#maybe a journey of self discovery even.

[irraddiated]

sillies. little cuties even

[teabutmakeitazure]

Found the blurbs I wrote and the worldbuilding I created in my google docs for a chrollo series and goddamn is it good must revisit this when i am out of assignment hell

[vimbry]

I never like the thing of speculating on celebrities' personal lives in any even somewhat public forum. I think, no matter what the reason, whether it comes from a well-intentioned place of shared experience or excitement over representation or what, treading close to the side of crafting headcanons and essentially fandomising actual people is a bit invasive, potentially harmful (see phandom), and - since no fan knows them personally - most probably incorrect, anyway. people are multifaceted and not as easy to read as fictional characters.

but something a lot of us totally do, and I think there's something quietly special about, is spotting patterns in what they Do choose to share, and privately thinking to yourself:

[kinnards]

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[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Gale x Tav Kissing Headcanons

A/N: The patch 6 announcement has me back on my bullshit. I know I write a lot for Astarion, but this stupid wizard has my heart too. Here’s to hoping we get to make out with him soon.

Gale’s kisses come in stages

Obviously for a long time he’s very concerned about the orb and getting too excited, as it were

Even after the orb is stabilized and you have your first night together, some part of him thinks he’s getting away with something

The kisses shared between you are fleeting, but tender

While he adores your lips, he’ll just as happily kiss your hand or the top of your head, really any place he can reach

He wants to stay, even if it’s just the barest kiss you can sense it pains him to pull away, but you have other things to do

If he pushes his luck, maybe you’ll be the one to pull away first; he knows he can be a bit…much

The longer your together, the less hesitant he is

All he really needs is for you to pull him back into a deeper kiss a few times in a row for him to get the message

Once he has your permission, it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off you

He still feels like he’s getting away with something, that at any second you’re going to realize he’s not enough or maybe the orb comes back or honestly just the daily dangers you have on your journey are going to tear you away, but instead of bracing for rejection, it just makes him hungry

He starts kissing you like it’s the end of the fucking world, but, in his defense, it kind of is

Even soft kisses come with hands cupping your face as he sharply inhaled your scent

He also can’t help but steal a few more, as if making up for lost time

Kisses after a fight are positively indecent

We already know he gets horny, but knowing he can touch you after makes him practically vibrate

He has enough self control to wait until your properly healed and back at camp, but not enough to wait until after you bath before he’s pulling your some place private and kissing the air right out of your lungs

That’s not to say every kiss leads to something more, only that he’s less reserved in putting all his love and adoration into every touch

He worships you, let him worship you

The feeling can be addicting, but it’s also something you might need to work on with him

Everybody wants to be loved, but being truly in love you need to be a partner, not a goddess on a pedestal

Your mortal and so is he, you don’t need worship, you just need him

And when he finally gets that into his thick skull you find him kissing you in all new ways

Without the threat of the Elder Brain or the crown, Gale finally feels like he has time

He still can’t keep his hands off you, but there is a warm security in it

He’s not afraid your going to pull away

He can kiss you slowly, savor the taste as he smiles against your lips

He can tease you and know you’ll just laugh and pull him back again

His finds he loves kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck as he simply holds you from behind for no other reason than because he can

Even when he finds himself distracted by grading papers or some new discovery, he’ll reach out for your hand, bringing it to his lips to make sure you know he knows your there

He starts to plan his mornings allowing for at least an extra fifteen minutes to get out of bed because how can he be expected to get anything done before he’s properly kissed you awake

Maybe things will teeter off later down the line, his colleagues have teased him more than once about the honeymoon phase

But even years down the line, he can’t see himself slowing down

Honestly the fact that it’s expected for people to be less in love with their spouse after their married is something he can’t find himself ever understanding (skill issue)

He doesn’t kiss you like it’s the end of the world, he kisses you like the world is going to keep on spinning, that time is going to keep moving forward and the best way he knows how to spend it is with you

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Creating Compelling Character Arcs: A Guide for Fiction Writers

As writers, one of our most important jobs is to craft characters that feel fully realized and three-dimensional. Great characters aren't just names on a page — they're complex beings with arcs that take them on profound journeys of change and growth. A compelling character arc can make the difference between a forgettable story and one that sticks with readers long after they've turned the final page.

Today, I'm going to walk you through the art of crafting character arcs that are as rich and multi-layered as the people you encounter in real life. Whether you're a first-time novelist or a seasoned storyteller, this guide will give you the tools to create character journeys that are equal parts meaningful and unforgettable.

What Is a Character Arc?

Before we go any further, let's make sure we're all on the same page about what a character arc actually is. In the most basic sense, a character arc refers to the internal journey a character undergoes over the course of a story. It's the path they travel, the obstacles they face, and the ways in which their beliefs, mindsets, and core selves evolve through the events of the narrative.

A character arc isn't just about what happens to a character on the outside. Sure, external conflict and plot developments play a major role — but the real meat of a character arc lies in how those external forces shape the character's internal landscape. Do their ideals get shattered? Is their worldview permanently altered? Do they have to confront harsh truths about themselves in order to grow?

The most resonant character arcs dig deep into these universal human experiences of struggle, self-discovery, and change. They mirror the journeys we all go through in our own lives, making characters feel powerfully relatable even in the most imaginative settings.

The Anatomy of an Effective Character Arc

Now that we understand what character arcs are, how do we actually construct one that feels authentic and impactful? Let's break down the key components:

The Inciting Incident

Every great character arc begins with a spark — something that disrupts the status quo of the character's life and sets them on an unexpected path. This inciting incident can take countless forms, be it the death of a loved one, a sudden loss of power or status, an epic betrayal, or a long-held dream finally becoming attainable.

Whatever shape it takes, the inciting incident needs to really shake the character's foundations and push them in a direction they wouldn't have gone otherwise. It opens up new struggles, questions, and internal conflicts that they'll have to grapple with over the course of the story.

Lies They Believe

Tied closely to the inciting incident are the core lies or limiting beliefs that have been holding your character back. Perhaps they've internalized society's body image expectations and believe they're unlovable. Maybe they grew up in poverty and are convinced that they'll never be able to escape that cyclical struggle.

Whatever these lies are, they'll inform how your character reacts and responds to the inciting incident. Their ingrained perceptions about themselves and the world will directly color their choices and emotional journeys — and the more visceral and specific these lies feel, the more compelling opportunities for growth your character will have.

The Struggle

With the stage set by the inciting incident and their deeply-held lies exposed, your character will then have to navigate a profound inner struggle that stems from this setup. This is where the real meat of the character arc takes place as they encounter obstacles, crises of faith, moral dilemmas, and other pivotal moments that start to reshape their core sense of self.

Importantly, this struggle shouldn't be a straight line from Point A to Point B. Just like in real life, people tend to take a messy, non-linear path when it comes to overcoming their limiting mindsets. They'll make progress, backslide into old habits, gain new awareness, then repeat the cycle. Mirroring this meandering but ever-deepening evolution is what makes a character arc feel authentic and relatable.

Moments of Truth

As your character wrestles with their internal demons and existential questions, you'll want to include potent Moments of Truth that shake them to their core. These are the climactic instances where they're forced to finally confront the lies they believe head-on. It could be a painful conversation that shatters their perception of someone they trusted. Or perhaps they realize the fatal flaw in their own logic after hitting a point of no return.

These Moments of Truth pack a visceral punch that catalyzes profound realizations within your character. They're the litmus tests where your protagonist either rises to the occasion and starts radically changing their mindset — or they fail, downing further into delusion or avoiding the insights they need to undergo a full transformation.

The Resolution

After enduring the long, tangled journey of their character arc, your protagonist will ideally arrive at a resolution that feels deeply cathartic and well-earned. This is where all of their struggle pays off and we see them evolve into a fundamentally different version of themselves, leaving their old limiting beliefs behind.

A successfully crafted resolution in a character arc shouldn't just arrive out of nowhere — it should feel completely organic based on everything they've experienced over the course of their thematic journey. We should be able to look back and see how all of the challenges they surmounted ultimately reshaped their perspective and led them to this new awakening. And while not every character needs to find total fulfillment, for an arc to feel truly complete, there needs to be a definitive sense that their internal struggle has reached a meaningful culmination.

Tips for Crafting Resonant Character Arcs

I know that was a lot of ground to cover, so let's recap a few key pointers to keep in mind as you start mapping out your own character's trajectories:

Get Specific With Backstory

To build a robust character arc, a deep understanding of your protagonist's backstory and psychology is indispensable. What childhood wounds do they carry? What belief systems were instilled in them from a young age? The more thoroughly you flesh out their history and inner workings, the more natural their arc will feel.

Strive For Nuance

One of the biggest pitfalls to avoid with character arcs is resorting to oversimplified clichés or unrealistic "redemption" stories. People are endlessly complex — your character's evolution should reflect that intricate messiness and nuance to feel grounded. Embrace moral grays, contradictions, and partial awakenings that upend expectations.

Make the External Match the Internal

While a character arc hinges on interior experiences, it's also crucial that the external plot events actively play a role in driving this inner journey. The inciting incident, the obstacles they face, the climactic Moments of Truth — all of these exterior occurrences should serve as narrative engines that force your character to continually reckon with themselves.

Dig Into Your Own Experiences

Finally, the best way to instill true authenticity into your character arcs is to draw deeply from the personal transformations you've gone through yourself. We all carry with us the scars, growth, and shattered illusions of our real-life arcs — use that raw honesty as fertile soil to birth characters whose journeys will resonate on a soulful level.

Happy Writing!

[bellestarot]

Pick a card

Their romantic fantasies about you 💜

♡ Take your time to choose.

︵‿︵‿︵ʚĭɞ‿︵‿︵‿

Pile I

This person fantasizes about being your Prince Charming. They imagine you with a broken heart, disillusioned with love, and them appearing out of nowhere to heal you and make you fall in love with them. They envision coming to you with an offer, giving you a gift, yet not knowing how to talk to you. This person creates dialogues in their head about how they should converse with you because they feel you have everything.

This person feels that even though you don’t have a relationship, they can see a bit of themselves in you. They think that both of you are individuals looking to write your own story alone on a journey of self-discovery, and it simply makes sense to them that you two would be together. They fantasize about showing you who they are. This person loves traveling, exploring new places, and has a deep connection with nature and other cultures. They dream of taking you to these places, traveling the world together, and leaving behind everything that hurt you.

This person is actively manifesting and wishing to be with you, hoping to make their fantasies come true. They believe that being with you would make everything else seem insignificant because they would have already achieved the most difficult thing. They have a strong desire to hug you. They think you must be a very adorable person and believe you look beautiful in dresses or more delicate, pastel-colored clothes. This person fantasizes about having a relationship with you one day, and who knows, maybe even getting married and having a house with a family.

Pile II

This person has many sexual fantasies about you. I think these fantasies are so impure that if you knew, you would be shocked at how much they imagine the two of you doing together.

They find you very beautiful. They also think your hair is incredibly beautiful. Perhaps some of you have blonde hair or it is dyed.

This person fantasies the two of you on the beach at night, talking and exchanging caresses. They watch you from afar, you know? Maybe on your social media, or maybe they know you in person.

They always find a way to check how you are doing.

This person is a bit uncertain, you know? I think there is a great degree of immaturity in them. While they want to be with you, treat you well, plan a family, plan a future, and win you over with words, kisses, and touches, they also want to break your heart. They want to make you suffer for them, for love, for this person.

They have this fantasy of making you happy, but at the same time, there is another side of this individual that wants to break your heart, want to make you chase after them. It’s a bit confusing how this person thinks.

Pile III

You and this person might be at a distance from each other, maybe you know each other through the internet, or perhaps you’ve drifted apart for other reasons. This person fantasizes about seeing you. They believe that in their fantasy, you would wait for them and reciprocate their feelings. This person thinks you are incredibly attractive and fantasizes about admiring you as a individual.

They really want you to meet in person soon, and this is their main fantasy. They wish they could touch you.

They want to have more intimacy with you and fantasize a lot about you having intimate moments together. They have sexual fantasies as well.

If you are a woman, they fantasizes about you being a mother, also they have this fantasy of you being married to them one day. This person fantasizes about having you in every way.

They think you are incredibly beautiful and attractive, your hair is very beautiful, the clothes you wear are very nice, but they also fantasize about you without clothes. Maybe they even dream about you.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

“What should we do about people who are clearly not straight but insist they are?”

Well, nothing. We do nothing about that. 

Don’t get me wrong, I understand the frustration. No matter if this is a situation where they have a full-on fling with you and still insist that they are straight, or if it’s your friend who jokes so often that she wishes she could just be a lesbian that you don’t really think it’s a joke anymore, or even if it’s a celebrity who talks about how they had experiences with women and men and then goes on to call themselves a straight ally - sometimes you just wanna grab someone by the shoulders and tell them they are clearly lying to themselves and/or are not aware bisexuality exists. 

There’s nothing wrong with that feeling. Especially if you yourself had a difficult time coming to terms with your sexuality, you may want to save others those years of confusion. And there ARE people who lie to themselves or are not aware bisexuality exists. 

But - and this is an important but - coming to a point where they are able and willing to come out to themselves? That’s a journey everyone needs to go on themselves. 

Maybe you look back and wish someone would’ve grabbed you by the shoulder and went “You are gay, accept it”. It’s a comforting fantasy but in real life you can’t force an epiphany of self-discovery like that. You can’t have their epiphany for them. You can offer an open ear and share some information with them if (and only if!) they ask you for advice - but that’s all you can do. 

Next to “You can’t force an internal coming-out on someone who isn’t ready to have one yet”, there’s also another important point we need to consider here: It’s not our place or business to do anything about it. 

Maybe you feel like you see “all the signs” in that person, but it’s not your call to make. You don’t live their life, you can’t decide how they feel or how they want to label it. 

You can’t force a label on someone, and that goes both ways. You can’t tell a gay person they are actually straight, but you also can’t tell a straight person they are actually gay. Experiences do not always equal attraction, sexuality is a complex spectrum and feelings are messy anyway. 

This is of course especially hard to accept if there are feelings involved on your part, for example in that “making out with you at parties and then going home to their heterosexual partner” scenario. You may tell yourself you just need to wait until they are ready to come out as gay and then they’ll want to be with you for real - but that journey we talked about, that may also just end in the realization that, yep, they are straight. Questioning your sexuality, or even experimenting with it, doesn’t always end in a coming-out as gay/bi. 

With all that said, it really boils down to this: 

You can generally(!) advocate for things that make the journey easier for people to go on (for example more accessible education on sexuality). But when it comes to any one specific person, you don’t do anything - unless they explicitly ask you to. 

You can listen if they want to talk about any confusion they may feel regarding their sexuality, you can offer information and support if they ask you for help in figuring it out. But if they are not asking for help, you just accept they are on their own journey and know themselves best. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[theminecraftbee]

you know it's INTERESTING to look back at the double life soulmate pairs and see how they're doing now, relationship-wise, because that experience shaped every soulmate pair differently, i think:

ren and bigb i'll put first on account of "we have no idea since ren hasn't been in the series since double life". when will our doggy come back from the war.......

grian and scar are... grian and scar, the soulbond alone is only part of everything going on there. i think being FORCED to team shaped them a bit into being a little/lot more stable in their relationship with each other in limited life and secret life, as well as maybe taught them a bit about each other's limits. i am... honestly not a desert duo guy there are people who can do the analysis of the soulmate bond's impact on them WAY better than me but. it's part of their overall arc, you know?

martyn and cleo are fun. they both are still clearly CLOSE but they are also both still clearly mistrustful and angry at each other! they have this whole "the only one who can kill you is me" dynamic going on between each other that's very fun. i think being soulmates... obviously they were one half of divorce quartet and the resentment of being forced together did some stuff to that relationship. but i think maybe it also sort of gave them something that they appreciate about each other as well? and they DO care, despite everything. (i could GO INTO THIS LET ME TELL YOU.) so like, they aren't close friends or anything, but they Know Each Other now. and that's a fun dynamic.

impulse and bdubs are funny because i think their bond both did and didn't shape them. the thing is, like desert duo, their soulbond is only one step in their journey, the one that ARGUABLY only settled out in limlife after impulse permakilled bdubs. (note that this is the first series where bdubs hasn't gotten a clock! he is FINALLY PAST that one relationship!) that said i think being each other's ridiculously happy married couple did something to impulse specifically, actually. i think it sort of confused and solidified the grudge and it also like, showed him the almost-happy-loyalty that he wanted in the world. i think these days impulse, at least, has a different idea of 'loyalty' and 'betrayal' thanks to that. and bdubs... i think it's relevant that despite bdubs intentionally CONSTANTLY THROWING UP BETRAYAL FLAGS, he never actually did it. and i don't think he ever actually would. but in terms of their relationship to EACH OTHER? the soulbond was, yeah, only one step in how that arc went.

scott and pearl are... interesting. it's funny; for one of the single most consequential soulbonds in double life, it like... mostly hasn't come up again in their relationship? part of this i think is that pearl's LONELINESS had more of an impact on her than anything scott specifically did, and scott choosing had more of an impact on him. so to each other they're mostly... normal? both a bit mistrustful but like... normal? it's in the ways they act with other people that this experience shaped them, i think; i could say something about scott's next major relationship being mean gills, and the way pearl is only now learning to be a part of a team that cares again. also, pearl's discovery of her bloodlust. that kind of happened in last life to be fair, but it's relevant,

jimmy and tango are surprisingly simple because they were one of the most stable and normal soulmate pairs, lol. they're each other's ranchers! they're still friendly to each other even when their teams are on opposite sides! i think having one relationship where he was the more self-assured one was nice for jimmy and tango having a guy who, rather like skizz, was never going to point out much when tango screwed up on account of Pot Meet Kettle was nice for him, and they both know it was nice. they both get more into the teasing now that they know each other better--a big part of the early ranchers dynamic is that they Did Not Know Each Other but now that they DO it's starting to settle into something shaped more like the kinds of relationships both tango and jimmy tend to have (and they are BOTH the kinds of people to have a lot of friendly mocking in their relationships i wouldn't be surprised if that gets Even More in the future)--but i think out of everyone they probably remember the soulmates thing the most fondly, given the degree to which they are still Buddies.

etho and joel are... good lord the boat boys. on the one hand: clearly they both still enjoy pointing out that the boat boys happened. joel gets... weirdly jealous of other people hanging out with etho? on the OTHER hand they seem determined to murder each other so so so bad. i like to think that their soulbond is a thing they look back on fondly from this but ALSO they both have such weird commitment hangups and bloodlust that maybe the fact they want to kill each other SO BADLY was inevitable. also interesting, though, is how much of this bloodlust comes from etho, given that normally you'd expect joel's relationships to go the other way. what i THINK is happening is that joel still feels a lot of loyalty towards the boat boys somewhere in his head (hence the jealousy and not typically being the one to lash out), whereas etho thinks of it as largely Done and Past, but thinks of it fondly--hence bringing it up every time he has to kill joel, and also the weird tendency to gravitate towards joel specifically. I DON'T KNOW MAN I WOULDN'T HAVE PREDICTED BEFORE LIMLIFE THAT BOAT BOYS WOULD BE THE SOULMATE PAIR THAT WERE WEIRDEST ABOUT EACH OTHER BUT HERE WE ARE,

anyway i just think it's funny to look back on the various soulbonds and realize which ones have had a big impact on sticking around and which ones haven't, you know?

[jane-alma]

Writing advice for new writers

Some things that I wished I had been told when I started writing <3

1. Read, read, read:

Immerse yourself in the works of established authors across various genres. Reading not only exposes you to different writing styles and techniques but also helps you understand the fundamentals of storytelling. It broadens your vocabulary, sparks your imagination, and inspires your own writing.

2. Write regularly:

Make writing a habit. Set aside dedicated time each day or week to write, even if it's just for a short period. Consistency is key to improving your skills and developing your unique voice. Practice, experiment, and don't be afraid to make mistakes – it's all part of the learning process.

3. Embrace the editing process:

Writing is rewriting. Understand that your first draft is just the beginning. Editing and revising are crucial steps that transform your work into its best version. Be open to constructive feedback, whether from friends, writing groups, or professionals. Embrace the opportunity to refine your ideas, strengthen your prose, and polish your storytelling.

4. Find your writing environment:

Discover the environment in which you feel most comfortable and creative. Experiment with different settings, and create a space that inspires and motivates you to write. Surround yourself with objects, images, or music that enhance your creativity.

5. Explore different genres and styles:

Don't limit yourself to a single genre or writing style. Experiment with different forms of writing – from short stories to poetry, fiction to non-fiction. Trying new genres and styles challenges you as a writer, expands your skills. I also find this really helpful If I feel stuck in a project. Whenever I feel really stuck, I like to open a new document, or even get a pen and some paper and just write something completely different. It might just be a silly little poem, or maybe I’ll just write down what I’ve been doing that day. Just something to get out of my head, and then I can get back to my project with a clearer mind.

6. Write what you love:

Write about topics that genuinely interest and excite you. When you're passionate about your subject matter, your enthusiasm will shine through in your writing. Whether it's fantasy, romance, history, or science fiction, let your love for the topic fuel your creativity and captivate your readers.

7. Trust your voice:

Each writer has a unique voice, perspective, and story to tell. Embrace your individuality and trust your instincts. Don't compare yourself to others or try to imitate someone else's style. Your voice is what sets you apart and makes your writing authentic.

8. Enjoy the process:

Above all, enjoy the process of writing. Writing is a creative outlet, a form of self-expression, and a journey of self-discovery. Embrace the ups and downs, the challenges and triumphs, and savor the joy of bringing your ideas to life through words.

And most importantly of all: Remember, every writer starts somewhere, and like any other craft, it takes time, practice and dedication. Happy writing y’all! <3

[gazeofseer]

Soul Connection💙

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'Love is too much glorified to ones dream

And quite petrified to savor it in life.........

Before you give up I want you to give in..

To your soul and find the other end of the

String that aches, arches, and embeds

you every night wondering

If there is no one for me what is this

love mourning for then..?'

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Pick A Image

And let your heart guide you allow that feeling to stir out and take you in the message calling upon you ;

Image.1

Best Friends, Platonic, Caring, Values, Spouse, Wrong Place with the Right Person

Message : The soul of yours is on a journey, of self discovery be it understanding what you truly want and need as an soul through life of human, to knowing it later after many lessons down the line that makes you see all the wrong things first and then things awaits on you to be corrected,

The connection you have is a Platonic one in this lifetime above mentioned are the forms you might have already met them or they are quite close but there is a wall of strangeness in between or a veil of unknown who is yet to arrive they are important part of your journey this makes you sad to not love like others, settle like others, but you are not one of them right? You are here for different things..they would be one of your greatest chapters that makes you worth the go towards the next.

Even if there is a separation it will be quite endearing and worth it. Because they would still wish the best from afar for you.

'Maybe love was about a moment of relief for the one who was on a quest of the living'

- S ✍🏽☘️

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Karmic Bond, Purpose, Intent, Contract, Redemption, Salvation

Message : The dreams can weigh at times to, even if things seems enraging you hold it well behind a smile that a moment of ignorance and you would disappear amidst of the crowd to find your corner, comfort, of space where you shed all your emotions into a flow of thoughts that keeps you under greys before it rains.

There is a ache in your abdominal or chest, or a heavy guilt of feeling sorry towards something I am not able to see what exactly as I see you even feel hard to speak up like two Gulps down you take and sigh of eye rolls you go after doing any kinds of talk, your soul has a karmic bond it can be anyone in your family, but I see more in your social and friends group maybe even a colleague or romantic person, there is so much gloom, blues, and black here, a contract of hurt has begun that needs to be redeemed by the one who did to set the other person free with that state of feeling.

It will be really quite peaceful, refreshing yet painful as this heaviness will set both of your souls to move ahead in your life journey without holding anything back that can drown you at any time.

Timeline is near to 2-3 years it seems to be near the end by this year or next year's july.. monsoon is prominent and winter too.

The beauty of life is, there can be an end to whatever happens within it, but beautiful things hurt too badly like love

- S ♥️

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Twin flame, Reflection, Transcend, Frequency, Attune, Trance, Mirror

Message : The idea or myth has a say that karma mirrors when it comes to twin flame but the reality has always been different and distinctive, You imbibe each other's nature timely..if you drink coffee now they might be having tea..

But the very same evening there will be a swap and you would wonder why did chose this when I am a specific this person; is how mirroring situations occurs in between you and your twin flame, I see you don't like to be too stereotypically girl but you have your own way to carry femininity same goes for masculinity,

To find a balance between the frequency of your energy will bring the space of mirrors into existence your twin flame is also seeking you the dreams you had about someone's safe touch but you have never been touched a dagger slashing something into two, all this is a sign of confirmation.

You will meet them when everything is balanced and attuned like a manifestation this entirely depends on how is your energy, divine timing, purpose, frequency, and attuning of your souls.

We exist under the same sky sharing the same breath, the day we will meet what exchanges is the trance of our being till date gets seen, heard and felt a dream come true.

- S🌊

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Soulmates, Inner Knowing, Fidelity, Longing

Message : Everything speaks to you about love, hope and light no matter how much dark and cold things around may get there is warmth within, it is the longing towards your soulmate every songs remind you of the visions that you could possibly have with them not the delusions but the kisses on cheeks leaves a smile on your face by now for real as if you felt it happen for real but it is yet to.

I see you are quite pure at heart to see shades and imposters which makes you get influenced at a flinch but god's grace you deal with things very well that even through a mishap you come out like a boon.

It is a part and parcel of the growth towards enlightenment but just be cautious in case things can snap at you anytime even if you are ready for a war no need to invite one to prove everytime that you can do it. trust me this is from your soul mate you keep hurting yourself and they feel really helpless right now to not be able to help you through, so just let go of conflicts if it is around ignore..dodge deal it with grace or address it collectively instead of going and reacting rashly on your own.

To look feel and experience one's soul all you need is love inside your heart's core to connect beyond all the veils of falls and lows, that elevates you heightens you through grounding your roots of existence deeply in each other's heart through foot imprints.

- S🩷

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[cursedlovesstuff]

Fixing Us. Part 1.

Y/N found herself stuck in a relentless routine.

Each passing day seemed to blur into the next, a disheartening repetition of Nat's absence and Y/N's solitary dinners.

As the hours ticked by, Y/N couldn't shake the gnawing suspicion that Nat's late nights were more than just work obligations.

Despite her longing for connection, Y/N's attempts to bridge the growing chasm between her and Nat fell on deaf ears.

The once vibrant bond they shared now felt like a distant memory, leaving Y/N feeling adrift in a sea of loneliness.

Determined to reclaim her sense of self-worth, Y/N went out on a journey of self-discovery.

Early morning jogs and a part-time job designing clothes provided a temporary distraction, but it was the tattoos that became her solace.

Venturing out with friends offered a fleeting escape from the monotony of her daily life.

Tonight was one of these nights where Y/N met Carol.

There was something familiar about her, a warmth that drew Y/N in like a moth to a flame.

Y/N was sitting at the bar watching others dance while stirring her drink with her straw.

"Do you usually come to bars just to watch others dance?" a voice says, making Y/N look up, shaking her head.

"I thought this was a lounge," Y/N says, smiling a bit.

"It's both," Carol says, putting her hand out for Y/N to shake while saying her name.

"Carol."

Y/N looks at Carol's hand before shaking it, saying, "Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you again, Y/N."

"Likewise."

The pair had met before a few times at some old work events and ran into each other a few weeks ago at this same lounge.

"I don't want to sound rude, but you used to work at SHIELD, right?" Carol asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I did. But I left a few years ago," she replied, her voice tinged with regret.

"Why did you leave?"

"I wanted to start a new chapter of my life, and it just wasn't the right fit anymore."

Carol's gaze lingered on Y/N, a silent understanding passing between them. "I can imagine it must have been a difficult decision," she remarked, her tone sympathetic.

Y/N shrugged, a pang of longing tugging at her heart. "It was. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love, even if they aren't willing to do the same for you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carol nodded, understanding. As it got a bit quiet, Y/N said, "So what brings the great Captain Marvel here?"

"So you do know who I am," Carol replied, amused.

"Maybe."

"How come you never spoke?"

"I was shy and newlywed. My main focus was on work and getting home to my wife. I didn't have time back then."

"Wife, huh?"

"Natasha," Y/N says, taking a sip of her drink.

"Nat's married?" Carol asks, a bit shocked.

"Surprisingly yes, but she seems to forget that a lot."

"Just to be clear, you mean Romanoff, right? And you're still married?" Carol questions.

"Four years," Y/N says, halfway flashing her ring before saying, "probably not for much longer anyway."

Carol notices Y/N's mood change before asking Y/N if she would like to dance. Y/N is hesitant before she says yes, gently grasping the hand Carol put out for her to grab as she pulled her to the dance floor.

As carol pulled y/n through the crowd of sweety bodys they found themselves in the middle of the dance floor.

"Do you know this song?" Carol asks to which y/n shakes her head no.

"Iv never heard it"

"Good just let your body move to the beat follow me".

There wasn't any rush or anything; the two were just having fun like only friends. Carol even spun Y/N a few times. The time seemed to fly by; what only felt like an hour of dancing turned out to be three as the two made their way back to the bar to get some water. They arrived at the same time as Nat.

"Y/N," Nat asks, surprised to see her wife.

"Hi, Nat," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Nat's gaze flickered between Y/N and Carol, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes before she turned her attention back to Y/N. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, though her heart raced with apprehension. "Just out for a drink with friends," she replied, her eyes darting between Nat and Carol.

"Where are your friends?" Nat asked, slightly looking around.

"Lilly went home, and Esther is still dancing, so I'm with my new friend Carol," Y/N answered back.

"I didn't know you were friends with Carol," Nat said.

"You don't know all my friends," Y/N responded.

Nat didn't take Y/N's nonchalant yet sassy tone lightly.

"Then why are you at a bar you hate bars and clubs"

"Its also a lounge" y/n says.

"Its both"carol says making y/n smile as she turned her head to look at carol. Nat noticed this and she didn't like it.

As she eyed carol she gently grabbed Y/N's cup out of her hand, sitting it down, and grabbing Y/N's hand before looking at Carol.

"Excuse me; I think it's time my wife and I head home."

Before Y/N or Carol could say anything, Nat practically dragged Y/N to the front door, only being able to give Carol an apologetic look as she and Nat made it to the front of the bar but stopped at a table.

"Sorry I have to leave early,theres something y/n and i need to discuss"

As the team looks at Y/N, saying their hi's.

"You look beautiful, Lady Y/N," Thor says, making Y/N smile a bit while saying thank you

"Are you sure you don't want to stay drinks are on me" tony says as everyone at the table cheers.

"Yeah you guys should totally stay"carol says, which makes Nat only drag Y/N along further out of the bar after saying they couldnt towards the car.

Halfway there, Y/N finally gets out of Nat's grip.

"What is wrong with you, Nat, dragging me out of the bar like a psychopath?"

"What is wrong with Y/N being out this late at night by yourself?"

"I wasn't by myself."

"You know what I mean; I'm taking you home. End of discussion," Nat says, raising her voice a bit.

"No," Y/N says finally putting her foot down.

"What did you just say?" Nat asks.

"I said no," Y/N said before saying, "I'm going to go back into that bar and order me another shot and then another, and I'm going to have fun".

"You can have fun tomorrow when its bright outside and there are less drunk people there"

"I can protect myself natasha"

"Can you? Can you really because its been four years since you were an agent and had any type of training"

"Yeah and whos fault is that because it's not mine"

"What"

"You heard me your Your the reason that i quit being an agent your the reason why i havent trained in four years"

"because you got hurt on a mission,due to not being able to tell friend from foe"nat says making y/n scoff.

"Im perfectly capable from telling friends from foe"

"Then can you tell if carol your friend or just someone who wants to sleep with you"nat says without thinking making y/n feel hurt.

"What i can tell is that your being a dick,just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one"

Y/n says walking backwards towards the bar saying"You can go home by yourself."y/n says turning around and walking towards the bar.

Its not long after she hears nat say" I'm going home, you're coming with me."

Before y/n knew it she was lifted off of her feet and thrown over someone's shoulder,nats shoulder.

Y/N truly forgot how strong nat was well...is.

"Put me down natasha"

Y/n says smacking nats back trying to get her to let go,but nat dosen't respond to it.

So y/n smacks nats back and butt harder in response nat hit y/n's butt hard enough to make her yelp and jump.

Nat tightens her grip so that she doesn't drop y/n,but there is no doubt that it will leave a mark in the morning.

"That isn't very nice is it?"nat asks but y/n doesn't respond she only continues to try and get out of nats grip.

Eventually y/n gives up realizing there is nothing she can do to get nat to let go.

Nat carries Y/N to the car, gently putting her down in the front seat, buckling her seat belt.

Before slamming the front door and walking around and getting in and closing the door.

[fics-n-stuff]

Today on my dash I have been seeing alot of posts about Spider being demisexual, which yes I agree, but I just saw some comments about a little overlap in storylines between him and Ca$h and OH MY GOD I NEED IT!!

Picture the scene: season 3 Spider on a journey of self improvement and self discovery, offhandedly hears something about the asexuality spectrum and actually takes in that information for the first time and what that might mean for him. All this time he's been feeling "betrayed by [his] dick" (the note he buried in the feelings pit) but now he realises that maybe he just doesn't understand. So he goes to the only acespec person he knows: Ca$h.

Imagine the two of them engaging in this deep, probably quite awkward, conversation about sexual attraction vs romantic attraction, libido/sex drive, the social stigma of being acespec and internalised acephobia. I mean, this could be a mutually beneficial exchange too because Ca$h, despite being accepting of his own sexuality, is going through a really rough time reckoning with what that really means for him in terms of a relationship - specifically with Darren - and he has a lot to unpack and work through there and being able to talk it through with someone could really help. They might even finally say the word asexual.

I just feel like there's so much potential here. I have faith in the HBH writers that the demisexual coding of Spider was intentional (and even if it wasn't at first that they will hopefully seize the opportunity to make it intentional) and I think there are so many cool ways this could go in terms of character development.

[soc69]

Erasermic family general hcs:

- when shinsou has bad dreams or intrusive memories of his time in the system it’s hizashi he goes to, not shouta, because even though hizashi was only in the system a short while he understands what Hitoshi went through and how it feels to be abandoned and not know what to do with all the emotions that comes with it.

- eri used to be terrified on present mic. Not of Yamada hizashi, the sweet guy who signs as he talks and makes her chamomile tea when she can’t sleep, but of present mic who looks like a huge flightless bird and squaks weird slang all the time. The fear was fixed when she saw hizashi undergoing the transformation process one day.

- hizashi and shinsou have developed their own ‘sign slang’. As the ones who’ve used it most throughout their lives and with someone new to try it out with they started making their own signs for internet catch phrases and swear words and it pisses Aizawa off so much that he’s left out of the loop. This, in turn, only further encourages shinsou and hizashi to the point where half the time they’re not even making sense to each other but just gesturing randomly whenever shoutas around to piss him off.

- I’m pretty sure it’s canon that hizashi has, like, no nostrils (or maybe really really small ones) on account of his quirk as stoping airflow through your nose means you can make louder vocalisations, so, although everyone thinks mic would be the only one who can cook between him and Aizawa, the two of the basically function as two halves of the same idiot in the kitchen. Since your sense of smell makes up about 70% of your taste buds, despite hizashi enjoying cooking and be able to follow a recipe, without shouta there to taste test, hizashi’s cooking becomes absolutely repulsive and he has no idea. Shouta on the other hand, is perfectly capable of cooking but just refuses to learn because he thinks the system they have worked out now is perfectly functional.

- the first time hizashi is left to cook for Hitoshi alone during one of his early visits, he suffers such a culinary disaster since shouta wasn’t there to supervise. Mic makes sure to tell Hitoshi to tell him if it’s nice or not but the kid is far too polite for that and struggles through 2/3 of the meal that is somehow both sour and salty while also being so fucking spicy that Hitoshi thinks his ears are bleeding before Aizawa comes home and picks something off hizashis plate and immediately tells mic it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever made and throwing out the entire meal. Hitoshi is absolutely flabbergasted, tears streaming, nose running, throat retching, as yamada and Aizawa both ask him why the fuck he didn’t say something.

- mic likes pretty much every type of music and has sampled practically every genre ever made and since eri has never had the chance to develop her own taste, he takes her on the axact same journey of self discovery. Eri ends up very similar to mic in that she likes a lot of different things but her absolute favourite genre ends up being ‘kawaii metal’ which mic and Hitoshi both find hilarious and let her play it all the time which Aizawa (who only ever listens to brown noise) absolutely fucking hates.

- Aizawa can’t drive. Like at all. He never learnt, never even took any lessons, never had any interest in it. Mic is older than him by a few months and got his lisence super quick and after that Aizawa decided he would never need to learn because he would always have hizashi to chauffeur him around.

- mic doesn’t get angry much so everyone thinks shouta is the scary one but the more you get to know Aizawa the more of a softy he becomes. Mic, on the other hand, is fucking terrifying when you piss him off. Hitoshi and eri have only ever seen it once when some bitch from Hitoshi’s old home ran into them and got mouthy. He’s the quiet anger type that just just radiates insane unpresidented rage and Aizawa finds it incredibly sexy.

- eri is the kind of kid who collects bugs from the garden and spends hours watching them crawl over her hands in absolute amazement because she’s never seen so many of them before. As we all know, mic is terrified of bugs, but eri did not know this until she invited all her little creepy crawly friends into the house for move night. Cue them all cuddled up on the couch one day when mic feels something crawling over his legs. At first he thinks it’s Aizawa as his legs draped over his lap and tells him to cut it out and Aizawa is like ‘huh?’, looks down, and sees the fattest, juiciest cockroach ever on yamadas leg. Aizawa, who also doesn’t really like bugs all that much, is like “zashi, do not fucking move” and eri catches on, turns around and is like “oh! Patrick is here” which makes mic finally notice and release the most deafening scream ever and jumps five ft into the air which knocks a sleeping Hitoshi to the floor who wakes up face to face with a massive fucking spider and joins yamada in the screaming match while Aizawa is using his quirk on mic so none of them go deaf while climbing the furniture to avoid all the bugs and screaming for everyone to calm down in an uncharacteristically high voice while eri just sits on the floor amongst the chaos like “I just wanted you guys to meet my friends”. The house gets fumigated after that.

[raayllum]

Anyway borrowing from the Rayllum relevant sections of my "arc 2 is about the pursuit of knowledge / knowledge as a burden" meta for s4 and s5 (minimized/condensed text is from previous meta) let's talk about S6

Season four in a lot of ways was the journey of

Mutual Love as Self Actualization: Part 1 — Uncertainty to Certainty (S4)

As previously noted, Callum starts out S4 at both a loss with the mirror, and still coping with the uncertainty and stagnation of his loss of Rayla. When Ezran reaffirms that Callum still loves her, all Callum can helplessly rely that he doesn’t “even know if she’s alive.” Things don’t really improve once Rayla shows up, either, even if we see the persistent thread of not knowing vs knowing being knit throughout their arc with one another.

When Ezran is trying to get Callum and Rayla to work together, he doesn’t tell them to set everything aside, or even harkens back to their good old days. He asserts their identities and says, “Don’t you remember who you are?” because to him — and evidently to Callum and Rayla, because it works — working together and helping each other has become a fundamental, core part of who they are as individuals. They are that interwoven with each other, and Rayla reflects that in 4x07 with, “Callum, you’re the 'destiny is a book you write yourself’ guy. No one can control you or make your choices for you” as well as what Callum offers up to her in 4x09 where we see the turning point in their prior uncertainty. Although they’ve both changed, they are fundamentally still the same people they were when they fell in love, and there is both comfort, sadness, and acceptance in that realization, where Callum says:

Mutual Love as Self Actualization: Part 2 — Certainty and Discovery (S5)

Upon reconciling once Callum has said what we knew all along — “I’m so glad you come back” — Callum and Rayla return to the castle, and their searches for knowledge become arguably more explicitly stated by the text. Their first scene together in 5x01 establishes that Callum wants to know the Ocean arcanum (“I thought it would be about controlling the tides or fighting the currents” thereby exerting control, which he desperately wants over himself post-S4) as well as Aaravos, whereas Rayla is seeking answers about her family: “If I can figure out how he put you into the cursed coins, maybe I can find a way to get you out.”

This is, of course, something we know she doesn’t trust Callum with yet, not wanting to burden him with her problems especially before she’s reached her own conclusion of what to do about it (to delay it for the good of the world) and we see that the certainty and forgiveness Callum found in 4x09 has more than carried over.

Opeli: Don’t you want to know what she was up to? Why she did all this?

And although very uncertain about opening up, Rayla still expresses certainty that she knows Callum could and can be there for her, if he wants to be — if he’s ready to be.

This is, after all, with both Amaya’s encouragement and Callum’s reassurance that 1) “You can tell me when you’re ready” and that 2) he does want to know from 5x01. Then, we see both their arcs in this way largely — or at least they would, in a perfect world — be resolved in many ways by their interaction later in 5x04:

Previously, we’ve mostly talked about knowledge, especially within the text of the show, as a positive thing. It is the foundational rock of a strong relationship, it can lead to positive self actualization, and it helps the heroes keep Aaravos from being unleashed. When you do not have enough knowledge or perceived understanding of someone (Claudia assumes Soren could never understand her, and Viren and Harrow’s relationship breakdown), your relationship accordingly deteriorates. When you share knowledge, and share experiences (Rayla to Callum about the coins, Soren to Elmer about abusive cycles), you can become stronger together.

But knowledge is not exclusively a good thing. It can also be harmful, or unwanted, or unwanted precisely because it’s harmful. It can bind you to deals or bonds you don’t really want, and once you know something, you cannot un-know it, whether about yourself or about others. And we see this most plainly in the story Archmage Akiyu shares about the prison ("I knew too much").

So if S4 is about beginning to navigate both in spite of and within uncertainty, S5 is about having the safety of that uncertainty stripped away, both in creating more of it, and in removing some of it. Namely, the Ocean arcanum.

He chased the Ocean arcanum because he thought, if Sky granted him potential and freedom, then Ocean would grant him control, but the truth was more complicated than that. While it did grant him control (the ability to break free from Finnegrin’s spell), it also granted him a rather hard truth he’d rather not know.

The first time he cites his poem about true tides and untold deaths, he is talking about his faith and trust in Rayla — the way he views her: “If she didn’t tell me, she has a good reason. […] I trust her. Unconditionally.”

The second time he recites the poem, it is about himself. The untold depths are within himself, are parts he is still trying to understand in full because they are uncomfortable truths. In many ways, Callum unlocking the Ocean arcanum is his version of Ezran’s 4x03 speech (see how we looped all the way back? 'Totally’ intentional I swear), that multiple things can be, and sort of have to be, true in order to gain new ground, even if there’s a part of you that wishes it could be simple.

Season six develops this theme, too, but it takes it and calls it Truth, and we see this reflected most notably in 6x06.

Mutual Love as Self Actualization: Part 3 — Certainty and Salvation (S6)

In season six, we see Callum build upon this certainty with Rayla by the way he remains emotionally open with her about his hopes and fears. After his 6x01 nightmare freaks him out, he runs right to her to receive support; when the guilt and fear gnaws at him in 6x03, he tells her the truth of what he did on Finnegrin's ship.

While the obvious facet of knowledge (truth) and salvation here is in 6x06, I also like to think it starts an episode earlier in 6x05. Callum wants to go along with the mission because he knows the quasar diamonds will be what they get in exchange whereas Rayla goes along with it because he's pushing for it (and well, helping people is always nice).

However, where Callum believes that the icy beast they seemingly have to slay is a monster, Rayla believes differently and hedges her bets on what she knows.

This is a great mini turning point in season six for a few reasons. For one, it merges the idea of truth and knowledge into one ("I know it's true") as well as emphasizing the concept of knowing something in your heart, which 6x06 will build on of "dark magic tears a hole in your spirit/heart that light can fill". It also clearly ties back to something that Callum knows he knows, which is that he trusts Rayla unconditionally (5x01). So he goes with it.

When Rayla does reach out to the behemoth, it's with more facets of knowledge: "I know you're in pain. I don't want to hurt you...", knowing the creature's name and the stories ("I know who you are"), and even in her lullaby:

(We'll come back to the lullaby for 6x06's relevancy as well). Once Rayla's kindness and compassion gets through, of her knowledge and seeing the truth of Esmeray's pain much like Ezran saw Zubeia's ("and the truth of you seeing that made it feel like less, like healing"), we return to how well Callum knows her and his knowledge about the trial ("You knew this was the reward"):

If I'd told you, you would've refused to go, because you never do anything for yourself.

To love someone is to know them, and to know them is (in these cases) to develop love for them. The same way that Rayla brings Runaan out of his grief and guilt induced darkness in 6x09 ("I'm your daughter and I love you") and recognizes the grief and guilt plaguing Esmeray, likewise, she represents and is Love to Callum.

He's gone from being uncertain about her survival, about expressing his love, all the way to looking to her for support and direction about the trials set before him:

Kosmo: Dark magic left a hole in you, but the Star-truth ritual can fill the darkness with light. [...] You must search your mind and heart for your one deep truth, the star within you. Then you must let that truth shine and fill the darkness. Callum: One deep truth, huh? Kosmo: Your deepest truth. [...] You must find the star within you, the one deep truth so bright it can fill the darkness.

As know, Callum's trial is still a struggle for him at first. But luckily Rayla's lullaby also foreshadowed the principle of looking inward rather than outward, too, and precisely what kind of answer and truth Callum is going to find.

Callum: I found my one truth.

His truth, his knowledge, his constant, his light... is love, his love, for Rayla and from Rayla. At the end of 6x06 in many ways, Callum is at his most self-actualized, freed from the taint of dark magic and paranoia about Aaravos' control... saved and allowed to become the best version of himself, a bright shining light. A star in his own right. Which is likewise why he expresses his truth before the episode is done. He did dark magic for her, but she's so much more than just darkness or desperation or sadness for him; she's light and hope and Love, too. She's his Constant, Deepest Truth. She's everything.

It's taken two and a half seasons, but he's ready to do more than just know it. He's ready to say it.

So he does.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi I was wondering if I could request ✨ where Donna and reader already have a child that’s already maybe 5 or more? and they keep bringing up and begging about having a sibling so one night Donna takes matter into her own hand a.k.a smut…

g!p Donna please? 🙏

hopefully this didn’t make you uncomfortable 😭 and I hope you have a wonderful day 💕☀️

Yessss!!!!! Thank you for your request!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Wishes

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff…

Word count: 6,071

Summary:  Your daughter wants someone to play with...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Let's see... What is two plus two?” you asked, sitting on the wooden floor, with your daughter's innocent smile adorning that boring winter afternoon.

“Quattro!” the girl squealed, happy to know the answer. You frowned but sighed contentedly, nodding.

“Yes, okay, very good, Valentina,” you said in a soft voice, making the girl jump for joy. “Four…”

“And three plus three is six,” she added, doing the math with her fingers, causing you to look surprised.

“Whoa, whoa, someone's been doing homework...” you joked.

“Yes, because I want more sweets,” your daughter said, revealing the true intentions of that extra effort.

“Well, I think you've earned them today, darling,” you said, closing the small exercise book when the front door sounded. “Who is it, Valentina?”

“Mamma!”  Valentina squealed, excited to hear her mother entering the house.

If someone told you five years ago that you, a villager by birth, who spent without pain or glory in that sinister place, had managed to be happy, to form a family with one of the fearsome shadows that dominated the village, you would surely want to know what prohibited substance had ingested.

But as if fate had wanted to have fun at your expense, it made you work as a gardener, but not just any gardener, a gardener for the most shadowy and mysterious Lord, Donna Beneviento.

Love, just as you believed, was possible even in the darkest places. Well, saying that in a place like this was not very specific but, as time went by, with the continuous vision of that mourning figure near you, you understood that the darkness was just an illusion.

Sick, self-conscious, closed in on herself, Donna didn't seem to want any kind of contact with you, or that was what her few words, her slow walk, the looks you were unable to see through that black veil, implied.

Little by little, like the sun that rises at dawn, that timid closeness became a journey of discovery, of understanding, of unbearable attraction towards the lady in black, towards her voice, towards her gestures...

At first you may have believed that if she had feelings for you, she could also have feelings for anyone who had gotten close enough. Your own insecurities disappeared the moment you saw her face. A beautiful face, damaged but beautiful, a bright, dazzling eye, soft features of a lonely woman, a woman who needed love.

The kisses didn't take long to arrive, but the love had been there for a long time. Everything was new for her, and for you. Together, you discovered everything that to love someone meant. Sorrows, joys, tears, smiles, it was an eventful trip, but one that you would repeat without thinking about it. Not even the vague excuse of a change in her body when Mother Miranda made her be a Lord was enough to make you want to walk away, quite the opposite.

Months, years passed, and nothing could improve, nothing, until after a while feeling sick, you discovered you were pregnant. Maybe hasty news, you thought you were too young, that you wouldn't be able to face something like that. As if the world had turned upside down, it was Donna who helped you realize that there was no happier news for her. You would be a family, a real one, what both you and she longed for in the bottom of your hearts.

Valentina Beneviento, now five and a half years old, was the only light missing in your life, an insurance that reminded you the darkness would never return.

“Mommy, mommy!” the girl said excitedly, running towards the mourning figure that appeared through the door. You got up from the floor, ready to die of tenderness.

“My love...” the lady sighed through that horrible black veil, one that she continued to use for those terrible meetings that could not be avoided, the only thing it reminded you of where you were, who you were with.

“Knock, knock,” the girl said, already in her mother's arms, gently hitting her covered head. “Is mommy there?”

“Why don't you check it, tesoro?” Donna said, amused, making the girl discover her face, showing an affectionate smile, the beauty that you never were tired of admiring.

“Mommy!” the girl squealed, effusively hugging the lady in black, who laughed shyly, surely grateful that her way home was no longer a somber walk, but one in which she wanted to return to be with her family, your family.

“Valentina,” she responded, kissing her on the cheek and lowering her to the floor. “Have you had fun with mom?”

“Yes, we've been doing math... And I've won three sweets,” your daughter explained, when you leaned against the door frame, not wanting to interrupt yet.

“Three? You really made the effort...” Donna said, caressing her daughter's head, the black hair unmistakably hers.

“Your daughter is very smart,” you finally said, in a tender whisper, drawing her attention, making her gaze lock onto yours with a sigh and one of those wonderful smiles. You walked slowly, taking the black fabric from Donna's hands and leaning in to kiss her slowly.

“Do you see that, Valentina? That's good for our plan,” a squeaky voice that appeared by surprise murmured, Donna's living doll, Angie, an indispensable member of that curious family.

“You think so? They do it a lot,” the girl commented, approaching the puppet. You and Donna looked at each other and frowned.

“What are you two up to?” you asked with an inquisitive, but soft tone.

“Nothing,” they responded in unison, making you look at each other again, shrugging your shoulders.

“That sounds like a lie to me... What do you think, Donna?” you said again, leaning on her shoulder and looking at the girl and the doll, who walked away among evil laughs.

“Don't stick your nose into our affairs, you dirty commoner,” the doll snapped at you, as shameless as always. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, watching how the puppet dragged Valentina towards the living room, probably to continue with that strange plan.

“Angie...”  Donna sighed, tired of the attitude that the puppet had with you. You never gave it importance. You knew that, deep down, you got along well.

“Come on, Valentina, let's leave them alone...” Angie said, ignoring the warning from her owner.

“These two...” you murmured, sighing, leaning a little more on the lady in black, who maintained that smile while she shook her head. “Well, how was the meeting?”

You separated slowly, but not before kissing her again. Since you gave her the first one, you couldn't go a day without those sweet, improvised kisses, full of affection that sometimes you couldn't express in words.

“As usual,” she said, dryly, walking with you towards the living room, plopping down on a sofa, visibly exhausted. “They have asked me about you again.”

“Oh, really?” you said with disinterest, sitting next to her and looking askance at the two small figures who could no longer hide some kind of conspiracy.

“Yes, you know they appreciate you,” the lady in black answered, with a soft, relaxed voice, folding the black cloth that you still had in your hands and leaving it carefully on a small table. That's where it needed to be, and not in her face.

“I find it hard to believe,” you replied, leaning back on the couch and resting your head on your hand, staring at her, blinking mockingly.

“Miranda asked about the girl,” she commented, with a slightly lower voice. Donna certainly knew the non-existent appreciation you had for the priestess. “I told her she is fine.”

“Okay…” you drawled, with a look of suspicion. “Donna, is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes, it's just that...” she responded, perhaps too abruptly, thus evidencing her concern.

“Just that...” you repeated, getting a little closer. She looked at you, sighing and shaking her head.

“You should come someday,” she said in a whisper, moving away from your accusing gaze. You rolled your eyes again. It was not the first time that this topic came to light.

“We've already talked about this, honey. I don't like the idea of ​​the girl spending time with... Them...” you said seriously, changing your relaxed posture into a tense one. Donna glanced at you, but she didn't seem like she wanted to drop the topic.

“They're her family, (Y/N), I don't see anything wrong,” Donna said, nervous, playing with the black fabric of her dress and avoiding your gaze. You raised your eyebrows and huffed.

“Of course not, a giant woman, a Loch Ness monster and a magnetic sociopath. A very favorable environment for Valentina,” you said ironically, bringing out the monstrosities of the Lords.

“A crazy psychopath who controls living dolls,” Donna responded, with a strange hatred in her eye. Sometimes you forgot how sensitive she could be, that you had to be especially careful with your words.

“Donna... Not again..." you said, trying to divert her complexes from her mind, grabbing one of her trembling hands. “You know perfectly well that I don't think that way.”

“I'm sorry,” the lady said briefly, squeezing your hand tightly. “I didn't mean to talk to you that way.”

“It's okay, it's okay, Donna, besides, maybe you're right,” you said, feeling guilty for your attitude.

Let's see, it was true that dark and sinister environment was the only thing you wanted to avoid to Valentina, but Donna was also part of that disturbing squad of monstrosities. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for the girl to get to know her family, no matter how horrible it was.

“Hey, my darling...” you sighed, approaching the lady in black, who had a sad, melancholic face. Your hand rested on her chin, moving her head so she made eye contact with you. It was amazing how, with just one touch, Donna seemed to calm down. “Look at me, Donna.”

“(Y/N)...” she sighed, grabbing the hand that was tenderly caressing her cheek, holding it against her skin, not wanting that contact to disappear.

“You know I love you very much, right?” you whispered, slowly approaching her lips, enjoying that lavender perfume, her agitated breathing from having you so close to her.

“I think not as much as I do, tesoro,” she murmured, giving in to her impulses and kissing you slowly, apologizing.

It was a slightly different kiss, but equally wonderful, a type of kiss that always made you miss the rhythm, smile against her skin, make funny sounds while your lips devoured hers in a passionate, but calm way. But soon you began to feel somewhat uncomfortable in that situation.

Your intuition didn’t fail and as you slowly separated yourself from the addictive kisses of the lady in black and you opened your eyes to check the reason for your discomfort.

Angie and Valentina were in front of you, observing you in silence.

You cleared your throat, moving further away from Donna, and she did the same, looking away and playing with her dress, possibly embarrassed.

“Hey, what are you two doing?” you asked, crossing your arms. Both girl and doll bowed their heads, but said nothing.

“The question is...” Angie murmured, jumping onto your lap and putting her wooden finger on your nose. “What were you two doing?”

“It's none of your business,” you growled quietly, watching Valentina, who also climbed onto Donna's lap, looking at her curiously.

“Mamma, what were you doing?” she asked in an innocent voice, getting comfortable on her lap and holding her arms like when she was younger.

“Nothing, honey, we were just...” Donna explained, her voice breaking from nervousness, from her daughter's uncomfortable questions.

“Giving each other some love, Valentina,” you finished, making the girl nod slowly, looking at the puppet, which was moving  on top of you in the most annoying way possible.

“Angie, do you think that was enough?” the little girl asked, causing another shared and intriguing look.

“No, no, not at all, but it was going well,” the puppet explained, crawling towards the girl, as if she wanted to whisper in her ear. “We have to make those moments last longer,” she whispered confidently.

“Hey, I'm listening to you, what are you up to?” you asked, picking up the doll, which kicked childishly, protesting your grip. “Ah! Damn...” you screamed when the puppet got rid of you as she knew best, biting you.

“Angie!” Donna scolded her, standing up with her daughter in her arms, looking at the situation curiously.

“Don’t, worry,” you hissed, bringing the wound to your mouth. The lady in black crouched down to look at it. “Tell me you have the rabies vaccine…”

“It's nothing serious, tesoro,” Donna murmured, moving the girl to a more comfortable position.

“Mamma...” the girl said, tugging at her black dress in a comical way, with an innocent look. “Ho fame…”

“Are you hungry, my love?” the lady asked, completely forgetting about your injury. Deep down you didn't mind at all, in fact, you loved seeing how sweet Donna was with the little girl. To her there was nothing more important than you, not even that horrible bird woman.

Valentina nodded slowly and Donna smiled tenderly.

“Okay, what do you want for dinner? Mom told me you have behaved very well today, so you can choose,” she said to the girl, under your attentive gaze, one that from time to time strayed to the doll, cowardly hidden.

“Mmm, I don't know...” Valentina murmured, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the answer.

“You don't know,” the lady in black repeated, putting a finger on her nose, making her laugh in that adorable way. “What do you think if we go down and see what I can make for you?”

“Can I help you?” the girl asked. Of course she was Donna's daughter. She always got very excited when Donna took to the kitchen.

“Of course, tesoro, as long as mom gives you permission,” Donna said, looking at you with a pleading look, a look that the girl imitated.

“Mom... Can I...?”

“Of course, come, leave me alone again,” you said, feigning damage to the middle of your chest, knowing that the girl would laugh accordingly.

“Dinner will be ready soon, amore mio,” Donna said, going down so she could give you a quick kiss, disappearing with the girl moments later. You could hear that melody that she was singing, that melody that Valentina liked so much. Donna was definitely a different person.

You were enthralled for a second, listening to the sweet singing of the woman you loved, until it was just a light breeze of air as they descended the elevator. The cowardly doll's subtle movements brought you back to reality, squinting at the puppet.

“Hey! Come here, you kind of piece of wood with a piranha kink!” you shouted, forgetting about the sweetness and chasing Angie around the living room.

It didn't take you long to catch her, even though she really looked like a person, she was still a doll, a devilish one.

“Talk, you porcelain sack, I know you're up to something,” you said, shaking the puppet in your arms, making Angie complain comically.

“My mouth is sealed, commoner,” the doll said when you left her on the floor, crossing her arms in a childish manner.

“Oh, so you're up to something... Great, spill the beans, now,” you said satisfied with a superb posture and tone.

“I'm not up to anything, stupid, it's Valentina,” Angie protested, looking away from you. You frowned, scratching the back of your neck and relaxing your attitude, looking out of the corner of your eye at the wound on your finger.

“Valentina? Come on, Angie, cut the crap,” you mumbled a bit confused.

Angie may not have been the best of influences on the girl, but she had always taken care of her in her own way and, despite the doll's cheeky and irreverent attitude, the girl's evilness was non-existent.

“You cut the crap, who do you think you are to question me?” the doll complained, with that squeaky voice that didn't do anything good for your head.

“The mother of the girl you are corrupting for your evil plans,” you hissed through your teeth, getting a little closer to the puppet, which backed away, but without showing any fear, of course.

“Stupid, you don't know anything,” Angie rebuked you, walking away from your furious gaze.

“Look, that's precisely what worries me. The last time you plotted something, I ended up covered in flour,” you explained, remembering one of the many pranks you suffered in that house.

“It has nothing to do with that, it's a secret matter between Valentina and me and you don't have to stick your nose into our affairs,” Angie said, gaining more confidence in herself, making you snort desperately, knowing that, in truth, she was the best of confidants.

“Okay, this time you get your way, but I promise I'll find out,” you said, giving up, uncrossing your arms and leaving the doll alone.

“Well, I hope so,” the puppet commented, making you snort again, letting you fall on the couch, waiting for another delicious dinner.

Dinner that didn't take long to arrive, fortunately. Being alone with Angie was quite, how to say it, disturbing, sinister, terrifying…

“It's delicious,” you sighed, trying another of her succulent recipes, letting the flavors mix in your mouth like a perfect symphony. Donna looked up and smiled pleased, a rosy  tone on her cheeks.

“I'm glad to know it, but I don't want to take all the credit,” she said with a soft voice, taking a sip from her wine glass, looking at the girl, sitting next to you. “Valentina has helped me a lot, right?”

“Yes, yes, I helped mommy with the dough, look mom, I still have flour on my hands,” your daughter said, showing small white spots on her hands, smiling enthusiastically.

You smiled at the lady and then at the girl, with an exaggerated look of astonishment.

“Really? Wow, you're certainly going to be a great cook when you grow up,” you said, amused, winking at Donna, who responded with a smile.

“Yes, I would really like to be like mommy,” Valentina said, with her face stained with tomato, a face that the lady in black rushed to clean lovingly, separating the hair from her face. You laughed, shaking your head and drinking some water.

“Well, you don't have to make a big effort. You're already identical to her,” you murmured, raising your eyebrows, focusing on those expressive features.

“But, but I also want to learn to take care of flowers like you, mom,” the girl commented, playing with her food, with a slightly sad tone that you ignored.

“Wow, that's new,” you said with a smile, pinching her cheek playfully. “I don't know if you'll have time to do all those things.”

“Yes, I’ll have enough time!” Valentina protested, sulking at your jokes. “Hey, mom… Mommy…”

“What, my love?” Donna asked, stopping eating because Valentina's enthusiasm had faded.

“I want to have a brother, or a sister,” the girl murmured, without looking at your faces. And thank goodness she didn't do it, because you both stayed glued to the table, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“What?” You asked, just in case you had heard wrong, you hadn't.

“Valentina, don't tell them!” Angie interrupted, jumping on the table, something she knows it annoyed you too much.

“Get off the table, Angie, we're eating,” you hissed, pushing the puppet, which took refuge in the girl's lap. She was still playing with her food, as if she hadn't finished saying what she had just said.

“But Valen, why do you tell them? It was supposed to be a secret...” the doll protested. The girl simply shrugged.

“Mom always says that if you want something you have to ask nicely,” the little girl murmured, making a tender smile to form on your face.

“Nonsense, what they have to do is to be alone and then you might have a sibling. But they already know, great idea, Valentina,” the doll said, getting off the girl and causing you to grunt.

“So that was it,” you sighed, leaning your back on the chair, looking at Donna, who stood petrified, frowning.

“Don't you give each other enough kisses?” Valentina asked, making the two of you look at her curiously. “Angie told me that if you kissed each other a lot, maybe…”

“Did Angie tell you that?” Donna asked, with a frightened look, searching with her eye for the puppet, who came out from under the table with a cocky posture.

“What? Do you want me to tell her the truth?” Angie asked, feigning indifference.

“No!” you and Donna shouted at the same time.

 The doll laughed triumphantly, making a farewell gesture with her hands, leaving you with that panorama.

“Um... Valentina, honey, why do you want a sibling?” you asked, seeing that Donna was unable to react.

“Because it would give me a lot of company, I would like to have someone to play with, and teach them things like you and mommy do with me,” the little girl explained. Well, you could be proud, little Beneviento was smart, very smart.

“But, but honey... You already have Angie,” Donna said, clearing her throat and surprisingly daring to get into the conversation.

“I know but it's not the same. We would both be happier if we had a brother or sister. We could play more things,” the girl stammered.

You and Donna looked at each other again, not knowing what to say. It would be best to ignore it, for now.

“Well, it’s done,” you said after putting your daughter to bed, who was still insisting on that matter. Donna looked at you, still in her black dress and her hair up. She looked like she was thinking about something. “The girl sleeps… Well, like a baby.”

“Great,” Donna whispered, kissing you quickly.

“Hey! Is everything to your liking? Shall I sing you something romantic?” a shrill voice sounded from behind the door. You rolled your eyes and opened it. Just as you suspected, Angie.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed, leaning against the door frame. “Have you left Valentina alone?”

“Valentina is asleep, stupid, I'm just making sure the environment is ideal for... Well, for making babies,” Angie responded, lowering her tone as she uttered those last words.

“What? Oh my… Get out,” you said angrily, annoyed by that attitude. Maybe you were nervous.

“But…”

“Get out!” you yelled, closing the door with a terrible slam, laughing amused but annoyed at the same time. “You have to start turning off that doll at night…”

Donna laughed, shaking her head, undoing her black bun and brushing her hair in a calm but suspiciously slow manner.

“I don't know why those ideas have suddenly entered Valentina's head,” you sighed, letting yourself fall on the bed, exhausted by the motherhood of each day. “Have you talked to her about it?”

“No,” the lady in black answered, dryly, but softly.

“Mm, it must have been that porcelain demon,” you murmured, slowly letting the air out of your lungs. “Can you imagine? Another child running around the house… How crazy.”

“Yes, how crazy,” Donna repeated, with a voice that revealed the hard work of her mind in thoughts that you couldn't read.

“We have enough with Valentina,” you said, sitting on the bed and unbuttoning your shoes.

“Do we have enough?” Donna asked, turning to you, making you frown in confusion, studying her serene look, but which betrayed nervousness.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously, standing up and walking towards the dresser, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Nothing, forget it,” she said, kissing the back of your hand and standing up, beginning to unbutton her dress. You, knowing it was a dirty lie, sighed, grabbing her wrists and forcing her to look at you.

“Donna,” you said with a low, soft voice, returning your hand to her cheek, making her nervousness even more evident. “Tell me what you're thinking.”

“Nothing, I don't think anything, just nonsense,” she said without looking at your face, pushing your hand away and running away from you cowardly. You laughed as you remembered Angie's almost identical way of doing the same thing.

“Let's see what nonsense is it...” you insisted, grabbing her waist from behind, kissing her neck so she would laugh nervously and shyly, so she would lower her guard again.

“Nothing, no, it's nothing,” she said, fleeing from your cruel kisses, the best of your weapons to extract the truth from her lips.

“Oh, yes it is...” you hummed, continuing with your innocent torture.

“Well, okay, okay,” she said exhaustedly, turning away from you among nervous laughs, relaxing her expression immediately. “Does it really seem crazy to you?”

“What, darling?” you asked, relaxing yourself, paying attention to the brunette, who seemed to be hesitant.

“You, you know...To have another child...” the lady in black whispered, lowering her gaze, trying not to make it coincide with hers.

You, who thought your opinion was the same as hers, sighed, sitting back down on the bed, dragging Donna with you, playing with her hand.

“Well, I... You know, you know that I adore Valentina but... I don't know, Donna, another child, with Angie around, with Valentina...” you commented, being completely sincere. “You want to…?”

“I, well, the truth is that... I wouldn't mind having another baby... I think Valentina is right and she might use another child to play with,” the brunette explained. You nodded slowly, listening to her arguments.

Maybe you hadn't stopped to think about it clearly. You had no problems of any kind, the house was big, Angie was there to raise, or spoil, the children... Another little Beneviento running through the hallways? Little by little it stopped sounding that bad in your head.

“Maybe, maybe you're right,” you said quietly, pulling Donna to sit next to you, looking at you curiously, with a certain air of sadness. “Okay, okay, let's have another child.”

“Just like that? Have you already convinced yourself?” Donna asked, looking at you suspiciously. Yes, normally you were much more stubborn.

“Yes, well... The truth is that I wouldn't mind at all. When you're right, I like to tell you, darling,” you said with a slightly different voice, approaching the lady in black suggestively.

She raised her eyebrows and sighed with that half smile that told you her feelings, how much she loved you, how sincere her love was.

“Okay then,” she whispered, kissing you unexpectedly, looking at you carefully. “I love you so much, darling... So, so much...”

“Me too,” you whispered, resting your forehead on hers, breathing in conjunction with her, thus confirming that sudden decision, but about which you had no doubt.

Having settled that small but quick argument, you decided to stop talking and act, moving until you were on top of the brunette, who moaned, surprised by your movement and by your small kisses on her lips.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” she asked confused, smiling but stopping your desire for affection, making her breathing labored.

“Well, that's what we said, having a baby,” you said amused, unbuttoning your own dress, doing maneuvers on her lap. Donna looked at you strangely, shaking her head.

“Oh, well, I... No, it doesn't have to be today, (Y/N), we can wait for...” she murmured, not being able to stop her gaze from going straight to your now almost exposed chest, at least until your hands unclasped your bra.

“Waiting for what? Come on, Donna, you're the one who wanted...” you said, getting closer to her ear, bringing her hand to your bare chest, making her gaze darken, just like you wanted.

“Well, I...” she stammered, too focused on her soft touch on your skin, on the sensations that her fingers provoked, making your skin shiver while your hips began to dance on their own.

“Come on, let's not waste any more time, right?” you said, getting off her lap to crawl across the sheets, dragging poor Donna with you hopelessly.

“I see you’re very anxious,” she murmured amused, getting rid of her dress with a couple of quick movements, exposing in front of you the beauty of her body, that pale and shiny skin that made you thank Mother Miranda for being alive, for being able to enjoy those wonderful views.

“Me? I don't think so,” you said jokingly, biting your lip when your gaze went down her body, thus showing the small bulge that you could already notice in her underwear. She was always so sensitive, so perfect... “Maybe I'm not the one who's anxious, Donna,” you whispered in her ear, lowering your hand and stroking her erection slowly, eliciting a silent moan and a shy smile from her.

“You make me anxious, (Y/N)” she responded with a special sparkle in her eye, with a seductive smile, showing you that slightly more extroverted side, that passion that took a long time to show when you met her.

With a wide smile as your only silent response, you let your hands pull her body so it settled on top of yours, noticing her heat with yours, her skin with yours, that annoying sensation of feeling the black fabric that covered her breasts with your fingers.

With a gasp, feigning a kind of childish offense, the garment gave way under your fingers as your lips were mercilessly assaulted, while her touch traveled over your skin like an exploration, like an expedition to the peak of pleasure.

You moaned as you felt her hands on your breasts, yours on hers, her lips on your neck, yours anywhere that belonged to her, on her shoulder, in her black hair, on her cheek. Any place was worthy of your kisses, any corner of her skin deserved to be praised.

Subtle moans and gasps replaced words. They were no longer so necessary. A kiss here, another there, a caress, a bite, that was your way of communicating in that dance of hands flying over your bodies, of legs that sought friction, of hips that cried to join together.

“You're so beautiful...” Donna whispered, with a sensual accent, not doing it on purpose but making you only more excited, making her laugh in your ear while her body, already hard, already ready to love you, rubbed against your wet, eager entrance.

“You're beautiful,” you responded, giving her shoulder a gentle tap in amused protest at that fiery compliment. Two sincere smiles formed on your faces, stopping the desire for a moment, searching in each other for some impediment to continue, some shadow of doubt in your actions.

“Is everything okay, darling?” you asked as her face relaxed before nodding, before her hand began to wander up your leg erratically.

“Yes, I just, I just thank fate for giving me the opportunity to have you by my side,” Donna whispered romantically, but seriously, showing that this was not an impure act, purely lustful.

No, it wasn't, not as such. It was an act of love, an attempt to conceive a new life inside you, a new addiction to that family, to your family. For you there was no better way to love.

“Stop telling me those things... They make me nervous,” you said, moving your legs so the only piece of clothing left on your body slid comically down them. Donna looked at you, arching her eyebrow, helping the garment disappear from the path of her touch.

“Maybe I want to make you nervous, I want you to tremble when I make love to you,” she whispered in a slightly dark way, but which, of course, had the complete opposite effect, making a high-pitched moan escape your lips.

“It's impossible not to tremble with you, my love,” you replied amused, closing your eyes, remaining speechless when her hands reached the wet region between your legs, excited, burning with desire, when her fingers gently ran through your wet folds, as if she wanted to provoke you or play with you.

You laughed, relaxing at her soft, careful, delicate touch, a touch that reminded you of when she worked on her dolls. Her skillful fingers, an expression that reflected her concentration, that reflected her sole wish to make you enjoy.

“If you continue like this, I will do it now,” you warned, amused, feeling how the curvature of her fingers brushed your walls, how they prepared the wet ground for the future intrusion.

Donna didn't speak, she didn't respond, she simply acted. With a gasp of relief, she freed her trembling shaft from its black fabric prison, moving it, caressing it before placing it just in the desired spot, impregnating the tip with the wetness of your arousal.

“Are you ready, tesoro?” she asked, with a voice that betrayed her own desire, her own anxiety, making sure before plunging into your body, like she always did, like you always wanted her to do.

“Since I met you, Donna,” you said, giving your approval, immediately feeling that intrusion, that pleasant deformation of your walls welcoming the brunette between them, hugging her.

She moaned at the sensation, at the way your body received hers, an automatic, wet way, as if your own walls wanted to caress her, make her enjoy.

When she settled completely inside you, she leaned in to kiss you, her body trembling from the sensation, moving little by little.

“Your body is perfect... You hug me so well,” she said, whispering, with soft words, in line with the movements of her hips.

You just smiled as moans slipped past your lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, as always, the sensations prevented you from having that mind that Donna had, that ability to speak clearly while feeling such pleasure.

Your lips could only respond one way, capturing hers with them, kissing the doll maker while that sexual dance caused a wet soundtrack in the walls of the room.

Her hands hugged you while her own moans lost harmony little by little, in conjunction with your own movements, with the way your legs hooked around her waist, keeping her very close to you, melting together.

“Donna, I'm, I'm close,” you said, almost scared, when a current of pleasure made your entire body tremble, when it made your hips rise quickly against hers, with your walls beginning to narrow dangerously. She laughed against your skin, speeding up her thrusts, maintaining the intensity, but reaching even more to that place you wanted.

“Me too, tesoro, just a... Little... More...” Donna said erratically, losing control of the soft harmony of her hips, noticing how your orgasm devoured you without you being able to prevent it, trapping her erection in your body, hugging it with soft spasms of your hips. “(Y/N)”

A gasp of surprise left her lips, followed by a guttural moan, a warm wetness on your body that signaled her own release. That unique, wet caress, that hot liquid inside of you made you moan even louder, while her movements stopped being so intense, becoming aftershocks of her orgasm before collapsing on top of you, exhausted.

Gasps replaced the obscene sounds in the dark room. The wetness of your legs reminded you again and again of the pleasure you had felt, and the possible consequences, some that you had already fully assumed, some consequences you wanted.

“Mmm, Donna...” you purred, softly kissing the brunette, who settled next to you, her face red from tiredness, her nervous breathing, but with her gaze fixed on yours.

“Tesoro... You're perfect,” she murmured, kissing you back, smiling grateful for the pleasure you gave her, or perhaps for agreeing to your daughter's wishes, you didn't know, but you didn't care.

“Do you think we will have achieved it?” you asked, intertwining your legs. She shrugged.

“I don't know, I guess it's too early to tell,” she replied, with a sleepy voice that you found terribly adorable.

“Mm, well, if not, we can keep trying and...” you said sensually, but stopping when you heard a strange noise behind the door. “It just can't be…”

Covering yourself with the sheets you walked towards the door.

“Angie!” You shouted furiously when you saw the puppet flee through the hallway.

“Valentina, Valentina!” the doll shouted, making Donna sit up, rubbing her eye. “Little sibling is on the way!”

“Damn…”