#maple answers 🍁

[inbetweentimelines]

🪬-tell me of gods

Concepts and Perspectives

"Gods, huh? Well, in Sinnoh, we have a bunch of old legends surrounding Arceus. Though most of the documents and actual written down stuff has faded..."

Maple taps her fingers against the table, scrolling through her phone.

"Arceus is said to be the creature of Sinnoh, and possibly the world itself, along with our Lake Guardians Uxie, Azelf, and Mesprit. And Dialga, the being of Time, Palkia, the being of Space, and even Giratina, a being of antimatter... Back when Sinnoh was still called Hisui, the original people in Hisui, the Celestica people, worshipped Arceus and Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina like gods, which I guess it is given the powers they're said to have. Actually, since they used to refer to Arceus as "Almighty Sinnoh", that's how the region eventually got its name changed when it was said to be discovered."

"I loved learning history in school when I still lived there, I've never gotten to see any of these Pokemon in person but I'd love to one day... I used to play around Lake Valor a lot, we lived in Hearthome City so I'd get on my bike and travel down there just to see if i could get a glimpse of Azelf."

"Though, Arceus originally had Giratina banished, apparently the Pokemon was just too violet and it was all alone in a world called the Distortion World. Only able to look into ours but never return..."

She pulls up a photo of Giratina, or at least a supposed one.

"...It's quite sad, really... Imagine being created and you were just cast aside like nothing, any trace of you wiped away by the people that used to worship you... In history, it's said a man descended from the original Celestica people made a bargain with it and attempted to use its power to create a space-time rift to try and force Arceus to recognize him while also bringing Giratina into our world. But, it ended up dragging someone from a different time back to Hisui to defeat Giratina itself. Now, it's supposedly back in the Distortion World, but it doesn't harbor resentment against Arceus anymore. It's actually said to protect Sinnoh from its own world, dragging anything that threatens the region to its world forever."

"...It's quite a fascinating tale, this is only the short version..."

[maplecornia]

Merry Christmas maple!! Hope you're doing well and taking good care of yourself! Stay safe <3

OMG MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I hope you're doing good as well and hope you have a great holiday! ILYYYY

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hello Hello~

I noticed that you had a masterlist for AfterL!fe and I wanted to ask for Day with a calm and supportive boyfriend who Day always goes to when he needs to recharge after overexerting himself with all that exercise he does. Please and thank you!

Day - With a Calm & Supportive Boyfriend

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🍁Maple anon, you have no idea how happy I am that there's another person who remembers this game! The tears of joy that I cried could make a second Lake Ontario. Anywho, it's been a good minute since I thought about this game, but I did my research so I should be able to write Baby Day properly for you! This post is written in the third person~! The lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Mona Lisa” by Dominic Fike. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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❝𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉– 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊~❞

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🍫  Sweet Baby Day(‘s) would mesh well with someone calm and supportive! Spontaneous and energetic people like him need a partner who works as their anchor to truly live their lives well. So, like Nine, Day considers his boyfriend to be very close and important to him but in a more romantic way. The cute mint-headed man is a bit slow on the uptake so it might take him a bit to realize he has romantic feelings for someone. However, since his boyfriend is calm and supportive, he's likely also patient and can wait until Day realizes his feelings, which the puppy boy greatly appreciates.

🍫  Because Day's energy is practically endless his boyfriend will have to be used to running around and participating in high-energy activities with him. If the sweet boy notices that his love is getting tired though, he'll insist that they both take a break and do something more calm. He's perfectly fine doing fewer physical activities even if he prefers to move his body, so things like cuddling, playing video/board games, or just listening to his boyfriend read aloud are acceptable for Day.

🍫  After a long day of playi– er… I mean working, receiving a nice bath and massage from his boyfriend is like a blessing for Day. Hell, even just getting a glass of water or sweet lemonade will do him just fine, since his heart squeezes -in the most pleasant way- whenever he's gifted something by his sweetheart. Doing nightly stretches after eating together is one of his favorite things to do before bed; not only does it limber up his joints and loosen his muscles from their tense state after a day of dealing with vengeful spirits, but Day also gets to spend time with his love.

🍫  On the supportive side of things, Day is also incredibly thankful to his beau. His lover lets him freely express himself and lets loose his energy during missions, so long as the mint-haired man knows when to hold himself back. Making sure to rein Day in whenever pushes his body a bit too hard in the heat of the moment and treating all of the injuries that he may have suffered. Also letting him call you whatever cute or funny nicknames he comes up with off the top of his head and cheering him on during and after his practice drills and exercises.

🍫  Most times, it would be Day, his boyfriend, and Nine in a group of three, with the occasional tag-along from Kir, Aitachi, or Sian. The likelihood of the couple spending a lot of time alone is pretty low just due to the puppy-like man's extroverted personality. Day simply loves people and he loves his friends and boyfriend; why hang out with just one when you can hang out with a whole group of people who you cherish? However, the others can read the room quite well and will readily give the pair some alone time to have a cute date every once in a while.

🍫  Speaking of the other members of Noctu; over the time that they've all spent together, they've grown incredibly protective of one another, so you best believe that Day's boyfriend got a full interrogation from each member. They don't play around, okay? They won't tolerate anyone hurting their precious sunshine dog boy. They'll smack a bitch.

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❝𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊– 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊~❞

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[the-bloody-sadist]

Well then ‚returning customer‘ here. I wish you a happy new year dear sadist. Also I would like to ask if I could use -🍁 for identification?

THANKS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'M NOT SURE WHAT OTHER ASKS YOU LEFT FOR ME BUT YES, YOU CAN BE MAPLE LEAF!

[ariestrxsh]

stranger!matt x stranger!reader

🍁🍂 content warning: smut, fluff, strangers to lovers, oral (both m! and f!receiving), praise, semi-public/risky unprotected sex, literally just the cutest little smutty fic I've ever written

🍁🍂 summary: you and matt meet for the first time at a local coffee shop and spend the day together, bonding over your mutual appreciation for autumn.

this fic was requested/inspired by this ask

dividers by @/dollywons

Sunsetz

You wrinkled your nose as you stood in line at your favorite local coffee shop. It was your first time there since they'd rolled out their fall specials, and you fiddled with the sleeve of your mustard-colored sweater while you were going back and forth between the pumpkin spice latte and the pistachio latte, your eyes shifting around on the menu.

You'd finally made up your mind just in time for the cashier to make eye contact with you. "How are you doing?" She asked warmly, smiling with her eyes. "I'm good. How are you?" You responded, making pleasantries. "Great! What can I get for you?" She asked. "I'll have a large, hot pistachio latte, please," you responded, changing your mind at the last second.

"I'll have what she's having," the boy behind you stepped forward and grinned at you. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He had on a fall-colored flannel, jeans, and tan Timberland boots. He was the cutest boy you'd ever laid eyes on.

"You should get a different flavor, so we can try each other's drinks," you suggested to the stranger who was handing the barista his debit card. "I like the way you think. You pick which flavor I should get," he leaned closer to you. "Get the maple brown sugar latte," you smiled.

"Okay, one large, hot pistachio latte, and one large, hot maple brown sugar latte," he replied. The girl taking your order looked between the two of you, realizing she was witnessing the beginning of a whirlwind love story. "What's the name for the order?" She asked, her eyes lovingly shifting between you and the boy to your left. "Matt," he answered. He tipped her 25%, and after the interaction, the two of you stepped off to the side to wait for your drinks.

"So, you know my name. Now, what's yours?" Matt wondered, and you told him. "That's a pretty name," he smiled at you, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for buying my drink," you thanked him. "Thank you for allowing me to," he replied. Another girl who worked at the coffee shop hand-delivered your lattes to you in the lobby.

"Do you want to sit inside or outside?" The cute boy looked at you with his beautiful, blue eyes. "Let's sit outside. Fall is my favorite season. Nothing beats a hot coffee in the autumn breeze while watching the leaves fall," you told him. "Fall is my favorite, too! I couldn't agree more with what you just said," Matt replied, his face hurting from smiling.

The two of you found a nice, quiet place to sit outside on a bench under a tree whose leaves were starting to change color and float off the branches. You took a sip of your drink. The milk was perfectly silky, and the warm, sweet liquid filled your tastebuds, your eyes widening.

"Mmm, you have to try this," you handed your drink to him, and he handed his to you. Matt's drink was a bit sweeter and tasted just like maple syrup coffee. "This one's good, too, but I like mine better," you giggled, exchanging drinks once more.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He asked, intimately looking into your eyes. "What?" You wondered, studying his features. "I've always wanted to just set aside one full day to do every fall cliché. Fall activities are my favorite, and I'd love to just spend a whole day doing it all," he admitted. "Well, then it's a date. The day is young," you said, peering down at your watch and noticing it was a quarter past 9 a.m.

"You'd really spend a whole day with me doing autumn-themed stuff?" Matt blushed. "It would be my pleasure," you responded, smiling and taking another drink of your latte. "Well, first, we have to make a list of all the fall activities we love," Matt suggested.

"Apple picking for sure," you responded right off the bat. "Totally agree. Pumpkin patch obviously," Matt told you, taking a sip. "I begged my ex to take me to a pumpkin patch last fall, and he never did. He always thought they were corny," you responded, sounding annoyed and smoothing out your plaid skirt.

"Speaking of corny, cornmaze! But on a more serious note, your ex sounds like he didn't know how good he had it," Matt's gaze searched your facial features, fixating on your lips. "You don't have a boyfriend now, do you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You shook your head no.

"Good. I can't believe someone who would call themselves your boyfriend wouldn't take a girl as pretty as you to a pumpkin patch in autumn. His loss," Matt commented, drinking his maple latte. "You think I'm pretty?" You asked, your cheeks turning pink. "I really do," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," you teased, returning the compliment.

"What else would you want to do today?" He asked. "I know it might sound silly, but I love going to book stores during fall," you responded, finishing your drink. "Definitely. Bookstores and fall just go together. Let's do it," he agreed. "We'd better get started," you smiled at him, getting up from the bench.

Matt showed you where he was parked, and the two of you meandered through winding backroads until you stumbled upon an apple farm. The two of you carried your baskets from tree to tree while you lost yourself in Matt's blue eyes. Despite the other people around you apple picking, all the two of you could see were each other.

You told Matt about your hobbies, your passions, and your family. You told him about how you never felt like your parents saw you for who you were, but more their idea of you. "It feels like in my mom's mind, I stopped aging past a certain point, and she can't accept that I'm a different person than I was five years ago. It's really strange," you said, looking at your feet with your hands in the pockets of your skirt.

Matt opened up to you, too. He told you about his two triplet brothers and about the unique experience of coming into the world with two other people and about how he was always considered the shy and quiet one.

"It's not that I don't have anything to say. I just take a little longer to think about what I'm going to say before I say it, and by the time I'm ready to talk, the subject has changed three times. I don't know. Sometimes it's hard to finish my own thoughts when I'm alone, because I'm always used to people finishing my sentences for me or interrupting them," he admitted.

"I can relate to that. I just really value silence, and I feel like something has to be better than or more important than the silence for me to want to say it out loud. A lot of people talk just to fill the empty air," you told him.

The two of you shared more about yourselves, finding you had more and more in common as you went. You watched Matt pluck a few apples off the tree, and you noted how delicately and methodically he did this, and he noticed you watching him.

"Wanna know when an apple's perfect for picking?" He asked, and you gave him your full attention. "Hold it in your palm like this, and then roll back," he said, showing you and pivoting his wrist. The bright red apple popped right off. "If it snaps off the tree easily like that, it's ready," he taught you.

"I've been picking apples my whole life. I didn't know that trick," you responded. "Here, put your hand on that apple," he said, pointing at a shiny, ripe one. He placed his hand on top of yours, and you found yourself holding your breath. He helped you through the motion he was talking about. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Yeah, the trick is to find the perfect balance. You grab it gently enough to keep from bruising it, but firmly enough that you don't drop it when it comes off," his voice grew slower and quieter as he turned his gaze from the freshly plucked fruit to you. "You know, you don't want to force it. You just let it happen naturally," he murmured, looking into your eyes until he wasn't talking about the apples anymore.

Under the apple tree was where you two shared your first kiss. You leaned in at the same time as he did. His hand instinctively reached up to cradle your face. He kissed the way he picked apples. Firmly but gently. His tongue lightly brushed against yours, and his soft, luscious lips melted into yours.

The two of you read each other's body language, matching one another's speed and tempo, and listening to know when to pull away. It happened like Matt had said it would, naturally.

Once you slowly opened your eyes after such a passionate kiss, the two of you smiled even harder than you had been all morning, and blood rushed to your cheeks as Matt told you how much he liked it. "I did, too."

"Try the apple we just picked," Matt said, handing you the ripe fruit. You took it from him and took a big bite, the juice filling your mouth and making a loud crunch as you sunk your teeth down into it. "It's perfect," you whispered. "It's perfect," he agreed.

You swooned over Matt as the two of you made your way to the next destination. "I can't believe we met two hours ago, and you're already taking me to a pumpkin patch," you murmured next to him in the car, gently running your fingers over the bit of scruff he had on his chin. He took one hand off the wheel and gently gripped your thigh while he looked over and gave you a warm smile.

You walked with Matt through the pumpkin patch leisurely while admiring the way he looked surrounded by the fall pallette, the warm tones bringing out the red tones in his hair. He thought you looked beautiful in the warm shades as well, making sure to take a few candid pictures of you on his phone while you picked out which pumpkin you wanted to take with you.

You settled on a rather small, perfectly round pumpkin nestled between two bigger ones. "I want this one," you told Matt, and he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. "I'd find a way to bring home every pumpkin in the patch for you if you wanted," he told you before kissing you on the forehead, and you blushed.

It seemed hard to believe your ex didn't even care enough to take you to a pumpkin patch, and yet this beautiful stranger offered to bring home every pumpkin for you. You nearly teared up at his sweet words.

Once you'd finished up at your second destination, you were onto the third. You two were completely alone in the cornmaze, not having seen a single other person as you meandered through. The sun was high in the sky, and conversation between you and Matt continued to flow easily.

"I actually got lost in a cornmaze once when I was a kid. Couldn't find either of my parents, and I started crying, and some stranger had to help me out of the maze," you said, kind of embarrassed as the two of you walked through a cornmaze "That must have been so scary," he responded. "It's okay. I'm not afraid of them anymore," you laughed.

"This is so embarrassing, but the first time I ever saw porn, the people were like fucking in a corn field, and I couldn't go through a cornmaze without getting a boner for like a few years after that," he admitted, turning red. You giggled, appreciating his vulnerability.

"That's kind of hot," you said, stopping and turning to him. Matt's eyes darted around for a second, nervous about all the attention he felt on him. "What? What are you thinking?" He asked, shrugging and blushing. "We're the only ones here right now," you chuckled before dropping to your knees in front of him.

His eyes widened as your hands reached for the button on his jeans. He couldn't believe this was really happening. You slowly pulled down his zipper and reached into his underwear, drawing out his member.

You delivered a long, slow lick from the base all the way to his tip, holding eye contact the entire time. You felt him stiffen in your hand as blood immediately rushed to it, and he let out a soft moan. You nestled him between your lips, gently spiraling your tongue around his swollen head.

He twitched against the roof of your mouth as his hand found its way to the back of your head. He ever so gently but passionately pushed down, burying just a bit more of his length past your lips. You slowly bobbed up and down, still looking into his beautiful, blue eyes that were rolling back into his head.

You teased the underside, softly running your tongue along a sweet spot and tenderly sucking on it while a few delighted noises escaped from the boy you were knelt in front of. He couldn't get enough of the way you worked your soft, warm mouth on his sensitive nerve endings. "That's it. Keep going," he moaned, running his thumb over your cheek.

You savored every up and down motion, drawing it out and letting Matt feel every subtlety while you learned the details of his shaft with your tongue, tracing every vein and ridge. You moved your attention back up to the tip, rolling your tongue around on the mushroom shape, paying close attention to what Matt was responsive to.

"Atta girl," he praised you, delighting in every sensation. He ran his fingers through your hair, looking down at the way his length was tucked neatly behind your lips while you looked up at him with your big, doe eyes. "Shit. I'm cumming," he whispered, his eyes starting to glaze over before he let out a few satisfied sounds he'd been holding back for a while.

His glorious member pulsated against your tongue as he released his seed into your mouth, and you swallowed the evidence of the good time you'd just shown him. "Wow," he whispered after he finished and started to button and zip his jeans back up, looking around to make sure you two were still the only ones in the cornmaze.

"Was that good?" You asked, wiping a bit of saliva from your chin and smiling up at him. "It was incredible," he smiled while he caught his breath, and the two of you continued on your way. You knew it was rather forward of you to give head to a man you'd met only about four hours prior, but he didn't seem to mind, and it just all felt kind of natural with him.

The two of you held hands as you found yourselves through the rest of the maze, slowly falling even deeper in love with each other the more you learned about one another.

"What's your biggest fear?" Matt asked, getting to know you. "Heights," you responded, looking down at your feet as you walked. "What about yours?" Your eyes raised to meet Matt's. "Ketchup," he confidently responded, raising his eyebrows at you. "You know, I actually understand that. I have this thing with mayonnaise," you giggled.

"No way. I've never met anyone else with a condiment phobia like I have," Matt stopped walking and widened his eyes at you. "Yeah. I hate the stuff. Don't want it on my food. Don't want it near my food. Don't want it near me," you responded, shaking your head. "That's exactly how I feel about ketchup," Matt smiled at you.

"Still down to go to the bookstore? You're not gonna just take the blowjob and run?" You asked, only half-kidding, having been used by men so many times before you were no longer shocked by their behaviors.

He stopped walking for a moment, turning to you and grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer into him, and he kissed you deeply and passionately. "Of course I'm not gonna run," Matt assured you, looking into your eyes. You couldn't deny how smitten you were with him, and you found yourself wanting to spend every day for the rest of your life with him.

The two of you made your way to the bookstore in Matt's car, stealing glances from one another every few seconds and when your eyes would land on each other at the same time, you'd both blush and smile. The two of you settled on a book store neither of you had ever heard of and next to it was a cute little Café where they were advertising their spiced hot cider and Matt offered to buy you each a cup to which you accepted.

And as the two of you floated into the bookstore with your cider, you guys talked about your favorite books. "My favorite book of all time has to be The Great Gatsby," you confidently told him. "That's a great book," Matt agreed. "Like when it comes to imagery, The Great Gatsby nailed it, and the symbolism. Just a great book. So well-written," you told him.

"You're kind of a nerd, huh?" Matt teased you as the two of you wandered aimlessly through the narrow aisles of shelves covered in books from every genre, every time period, and not appearing to be in any specific order. "What? And you're not?" You snarked back. "No, I'm definitely kind of a nerd. That's why I like you," he smirked at you.

"What's your favorite book, nerd?" You nudged him in the arm. "I don't know about my favorite book, but I recently read Perks of Being a Wallflower, and I loved it," Matt told you. "I love that book," you replied. "I can definitely relate to Charlie a lot, you know," he told you, nervously rubbing his neck and opening up to you about his mental health struggles and not being sure if he could say for sure or not if he had depression or anxiety, but he told you about his time in therapy and how he related to a lot of the symptoms.

You took his hand, and this gesture assured him he wouldn't ever have to take it on alone as long as you were around, and he found a solace in the way you ran your thumb over the back of his hand as you held it.

"How will I know when it gets bad?" You asked him, giving him your full attention. "I tend to isolate and lose interest in things I love, but I really trust you, so I'll try to reach out and let you know when it's getting bad," Matt assured you. You smiled warmly at him.

"Oh, The Book Thief!" You exclaimed, your eyes fixating on the bookshelf behind Matt where the title jumped out at you. "I've been meaning to read this. It was recommended to me by a friend," you said, picking it up and flipping through the pages. "Does your friend hate you? That book's so depressing," Matt snorted.

"I love sad books," you responded defensively. "Well, it's a great book. You're gonna love it," Matt said, taking the book from you and holding it under his arm while he relished in how cute you looked when you were excited.

The two of you continued walking through the bookstore together, picking up old books and smelling their musty, worn pages, and talking about your other favorite classic books while you each sipped on your hot cider. You looked down at your watch and noticed it was getting close to sundown.

"Matt, we have to find somewhere to watch the sunset. It's getting late, and that would be the perfect way to end our perfect-fall-day date together," you said, grabbing onto his arm. Matt insisted on buying The Book Thief for you before you shuffled out of the bookstore.

"I know the perfect place we can watch the sunset from," Matt glanced over at you while the two of you were in his car on your way to the next adventure. He took you to an empty park, and the two of you hiked to the swing set at the top of the hill.

You and Matt sat silently in your swings, gently swaying back and forth while the two of you watched the bright burning ball of light slowly descend below the horizon, taking with it the warm glow that illuminated the atmosphere. The silence with Matt was comfortable as the two of you took in the sight until Matt's voice broke through the sound barrier.

"I don't want to freak you out, but I've been thinking about returning the favor all day, and I've been waiting for us to be alone," Matt said, dropping to his knees in front of you. "May I?" He inquired, tracing the inside of your thigh with his fingers as he hesitantly reached up your skirt with a trembling hand.

You were taken off guard but incredibly flattered by his gesture, and you slowly nodded while you looked down at him wide-eyed while taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

He slowly slipped his head between your legs, kissing you and gently massaging your clit through your underwear with his thumb. He gripped the waistband of your panties and tugged them off of you while you lifted yourself up to help him.

He parted your thighs and spread you open with his fingers while he licked his lips. "Your pussy is so beautiful," he praised you while he looked up at you with his crystal blue eyes. Then he buried his face between your legs again, sensually and tenderly tracing your folds with long licks.

Your breath started to speed up, and your heart started to beat faster as he started lightly teasing your clit. You let out a soft whine and threw your head back as he slowly continued his journey with his tongue.

He engulfed your sensitive bud, taking it between his lips and humming against it. Your legs involuntarily fell shut around Matt's ears, and you tightly gripped the chains of the swing.

There was nothing more romantic than Matt passionately eating you out beneath the pink and orange-painted autumn sunset.

His mouth had you under a spell. Your hand found its way entwined in Matt's hair, gently running your fingers through it while he gingerly sucked on your bundle of nerves. He pulled away for a moment, fixing his gaze on you and the way the sunset reflected back at him in your eyes.

"You taste so sweet," he complimented you before delving back in, his tongue swirling between your folds, manipulating your cunt in the best way. You'd never had a man go down on you so enthusiastically and so skillfully before.

A few more soft whimpers got away from you as Matt held the swing steady. Your whole body began go tremble, and a surge of euphoria traveled through your system as Matt treated you to the best head of your life. "Oh, Matt. Please don't stop," you moaned in a breathy and desperate voice, and he didn't dream of it.

He proceeded to hungrily lap up your wet warmth, every once in a while creating a bit of suction, and he relished in the way you responded to every subtle flick of his tongue across your clit. "Good girl," Matt moaned against your pussy as he felt you get close.

His praise sent you over the edge, and you violently shook with one hand on the back of Matt's head, encouraging him to keep going, and the other hand securely holding onto the swing chain. You watched as the sky turned to dusk, the sun sinking beneath your range of view while Matt's mouth worked tirelessly, bringing you to orgasm.

Your climax cascaded through you, sending ripples of delight through every extremity, and the sensation intensified being in a semi-public place while you rode the wave of pleasure, letting it overtake you. Your body convulsed, and the hand entangled in Matt's hair started to gently tug on his brown locks as you finished on his tongue, several satisfied whimpers tearing through you.

Matt pulled away once your orgasm was through taking its course, and he peered up at you with his bedroom eyes. "Was that good?" Matt timidly asked. "Are you kidding?" You breathlessly whispered to the boy still kneeling in front of you as you combed through his hair with your fingers. "No one's ever made me cum from head before." Matt blushed, flattered he could do for you what no man had successfully done before.

He helped you slip your panties back on before the two of you sauntered back to the car, wanting to drag the day out further. "I don't want this night to end now," Matt admitted as he held the passenger door open for you. "What if it didn't?" You softly asked, searching his expression with your eyes, silently begging him to kiss you again.

Reading your body language, he reached up and cupped your face with one hand, and his lips met yours, your tongues swirling against each other's while you imagined what it would be like to wake up next to him every morning. "Stay the night with me. Please," Matt whispered, looking into your eyes and holding your face with both his palms after he pulled away from your deep kiss.

"Can we have a camp fire and sleep under the stars tonight?" You asked him, returning the same loving expression he gave you. He eagerly nodded at you, loving that idea. "I already have blankets and pillows in my car. We just need some lighter fluid and firewood," Matt told you, smiling.

So the two of you stopped for camp fire supplies, and Matt took you to his favorite camping spot. Under the clear, starry night, Matt got the fire going while you sat bundled up in a blanket, and the sound of the crackling accompanied by the smell of the smoke as it rose from the burning wood and dwindled off into the atmosphere, brought you a feeling of peace.

Matt nestled in next to you beneath the fleece fabric as the two of you talked about all the positive memories you had associated with camping and camp fires, exchanging childhood stories and family lore. He was such a good listener, asking more questions and repeating things you'd said earlier on in the day. He held eye contact with you, almost making you nervous because you weren't used to having someone's undivided attention like that.

While you fell more deeply into conversation and more deeply in love, the two of you watched the chemical reaction before your eyes which was a perfect metaphor for your whirlwind love story and the way you were burning up with desire for one another.

The two of you shared another deep, long, passionate kiss, and before you knew it, your hands were wandering and so were Matt's. Pieces of clothing slowly came off as you traced each other's bodies with your lips. "I didn't know you had tattoos. You've been wearing this flannel all day," you said in a low voice, tracing the ink on his shoulders as it glowed in the light of the fire.

And before you knew it, you were on Matt's lap, straddling him, bouncing up and down on his member while his hands were gripping your waist, helping you ride him. Your moans and Matt's filled the forest air as your souls intertwined. Matt was present with you the whole time, showering you with compliments, looking into your eyes, reading the language your body silently spoke to him, and attuning himself to you.

"Are your legs getting tired, baby?" He asked you in between his fervent whimpers, noticing your wobbly knees and slowed movements. You nodded, and in one swift motion, he was on top of you, pinning you to the ground and gently thrusting into you, delighting in the sounds you made into his ear.

Despite being half-clothed and how cold it was outside, the fire and your body heat kept each other warm. You dragged your fingernails down Matt's shirtless back and squeezed your legs around his waist as he drove his member into you again and again. It didn't take much. Matt's passionate and drawn out thrusts hit your gspot everytime, triggering the knot in your stomach to snap.

"Oh, Matt," you whined, your whole body tensing up and trembling as your pretty pussy clenched around his girth. "Cum for me, pretty girl," he quietly mumbled to you. He pulled you into another kiss. The way you rhythmically throbbed around him had Matt following seconds behind you.

As the two of you finished, each for the second time that day, moaning into each other's mouth, Matt's strokes slowed to a stop, and he collapsed onto your rising and falling chest. You cradled his head and ran your fingers through the pretty boy's hair, thanking him for how good he made you feel.

The two of you giggled and blushed about sharing such an intimate experience only having known each other for about twelve hours, but it didn't matter because you knew he was it for you, and he felt the same way. Neither one of you saw the need to beat around the bush or be indirect with one another, because you could both feel the undeniable chemistry, love, and sexual tension that flowed through the both of you when you looked at each other.

You two laid there under the blanket of stars for several minutes, soaking up each other's presence, and Matt finally broke the silence. "You remember how this morning you told me you didn't have a boyfriend? I'm changing that. You're all mine, and I'm all yours."

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[azureyemberzz]

💖🍁Maple Moon🍁💖

This is a Kazuha x Reader fanfic/fluff I made for @ticklish-n-stuff that revolves around receiving birthday tickles. (Happy very belated Birthday honey)

Kazuha x reader (romantic) [platonic if you really squint]

Ler!Kazuha Lee!Reader Gen-neutral reader 1,889 words

🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸

It was sunny and warm. Today was your birthday of all days. You had found yourself lost in what to do. Having wanted to find a place of solace to relax, you make your way down past the trees, taking a breath in to enjoy the scent of nature and the comfort of the sun's rays. 

“I heard it was your birthday today”

A collected and warm voice sounds from behind you. You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Kazuha? What brings you here?”

You ask, turning to face the samurai who stood before you. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles and nods to acknowledge you. Walking closer, he makes his voice softer, just like the breeze that faintly tickles at your skin, answering you with his presence and a long-winded question of his own. 

“I just so happen to have a very keen sense of hearing. My ears pick up all sorts of sounds: the wind through the mountain passes, the parting clouds, the sound of foxes chewing on apples in the forest. This has allowed me to sense danger long before it has drawn near. It also has allowed me to overhear the hushed desires of your heart.”

There’s a pause between the two of you; the midday sun reflecting rays down on you both. Kazuha moves to stand in the way of the light, shielding you with his shadow before he continues. The daylight makes his hair glow, the small red streak almost blazing in the sun; The small bits of metal he carries on his person also sparkle. You can’t help but indulge yourself in staring, as he continues to speak. 

“Several pardons for the overhearing. That being said,  I’d like to make those desires of yours come true, that is, if you’re willing to allow me”

All you could do was stare, stunned at the swordsman in front of you. You were admittedly distracted. You had forgotten you were murmuring about your desire to be tickled on your special day. There’s no way he heard you murmur to yourself about wanting traces and tummy tickles of all things …right? After all, you'd be so embarrassed if he did…

Slightly flustered, you decide you can’t make him wait much longer for an answer, even though Kazuha was the type to wait for anyone. 

“…you don’t have to “

“Ah, but I want to.”

Kazuha softly interjects, reassuring and shutting down any self-doubt you had. His eyes are pure, full of patience and acceptance, encouraging you to ask for what you really would like on your special day of birth.  

Finding yourself looking at the ground, you can't help but smile. Already feeling loved by how Kazuha speaks to you, It takes you several moments, but due to Kazuha's acceptance and patience, you find yourself comfortable enough to ask for what you actually want today. To be loved… and of course, to be tickled.  

“Then, Kazuha… can you give me traces …and tickle me; Please?”

At your shy request, the samurai’s smile extends to his eyes. He gently takes hold of your shoulders with a reassuring squeeze, his plain and bandaged thumbs rubbing over each of them in a reassuring, comforting fashion.  

Kazuha's fingers glide down your skin, tracing from your shoulders down to your elbows. His thumbs gently dip into the bend of your arm. The pull of his fingers on the back of your elbows guides you to step closer to him. It’s almost romantic how gentle he is, the warrior criminally beautiful bathed in the sun. Ah, you’re distracted again…

“Why, of course. Just be warned, I’m quite… thorough when it comes to fulfilling a promise for ones I treasure as much as the moon itself.”

 

He  answers, both amused yet eager to continue once you give the okay

 

“Are you sure you’re ready, little moon?”

Flattered yet confused, you can’t help but ask what he had meant.

“Little moon?”

“Mm, I feel that the luminescence of the moon, its charming glow, and beautiful phases seem to suit you. This side of you you’re sharing with me right now, full of vulnerability and bravery is a phase of you I’d like to experience again.”

Kazuhas hums. His hands, already at your elbows, now slide down your forearms to your wrists. For what’s only a second, his fingers curl around your wrists in a loose, claw-like hold, allowing the nails of his left hand to trace the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist. As the fleeting moment passes, he takes your hands into his.  Your fingertips being held by both of his. He rubs his thumb along the joints of your fingers. 

“So then, let us move a bit deeper into this tranquil forest, away from that of the wandering eye, little moon” 

Kazuha answers, a smile heard within his tone as he lifts your hand to his lips, placing a gentlemanly chaste kiss on your skin before gently letting go, his other hand holding onto your free one, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both travel a bit deeper into the forest.

“This scenery is wonderful... Surely enough to convince anyone to become a wanderer”

Kazuha softly interjects, his voice breaking the silence of the wind, speaking not to just himself, but to the forest around you both.

As you both walk deeper into the forest, you can feel Kazuha squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb along the back for reassurance. Eventually, the woods begin to thin out, and the two of you walk into a bright open clearing with a quiet stream that runs through the middle. It’s bright and warm, much like his hand…

“This is one of my favorite places to be. In the fall, the maple trees look like amber and honey, like a fire next to the sky. Come with me”

You find yourself being guided to a large smooth rock, big enough for the both of you. Kazuha pats the warm stone with his hand, guiding you to sit next to him. Gosh, he smells like fresh grass and the open air. He looks so at peace here with you. You wonder what it would be like to hug him…

“Clear weather all around brightens the heart”

Oh, right, he was talking, you were too focused on his hand in yours

“My dear moon, I cannot wait to hear the melody of your laughter. Tell me, traveler…”

Kazuha starts, sliding his hand from yours, tracing his bandaged hand up and down the skin of your arm. 

“Your spirit seems to be the protective kind. Is your …tummy what’s ticklish the most? You’ve been shrinking away despite having been so brave as to make your birthday wish to me.”

He coos, his reddish eyes pouring deep into your own. His bandaged hand moves across your shoulders rubbing back and forth across your upper back

”There is no need to be embarrassed. It’s admirable and an honor that you’re able to trust me. I like frank people because we can freely speak our minds to one another. There is no need to hide anything that you wish to say. I hear the voices of all things in nature, and that includes yours.”

He continues while soothing you, getting you used to his touch. Gently, he pulls you in for a side hug while you focus on the river in front of you. You can feel him close to you, his thumb on your shoulder

“Like this”

He speaks, just above a whisper, guiding you to lay across his lap, tummy up. Your head resting on the rock. You feel him shift, taking off the top layer of his haori coat. He folds it and gently lifts your head, placing it underneath. You find yourself raising your arms by your head slightly, wordlessly asking for him to hold your wrists. Being the observant man he is, Kazuha notices and guides your wrists above your head. 

“May I?”

At the nod of your head, Kazuha's fingers wrap around both of your wrists as you lay sprawled out over his lap. He starts slow and teasing, tracing swirls and patterns over your ribs and tummy to build suspense. 

“There are leaves around — and I know just the tune to accompany them, if you wish to hear it. …that tune being your laughter~”

Kazuha interjects into the open air, whispering the last line close to your ear. His laugh tickles your skin, your smile widening, only for you to gasp when his fingers slide under your shirt to scribble at your ribs. 

Your breath hitches, and your smile stretches wide as giggles begin to spill from your lips. His grip on your wrists firmly presses you down into the fabric of his coat

“You’re a cute little one; This is quite fun. Your smile is as beautiful as the moon”

He muses, a smile evident in his voice. You can feel your face grow hot, only to squeal when his fingers move down to your tummy

“Oh my. Little Moon likes this spot, do they?”

Kazuhas scribbles turn to circular traces around your navel while you giggle and nod. His swirling gets faster as he gets closer to your navel. The swordsman giggles alongside you and looks down at you in adoration. When fingers scratch at the entrance to your navel, you jolt slightly, causing him to chuckle again, sliding his finger in. The samurai works with precision and care, wiggling and pressing against your belly button over and over as laughter starts to make you lightheaded. The only thing you’re able to focus on is giggles along with your own

“Hehehe tickle tickle tickle!~”

You find yourself squealing with delight, kicking and squirming, unable to break free. Kazuha watches your reactions the entire time, making sure not to push you too far, while also making you dizzy with joy. Just when you’re aware that he’s stopped, you feel his lips against your tummy. Before you can reply, he blows a very long raspberry into your skin. The buzzing causes you to shriek and try to curl up. Only then does he lean back, still holding your wrists while you catch your breath. 

Once you look a bit more aware, he leans over you, placing a kiss on your forehead and sliding something into your hands before leaning back and letting go. When you look, it’s a red braided bracelet with little maple leaf charms. Before you can express your gratitude, Kazuha begins to speak. You sit up, interrupting him with a hug. 

“I felt like something made from the heart would be a better g- oof! Hahaha, I take it you like it then?”

Kazuha chuckles softly as his voice lifts into question with a smile full of mirth. His arms returned the hug, his hold protective.

“Oh Kazuha, of course, I love it.”

You reply as you hug him. His soft hair against your face, his body warm and cozy. You could almost cry. When you pull away from the hug, kazuhas hands rest on your biceps. He looks surprised at first, noting the tears of joy in your eyes. Then, he smiles

“Happy birthday my little moon”

Kazuha replies, lifting his hand to your face. His thumb brushed away the tear. 

You were warm, you were happy, and you felt loved. A happy birthday indeed. 

🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸 🍁🍂🌸

[npd-confessions]

Intro!

Hi there, my name is Carnis. I have both ASPD and NPD!

Welcome to NPD Confessions! My personal account is @fleshandbrandy

This is a safe space for any person with NPD or NPD allies (for lack of a better term) to come and find community and support.

Asks I am willing to answer:

Questions/asks about ASPD! Though that is not the focus of this blog, I am more than happy to answer asks about it as I do have the disorder myself.

Questions about the disorders (E.g. asking about symptoms/how the disorders work)

Vents about having the disorders

Questions about how best to support a narcissist in any given scenario

Achievements and celebratory stuff

Asks I am not willing to answer:

Requests for diagnoses. (e.g. asking me if you have npd/aspd)

Vents/disparaging comments about narcs/antisocials that you know/have encountered. This INCLUDES family.

Anything regarding "narc/sociopathic abuse."

Any sort of discourse-oriented asks. If it's not related to NPD or ASPD in some way, it doesn't belong here.

Asks that describe or mention other Tumblr blogs and their behaviour, even vaguely. If you do want to shit talk somebody in my inbox, don't make it obvious that they're on the platform

Please be aware that I am not a professional. I'm just some guy who's been in therapy for a while and knows stuff! I can't be your therapist, but I can be here to listen and support you and maybe give some advice!

Anons will always be on, but I may block users who repeatedly send inappropriate or hateful asks.

My discord server can be found here

My wife has created a sister blog to this one, specifically focused on ASPD. @aspd-confessions

Claimed anons:

Pink heart anon (🩷)

Suncat anon (☀️🐈‍⬛)

Hyacinth anon (🪻 ) and drama mask anon (🎭) / pill anon (💊)

Angel wing anon (🪽)

Magnifying drama anon (🔍🎭)

Murder shovel anon (🔪🪏)

Lightning storm anon (⛈️)

Rabbit anon (🐇💗)

Guitar anon (🎸)

Goose anon (🪿)

Germ anon (🦠)

Gear anon (⚙️)

Paperclip dice anon (🧷🎲)

Radioactive anon (☢️)

Bloody sword anon (🩸⚔️)

Strawberry angel anon (🍓🪽)

Lamb anon (🐑)

Beetle grave anon (🪲🪦)

Coffee drama anon (🎭☕️)

Forest mountain anon (🌳��️🌳)

Sparkling drama anon (✨🎭)

Death angel anon (💀🪽)

Sparkling heart drama anon (💖🎭)

Maple chime anon (🍁🎐)

[garden-of-bah]

🌼Garden-of-BAH intro🌼

Hello lovelies, welcome to the garden!

Requests are: CLOSED!

This is a plant-themed build-a-headmate blog currently run by members of one system. We take requests for fictives, factives, songtives (usually), userboxes, and moodboards! We can attempt brainmade alters if we have something to go off of but we’re iffy on them. Radqueer, transID, para and endo friendly, there will be no discourse in our garden. /srs

We typically use we/us when referring to the group or system as a collective, and I/me when referring to ourselves specifically as alters.

Inspired by other BAH blogs, especially @slimeyblossoms @bah-circus and @unclewileys-bahblog :D

Under the cut contains our template, boundaries, tag system, and links to our intros, to-do list and source list :3

Tag system:

sprout ; 🌱 (headmate request)

bloom ; 🌸 (pre-made headmate)

lavender ; 🪻(moodboard)

maple ; 🍁 (userboxes)

fern ; 🌿 (mod specials)

rose ; 🌹 (mod post/important info)

hibiscus ; 🌺 (mod intro)

sunflower ; 🌻 (question/answer)

lotus ; 🪷 (appreciation for mods)

tulip ; 🌷 (other asks)

clover ; 🍀 (other posts)

bamboo ; 🎋 (fictive)

pine ; 🌲 (factive)

palm ; 🌴 (songtive)

birch ; 🌳 (brainmade alter)

mod rammy💐 (posted by Rammy)

mod catra🔥 (posted by Catra)

mod dee🌒 (posted by Dee)

mod kel🏀 (posted by Kel)

mod ashley💞 (posted by Ashley)

mod leyley💗 (posted by Leyley)

Boundaries:

Do not spam request. Asking once if something is in the inbox is fine, but we are VERY busy irl and cannot guarantee when requests will be filled.

Anon emoji tags are encouraged :3

Taken tags are; [-🪐⚡️] [-🦉🌙] [-🎒💌] [-🌊🐬] [-🍊] [-🦈] [-🪽🌸] [-🖤🍃] [-🍀🌐] [-🎠] [-🎀🧸] [-🧸] [-tgc anon] [-🧁] [-💥🦴][-💻🐰(😎🛹)] [-🦖🎨] [-bsd system] [-💫🎱] [-puyo anon] [-🫐💣] [-𖦹 🌱 anon] [-🎁 anon] [-🎀💀 anon] [-🌧️🎱 anon] [-🍮 anon] [-🔱 anon] [-💿🎸 anon]

Requests in DMs are fine

When we say no discourse we mean NO discourse. Any asks or comments debating the validity of someone’s existence are NOT welcome here, regardless of what it entails. This is a safe space.

We CAN make moodboards, we can NOT make stimboards. Our phone doesn’t have the capacity to upload that many GIFs, sorry. This may change in the future, but as it stands stimboard requests will be denied.

Source list:

To do list:

Request info:

Here’s the template we’ll be using for headmate requests, you can fill parts out yourself or just ask something along the lines of “can I get a South Park alter with a lot of paras?” or “could you make a fem fairy alter with roles and a bunch of transIDs!”

If you want specific faceclaims, feel free to send a photo! Be as specific as you’d like to be in general, we love direction :3

If no specification is given on the type of request, we will assume it’s a headmate pack.

Name/s:

Age:

Pronouns:

Source:

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Sexuality:

CisIDs:

Mental/physical conditions:

Other labels:

Faceclaim:

“Detailed” requests will include any/all of the following, as we see fit and/or as requested

Alter roles:

Front triggers:

Signoffs:

TransIDs:

Paras:

Personality:

Quirks:

Moodboard requests can be vague (“can I get a Zim moodboard”) moderate (“could you make a bisexual Dipper Pines moodboard?”) or specific (“would you do a bisexual lesbian Amity Blight moodboard with themes of space and loneliness?”)

We prefer moderate requests because they leave some room for interpretation, but we’ll try to work with whatever you give us!

Userbox requests can be accompanied by specific images, but it’s not necessary. The only thing we require is colour direction if it’s not a character we’re familiar with, but feel free to request fonts or brushes/effects for the border! We use IBIS paint X, so keep that in mind, but we’ll fulfill requests as best we can!!

Mod intros:

[meeb-motes]

update !

so some switching around has been done with the mods and such

Momoko will no longer be helping with this blog for the time being as she’s very burned out!

but I [aka F2](or you can refer to me as Maple if your more comfortable with that) will be stepping in to help!

so yeah-

currently the mods are Vee, Bot, and F2(me)

^.^! Just thought I should make this post to update everyone ,,!

-F2/🍁

Note: no I will not be publicly explaining why I use a number name. If you do have questions/are concerned abt it and are respectful you may send us a pm/dm and we will perhaps answer it.

[inbetweentimelines]

⚡📱

Roto Leak!

Send a ⚡ along with one of the emojis from the post to receive a file from this user's Rotom Phone!

📱: a text exchange

((There was no muse specified so I’ll just do one for both of them c: ))

Maple

Florian

[maplecornia]

.......you said spill the tea so I'm sharing a controversial topic.

Some people in the fandom being overly obsessed with 'jikook'. Like I get it , we all believe in different things . But everything has a breaking point , so some of these 'jikookers' ( while a lot of them are nice people) have a very aggressive way of sharing 'clues', and in some post I've assessed their passive aggressive behaviour towards taehyung, Often downplaying his and other members role in jk's life. So I think thats not fair because seven of these boys have a special and unique bond, it's not up to us to force others to believe something we do.

And the 'clues' they share are either jk and Jimin hugging and looking at each other or saying dirty jokes. I don't know how things work elsewhere but in Asia I feel like guys are way more open with their guy friends if they're best buddies , hand holding and hugging are not very rare , these often times happen. And for the dirty jokes part , my friends and I (only my buddies) dirty talk with each other ALL the time , like literally....the stuff , we have no filter.

So yes , while jikook maybe closer it doesn't just make others vanish or make them less important and judging their sexuality is non of our business, let's say they are plain friends and come across this and feel uncomfortable? Just like they will if it were a female ! (Take in case the tattoo artist controversy, that poor woman had to go through so much just because she was photographed together with him hanging out and I personally can't blame jk if he grew some hatred towards the fandom ) so yes while we are open to sharing opinion none of it should be negative. I personally have a problem with them being so damn rude about it . It's like whoever doesn't feel the same as them are a*holes and stupid . ..... That's it 💀

hello anon! thank you for sending in a ask ♡

honestly I agree with you wholeheartedly with everything you said. that's not to say that I hate shippers though, because I honestly do not, I just think that a majority of people who are shippers or rps need to be aware of the clear line between shipping and actually respecting the idols personal life and choices.

I find it annoying as well when shippers tend to discredit other members relationships in order to uplift their ship and that doesn't sit right with me...and I'll never forget the way shippers ruin friendships with members even after the members have stated multiple times they are not comfortable with being shipped together (yeah taekookers I'm looking at you).

like a lot of these shippers need to be aware of boundaries, especially when it comes to real people, like these aren't just fictional characters and if you're going to ship them together you need to be aware of boundaries.

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

this should be fun

@autistic-daydreamer

🌫️ mist-ified-491 Follow

GUYS??? DID YOU. SEE THE FUCKING NEWS

🏙️ forbidden-cities-enthusiast Follow

...No more Sophie Foster on the dash?

🏙️ forbidden-cities-enthusiast Follow

She didn't answer all my asks :(

🌟 your-nexus Follow

@moonlark-foster-2000 @decknopath and also Fitz and Biana Vacker and KEEFE SENCEN are gone

🍁 maple-leaf-laurier Follow

you make it sound like they died?

🏜️ gender-neutral-territories

They broke a bunch of laws apparently. And ran away. Good for them /gen

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🦢 moonlark-foster-2000 Follow

Peace out, Elfblr! Going to join the Black Swan, I don't know if they have internet, and it could be potentially compromising to post stuff anyway.

Screw the council!!! (except for a select few (: )

🪫decknopath Follow

You're allowed to say fuck Sophie

🐙 krakensssssssss9 Follow

nooooooooo bye :( hope you're back soon

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[hollowfaith]

+PARRY +FRIENDLY FIRE

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink? 🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why? ☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning? 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people? 📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of? 📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact. ☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right? 💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

these got long so i'll put 'em under a cut

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

the temperature doesn't matter as much as the taste and texture. for example, he enjoys hot tea, but also wine. rich, silky textures are his preferences—most black teas fit his fancy for being stronger in flavor.

he has a preference for tea over coffee. the bitterness of coffee is off-putting for him, and he doesn't like the idea of drowning it in milk/creamer/sugar. same with bubble tea—he finds the bubbles redundant, treating it as a gimmick drink over something serious (he'd probably like the fruity teas fine though)

he likes red, white, and rosé wines, but don't ask me specifics because i know nothing about them. i only know that he only treats his guests to tea and keeps his wine for himself except for special occasions (or people).

also if he tried to drink baijiu its intensity would probably knock him out.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

he likes late spring and early autumn because they have the best weather for naps.

if you mean a season he actually appreciates with his eyes, then winter. the cold doesn't bother him and the world, when covered in snow, is pleasantly uniform and uncomplicated.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

they wake up and go back to sleep JKJK

as an angel he doesn't exactly work on a schedule; between waging wars against demons and answering prayers he spent most of his free time sleeping before he met klaus. since klaus wakes up early to exercise i imagine he's also gotten into the habit of waking up early to greet him when he comes back. the sunrise and fresh morning air hold no charms over him; his priorities in life are either what the world he watches over needs, or what his important person is doing. his sign-in time at the clinic is also a very relaxed 9:30~10:00AM, sometime after it opens for clients.

because his physical form is always in peak condition, he has no issues waking up early or late. it's just a matter of choice.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

he could care less what other people see

he does care about what klaus sees, only because he understands that there are some things the seraph can't accept.

to aurelius, an angel is a dispenser of mercy as well as justice; their strength lies in the absolute. it is only humans who waver because they have the potential to be good or bad. heaven and hell have their own principles to live by. once a choice has been made to destroy, aurelius will commit to it fully, but he knows that klaus would likely pick the option to hesitate.

he does not hesitate. he is also willing to act on behalf of klaus, to assume responsibility over the harder choices his partner would inevitably reject—but he doesn't like the idea of klaus witnessing the limits of how far he'd go, and then rejecting him over the violence.

oh well, it already happened.

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

he doesn't care. isn't it just human vanity?

but it's very nice to see klaus smiling as he takes his picture. and of course, his phone is full of candid photos he snapped of klaus, who somehow looks perfect from every angle. he likes how cameras can capture these fleeting moments in life and pause them for you to study afterwards.

his go-to pose is always facing his body a little away from the camera and then turning a head to look at the lens. it's more or less relaxed/casual vibes. he thinks it's a bit ridiculous to pose specifically for a machine, but he will allow you to record his image if you wish.

if klaus is taking the picture, you get a smile. otherwise, he tends to look bemused or (if you took one without his permission) vaguely irritated.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

he has varying levels of success handling children.

he's very good at taking care of babies and toddlers as they don't require much thought (or even hands, since he doesn't need to touch them to feed them or change their diapers). he will also answer their questions honestly and thoroughly, as he finds no point getting impatient with young children.

primary school children are a little more difficult because their moods are unpredictable, but he can more or less placate them after he figures their personalities out. they have a good trusting relationship with him.

middle schoolers would test his patience a little more. high schoolers, if they wanted to, could run circles around him and diss him until they set him off and he sends them to angel timeout.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

...that he's an unfeeling uptight bastard who lords over people with his rhetoric and bullies the weak and doesn't care about you?

well yes but have you also considered:

gullible kindergartener who doesn't like sharing but eats up praise and will believe any reasonable thing out of your mouth if you are Nice to Him First

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

he thinks that hugs/kisses/food are more for comforting his partner than himself tbh. they're all very "human"

he doesn't need physical comfort as much as uhhhh emotional reassurance, despite being a guy who claims to spurn feelings

matching his devotion to you with your absolute trust in him is super super amazing and will make him putty in your hands etc. he also feels reassured when he tries giving you what you like (attention, food, praise, etc.) and you reciprocate positively, it means he did the Correct Thing to make you happy.

listening to him, patiently explaining questions to him when he asks them, and more or less accepting him as he is is also very comforting.

[d-esmond]

🍰🍧🍁🍃 for doug AND cathy

LETS GOOO tysm bestie macy. (i typed maxy again)

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

—douglas:

this is so funny. he doesn’t have a particular preference but for some reason he’s specific about good frosting. the longer he’s with cathy the higher his standards get for food. (men who will just straight up say “my wife can do this better” whenever theyre eating away from home.) anyway, short answer. don’t put vanilla buttercream in this guy’s reach cs he will sneak some when cathy isn’t looking <3

—cathy:

oh she LOVES anything lemon. she makes a big lemon loaf cake once a week at least. (no frosting sorry doug) other fruit flavors too, like strawberry or orange. but when she’s a little bored (her pregnancies were her Baking Era) she loves experimenting with stuff like lavender or herbs or poppy seed etc. i mean its the 1920s ok we’re not doing yuzu and miso caramel or whatever. although i think she would have loved that.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

—douglas:

mention his childhood within earshot and he Will find an excuse to exit the room asap. but he is a sentimental mf. he loves collecting little keepsakes. cinema tickets. buttons with a specific story attached to it. he’s got a box of old pictures stashed away. will, the only brother that was nice to him lol, gifted him a neat looking pocket watch that he was too young for to handle responsibly. but it was cool and it made him feel like a Big Man. it doesn’t work anymore (he probably dropped it a few times.) and it’s hanging out on a shelf but “don’t touch it that was a gift and i’m gonna get it fixed next week,” he said. for years.

—cathy:

oh man. she has a beautiful pearl necklace that belonged to her mother. she found it around the house when she was a little girl and just decided to wear it. and her father didn’t have it in his heart to tell her like Hey that’s expensive and not for kids please. it was a little gaudy esp for a CHILD but she was running around at her dad’s workplace and it looked crazy but whatever, most people thought they were a weird pair anyway. now she takes good care of it tho. rarely wears it only on her birthday and her wedding uwu.

neither are like actual Child items but yk.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

easy easy. they both love summer. cathy might also be a little inclined towards spring because flowers. but yeah they love sun and being outside as much as possible. douglas loves a good long beach day where he can play ball games or swim with his pals. cathy prefers to be/work in the garden most of the time but yeah she’ll go sunbathing at the beach with a good book. also the first summer where doug Finally got his own car u KNOW he took her on as many trips along the coast as possible.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

oh well kinda what i talked about in the prev answer but i have to add horseriding for douglas obviously. no matter the weather he will hang out with the horsies but esp esp once they live on the little farm he’s gonna be up at the crack of dawn and take little mary for a ride. never to be seen again. (he’s back for dinner always.) cathy’s a little more lowkey obviously but she does like taking strolls at the park or whatever and always comes back with a Lot of flowers. and once again the garden. catch her tending to it and singing a little song like a disney princess.

[ask-mapletea]

*Y E E T*

Ok, now for an ask. So, Maple, if haven't been answered, what's something you hate about your job? And, what do you do in your free time? Outside of work or on break?

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Maple, palm, and rosewood 🍁

maple ➳ is there any good news you’ve gotten recently?

here's another one! my agent just sent me the pitch for my second novel, which we're going out on submission with THIS WEEK. i won't reveal everything, but the title we're working with is "Inside Story," and i've been describing it as if Detransition, Baby was about eating disorder bitches.

palm ➳ what is a milestone, goal or event you’re currently working towards?

answered, but i guess another one is 1) my full length poetry collection, which is coming out this coming march! and 2) the contract/publication of this novel :)

rosewood ➳ if money/time wasn’t an issue, what would you invest your energy in?

what i'm doing now: writing. teaching. researching. editing. except i wouldn't be having anxiety attacks over rent and health insurance :0)