasing on the sensitive skin. “You,” your voice falters a second as Asra’s fingers continue to explore your insides in a way that makes you grip his strong thighs on either side of you. “You are ready for me too.” You finally gasp out, finding the strength to grind back against Asra’s swollen cock. You knew if you could see it, it would be an angry red and leaking precum, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside of you.

Asra’s breath comes out in a short gasp that makes you smirk in satisfaction. At least you still have a little control left. That thought flies out your brain a second later when Asra pinches your nipple hard then twists, making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“Watch yourself, my love.” He coos playfully, no remorse in his words. You grit your teeth, taking in the torture that both of his skilled hands are laying upon you. You know what he wants, and it is oh so tempting to give in. You’re almost at war with yourself as your back arches on its own accord in rapt pleasure.

“Oh please, please.” You finally break, body shaking. You reach your arms back and thread your fingers through Asra’s fluffy locks before gripping hard. “Asra please fuck me already.” You plead, unable to care anymore that you were begging.

You feel Asra’s fingers slow to a stop inside you and then remove themselves. You almost groan in disappointment but you know better.

Asra flips your body around so you’re straddling his hips. You gasp when suddenly you’re faced to face with your beautiful lover. He looks positively stunning, the soft moonlight coming in from the high windows bathing him in a pearlescent light. His skin is glowing with a cool sheen, and his breath is leaving parted lips shallowly. Not to mention, his hard cock straining against your stomach, just begging for attention.

You bring your hand down and rest your index finger lightly on the slit. Asra shudders at the touch, but certainly not complaining. He’s slick, just as you expected, and you lightly circle his tip.

“You go on and on about how ready I am.” You tease, “but look at you, practically cumming into my hand already.” You lift your fingers and bring them to your mouth, tasting his salty sweetness. Asra’s diet is rich with fruit and vitamins, and oh how you loved how he tasted as a result.

Watching you lick your fingers coyly has Asra’s eyes drooping with lust. “My dear, oh my love,” he whispers. “How I am going to fuck you until I fill you with that cum you love so much. Because it’s true, you love it don’t you.” He says, voice sugar sweet, expecting an answer.

You blush, despite your best efforts. You look at him, but he only blinks in return, waiting.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice thicker with need than you realized. You give up trying to be bashful. “Yes, yes. I love your cum, how it tastes, how it feels when you fill me up. I want it so bad.” You beg, looping your arms around his neck so your lips are just inches apart. “You have my heart, soul, and body.” The words tumble out naturally, “and gods, do I need you now.”

Asra bites your bottom lip harshly before fully overtaking your mouth with his. He’s moaning, almost desperately, into you. “I love you, my dearest one.” He pants, gripping your ass with his hands. You feel your hips being lifted up and your body quakes knowing what’s coming.

You feel the tip of Asra on the heat of your slit and you sigh deeply, “I love you too, Asra.” You say, bending your neck so your head rests on his muscular shoulder. Your lips find a sweet spot on his neck, an anchor, as he lowers you down onto him. It’s tantalizingly slow, allowing you to feel every inch as you sink lower in the water until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“Oh gods,” Asra groans, both from feeling you pulse around him and from your playful lips on his neck. “You are a gift to me.” He says, breathless from the feelings.

You smile, in delight from your lovers sweet words. Slowly and carefully you lift your hips up, at the same time dragging your tongue up his smooth neck to his ear. You suck and nibble on the lobe as you find your rhythm, bouncing steadily on the thick shaft. He feels absolutely amazing in you, filling you perfectly.

Asra grips your butt underwater with his strong hands and leans his head to the side, giving you better access. He guides your hips to a steady pace, humming appreciatively when you comply. “It has been far too long since I’ve felt your sweet pussy squeezing me like this.” He says, without skipping a beat.

You don’t have time to blush before he picks up the pace, leaving you moaning loudly into his ear as he hits the spot that makes you crazy. “Ah fuck, I agree, I do agree.” You manage, finally finding the words.

The water sloshes around your two bodies, stirring the rosy scent into the air. It’s smells amazing and makes you dizzy with pleasure as every sense seems to be met. Asra huffs gently next to your ear, holding you tightly against his body.

You savor the feelings of your chests sliding against each other, the feeling sleek from the warm water and sweat mixing. Your hips meet his, snapping against each other with quick splashes, making you see stars as he hits every time the spot that has you go wild.

The muscles in your lower stomach tighten and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re screaming Asra’s name for the whole palace to hear. “Baby,” you say breathlessly, kissing any skin you can reach. His cheek, the corner of his eye, his plump lips. “I’m going to cum.” You whisper into his mouth. He swallows your delicious words and licks your lips in response.

“I love when you do that,” he says, a slight chuckle in his words. He wraps his arms tightly around your middles before bringing his hands up to your shoulder blades and raking his nails down your spine. You shudder at the erotic feeling and arch your back against his hands. He sighs happily when you give him access to this gorgeous view, stretched out before him, stomach and tits shining gloriously in front of him. He puts his mouth on your bellybutton and licks up to the cavity between your breasts.

“Oh mmm,” he hums, pleased with the sweet taste of your skin. “You are a delicacy amongst gods.”

You flush looking down at his lustful face, sucking on your skin, leaving marks where only he will see. He latches on to one of your nipples, moaning in immense pleasure at the feel of it in his mouth. When he nips at the sensitive skin you jolt, a small disruption in the steady bounce of your bodies.

“Damn,” you curse, words choking in your throat. Your nails dig into Asra’s shoulders as he re-establishes the torturing rhythm that has you shaking desperately against him.

“Let go for me,” he suggests in a sultry whisper that has you reeling with a feverish desire. The pressure in your core is building at an alarming rate as Asra thrusts into you, filling you every time to the point where you can barely hang on.

“I-“ you falter, eyes rolling as you feel that familiar tingle across all your limbs. Oh gods, you can’t stop it now. “Asra, oh fuck, ASRA-!” You scream head thrown back. Your walls clench, and the knot comes undone. It’s amazing, you almost want to laugh in pleasure at the feeling of coming around Asra’s cock. It’s so good you almost forget to breath.

Asra curses under his own breath as he fucks you through your high, barely holding on himself. You bring your head back down and kiss him deeply, tongue joining his. It’s a short lived battle to hang on and in a flurry of short gasps you feel him cumming inside you, unable to stop himself from the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that come from your hot walls clenching around him.

You both continue to kiss each other lovingly, slowing down gradually until you’re sitting on his lap. Eventually, you pull away a couple of inches, looking into your beloved’s eyes.

“Hello,” you say, smiling at your favorite magician. Asra’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, looking at you through hazy eyes. He kisses you again, gently, pleasantly.

“Hello,” he returns, after a minute. He runs his hands up your back, massaging as he goes. “You,” he adds lovingly, “are so beautiful.”

You smile adoringly. “Thank you, Asra.” You remove yourself from his lap and wade through the water towards the collection of bottles on the wooden shelf nearby. You grab a few that you felt suited the two of you best and turned to your lover. Asra had lifted his arms to rest on the sides of the bath and was looking at you with admiration.

“May I wash your hair?” You ask setting down the bottles, but keeping a lilac scented shampoo for Asra. He smiled at you, his face soft and kind.

“That would be amazing, my love.” He said, leaning his head back into the water to dampen it. You squeezed some of the lovely smelling shampoo into your hand and waited. Asra emerged a moment later and kissed you adoringly on the nose.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “For always taking care of me.”

You kissed him back, a peck, before turning him so his back was facing you. You rub your hands into a lather before working them into Asra’s soft hair.

“I always will, forever.” You say softly, happier than ever.

[xaharadesert]

MC Cooking LI’s Favourite Meal - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: this is another request from the lovely @adrien-dot-png! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

He always appreciates it when you cook, because whenever he tries to do so himself, it usually ends up tasting odd

And whenever you make his favourite meal, he makes sure you know just how much he adores you

This display of gratitude can be anything from a simple gift to an entire monologue

If you get stuck with the monologue, the food will probably be cold by the time he’s done

Oh well, it’s the thought that counts

🧡Portia🧡

Between the two of you, you end up doing most of the cooking and she does most of the baking

With that being said, her favourite meal is incredibly easy to make, so no matter who’s in charge of food, you’ll probably have it pretty often

Somehow she never gets sick of it, so if you don’t like bread pudding, then too bad (it’s good though, try it)

Whenever she’s having a particularly rough day and you make it for her, she almost cries because she just feels so appreciated

Be prepared for lots of cuddles afterward, because it’s the exact kind of food that makes her want to bundle you both in blankets and snuggle with Pepi between you

💛Lucio💛

I’m going to preface this by saying please don’t eat raw meat or eggs, because that’s really dangerous

With that being said, if you make ox tartare for him, he’ll absolutely eat it because he loves it, and the he has like a 60-70% chance of getting sick and dying because he’s old and his body can’t handle it :( (/hj)

He absolutely adores it though

And lucky you, it’s super easy to make, because it’s literally!!! Raw!!! Meat!!! And raw egg!!

Disgusting! You think they have good quality checks in Vesuvia? No!! They didn’t have the technology!!! He will simply die!

💚Muriel💚

He’s a big fan of smoked eel, which isn’t the most difficult meal to prepare, so you’re in luck

It always puts a smile on his face that you both remembered his favourite food and took the time to prepare it

It’s little acts like this that make him fall all the more in love with you

He might be pretty flustered by the act of kindness, though, so he might not be a great conversationalist during the meal

That’s okay though, because it also means that he’s really enjoying his food

💙Asra💙

Hopefully you’re not too devastated by the idea that he eats blue-tongued skinks despite how absolutely adorable they are

If you can mentally and emotionally fortify yourself enough to cook one for him, he’ll be delighted

He’s usually the one who cooks most of the time; it’s just something he started doing to demonstrate his love in a little way, and then it stuck

So when you cook for him, he feels very special and loved

It probably won’t happen too often though, because blue-tongued skink isn’t super common in Vesuvia

💜Nadia💜

I mean this in the nicest way possible: don’t bother

She lives in a palace and has dozens of professional chefs, so unless you’re also a professional chef, it’s best to just leave it be

Of course if you go ahead and do it anyway, she’ll be appreciative of the thought behind it

She might not eat it though

She doesn’t mean to offend you, she just likes it a certain way, and it tastes weird and unpleasant to her otherwise

[xxtoothachexx]

a/n: I’m currently bleaching my hair to dye it and to desperately ignore the itchiness I’m writing dumb stuff once again. don’t bring up the fact I didn’t include nezuko I barely can write something simple for her

I’m incredibly invested in animals so this was fun for me to do

Pet HCs for the Demon Slayers

Tanjiro

As much as I want to just say he’d get a dog or some normal pet I think he’d absolutely adore a rabbit or some small rodent

He loves it and takes absolutely phenomenal care of the rabbit. It’s just as nice as him and everyone else also adores the rabbit, but it doe have an issue with biting people he doesn’t like

Zenitsu

A very small hamster that he insists is his emotional support despite being as equally anxious as Zenitsu is

It likes to hide in his sleeves or his hood whenever he’s doing work or just hanging out with the hamster

Inosuke

A boar, no I will not explain why

No one knows how or even when he got it. It just showed up and no one has any idea of what to do about it. It will not leave

Kanao

She ended up buying a random hermit crab she felt bad for at a store and ended up falling in love with it

Soon enough she ended up having a whole ton of hermit crabs but she enjoys helping them pick new shells to move into and caring for them

Shinobu cannot keep track of a single one of their names but Kanao somehow can

Genya

Very big bearded dragon vibes coming off of him

Probably gave it some really cute name and takes very good care of it, he likes to let it rest on his shoulder while he does things

Sanemi isn’t allowed to take care of it because a cricket ran up his sleeve while trying to feed it and he never wants to step foot in the room again

Rengoku

The biggest and fluffiest golden retriever you’ve ever seen in your whole life, and it’s just as full of energy as him

It doesn’t have the best training though and has even taken out Tengen jumping on him when Rengoku didn’t put the dog in a different room while opening the door

Shinobu

She would absolutely love orchid mantises and would probably own an unreasonable amount of them. They’re just so pretty and look like little flowers

Other than that she’s probably owned frogs in the past. Her favorites were little poison dart frogs because she’d mortify everyone when she’d just pick them up bare handed

(fun fact w/ maxx: captive poison dart frogs are non toxic because they don’t eat the same insects in the wild that make them toxic!)

Sanemi

Never really found the interest in owning any weird or exotic pets, most of them freak him out or make him uncomfortable

Over the past few years he started adopting senior dogs from shelters to give them a proper home in their last few years and he has a major soft spot for them 🥺

Someone pointed out sanemis beetle I’m kind of an idiot that I forgot it lmao

Tengen

The most annoyingly pampered and spoiled small dog (I can’t decide between a toy poodle or dachshund and idk why those two come to mind)

Bedazzled collar and cool little accessories and all that. It constantly will be looking at others with the most unapproving glare ever

Giyuu

Of course he has cat owner vibes but I feel like he’d own another animal. He has a small and quiet little cat though that he talks to

He bought a tarantula for the sole reason of being able to tell others that it got out so that they’d leave his damn house when he wanted them to

Muichiro

Has co-ownership of a tiny betta fish that Genya helped him win at a festival. He has co ownership because he keeps forgetting to feed it and clean it’s tank

Despite that the fish is surprisingly resilient. It’s launched itself out of its tank on multiple occasions and survived fine till someone found it but heaven forbid Muichiro be ten minutes late to feeding it

Mitsuri

Absolutely another cat lover. Accidentally created an army of stray cats that cry at the front door to be fed every morning. They’re all kind of scraggly but she loves them regardless

Her favorite is an old one eyed calico that Obanai took one look at and named Pirate, she’s very sweet

Obanai

Kaburamaru and a love for snakes is a given for him. He likes ball pythons the most because they’re very sweet and cute!!

He’s had a blue tongue skink for a while too, but he also hates bugs so he makes other people get the insects to feed it (he can suck it up and handle them on occasion)

Gyomei

The absolute chunkiest grey cat you’ve ever seen in your life. It meows a lot to greet him and let him know where it is around his house

It has a habit of walking through people’s legs and causing them to trip. It will do this to everyone but Gyomei

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Ferris

Summary: You and Chris fight hard, but at least making up is always fun.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Warnings: Smut, daddy skink, swearing, sex in public

(A/N: Okay so yes. I watched Insecure and decided having sex on a ferris wheel sounded kind of hot. Sue me. Also a little bit of a toxic relationship because I also love Euphoria.)

The original plan for today was simple. Hang out with your girls, have fun at this music festival, and then go to a diner afterward because you knew you’d be drunk and starving by the end of the night. Except like usual you were thinking about Chris and the stupid fight the two of you were having. It was like you couldn’t really have fun.

He’d gotten mad when he saw the outfit you’d picked for the occasion. The butterfly covered bralette and matching skirt was kind of revealing, but that was the point. He didn’t want “other men to see what was his,” or some shit like that. God, he could be so possessive. 

Of course, you wore it. You’d already bought it specifically for the occasion. With his credit card, you might add. You weren’t going to change in one minute just because he told you to. Except for your friend Amanda had already tagged you in a picture which he’d clearly seen since he’d been texting you almost non-stop all pissed off that you’d disobeyed him. 

Sometimes he irritated you so much. Like, yeah you wouldn’t trade him for the world, but did he have to be such an ass about it. Then it was conflicting because apart of you kind of liked it. Your big mean Daddy putting you in your place. Maybe that’s why he treated you like that. He knew that deep down you had a thing for it. Except right now all you wanted to do was sulk as you argued with him back and forth through your messages.

Yet despite this, you still felt so needy for him. Like all you wanted was for him to hold you. Maybe give you kisses and tell you that you looked good. It was so annoying how desperate you felt for him. Aside from all the fighting, he was a really good boyfriend. He was perfectly affectionate, amazing in bed, wanted to actually have a future with you, and made sure you had everything you’ve ever wanted. He took care of you well.

There were times when the negative thoughts reared their ugly heads. Like your friends. It seemed they only saw bad. Like how he was gone a lot, but like it’s for work and you got to travel with him all the time which was fun. Or the fighting. Which okay, fair enough. 

Sometimes it kind of just seemed like they were jealous. Like how’d you manage to snag Captain America of all people. Or why you put up with the things you did. Maybe when they find a boyfriend with a big dick and a bank account to match they’d understand. 

Until then your friends' opinions didn’t really mean anything to you. It’s not like you ever asked them for it anyway. They weren’t complaining when he’d pay for the spa trips or even the VIP passes to this thing, though. They loved him then.

You took a sip of the beer Shannon had just handed you. This is going to sound so dumb, but like, the taste of it was making you think of him. It reminded you of those times he’d come home from work and you’d have dinner waiting like the good little girlfriend you are. After you’d curl up on the couch. He’d pretty much down his beer as you unwinded, pressed into his side. 

Then at some point, he’d kiss you. It would start out all sweet and nice. He’d end up saying something funny and you’d giggle. He always said he loved your laugh. Then he’d pull you onto his lap, making you straddle him. 

Your kiss would turn deeper. Hungry. Like if you didn’t kiss him right now, you might float away. Your tongues would caress while you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You’d feel his bulge grow pressing against your usually covered pussy. 

That’s when you’d started grinding your hips because even the friction from his thickness was enough to get you close. He’d usually start out with his hands on your tits because even though he claimed to be an ass guy he always told you how much he loved your boobs. Then he’d pull you away to pull off your top bringing you back into him by putting his hand around your neck. Since you’d rather die than wear a bra at home, your naked body would be pressed against him even though he was still clothed. 

As his lips would begin to trail down your body, his hands would rest against your ass. Squeezing it, smacking it, helping you grind into him. Then he’d do this thing where he lifted you up to lay you down. His lips still on yours as he moved kept moving against you.

Then you’d finally get naked and he’d fuck you right there not even bothering to go to the room. His dick hitting every spot all at once because of how damn thick he was. He was the first man to fuck you right. Maybe that’s why you were so crazy about him.

In those moments afterward, you’d have to stop yourself. You could taste the soft ‘I love you’ that you wanted to say so badly on your tongue. It didn’t feel right saying it without knowing if he’d say it back to you. You weren’t sure if he would.

You swayed back and forth to the music, singing along. Amanda was twerking while Shannon and Kim were pretty similar to how you were. If you weren’t one second away from showing everyone your panties with how tiny your skirt was you’d probably be right next to her. 

Night had fallen and everything looked beautiful. The way the desert looked with the stage lit. The way they’d light up the ferris wheel. It was all so amazing. Yet your mind kept drifting. He hadn’t texted you back in a few hours which was weird for him when the two of you were fighting. 

You’d walked away from the group to throw away the beer bottle you didn’t feel like holding. Before you could turn around, you felt a hand on your waist and groaned because why the fuck do guys do that. Until you looked up seeing the blue eyes of your handsome boyfriend. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. Like it usually does because he was so fucking beautiful it wasn’t like you could help it. “Ch- Chris? What are you doing here?” For some reason, it felt like you’d gotten caught red-headed.

He shrugged. His hair was covered by the blue cap he was wearing, but it was so unmistakably him that you were surprised you weren’t being rushed by fangirls. “I missed you,” he replied.

You tilted your head to the side feeling all melty now from the simple phrase. “I missed you, too.” 

He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face in your hair. “Can we talk? Somewhere private.” 

You chuckled. “I don’t think we can really be anywhere private right now.” You glanced over at your friends who were rolling their eyes and such at the sight of him. Except for Shannon that is. She was really the only one on Team Chris. 

“The ferris wheel,” he suggested, looking up at the giant contraption. 

You scrunched up your nose. Just because you thought it was pretty didn’t mean you actually liked them. And, he knew that because every time you went to Disneyland you’d skip over it. “I don’t do ferris wheels.”

“I know, but just this once,” he said. “Just so we can talk.”

It was hard saying no to that face so you found yourself nodding. “Okay. Let me tell them I’ll be right back.”

Being Chris Evans he got to skip to the front of the line. The carriage was one of those enclosed ones. Similar to California Adventure’s, but of course not as big. Poor Chris looked squished on his side. At least it didn’t swing. 

You looked out the window. You were barely off the ground. Neither of you said anything. It was a little quieter here, but not much by much. A part of you wanted to go over there and take a seat on his lap as you went further.

“So,” he started, finally breaking the silence after you were a quarter of the way off the ground. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry... you know for all the fighting.”

You weren’t really expecting that. Your eyes met his and you wanted to swoon, but you needed to keep your composure. “Why are we like this?” You asked. 

“I don’t want it to be,” he said. “I know this is going to sound fucking crazy, but I drove all the way here because at some point I realized that you’re more important than losing you over me not liking your outfit, which you look really cute by the way.”

You smiled. “You really think so?”

“You always do. You’re gorgeous, Honey. I’m so fucking sorry if I... if I make you feel like I don’t care because I do.” He took a deep breath. “I guess what I’m trying to say to you is that I love you, Y/N.”

“Really?” Your heart felt like it was going to explode. 

“I have since we met I think.”

“I love you, too,” you said. Leaning forward so you could kiss him. The inside of the carriage was dark so no one could really see into it, but then again people were probably watching it like a hawk just trying to catch a glimpse. He’d grabbed onto your hips like he did when the two of you were on the couch making it, making you straddle his lap. It honestly felt like you might as well be at home with how damn comfy he is. 

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he said. His hands rested on your ass he started kissing your neck. “I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

“You won’t,” you replied. He lifted up your bralette so he could kiss down your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around. You moaned feeling his dick hardening underneath you.

You reached between both of you to palm him in his jeans. He groaned as you rubbed him. You need to be quick because your carriage was moving again and clearly it couldn’t just end in a makeout session. Not with the way he was kissing you and you couldn’t leave your poor boyfriend all hard with blue balls. 

You unzipped his pants and smiled when his dick popped out. “Oh, Daddy,” you cooed. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispered in your ear. “Always ready for me, huh?”

“Always,” you repeated before kissing him again.

He pulled your panties to the side as he lifted your hips up to inch you down his length. He felt so fucking good inside of you. “That’s it, Honey. Ride me.”

“Yes,” you mewled. He filled you up so perfectly. You were so fucking full. It never made any sense just how good it always felt. As you bounced up and down his length you could feel your slick dripping out to cover him.

His balls were slapping against your ass every time you went down and for some reason, it felt so damn good. You bit your lip trying to keep yourself from crying out again. Even though you were sure no one could hear you, you still didn’t want to get too loud.

He’d grabbed your hips. Making you tilt back so he could leave hot open-mouthed kisses trailing from your neck to your collarbone to your breasts. You threw your head back trying to keep your noises in your throat. You were holding yourself up with your hands on his knees.

“That’s it, Baby. I know you wanna cum for me.” He grabbed you, bringing your forehead to his. One of his hands squeezed your neck with just enough pressure. 

Your pussy was clenching around him your insides fluttering as you felt yourself getting there. “Fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whined. Your orgasm was so close you could fucking taste it.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he whispered in your ear. “Cum for me.”

You pressed your face into his t-shirt as you reached your breaking point. You moved your hips harder trying to ride out your orgasm. The way you were moving triggered him to start spilling inside of you. “Fuck,” he cursed, his grip going to your ass again so hard you kind of knew you were going to bruise.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you started to come down from your high. 

You laid your head on his chest as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. Your body was shaking and you wanted to calm down by the time you had to get out of the carriage. You looked out the window again. That whole time at the top had been spent fucking and it was almost time for you to compose yourself.

“We probably aren’t the first ones to do this today, huh,” he wondered out loud.

You chuckled, putting your chin on his chest and looking up at him. “Probably not.”

He rubbed your ass sweetly not even realizing before how tender your body was now. He sat back with his eyes closed. “Is it bad that I could sleep like this?”

“No. I think I could, too,” you replied, feeling your eyes all droopy.

You finally got up before the ferris wheel reached the ground to make yourselves presentable. You sat back in his lap melting into him until it was at a complete stop. 

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

He smiled all sweet before placing a kiss on your lips. You guys were always fighting and making up and as much as you’d say it was water under the bridge, this was the first time it really felt like it. You couldn’t wait to see how things would be from now on. He was your person.

[vesuvian-american-fics]

Something Entirely New Ch 14

Nothing But The Sound Of Paint Brushes

You and the crew go painting with a shy amazonian painter, named Rayna. (AO3)

Words: 1,741

“Morning sleepyhead.” Asra croons, stuffing his nose into your hair and nuzzling your neck close. You had wondered why you felt extra weight dipping into your mattress this morning, and that familiar warmth of Asra’s body embracing yours. You hum in delight, giving Asra an affectionate squeeze.

“Morning indeed. How’d you sneak in here?” You ask playfully, indulging his cuddly desires as you through your leg over his waist to pull yourself that much closer to him. A mix of tangled limbs and hushed voices raspy from a long night's rest. Mornings like this with Asra weren’t uncommon back at the shop but what’s new is the sound of clanging dishes in the kitchen, rather, not any kitchen noises made by Faust. Instead, now it’s Muriel, making a quick breakfast of eggs and tea.

“You looked so cute sound asleep I couldn’t resist sliding in next to you.” He hummed taking an exaggerated sniff of your hair, the scent of shampoo he bought for you clinging to your tussled locks. You pat his shoulders signaling to him that it was finally time to crawl out of bed and give Muriel some company.

“The food smells good as always.” You commented, pulling on some clothes for the day and padding over to the washroom to brush your teeth. Asra nodded in agreeance before you listened as he glided down the stairs. The muffled conversation between Asra and Muriel brought a smile to your face.

When you entered the kitchen Muriel was just finished setting the table and pulling out your chair, you smiled at the man before placing your hand over his in silent thanks. He blushed as he nodded to you, motioning to your chair for you to sit. Your morning together was spent the same as it always had been, eating, listening to Asra chatter about his dream the night before and getting excited about the day ahead in town.

“Today we get to paint our little vases!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together. You loved to paint, especially on mornings you secretly kept the shop closed longer than you should have when Asra was away. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you always thought, it gave you time to slow down and take a breather while running the shop alone.

Muriel offered a small smile before he cleared his throat to speak.

“You’ll have to help me again, Y/N... if you don’t mind.” He stammered out. You could tell he was working on building up his confidence with the way he spoke to you lately, it was a welcome change. The way he walks with his back straighter, he always has a small smile plastered on his lips, he keeps his eyes on yours instead of bouncing around the room to avoid you. It was like watching a flower’s petals unfurl and open up to let the sunshine in. Beautiful.

“Of course, Muriel.” You reply, smile growing just a bit wider. Asra was pouting playfully.

“Help me too, Y/N!” He said, he was already a natural when it came to paining. He was more stylistic and abstract with his work while you loved to dabble in realism. You and Asra shared a laugh before you pressed a hand to his knee.

“Yes, of course I can’t leave you out Asra~” You coo. You stood from the table, missing the way Asra deflated at the loss of your touch. Muriel silently chuckled at the drop in Asra's shoulders when you left. Muriel stood and the three of you deposited your dishes in the sink and left for town.

...

“Howdy you crazy kids!” James called from the door of his shop waving the three of you over. Asra greeted the man and you all stepped inside the pottery shop to see your vases.

“Vases lookin’ pretty darn good if I do say so myself! There’s a lot of love put into these pieces, even an amateur can see it!” James comments fondly, the crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly as his smile deepens. Asra grins from ear to ear, marveling at the near finished look of the vases.

“They’re perfect!” He sighs dreamily as he inspects your work. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Asra’s excitement, he was always a delightful person but this is a type of glee you haven’t seen in a while. Not unless you come home with his favorite food, blue tongued skink.

“We still have to paint them.” Muriel added, his voice was deep and flat but the faint smile on his lips was noticeable, he was happy too.

“Oh yes yes! Don’t let me hold you all day again! Go on next door and get to paintin’ these beauties! Shoo shoo!” James chortled, ushering the three of you out the front doors and right through the next shops doors. He chatted a bit with the owner before he shook your hand roughly shooting you a wink and heading out before you could even give a proper goodbye. You smiled wistfully as his short form staggered back to his own shop, the walls were thin and you could hear him greeting new customers every now and again.

The painting instructor was the polar opposite of James. A tall slender woman, long wavy strawberry blonde locks fell graciously down her back, she wore a long flowing dress that pooled at her feet with a bright shawl pulled over her shoulders, accented by a large sun hat that sat atop her head. Much like her body, her face was long and slender was well, a thin but beautifully sculpted nose right above a small mouth, large tired looking golden eyes with long blonde lashes. She was freckled, blushy, her voice was small and mousy and she stuttered quite a bit. You could tell she was awkward but it seemed her confidence lied with her work.

Her paintings were astounding, by the looks of it she could paint in just about any style or medium. Realism, abstract, paint splashes, oil paint, acrylic, water color, pastels. It was awe inspiring.

She nodded silently towards a long table set to the back of the room, offering the three of you a small smile and bow. She shuffled quickly out of the room and into what you imagined to be a tea room or kitchenette of sorts. She reappeared before you soundlessly with three steaming cups of tea.

She whispered, “I recommend acrylic paint.” She slid a box of the paint onto the table before placing three jars of water to rinse the colors, and finally fresh brushes to use. Without another word she glided across the room to sit herself in front of her large easel and continue with her own work. It was quiet, save for the sound of the morning breeze rolling through the room and rustling the lady’s plants and wind chimes. The three of you silently decided to keep quiet as well, it was comfortable and serene. Everyone at peace and creating art. Muriel would look to you for advice and you would point to whichever paint you thought would look best. He’d always nod in response, almost a bit too formal and serious for what was being discussed. He wanted his succulent to be perfect, and evidently, he imagined you were the best person to help him create that.

Asra would nudge your elbow and ask you opinion on his ideas for his vase.

“More purple? Or more gold?” He’d whisper, feline like eyes never leaving his brush as it danced along the hardened clay of his vase.

“I think there's enough purple Asra.” You’d respond trying to stifle your laughter, he’d exhale hard through his nose at your words before he got back to painting. You shook your head at him playfully before you continued your work. You admired the quality of the paints the instructor acquired, it was smooth and silky as all good paints should be. She had rare paints that she wasn’t afraid to share, due to the fact she bought all of her supplies in bulk. The rest of the morning was spent sipping tea and painting in near silence.

When the three of you finished, you noticed the painter's owlish eyes watching you over her easel. The sound of your paint brushed dripping into your water jars for the last time must has signaled to her that you were finished and ready to leave.

“Finished?” She asked in a hushed tone, eyes bouncing between the three vases. Asra's loud and bright with a mixture of lavenders and royal purple decorated with golden stars and constellations, yours was a solid color mixed with a milky white as his heavy cream had been poured directly into the paint, one that would go lovely back at the shop, it wouldn’t attract too much attention but it wasn’t bland either. Just your taste. Finally, for Muriel, he wondered if against the tans and gold of the desert would a sky-blue pot go well? You agreed and that’s what he did, not giving it much else thought. If you said it was a good idea, then it was the best idea.

“Lovely work. It’s darling.” She said, smile spreading and the apples of her cheeks tinting pink. She ushered you all to the doors and instructed for you all to let your pots dry in the window sill at home for a day and they’ll be right as rain.

“I’m sorry. I never caught your name, ma’am.” You mentioned just as you were stepping out into the early afternoon sun.

“My name? O-oh is Rayna. Have a blessed day.” She said and slipped back into her house before you could reply, you smiled before you bowed at nothing in particular and the three of you head back home to place your vases in the window.

“All the quiet made me sleepy...” Asra yawned, stretching his arms high above his head as he walked inside.

“Let’s have a lazy day in.” He whined, already heading up to his bed without another word. You chuckled at him before you heard Muriel’s stifled yawn from behind you.

“Alright, lazy day it is!” You say, dashing up the stairs to throw yourself into bed. Muriel stumbled behind you before he curled up in his own bed and the rest of your day was spent napping. A content smile remaining on your lips.

[sleepingdeath-light]

Hello, are your requests currently open for Weekend March Ups? If so, may I request one from Black Butler? I just ask that you don't use any characters exclusive to season 2 of the anime (everyone featured in the Manga is OK).

Thank you so much, dear.

I am typically deemed as an unapproachable person at initial glances. I'm already rather tall, paired with the fact that I essentially live in excessively tall heels, makes me a rather intimidating figure. And I'm sure my resting bitch-face does little to assuage the matter.

I come across as very aloof and quiet to those who don't know me well. Elegant, yes. Classy, yes. But almost to the point of arrogance. I practically ooze confidence and that's likely on the account of my impeccable, feminine posture and feline movements.

In actuality, I have the dignity of a wet cat.

Most of my facade is just that. A facade. And while I am a dancer, do not expect me to be as graceful as I appear on-stage.

I typically oscillate between ENTP and ENTJ personality types although it is worth noting that I am almost exclusively split 50 / 50 between extroversion and introversion.

To those who know me, I have a wit of steel and tongue of knives. My biting sarcasm and unrestrained insults are a staple in many of my relationships. While my jokes lean towards flirtation and innuendo, I find myself to be entirely immune to these tactics from others. I never blush, never falter, and never fluster. And as a bi woman, no one is safe from the tyranny of my flirtatious behaviour.

In general, I am an incredibly adventurous and ambitious person. I live by the philosophy of a willingness to try just about anything at least once. I aspire to travel the world one day. For now, I enjoy testing the limitations of preconceived boundaries and expanding my definition of what's possible.

My hobbies are prolific. I do everything from baking, drawing, reading, writing, and photography to hand to hand combat, knife throwing, contortion, archery, scuba diving, sky diving, and hiking. There was also that one time I joined a circus and learned how to do trapeze, aerial silks, Spanish web, and aerial hoop.

I've spent the past decade volunteering at an exotic animal rescue (my compassion for quadrupedal beings is significantly greater than it is for humans) and have worked with a wide variety of critters like cats and dogs but also tarantulas, blue tongued skinks, crows, boa constrictors, chinchillas, sugar gliders, and rats. As with many things in life, I seem entirely devoid of fear in handling the traditionally feared.

~

I would describe my ideal partner but in honour of brevity, I will cut this off here. If you are looking to torture yourself with an excessive info dump, you can check out the pinned post on my blog. But trust me when I say it's excessive. It's not necessary, but I thought I'd let you know it is there.

Thank you for your time

Ps. I don't care if there are NSFW details or not. Do whatever strikes your fancy.

Match Ups | Black Butler (9)

thank you for participating!

i match you with meyrin.

Meyrin

whilst mey herself can come off as initially rather timid and clumsy, she’s an incredibly talented fighter and an excellent wordsmith when the need arises - so having a partner than presents themselves with a flirty, graceful and confident facade would be an excellent foil for her. your lack of fear for traditional things would also gain you her admiration as, despite her prowess, she has a great many fears and adores you for your mental strength.

she would also find great amusement in your tendency to try and take the more promiscuous gentlemen down a peg - smirking and laughing to herself whenever you turn someone down, even if her work would never allow her to openly express her joy at such a sight. that being said, your performances on stage are something that leaves her in awe and flustered at the grace and skill behind your movements; she just feels lucky to be with someone so skilled in such a variety of areas.

other notes:

loves your love for animals and if she stumbles across injured creatures around the manor, she’ll usually bring them to you and ask for your help in treating them - adoring your endless compassion for those that most people would either fear or completely ignore

would learn archery with you and would, in return, teach you how to shoot guns like hers - the action an intimate transfer of passions that became routine

show her the skills you learned for the circus and this woman will blush, wondering how she managed to find such an incredible partner (and quietly wondering what else they could be used for…)

and this adoration applies to all of your various hobbies - the amount of which never ceases to amaze her

bake something for her and she will melt and will try to make something palatable for you in return

draw her and she’ll go bright red - and if you ask her to pose nude she’d agree in a very flustered demeanour

show her the photographs you’ve taken and she’ll praise them in earnest, even asking if she can make a photo book with you

spar with her and she’s getting hot under the collar, impressed with your capabilities in hand-to-hand and flustered when you best her - but she’ll still want to ensure you’re able to protect yourself in less direct fights

will spend warm summer mornings hiking with you and enjoying the sounds of nature and end the days by reading with you in bed or in front of the fireplace - comfortable in the silence or chatter of each as long as you’re with her (though she will almost always ask you about whatever book you’re reading at the time)

asks to read what you write and will give you honest, heartfelt praise and will encourage you however and whenever she can

she’ll even encourage your more dangerous hobbies no matter how much fear they cause you and how much she tends to fret over you after the fact - including skydiving (which she hadn’t heard of before you described it to her)

flirt with her and she’ll go beet red and lose the ability to speak, no matter how long you’ve been together

loves how adventurous you are in comparison to her more reserved nature; you help her get out of her she’ll and bring out a different, more confident side of her that she didn’t know still existed after she took on work at the phantomhive estate - though this is definitely helped by your philosophies and want to travel the world and test boundaries

your sarcasm and insults make her laugh when directed at others, though she isn’t the most fond of being insulted, preferring to compliment others and be complimented (especially by you)

will call you “darling”, “love”, “sweetheart” and your name (but only when you’re in the company of those she doesn’t know)

[hanawrites404]

Wynne's Diary - Celebration with Asra

@sweetalnazar

Today was a day to revel and celebrate, to enjoy the peaceful Vesuvian night sky conferred upon us and the pleasant wind bussing our faces and enlivening our minds. And what's the occasion you ask? Well, today was my and Asra's anniversary of our first meeting, and also the day we both got married. So not only it was our wedding anniversary, but also the anniversary of the first time we saw each other's stupid happy faces, and it all started when we were just kids.

We were so.....innocent at that time. It all felt like a dream remembering the memory, maybe because it seemed too perfect to be true. Even our wedding was like a utopia, with him in a stunning white dress which matched his snowy hair and golden skin, while I wore the colour of passionate red, my face covered with a lace veil as blush dominated my cheeks. We said our vows to each other, promising to never break apart and protect, as our kiss locked both of us together, and since then, our hearts had started beating for one another.

"I hope he remembers it" Said the me who was sitting near the shop's counter, waiting for a certain magician with a silly black hat. He was gone to one of his trips again, leaving me and Ichigo alone and longing for his arrival. He had announced that he was going to come after a week, and that's today, and he sure was taking his sweet time. Ugh, did this had to be on our anniversary????

I sighed and rested my cheek on my hand, my stare getting tired of the door and slowly slipping to the knickknacks placed all around collected through time and care. Asra wasn't a person to be highly organized, but he did like everything to be clean and gleaming from polish. The way I have seen him tidying the trinkets was similar to a mother bathing her child. With gentle care and patience, and not go too harsh over the delicate surface.

Asra was known to be a thoughtful guy. A guy who puts his loved ones' troubles over his own. He is as nimble as a swan, but also have the mischief and rascality of a fellow monkey. The mystic novelty in his amethyst eyes and his satiny locks of white hair hems his handsome face so faultlessly. His lips plump and mellow, and the slight dimple on his cheek when he smiles compliments his soft nature. And his slender body which did not lack vitality and determination yet was warm to touch as feeling the softest of essences.

And me knowing him for so many years. And maybe.......how he had made a place in my heart so effortlessly by his compassion, his receptive nature, and his soft affection accompanied with luscious kisses and solacing hugs I receive almost every day,

Must be the reason why I fell in love with such a dumbhead.

"Honey, I'm home" I heard a very familiar voice. I straight away got up from my seat and walked around the counter to greet my husband. His dearest familiar was dangling around his neck, her sleek body relaxed as she looked at me with her ruby orbs.

"Home!" I heard the sweet snake exclaim.

"Hello Faust, hello Asra" I greeted with a small smile on my lips.

"Hello, sweetheart" Asra smoothly wrapped his arm around my waist, only to pull me closer and place a small sensual kiss upon my lips. His hot breath tickled my skin and I felt a rush of recollections because damn...I missed him.

"How was your trip honey?" I whispered to him, my hand instinctively reaching out to curl his hair around one of my fingers as I glanced into those mesmerising eyes.

"Wonderful. But that doesn't mean I didn't miss you very badly" Asra placed another kiss on my forehead, his hand still on my waist as his fingers gently massaged my side, while I lightly quivered.

"Very badly? Well, you deserved it. It's your fault that you didn't take me with you" I smirked and crossed my arms, shifting my weight on one leg.

"I know Dear.....I know. But I had to go alone. I had a reason to not bring you there. Also, it was a very long travel, and you know when you can't travel when you are-"

"On my period, yeah. It hella hurts. Good thing it ended today. Also, you came back" I shrugged and nudged his shoulder.

"So! Since you are finally home, why don't you go upstairs and take a bath? You fucking stink" I smiled at him sweetly.

Asra chuckled and patted my head, muttering 'sure' as he removed his satchel from his shoulder to place it on the counter, and removed his shoes to move up the stairs. I watched him walking till he was finally out of sight. For his return and surprise secret anniversary gift, I had prepared his favourite food and set up a dinner with belladonnas and vanilla-scented candles.

I hope he likes it. That's honestly all that I wanted from him, along with remembering the special day of course. Because I was not a person to celebrate anniversaries with such enthusiasm, but this time I decided to change my mind as I felt that this day won't disappoint me enough to leave me vacant and bored.

However, who knows if he would remember. It happened in such a blink of the time anyway. And we all are humans with limited memory at the end of the day. And forgetting has nothing to be heartbroken about. Because if you do, it's like you are blaming the nature of your kind just because they couldn't remember your birthday.

But.......damn......

Dissatisfaction sure is a deep word and it does feel deep.

"Mmm...what's that smell? It's amazing" With a towel around his shoulders, Asra descended the stairs. He was wearing a new pair of casual clothes, the droplets at the end of his curls slightly shimmered under the light. Faust slithered down with him who was also as wet as her master from the bath and she quickly climbed around my leg to stop near my nose, waiting for me to give her the pets.

I softly giggled and caressed her cheek, and slowly my finger made its way onto her chin as my nail gently scratched it.

"You missed me?" I bashfully asked her.

"Blueberry!" She called out in reply.

I genuinely laughed at what she said. Blueberry was a nickname Faust gave me because of my deep blue hair. And being truthful, it was adorable because I was glad that a sweetheart like her adored me, as much I adored her.

"Oh...Wynne!" A surprised voice of Asra reached my ears from the dining table. I internally grinned since I already had guessed the reason for his outcry. I got up, Faust now resting on my shoulders as I made my way towards him, a tiny beam finding its way to my lips.

"You like it?" I asked him, patiently waiting for his response.

"I......Is this for me???" He sat down on the chair, his mouth agape and watering a bit. front of him, blue-tongued skink, hot and ready with different sauces and condiments evenly spread on the meat and garnished with coriander and star anise. Made by yours truly, obviously~

"Of course it's for you, silly. Who else eats such a bizarre thing other than you?" I playfully mocked him, crossing my arms.

"It's.....It looks delicious, Love. You really must have worked hard making this for me" his eyes shifted to me, hitting me with nostalgia again. Because he looked just like how I met him for the first time. An excited, inquisitive and sweet innocent child.

I blinked at his inference and chuckled, shaking my head lightly.

"No dear. Not at all. It wasn't a burden, except for realising that I killed a harmless skink and ruined its plans of becoming successful and achieve something in life" I inaudibly whispered the last part.

"BUT! Preparing the dish was easy enough. It didn't take me much time and skill to make it of your preference" I waved my hand in dismissing.

"I see.....I....thank you, Wynne. I appreciate it. Though you didn't have to" a timid fluster danced on his cheeks.

"Oh shut up now. Take a bite and tell me how is it before it runs cold" I told him, snorting.

"O-Oh yes. Sorry" he finally took the trouble to lift his fork and cut a bite out of his food to keep it in his mouth. He chewed properly, savouring the taste on his tongue, letting the texture touch his throat and spice and juices sink in. He moaned from enjoyment, closing his eyes. Assuming it to be a positive reaction, I smiled from satisfaction myself.

"Amazing....just amazing, Wynne. It's very scrumptious and well-done. And you cooked it just how I like. You are the best. Thank you for the food" he grinned happily at me.

"Of course, sweetheart. Your welcome. If you are happy, then I am happy too" I placed a hand near my chest, smiling thankfully.

My eyes had nothing but love and care for him, and never anything else. One of my goals is that I always keep him satisfied and without any deprivation of needs and that he never feels left out and unattended while I'm around. As his wife, it was like my duty to keep him happy. I call it a duty, not because it's like a compelled action or service, but because I'm going to be loyal and wholehearted to him, just like he was committed to me.

And fuck, I loved him so much. And I'm so glad we both met out of an immature headbutt.

"But....may I ask you something?" Asra spoke.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"What's the occasion for preparing all of this? My favourite flowers, my favourite food. Vanilla candles. Everything I like is here. Is today something important?"

I brutally froze. The question he asked had not only shattered all of my further anticipations but also unintentionally panged the beating organ in my chest hard. Did.....did he not know what today was? Did he forget it? Out of anyone I ever knew, I never expected in my fantasies ever that Asra would be the one to meet my scepticism. It....it was terrible, and the sorrow I felt was indescribable.

Yet I didn't show my immense setback on my face or in my voice, as I smiled brightly at him and answered.

"No occasion at all, sweetie. I just wanted to please you. You know, I just thought about preparing it for you. There is no particular reason at all" I deported again, trying hard to not let my true feelings slip out in any way. And luckily, Asra didn't see anything. He just nodded and continued eating, and seeing the slight bit of chance I ran away upstairs as quick as I can, Faust slipping from my shoulders and landing on the table.

"Blueberry??" She called out, but I didn't want to reply, definitely not with the emotional state I was in. I immediately rushed to the balcony and stopped near the rails. The wind rushed towards me like a sprinting wolf. It whooshed through my hair, it hit my eyes, and it dried my lips. I felt awful, but it calmed me down. I was feeling much better because the pain in my heart was replaced by dryness, and the tears that came from my eyes weren't due to melancholy but due to lack of moisture. It was horrible, but I felt at peace. And much more dead.

"Wynne!" I felt footsteps behind me, but I didn't dare to turn back. It was over for me, it was all over. I didn't want to see his face nor I wanted to cry in the middle and make him even more nervous and guilty. I just.....wanted to disappear and pretend nothing bad like this ever happened. And the dream was a dream, and not a reality. That I and Asra never met, and never did we marry and kiss under the stars. We never did. Because I never was there to bump him on the head or to scream on his face that I fucking fell in love with him-

"This is for you" I felt him taking my hand, but after that, I felt something foreign on my palm. It gave the impression of a small box, as small as a ball to be true. I wondered what the hell it might be, so I finally turned to meet his eyes, and he did nothing except stroke my cheek and whisper huskily in my ear to open the box.

I trembled again, but obeyed him without protesting and started to tear the purple wrapping. I was quick because I didn't want to take too much of both of our time. Now, what would he had brought for me after literally forgetting the day of our wedding I wondered.

But turns out.....he never did.

On my palm and the remnants of the paper lied a big jewel of blue diamond. It was brand new and it sparkled enough to lit both of our faces under the night. The transparent gem shone like the full moon after twilight, and every edge was polished to perfection with each cut precisely and delicately done. It was like a very ornate mirror because I swear I saw myself inside the stone.

What was on my palm was one of the best handiwork I had ever seen, and it now rightfully belonged to me.

"Asra......This!"

"Happy Anniversary...Wynne Alnazar...." He came closer to me and lightly placed a kiss on my cheek.

Before he could speak even one syllable or move any muscle, I lunged onto him and embraced his body close. Asra gasped a bit, but he was not stunned at all. He enveloped me back, slightly lifting me and burying his face in my neck as he inhaled my scent and peppered my soft spots with kisses, his hands stroking my back and my hips.

"You remembered......You remembered!" I breathed out.

"Of course I remembered. It's our anniversary, Dear. I would never forget it. Because I love you, Wynne. I love you so much, and I will never dare to forget how I met the love of my life" he hugged me even tighter.

"Thank you, Asra......Thank you.....I love you so much too!" I finally broke down in his arms. I couldn't control the overwhelming emotions anymore as I spilt them out in the form of tears, but he was there for me, and I had nothing to hide from him anymore.

Words really cannot describe how delighted I was feeling. But I sure can tell one thing, that I did make a new dream with him. But it was not the jewel which made me feel so ecstatic like this, it was him, and his idiotic self only. A whole new dream where me and him together, celebrate and reminisce the day we tied knots, the day we entwined our hands. And the day we almost broke our heads at the first meeting.

Because today......was the day we breathe together, live together, and love together.

Till no one does us apart.

[sunset-hourglass]

Figured I’d make an actual post about my ‘Sona; give information for those who might want it, and so I have an actual thingie to reference back to! Things are subject to change, of course. 

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Sunny

-Can be referred to by two others aliases: Sunset and Maple-

A humanoid creature who holds the ability to hop between universes. Although, she is seemingly unsure about how she can go from one to another. On occasion, she has knowledge about the universe she next appears in, despite claiming to never have been there before. Or she’ll retain knowledge from one to another; if it is a revisit or a “sequel” or “fan variation.” It has been shown in some universes

 that she can attain different forms or appearances. Shifting and changing at will, or coming with it naturally. More eyes, a set of mandibles, a tail and horns, turning into an animal or other creature entirely, etc. Her body will change to suit the World. One form that she seems to fall into, is a partially altered version of herself. Slightly bent legs with claw-tipped toes, a stretchy mouth with sharper teeth, claws to replace her fingers, and slightly different eyes. It’s currently unknown why she tends to stick with this form, and if it will ever change. However, it has been shown that she can change into it under large amounts of stress of rage when not shifted on command. No one is yet sure if there is an evolved form to this shift.

Certain information gathered on her thus far is as follows:

She occasionally refers to herself as “We.” Ex: “We didn’t mean to.”

She has a high fear of drowning/being underwater for elongated periods of time. It also seems she has a fear of bees/wasps. Tending to freak out if something unidentified buzzes near her.

She likes to refer to herself as a Cryptid/Eldritch Monster/Demon. It is unknown if she is being serious or not. 

No one knows what’s under the hair hiding her right eye.

She loves animals and creatures alike, but has a preference towards felines and snakes.

She appears to have a strong habit of “adopting” other humanoids or creatures. Protecting them, caring for them, comforting or scolding them and the like. And doesn’t seem to care how young or old they are to a certain degree. She seems to enjoy the motherly role, yet is heavily against having her own spawn. 

She is in a near constant state of cold or ‘chilly.’  And on occasion, she is in a state of too hot. A comfortable balance is hard to come by, as it seems.

She has heavy bags under her eyes, no matter how much sleep she gets.

Seems to be quite anxious inside, and possibly have paranoia. Easily set off by sudden and unidentifiable sounds. And this feeling seems to rise when in the darkness alone...But only sometimes. She also panics and questions the friendship of others, or how she has been acting.

She has a blue tongue. Much like how a skink does.

Other miscellaneous material includes: A liking to coffee. However, she puts a large amount of sugar, milk and the like in it. Her favorite food appears to be sushi, and she knows how to use chopsticks efficiently enough. (And appears to be disgusted upon the option of a fork.) She seems to have a laid-back, calm attitude on the outside. But is easily excitable or agitated. She also appears to be quite the grudge holder. Her self-esteem is quite low, and she tends to agree to- or bounce off- insults or jabs quite easily. But even still, she has limits on how much she’s willing to take. Apparently she has a general disliking for most humans, seeming to be disappointed in something different almost every day about what one human did, or another.

More shall be recorded at a later date. But as for now, this is as much as one could possibly conjure at this hour. -?

[scary-lasagna]

What kind of pets would the creeps/ slender brothers have?

Slender

Slender likes birds and cats.

He has a grey parrot that Offender rescued and then gifted to him.

He was a little touched at the kind gesture...until the parrot started moaning at 3am from his bedroom.

Through a good few weeks, and many awkward explanations/apologies, Slender got him to repeat more common phrases.

He also has a black and white cat he's named "Gus" that's content on his lap or shoulders while he works.

Splendor

Has a giant fish tank in his room.

Lot's of bright and colorful fish, along with other aquatic creatures that fit in the tank, like crabs, snails, eels, and a LOT of coral.

He's also tamed a wild squirrel. It's hiding somewhere in a nest under his bed.

Trender

He wants a chinchilla SO BAD.

They're so cute.

Or maybe a baby pig.

However, he knows he's not around enough to take care of one himself.

But he does have a black and white cat that he's named "Mr. Mistoffelees", a reference to the Cats musical.

Offender

A giant dog.

Something along the lines of a Mastiff or a Great Dane.

Something just as intimidating as him, but fluffy and cuddly on the inside.

Also loud and obnoxious in the early hours of the morning.

He also has a smol and cute dog, cause ladies love those.

And the pomeranian grew on his heart, too.

He rescued (cough, stole, cough) from one of his lovers home when he saw it was being neglected.

He gave it to Slender after he...started picking up on some lewd sounds.

Jeff

Smile dog, ofc.

Grinny recognizes him as someone who feeds him half of the time (Slender keeps a dog/cat food bowl in the kitchen), but other than that he's not too fond of Jeff as an owner.

Especially since Jeff cradles him a lot when picking him up, which Griny hates to no end.

Jeff probably has a pet raccoon or smth.

"Ya this is Francine, i found her in da trashcan."

BEN

I can see BEN owning a share of tarantulas and reptiles.

Something that doesn't need a lot of light because his room is practically a dungeon.

He doesn't mind spiders, actually.

He also has a ferret that slinks around on his desk alot.

Eyeless Jack

He likes reptiles best and favors a blue-tongued skink that steals his pillow at night.

But he also has a cute lil grey and brown corn snake that slithers around a rather large tank.

Laughing Jack

Jack loves snakes to no end.

Also rats!!

You can see the conflict.

But he always makes sure they're 100% safe at all times.

You can occasionally catch him giving w few rats a ride on his shoulders, or a snake coiled around his arm, just vibing.

He has a pet lemur too.

He used to have a big ol’ white tiger and snow leopard, but they were too much to take care of.

Masky

He has a little hedgehog boi.

He fell in love ever since he saw one float on a pond.

And he just knew that he had to have one.

He had a parrot

Hoodie

Hoodie has a little bird that chips every morning at 6:00 to wake him up for work.

She likes to hop around on him while he works from home or sleeps.

And she's really well trained, all Brain has to do is whistle and she comes flying!

She's very adorable and loving, and when Tim comes over she likes to nibble on his ear and tussle his hair.

Toby

Toby has...an unusual taste for pets.

He's the biggest animal lover.

He had a raccoon once, but it didn't turn out well since it was, indeed, feral as all hell.

He like lizards though, and head a bearded dragon in his room that's named, "Roberto".

He also has a pair of fluffy rabbits that are “dating” in Toby’s terms.

They're both big, chubby, and adorable.

Lost Silver

He's got a lot of forgotten pokemon running around his room.

(BEN visits alot bc he absolutely loves em)

They're kind of high maintenance bc they bleed everywhere, but he knows no one else will take them.

And also he couldn't bear to part with any of them.

[6-mcs-for-6-lis]

HC Idea 👉 Apprentice is a terrible cook. They make something special for their LI on their birthday. It /sucks/ 🤢

Lucio

Has no poker face. Zero.

But he tries

HE REALLY TRULY TRIES

But you burnt the cookie cake.

It's a beautiful cookie cake on top

Black as coal on the bottom.

He gets the kitchen to make a batch of frosting.

Just frosting

And instigates a frosting fight to cheer you up and still get you both a sweet satisfaction.

Do you make an absolute mess of his bed? Yes.

Do the doggos take it upon themselves to lick your faces clean? Also yes.

Do you both sugar crash in the bath and fall asleep cuddled in the water? Hell yes.

Nadia

You try to make spiced swordfish.

You focused too much on the "Spiced" part

Cayenne and ginger should never go together in that quantity.

She chokes down a couple bites.

Then she's chugging a bottle of wine.

You can't even eat it

and hold your hand out for the bottle when she's done.

You're both redfaced from the spice and end up laughing at each other.

You skip to dessert

which includes a bottle of golden goose and a stroll to the fountain

Muriel

You try to make him a cake.

It was going to be so good

Lemon pound cake filled with lemon curd

Powdered sugar lightly dusted over it.

It looked so pretty when Selasi taught you how to make it

But when you do it solo?

The lemon curd won't thicken

The cake stays liquid in the middle

Muri comes home to you cussing out the oven with tears in your eyes.

He insists on trying the cake when it finally cooks.

His face puckers

It's so sweet.

Too sweet.

He loves the thought

But he can't eat it.

Julian

You try to make a Nevivon dish

It's salted fish and vegetables and gravy over wild rice

You can't cook rice

It's still hard.

The vegetables though? Mushy and overcooked.

Julian doesn't seem to notice at first?

Like he says it reminds him of the cooking on a few of the ships he served on?

But then

The fish.

You didn't soak the fish long enough.

He takes one bite.

"Bite" his teeth can't get through it.

It hangs out of his mouth for a moment while everything sinks in.

Then he laughs, and everything is fine.

He offers to show you how to fix it, and he does.

Portia

Carrot cake doesn't read like a hard recipe.

And you just picked a fresh batch of carrots from the garden.

It really doesn't look hard

So you do it.

You should have stopped when you sliced your finger on the grater and had to start over.

But nope. Love of your life, birthday girl, Portia gets something special for today.

It ends up being more carrot than cake.

But the cake part is burnt

and the carrots are half raw?

And neither of you know how that happened??????

You feed each other raisins while lounging together instead.

Clothing optional.

Portia starts trying to toss raisins and catch them in her mouth.

They land in her cleavage and you both die laughing.

Then you break out the rum

Asra

You try to make him blue tongued skink and lapsang.

But the tea steeped for too long

The skink is sad and grey and vaguely mushy.

Asra eats it anyway, trying to tell you it isn't that bad.

He really does appreciate the effort.

Catch him sneaking out at night for Vesuvian McDonalds though.

You stop him and ask him to bring back fries.

He brings back many fries, and chicken nuggets.

You spend the rest of the time you should be sleeping eating and stopping Faust from getting fries

Potato no good for snek.

Potato very good for shoving in each others faces though.

He also brought ice cream.

It's half melted by the time you get to it but that makes it even better.

You pass out around dawn with the remnants of your feast scattered on the floor around the bed.

Cleaning is a daytime thing.

[ghostespresso]

Bloom

So, after a year a hot minute of not writing anything, I’ve made an incredible return writing this self-indulgent drabble for Asra and Odessa, my apprentice. This is just a little something that takes place one year after Asra successfully brings Odessa back from her tragic fate. Will I ever write again? Doubtful. This has been sitting in my drafts for far too long. I did this on a whim with no request from others and I apologize for this plague upon your house. 

Pairing: Asra Alzanar x Odessa Faye (Apprentice)

Summary: It’s been one year since Odessa has returned to Asra, and she finally has to comfort him for once.

Warnings: none except emotional distress 

Words: 2253

Her name is Odessa.

It rolls off the tongue at just the right pace every time it is said, and it is always addressed to her. This much she knows. 

Her surname is Faye. 

Short enough to balance out her first name perfectly, it also sounds quite delightful when spoken. This much she knows.

But Odessa Faye doesn't know much at all. 

One year ago, she woke up with no memory, the fragility of a flower pot, and searing pain all over her tired body. The first thing anyone ever said to her was her name. 

"Odessa?"

Even in his panic, he had made her name sound wonderful. His eyes had been red and his face had been decorated in tears, like he'd been crying for a long time. He had asked question after question as he held her face in his hands, delicately, like he was afraid she'd disappear with his touch. She didn't understand a word he was saying at the time, but now she knows he had been asking if she was okay. Still, a year later, Odessa has never seen someone look so absolutely relieved. Sure, he had sobbed, but all the while he had been smiling. Though, she couldn't understand why he'd be so relieved to see her.

She remembers how lost she had felt, confused and overwhelmed by her surroundings. She simply remained blank to what happened around her, her brain calling on muscle memory that her body didn’t seem to have. It had left her disoriented for a while, at least for a few days until her body felt right to her - until it felt like her’s. Then she began understanding everything she was being asked, like a veil had been lifted somehow.

Even after a year, Odessa remains completely confused about her accident. All she understood was that it had to be pretty bad if it cost her all of her memories. Relearning everything wasn't too bad either, after her body and mind began to cooperate. Walking had been a pretty simple function to remember after a couple weeks, and while reading had taken her longer to master, all of the books scattered around the shop sure did help. She’d grown to assume it was just taking a while to grasp normality from beyond her memory loss. After a while, she was even remembering the names of places and people around the city of Vesuvia with ease, as if some sense of her memory had been brought back to life. Yet, she couldn't remember everything she wanted to remember, especially him.

Asra was the only person she truly wished she could remember from before her accident.  He was always there, helping, teaching, being patient as she slowly took her life back. But, there was so much she didn't know about him.

Sure, his favorite meal is blue-tongued skink, but what about it makes it worthy to be his favorite? His favorite season is Spring, but what makes Spring so wonderful to him? And his favorite flower is Belladonna, but why does this flower speak to him more than the others?

It seems to her that all of her knowledge of Asra starts and stops with the basics. They knew each other before her accident for an undisclosed amount of time, he is a very skilled magician, he has a wonderful snake familiar named Faust, and he cares for her above himself for the most part. Sometimes she blames herself for that, as him taking care of her takes up all of his time when he's not running the shop. But there's just something about him.

Something about him feels different than everyone else. The polite shop patrons and vendors who have known her longer than she has known herself don't cause the same reaction with her as Asra does. He makes her happy, safe, and is just so warm she can't help but think he should be telling her more, relying on her more. But, then again, she blames these frustrations on herself as well, seeing as she doesn't speak.

Now, it didn't take her long to realize she could speak. Mimicry is a wonder, honestly, and Odessa started mimicking Faust's one-word phrases about a week and a half into being awake. But her voice had sounded so very, very broken. Harsh syllables and tongue-tying on what should be simple words. There was little structure to her speech, and it makes her afraid. What was wrong with her? Everyone else seemed to speak just fine, why couldn't she? Admittedly, the problem made her even more concerned about exactly what had happened to her, but she couldn't bring herself to ask Asra. Instead, she simply resigned herself to signing away at him, writing with people who didn’t understand her hands, or even tapping objects to get people's attention.

Next to her talking to herself as a poor excuse for practice, and having Faust rate her improvement, nobody else has heard her speak. Especially Asra. Asra has a very soft, airy voice to him; a voice that has calmed Odessa down more times than she can count. Every word he speaks is finely woven, like he could cast a spell with anything he said. It adds to his rather mischievous personality, and is something Odessa deems a source of comfort in her life. In comparison, she sounds dreadful. It's embarrassing to say the least, as well as the fact that excess speaking makes her throat hurt. She knows that practice is all that will help, but she's afraid of how long it will take. What if this is just her voice now? What if she's doomed to sound like she's gargling gravel for the rest of her life? Trifle things to worry about, really. 

Especially tonight, as she sits in bed with her legs folded and blankets up to her chin, she has her eyes fixed on the slumped figure of her most treasured magician on the other end of the room. He settled himself on a stool - one she had used to sit on and look out of the window when she first woke up - only he had his head firmly planted in his hands as his body shook so much she could see it from her spot. Odessa's heart pulsed in her chest so intensely, she thought it might hurt itself. 

Was Asra okay? Has something happened? 

Whatever it is, she could tell he was hurting. 

Asra sat, hands clutching his hair as his palms dug into his eyes, trying to make it stop. He shouldn't be doing this, he had Odessa back after all. 

But, oh, what had he done?

It has been a year since she came back to him, and she was doing so well for only being back a year. But she was so different. Odessa was someone who always had a sense of reckless adventure to her. She was always so incredibly able to do her own, innovative thing whenever necessary. Her heart of gold, and something she called “blind optimism”, had always kept her doing what she deemed best, even if someone disagreed. But now, she was so dependent on him. Asra blamed himself, as he coddled her most of the time, but he had to. She had returned to him a clean slate, he couldn't just leave her to her own devices. She still looked like before, smiled like before, cried like before, but she was missing something. A very necessary spark that had once made Odessa proud of herself.

Asra remembers entering the shop for the first time all those years ago and watching while Odessa scolded a withering plant from behind the main counter. Apparently, said plant was rather upset that the weather outside was gloomy, but Odessa countered by saying that there was no reason to wilt. 

“Is the sun not allowed a bad day?”

She had been confident that even the sun was allowed moments to hide, telling the defiant plant that wilting in protest would only hurt itself. That was all it took for the plant to perk right back up where it should be and bloom gloriously. 

He remembers the first time he watched her open the shop and watching ever plant in the room reach for her as though she were the sun. In response, she greeted every one of them, tended to all of their needs, and then opened for business. 

He remembers her eyes constantly glowing with this indescribable sparkle that seemed to flare every time a new opportunity came around. She was always so good, and watching her now felt like a punishment for his selfishness.

Now, her plants in the shop didn't reach for her, though they thrived from her care. She didn't carry that playful energy of someone who would argue with a defiant flower if it didn't like the gloomy weather. She always agreed with Asra’s overly-cautious rules, never challenging him with that warm smile and something wise to make him think. That indescribable sparkle has yet to return to its rightful place in her eyes. It's like he brought her back, but her memory loss has left a part of her behind. 

Asra has never felt so terribly guilty in his entire life. 

He did this to her. He brought Odessa back because he knew how much he needed her, but he never stopped to think about what it could do to her. Will she ever truly be happy like this? 

As if on cue, Asra's back suddenly feels warm and heavy, making him pull his head from his hands. Around him were strong, olive-toned arms, with hands turned so their palms faced the sky. Asra's smile spread against his tears and doubt as he placed his hands over hers and locked them together. Odessa took this as permission to further press herself against his back. She'd never had to comfort Asra before; this was usually the other way around. 

Asra could have melted right there in her arms and been content. He pushed himself back against her, his head being nuzzled slightly by her chin. This will be okay. They can go from here and it doesn't have to be exactly like before. He just needs her here with him and that is all. She'll come into her own element, even if it takes some time, and that's-

"Asra?"

Rough and crackly is not what she had intended, but that's what happened when she spoke. She sounded like the vocal personification of chapped lips, but she couldn't take it back now. Asra had obviously heard, but she's unsure of what to do now. He stopped moving when she spoke, so was it really that bad? One deep breath is all she needs and-

"It's going to be okay."

That was much more choppy than only saying his name, but Asra had never heard a more beautiful sound. He allowed his grip to tighten over her hands for a split second as he turned to look up at her. 

"You... you can..."

He was so in awe his voice came out even lighter than usual, but he was afraid she'd stop if he wasn't careful. Odessa didn't want to look at him, she was embarrassed, but she cared too much to not make eye contact. Immediately, she wished she hadn't. 

Tears streamed from Asra's violet eyes while his lower lip quivered, seemingly of its own accord. Odessa tensed and pulled one of her hands back to rest on her own throat. Was it-

"That bad?" as the question fell upon Asra's ears, he stood from his stool smoothly and swiftly as he began to smile brightly through his tears. His hands rested upon each side of her face, pushing her hair away so he could see her perfectly. 

"No! No, no, no, not bad! It's perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect!", his excited whispers were almost drowned out by his tears that still had yet to stop. Actually, Odessa's fairly certain he's crying even harder now. 

Her hands flew up to his face, wiping away his tears with the look of utmost confusion in her eyes. But, Asra just grinned. It was a watery, half-drowned kind of grin, but it was bright. 

"I'm happy, don't worry! I'm so, so happy!" he started to smooth her hair back while his forehead came to rest against hers. Happy? Odessa's own smile grew, and she lightly pushed her forehead against his to add the slightest bit of pressure. Happy.

"Me too!"

Her bright smile and crackly response was all it took for Asra to break. What was left of his facade shattered on the spot as the floodgates opened and audible sobs shook his body. He quickly crumbled where he stood, his face pushing into the crook of Odessa's neck as his hands desperately began to cling to her back.

Shocked, Odessa quickly mimicked something Asra had once done to soothe her, arms wrapping around her mentor, one hand rubbed his back while the other cradled his head. She leaned her cheek against his head, wondering if sadness and relief were often experienced together like this. 

Asra didn’t even try to remain quiet in his sobbing as he buried himself further into her. He thought he was relieved when she came back to him, but that wasn't even close to what he felt now. She was happy, and for a moment, she had sounded just like she used to, the faintest spark blooming in her eyes.

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Celeste Stuff

Basic Character Questions

First name? Celeste

Nicknames? Cela 

Date of birth? September 23rd 

Age: Thirty-three

 Physical / Appearance

Height? 5'

Build? She's got a soft build. Wide hips and full, heavy breasts. No real muscle tone, except for her legs and backside.

Hair color? Dark brown at the roots, fading to a lighter tone at the ends. Shock of dark blonde at the front of her head. 

Hair style? It's just...so much hair. She keeps it pinned up for the most part, but if she let it down it would fall to the tops of her thighs. She twists it up like a crown at the top of her head, framing her face with what can't be contained, tucking the strands behind her ears. 

Eye colour? Green, like seaglass

Distinguishing facial features? A heavy smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

Which facial feature is most prominent? Her lips. The top lip has a sharp cupid's bow, the lower lip is full and pronounced. 

Which bodily feature is most prominent? Her hair. There's just so damn much of it. Second would be her chest. A lot of that, too. 

Hands? Long elegant fingers with short, manicured nails. She pays a lot of attention to her hands, as often as she has to scrub for examinations and deliveries, her skin dries quickly. She loves a luxurious lotion or oil.

Makeup? Not a fan in day to day practice. If she's invited to the palace for a formal affair, she has no qualms about a dramatic eye with lots of violets and a bold brow, soft lip. When the mood takes her, she'll wear dark red lipstick. 

Scars? A few burns on her arms from miscalculating the angle of removing things from the oven. 

Type of clothes? She tends toward linen and cotton dresses when she's home in gem tones. She likes to "borrow" Asra's tunics. At work, she wears a structured uniform of Julian's choosing, with a lot of piping, high collar and long skirt. If it's cold, she's usually sent out in massive furs. 

What are their feet like? Her feet are as immaculately manicured and kempt as her hands. She wears short, ankle-height leather boots with a pointed toe and thick, short, sensible heel. 

Are they in good health? When she's making good choices and not draining all her magic, generally. 

 Personality

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?  Optimistic. Or, rather, stubborn. She can get in her head about somethings but knows that if she goes at it at the right angle she'll usually succeed, even when it's hard. 

Are they introverted or extroverted? Introverted. She decided to live with the hermit, after all. 

Do they ever put on airs? When Lucio is around. It's not even conscious, she just hates him so very much and wants him to know that she's superior in every way. Pretty much the only person she has that strong negative opinion of. 

What bad habits do they have? Giving too much of herself and not knowing when to take a step back. 

What makes them laugh out loud? So many things. 

How do they display affection? Acts of service and physical touch. 

How do they want to be seen by others? As someone that can be relied on. A healer, putting others first.

How are they seen by others? Trustworthy if a bit strange. Townspeople can never quite figure out what's going on with her and her men, so she has been a source of gossip. It hasn't hindered anyone from coming to her in their time of need. 

Strongest character trait? Boundless love and devotion. 

Weakest character trait? Not knowing when to quit. 

How competitive are they? There's a little streak of it. Maybe more than a little. 

Do they make snap judgments or take time to consider? A little from column a, a little from column b. 

How do they react to praise? She loves it. It gives her warm, tingly feelings. Unfortunately, it all comes out a little "Shut up, baby, I know it." 

How do they react to criticism? Poorly. Not the person to offer criticism to, constructive or otherwise. She will shut down. 

What are their biggest secrets? Her private "birthday parties" for Julian. She sees it as a necessary evil, but not one that will be particularly well-received if word got out. Hence, wiping his memory the next morning. 

When was the last time they cried? All the damn time. She's got a lot of feelings, okay? 

What are their political views? That there's always more that can be done to improve the lives of the people, and when that gets clouded, society suffers. 

What will they stand up for? Justice, Equality, Love. 

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? Outdoorsy. 

What quality do they most value in a friend? Knowing when to intervene on her behalf. 

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Temperance. 

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? Not a damn thing. 

 Friends and Family

How big is their family?  Growing. She has Asra, his parents, Muriel, and Julian. She will have the babies, too, soon. 

What is their perception of a family? It's the most important thing. Even if it isn't blood, you can forge your own family. 

Describe their best friend. How do you describe Julian Devorak? 

Do they have any pets? Inanna and Faust. She hasn't found a familiar that truly suits her. 

 Past and Future

What is their greatest achievement? Arguably, beating the devil. Getting Muriel to accept that they were just going to be in love forever and that he needed to calm the hell down is a close second. 

What was their first kiss like? The first one she remembers was like fireworks and rainbows, which seems silly and childish, but that's what kissing Asra is like. Pure, childlike innocence and all-encompassing passion. But, there have been a lot of first kisses, and they are all magical. 

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Gave up and moved on after holding on for too long. 

What advice would they give their younger self? It won't be easy, but it will be worth it. 

What past actions are they most ashamed of? She has a lot of pain surrounding Julian and not being able to just fully let him go, and it leads to her making some questionable choices. 

Has anyone ever saved their life? Too many times. 

 Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? Absolutely. 

Are they in a relationship? Oh, yeah. 

When did your character last have sex? This morning. Twice. 

What sort of sex do they have? Um...What kind of sex doesn't she have? 

Has your character ever been in love? A lot. Too much.

Have they ever had their heartbroken? Yes. Badly. 

 Conflict

How do they respond to a threat? It depends on how immediate the threat is.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Magic first, fists next. 

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? Anything can be replaced. But, if pressed, the ring that Muriel and Asra created for her when they wed. 

What is their choice of weapon? Magic. 

What living person do they most despise? Lucio. Depending on your definition of "living". 

Where do they go when they’re angry? Bed, or to the waterfall. 

 Work

What is their current job? Midwife and healer. 

What do they think about their current job? It's important, necessary work that she feels passionately about. 

What are some of their past jobs? Royal magician, shopkeeper. 

What is their socioeconomic status? There's a lot of bejeweled shells to go around. She doesn't accept payment for her services.

 Favorites

What is their favorite animal? All the animals. 

Which animal to they dislike the most? Not big on spiders, but she leaves them to their own devices. 

What place would they most like to visit? She would like to go back to Nopal once the babies are born. Possibly to the steppe, if Muriel can manage it. 

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? Muriel and Asra tangled up in each other in the moonlight. It is heartbreakingly, achingly gorgeous. 

What is their favorite song? I'll just say her "theme" is Crystal by Stevie Nicks from the Practical Magic soundtrack. 

Music, art, reading preferred? Reading. 

What is their favorite color? Greens and Purples. 

Favorite food: She loves seafood, but enjoys most food and loves to cook. 

 Possessions

What is in their icebox: Fresh Eels, black ale, blue-tongued skink, lots of fruit and vegetables, cider, cheeses. 

What is on their bedside table? A vase with belladonna and forget-me-nots. 

What is in their pockets? Gems and shells. A gold compact with a mirror. Extra hairpins. 

What is their most treasured possession? Her heart. 

 Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? Asra. 

Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes. 

What do they think heaven is? 3 am, half-awake, in the arms of her lovers, one at each breast, snoring softly. 

What do they think hell is? Absence. Separation. Emptiness. 

Are they superstitious? Yep. 

How would they like to die? At home, with her family sending her on. 

What is their zodiac sign? Libra. 

 Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? She firmly believes there are no ambitions great enough to justify the breaking of someone's heart. 

What is their view of ‘freedom’? Choice. 

When did they last lie? March 12th. 

What’s their view of lying? Fairly intolerant. She has been known to make exceptions. 

 Daily life

What are their eating habits? Love eating. Love cooking. 

Describe their home. A cozy cabin in a clearing, built by Muriel when he realized she really wasn't going anywhere. 

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? She's a minimalist that lives with hoarders. It can be a bit trying. 

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? She pulls herself out of bed and goes to get ready for work. 

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Spends all day making dinner, then all evening laying around, snuggling up. 

What do they do on a Friday night? She might sneak off to Portia's for a girl's night. 

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? Moscato or a nice spicy hard cider. 

 Miscellaneous

If they could save one person, who would it be? Too hard to answer. Save everyone or die trying. 

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Asra. 

What is their favorite proverb? Love is blind. 

What is their greatest extravagance? She has some lovely jewelry. Delicate gold pieces with rare gems. 

What is their greatest regret? Failing Julian. 

What is their favorite fairytale? The Little Mermaid. The original version, where she has to do good deeds to earn her soul. 

Do they believe in happy endings? How could she not? 

What would they ask a fortune-teller? What time will you be home for dinner? 

If your character could travel through time, where would they go? Before. Just to fully understand.