#miels screams

[allthefakepeople]

the sky will forever be my greatest love

[mieluscious]

who cares. xavier

ෆ pairings : xavier x female reader

ෆ genre : drabble, smut, pwp

ෆ miel's note : so guys. unfortunately there aren't many fics about love and deepspace at the moment but here i AM so come aboard! i don't intend to let you starve.

ෆ warnings : mdni. switch!xavier, switch!reader, established relationship, couch sex, some teasing, riding, rough sex, unprotected sex, reader feeds him with her mouth, xavier is a cutie and a monster at the same time . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

"w-wait im thirsty-" you threw your head back and moaned xavier's name as you bounced faster on his cock.

"w-what?" you raised your head at his words and his hand came to rest on your hips, trying to slow you down as he blindly reached for a bottle of water on the coffee table next to the sofa you were both on. "fuck. baby we are fucking right now-" you squealed loudly as he raised his hips to try and catch the bottle, which was further away than he thought but still, he couldn't reach it. you put your hands on his chest and moved your hips slower against his.

"i know but.." he raised his puppy dog eyes to you and you couldn't resist him any longer. he opened his mouth and a little whimper escaped from between his lips as you placed your hands on either side of his head on the sofa. his hands slid down your back to grab your ass, making you fuck yourself harder on his cock. "please.." your teeth caught your lip to keep yourself from screaming as you felt his cock hit your g-spot. you leaned forward a little bit more to grab the bottle, without taking your eyes off xavier.

he smiled between moans as you felt him tremble between your thighs at the sight of you licking the bottle cap erotically. your other hand, which was still on his chest, slid to his nipple, which you pinched with a grin. xavier arched his back against the sofa with a loud mewl, your heart melting as you watched his ears redden. you finally opened the bottle and brought it to your lips, while he took the opportunity to pinch your ass in return, almost knocking the bottle out of your hands. you crushed your pelvis against his and raised an eyebrow as his teeth caught his lip.

"say sorry baby." your thumb pressed again against his swollen bud, making him thrust his hips up.

"ahhh... i'm sorry.." you leaned in to kiss his forehead and little whimpers escaped from between his lips with each of his thrust as he watched you straighten up to put water in your mouth. you leaned over him again and placed the bottle back on the coffee table.

"open your mouth." he opened his mouth and your gaze dropped to his collarbones, which were visibly reddening. you put your forearms on either side of his head and your lips caught his, making him tremble beneath you as he timidly swallowed the water you finally gave him. a trickle of water escaped from between your lips and xavier arched his back, moaning prettily into your mouth as he felt the cool water running against his ear. when he had finished drinking all the liquid in your mouth, you licked his tongue before letting go of his lips and you pressed your forehead against his. "f-faster baby." you straightened your upper body a little and your fingers entwined his soft blond hair. he tilted his head to the side and kissed your forearm without taking his eyes off you.

"everything you want." he tilted his head back slightly with a cute whimper and your moans started echoing against his living room walls as he started to thrust his cock deeper into your dripping cunt. his hands moved up the small of your back before getting back to your ass, which he slapped hard, making you bounce even faster on his cock, fucking him back roughly. "f-fuck. you're so wet..n'tight-" one of xavier's hands slipped between your breasts to grasp your throat and you threw your head back as you cried out louder.

a streams of yes’s escaped from your glossy lips as the doorbell suddenly rang throughout the apartment. you tilted your face back towards xavier, who was moaning with his mouth wide open and his cheeks more than flushed. he didn't seem to have heard and you tried to warn him, but you mewled when his hand, which was on your ass, slipped onto your hips before putting his arm around them, and you started to rub your clit harder against his pelvis. he pressed his arm down on your waist, making you lean your ass back to let him fuck you rougher. your grip on his hair tightened and you fell on top of him as he struck you with a thrust that was stronger than the others, your delicious breasts pressed against his chest made him blush even more. you looked up at him and opened your mouth to try to speak again, but seeing your face so fucked made him even more excited, you flushed as you could hear the lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin noises getting louder.

"b-baby....ahhh.. d-door-" the doorbell rang again and xavier smiled between two moans.

"it's the delivery guy-" he slipped his hands under your thighs and pushed you more against him, arching your back. you could feel your wetness trickling down to his fingers. you also smiled and licked his chin before biting gently, making him whimpers.

"ahh- let's keep..fucking then."

© 𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 ! 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞 — 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ☆⌒(>。<)

[dailyinkk]

day 11! miel!

miel belongs to @hexcia!!! (i looooove her design so much im screaming)

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

may I please request

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ with Hunter 👀

I’m still thinking about the masquerade fic and I am unwell

i am also unwell from that fic and it's clearly rewired my brain chemistry. please enjoy this smutty hors d'ouevres

So Good For Me

Summary: Hunter makes you cum. Really hard. That's it that's the fic. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: 18+ content, minors begone. f!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, implied multiple orgasms

Word Count: 484

Hunter’s mouth suckling your clit as he pushes two crooked fingers up against your g-spot has obliterated all your ability to think coherently. Your focus is consumed by the growing, aching pleasure deep in your core, the impossible tightening of your muscles, and a foreign pressure right where Hunter pumps his fingers. You moan unabashedly, mewls and whimpers of pleasure echoing in the empty ship. 

The vibrations of Hunter’s growling groan against your cunt is what sends you rocketing over the edge. Your vision whites out as your back arches off the bunk, hands curled into claws as you scream. Hunter doesn’t let you move very far—his free hand presses on your hips to keep you steady—the added pressure makes your walls pulse harder.

And the orgasm never seems to end. Every additional stroke of Hunter’s calloused fingertips against your walls has you shaking and falling apart further. It’s only when he withdraws his lips from your clit that you’re able to breathe again. 

Legs quivering, all you can do is laugh uncontrollably, tears sliding down your cheeks. Your orgasm still continues to pulse and writhe within your core, every flex of your muscles making you yelp. Skin plastered to the thin sheets of the bunk, your entire body is damp, equal parts sweat, saliva, and slick. 

Hunter smooths a hand over your thigh, trailing kisses on your heated skin in the wake of the goosebumps that his touch elicits. Weakly raising your head, cunt squeezing around his fingers still buried in your wet heat, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and his entire face shines with your arousal. Your release drips from his curls. 

“So good for me,” he husks, placing a delicate kiss to your swollen, oversensitive clit. “Look how much you came. Squirted all over me, sweetheart.”

Laughter dying out, a low whine catches in your throat, inexplicable embarrassment swelling up in a hot rush. You cover your face with both hands.

With a wet squelch, Hunter withdraws his fingers from your pussy to wrap his hands around your wrists. “Mesh’la,” he says, “look at me. S’nothin’ to feel shy about. That was the hottest kriffin’ thing you’ve ever done.”

Squinting at him from behind your fingers, you pout. “Not that time I asked you to breed me?”

He groans, biting his lip at the memory. His sound makes you shiver pleasantly. Relaxing, you let him pin your arms onto the bed once more. His eyes trail down your naked form, drinking in every part of your body. In contrast, he’s still fully clothed, his blacks tented where his cock stands at attention, and the neckline of his top dark with your release. He meets your gaze once again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, mesh’la,” he says, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make you squirt again...”

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[goggles-mcgee]

Now here's Flora!

Design wise, I gave her naturally wavy layered hair, and her bangs are more volumized. Idk, I just thought it fit her. She also has glasses because I really adored that idea from her concept sketches! I kept her shirt design but did change the skirt to overalls because, again, I thought it was a cute idea but also because I felt at first Flora would wear what was easiest to garden in and slowly her clothing grows because of her friends and she starts wearing more clothes just for the fun of it. I gave her green platform sandals, but she prefers not wearing shoes as most in Lympheans do.

It's part of their tradition and culture. They believe it brings them closer to nature. Of course, they will wear shoes in other kingdoms to show respect, but there are hardly any shoes stores in Lymphea. Most of the shoes they own are made outside their kingdom.

She does have a leaf shaped bag, and it is to hold a mini potions kit, actual potions, and candies. She basically carries what she knows will help her friends with their magical drawbacks and hers as well. She carries migraine potions for Tecna and Musa, motion sickness potions for Stella, throat soothing candies for Bloom, and pain relief potions and calming candies for herself.

The pain relief potions help with her chronic pain due to her magical drawbacks. She feels the pain of nearby plants, at first this merely extending to those immediately close to her, but as she grew, so did the radius of this drawback. The calming candies are to help keep her emotions balanced or just dulled as she is so connected to nature that it reacts to her emotions. At first, she thought it was great, and so did her family, but after an incident where she hurt someone badly on accident, she vowed to always remain calm. This itself has drawbacks.

Her fairy form is the most change. Though I do adore her original design, I really just wanted to give her a dress that was inspired by the Dancing Fairies/ Fairy Dancer plants, also known as fuchsias! They practically screamed, Flora!

Headcanons!

• She is a middle triplet! Her triplet brothers are Faun and Guy. Her dad thought it was funny to name them after Flora, Fauna, and Fungi. They all adore their younger sister Miele and all of them are very protective of her.

• Literally, everyone has had a crush on Flora at some point. She's just very oblivious to it. She just thinks they are being nice. 😭

• Her full name is Flora Carmen Thorngrove

• Her and Darcy know each other a little because they both are Lympheans.

• She's a really good cook, but she has a tendency to...experiment.

• She is very much a mad scientist.

Bloom

Stella

[justalittletomato]

Just imagining the quiet rage Maul feels when the Archivist is hurt during sparring.

They are a Mandalorian after all, battles and sparring are natural to them…it’s what they wanted after more than a decade of Satine’s rule.

A harsh sound, they fell. Pulled aside as they yelled and tried to hold back a scream of pain.

A good effort. A good try.

Had his Master been watching the Archivist would be mangled on the floor for failing.

He leaves to follow as the Archivist is taken back for medical attention.

“A clean break” the droid chirps.

Maul would have received another for that, but here his Archivist is being healed and cared for.

“Been sometime since I fought like that…” they try and smile at him.

“Fighting in such a manner on the field will ensure your demise.” He growled.

His Archivist looked at him carefully before speaking, “ I’ll be alright, Lord Maul. I knew I could be hurt.”

“Your defenses…”

“I’m relearning them.”

“Your training.”

“Needs work I know, but again I’ll be alright.” Arm now in a sling. He approached.

He had been expected back to train in no more than a day after such an injury.

He looks over the sling, uncovered hands just grazing over their flesh.

“ Maul I will heal.” Away with the formality. The Archivist lets Maul rest his head in their unhurt shoulder.

His pitiful purr begins. Trying to sooth the pain his archivist felt. Trying to mend how fragile they were.

“I’ll heal Maul…”

@patchiefrog @eyecandyeoz @storm89 @pixiestookourstardust @hannagoldworthy @id-rather-be-a-druid @gran-maul-seizure @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @dukeoftheblackstar

[mekochansblog]

Five Hargreeves x reader (draft I had a while ago why not post!)

When Five proposed to you it was something magical, well with the apocalypse on the background and the only person that went was Dolores. Overall it was beautiful for you. When the handler contracted you and Five you both decided to take it. You both had hope that the handler was going to help you guys out in getting out of that hellhole. It was always something different with her. It was only when she tried to separate you and Five did you knew she was a fake ass bitch. She always tried to get in between you and Five’s conversation and will try to touch your husband. For you, you found it intriguing how she was trying so hard to get your husband’s attention when all he had a his focus on was; you. He was like a flame himself. Glittered, drew green eyes. Five was sculptured by gods, his sharp jawline, his dimples, his beauty marks his lean body and his skinny waist. Whatever god was up there, you thank them. They decided to give you a handsome husband.

When Five and you were in your last mission he decided it was time to finally go to his family. Funny enough you jokingly told him that the equations where off, but he dismissed you with a wave of his hand and told you that if it was you can come at him all you want. He gave you a final long look; he had looked at you a thousand thousand times, but there was something different in his gaze, an intensity you knew about. You grabbed his hand and gave him a peck.

“ Pour toujours Miele?” You told him softly with a soft look on your face. He looked at you with so much love and adoration and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“ Pour toujours amore mio.” Five said also. You nodded and gave his hand a small squeeze which he did too. He jumped with you following and well both of you guys landed on the ground. You felt different, you didn’t felt old. You slowly looked up and looked at the people that were in front of you and Five. You nudged Five and finally looked at him. Your eyes widened from the shock of his face, you screamed and that’s when he looked at you with an annoyed face. Yeah did you forgot to mention that you get this random bursts of energy? Five didn’t noticed until two years later from being friends. He was used to it, his family wasn’t. He got up and he helped you out once you stopped screaming like a lunatic. You both walked not after knowing Five’s calculations were wrong, in a way you were also right, but he never listens to you, well sometimes he does but it goes from one ear to the other.

When you both “saved” the first apocalypse, well more like tried because it went to shit later on, Five grabbed your hand and looked at you with so much love and adoration and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. You knew that whatever will happen you will always find him.

“Attraverso meglio o peggio il mio amore?” Five said when he finally gave you a quick peck on the lips. You smile with so much love and slowly giggled.

“Finche morte non ci separi tesoro.”

[sev-on-kamino]

✨Sev’s Follower Celebration✨

Hi, my loves!!! I hit another milestone (🤯), and I wanna thank all of you for supporting me, encouraging me, and screaming over fictional men with me 😌

Now we all know I’m super slow with even drabbles because I am a whore for lore, and take it entirely too far every single time 😅 it’s a weakness of mine. So we’re going in a different direction this time to see if I can get my life together 🤣

Please send a clone, a color, and a time of day for a 7 sentence ficlet. Please specify nsfw or sfw.

So you might send: Fox, blue, night time, nsfw 😌

Thank y’all so much again. I love being a part of this community, and exchanging stories with such amazing people 🥰

Cheers,

Sev 💙💙

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[allthefakepeople]

MIELSS WE’RE GETTING SPEAK NOW TAYLOR’S VERSION ON JULY 7TH I’M SCREAMING

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW IM LOSING MY ENTIRE MIND. IM THE BIGGEST SPEAK NOW BITCHHHH.

FUCKING LONG LIVE TV, HAUNTED TV, STORY OF US TV, LAST KISS TV, BACK TO DECEMBER TV, DEAR JOHN TV

LIKE THAT WHOLE ALBUM

-miels 💜✨

[edgessunflower]

What about now

Pairing: Damian Priest x GN reader

Description: You and Damian slowly fall in love and prove no matter what that love will always be there

Shadows fill an empty heart as love is fading from all the things that we are but are not saying can we see beyond the scars and make it to the dawn change the colors of the sky and open up to the ways you made me feel alive the ways I loved you

You and Damian met when you were both in NXT becoming friends and tag team partners always being in the other's corner even supporting and joining the judgement day with him and Edge two years after you both realized you were in love with each other always being right by the other's side in and out of the ring and anything relating to WWE and both unknowingly telling the same person about your feelings for each other and that middle person was Rhea who always encouraged you both to tell each other but it never happened.

For all the things that never died to make it through the night love will find you what about now what about today what if your making me all that I was meant to be what if our love never went away what if it's lost behind words we could never find baby before it's too late what about now

Even fans hoped that the two of you were or got together but eventually they gave up the hope of it also being called the Archer and the Dagger by them due to your opposite personalities just naturally meshing together when the two of you were in the ring, laughing at the others jokes, or just hanging out when the two of you weren't training or having matches always enjoying the simplest moments together but things between the two of you would change.

The sun is breaking in your eyes to start a new day this broken heart can still survive with a touch of your grace shadows fade into the light I am by your side where love will find you what about now what about today what if your making me all that I was meant to be what if our love never went away what if it's lost behind words we could never find

You were in a match against Zelina Vega hearing the boys and rhea cheer you on ring side especially damian feeling your confidence grow as the match went on until things went bad, zelina grabbed and knocked the wind out of you but you got back up and fought until she threw you out the ring and landed on top of you into two tables stacked on top of each other immediately screaming in pain as rhea fights and yells at zelina, dom and finn dealt with the rest of LWO while damian carries you to the medical room where you found out that you had a bruised back, three broken ribs, and a fractured right clavicle leaving you to heal and recover for the next 8 weeks feeling broken and in pain as you watch the teams matches before they take you home.

Baby before it's too late what about now now that we're here now that we've come this far just hold on and there's nothing to fear for I am right beside you for all my life I am yours what about now what about today what if your making me all that I was meant to be what if our love never went away what if it's lost behind words we could never find

You felt everything that you had held for years spilling out of you as you cried falling on the floor curled in a ball, you felt so alone as you recovered getting visits from the team mainly damian who stayed and took care of you in between training and matches "La miel what's wrong?" you pour your heart out to him after he helps you back in bed, holding you in his arms as you calm down looking at each other as you feel the build up of hidden feelings come to light pulling each other into a quick and messy kiss before pulling him back for a much sweeter and caring kiss telling each other how you felt and agreeing to a date the day after next going to bed with a smile and safely wrapped in his arms.

What about now what about today what if your making me all that I was meant to be what if our love never went away what if it's lost behind words we could never find baby before it's too late baby it's too late baby before it's too late what about now

You took things slow together and after his match at money in the bank, you both told everyone you were together earning hugs from a lot of the girls and some from the men along with congrats, a happy yell from Finn, a bear hug from Dom, and an overjoyed finally and double hug from rhea and loud cheers from fans chanting Archer and Dagger over and over proving later on in matches and storylines that no matter a lie or drama the two of you would always have each other's back and be there for each other and your family no matter the cost as long as you had each other and judgement day then life was wonderful.

[knottedskein]

El Paso.

My parents lovingly doted on me in Spanish. I unknowingly babbled nonsense aligned to no particular world. My boundless coos came from the safety of my nest. Maybe it was too soon to tell which way I would sway. I was just a baby. Una bebesita. Were my cries in English? ¿Soñaba en español? Did I want to play with a ball or ¿jugar con una pelota? Was my favorite color rosa mexicano or did I ask to surround myself with Barbie pink? Did I go by Débbie or Debbie? Did mami and papi anticipate that I would lose my way? And did they know I would find my own path?

Miami.

Here la historia begins. My thoughts became tangible and solidified. My sentences brincando between dos mundos. I want leche. I want a muñeca. ¡Quiero candy! Dos padres very confundidos by my melange of Spanglish. They tried to make sentido of my words. There was no order to a lenguaje unconstrained by reglas. Mama y papa tried to teach me how to contar. So I counted to mis papas: one, dos, three, four, cinco, seis, seven.....

San Antonio.

¡En esta casa hablamos español! I learned to navigate the awkward Spanish words with the twist of my rigid tongue. Mi pobre boca felt thick with palabras and ideas that had no release. My fragmented Spanish no longer glittered the floor in broken shards. Instead, it was precariously pieced together—held tightly with anglicized thoughts. I tried to make the palabras come out, but it only chipped away at something that was already broken. My parents would come to lament the choice I had made. In this house, I spoke English.

Puebla.

Mi vocabulario se alimento con cultura. Estuve intoxicada con los colores y sonidos. Mis palabras se volvieron miel. Sacarina. Dorada y viscosa. Vivía en un paraíso mexicano mientras conservé mi inglés con solo mis pensamientos. La miel atrapó mis pensamientos como ámbar y preservó mi ingenuidad. Mi inglés se mantuvo inmaculado con mi juventud. Mientras, mi español pudo madurar y explorar este nuevo terreno. Pero este néctar empalagoso no logró saciar las gargantas de los demás. Les ofrecí miel, cuando nada más quisieron la pureza del agua. I wanted nothing more than to offer the very nectar that had sanded the callouses off my tongue. Yet, their fangs drained the sweetness from my fragile veins. Their forked tongues stabbed sibilant snarls into my sensitive ears. Their talons tore at my paper-thin skin while I stretched my arms out in surrender. I begged for mercy, but I was met with their vitriol. Their venom spat across my face and the acid was left to blister my delicate flesh. My Spanish offended them. So, they left me branded with gleaming rosa scars. La gringa.

Farmington.

Chillicothe.

Selma.

I clenched my hands around mis palabras like the flawless diamantes I chiseled from mi tierra sagrada. No puedo dejar que escuchen mi español. They wouldn’t hear my Spanish. Pero los diamantes dug their resentment into my flesh with their sharp points. I held a precious hidden treasure in my palms that I feared would be ripped from my clutches by overzealous thieves. I wanted nothing more than to wash off the sangre that dripped from my pierced fingers. I wanted to thrash and scream— ¡Mira! ¡Mira como brillan! ¡Mira que preciosos y radiantes son! But when I finally spread my fingers out wide for the world to see, they only saw the blackest coal glistening with the redness of my fear. They snatched black diamonds and set my mundo ablaze. From the glowing embers, they branded my skin anew. The wetback.

San Antonio. Again.

Again. There were others like me, but were they like me? Were the manuals to their lives written in English or ¿escrito en español? Do they prefer flour tortillas or ¿prefieren tortillas de maiz? Did they have to climb up to the stage and prove to the world, that like, ¡No, en serio! ¡Te lo juro! Soy Mexicana! ¿O les arrancaban el micrófono de las manos a pesar de gritar, “No, I swear! I’m American!”? I was no longer alone. We were alone together. Our existence and identities became a performance; a dance for no one that particularly cared. "Watch the amazing acrobatics! See how we jump between two worlds!" Uno que nos rechazó por haber nacido en el mundo equivocado and one that unwelcomed us for being born with a different language caged behind our teeth. They tried to mark us out in the open, but our skins held no more room for new scars. Instead, they abandon like the waste they deemed us. We were left ignored and unworthy of recognition. We became expendable. Unseemly. Incongruous. Nothing. Nada.

Here and now.

My skin is no longer tattooed with scars with which I was branded. It has thickened and matured. It’s the leather of an ancient tome that was bestowed secret knowledge of two powerful realms. It’s the bark of a wizened gnarled oak that straddles the old and new worlds. I am steady in my journey and I am sure of my path. Tengo mi voz y mis susurros will tear down brick walls erected by the deplorable. Tengo mi voz y mis gritos will demand for all dreamers to have their dreams realized. Tengo mi voz y anunciaré al mundo que I know who I am and am not. I am too white. I am not dark enough. I am not white enough. Soy descolorida. I am nothing. Soy nada. I am a wetback. Soy una gringa. I am something. Soy todo. I am the longing for Spanish to kiss me with their honeyed lips. Soy la boca que fue moldeada con la fuerza y dureza de inglés. I am Latinx y soy latine. I am mexicana. Soy American. I am both. Soy dos almas encerradas en un cuerpo. I am the amalgamation of the ancient and modern. Soy las tradiciones pasadas por mis papás and I am the resister of their outdated ways. Soy Mexican-American. I am mexicana-americana. I’m me. Soy yo. Me.

[will80sbyers]

Mike and Will getting separated for a bit in the upside down and being super worried about the other one and we follow Mike going around searching for Will and being super worried and then he finds Will and they look at each other like it's a parallel to Miele in s2 but they are more hesitant about hugging so they slowly get closer looking into each other's eyes and smiling and talking about what happened and « I knew I'd find you» and «you always do» and then Mike just hugs him tight and Will is stunned for a moment before losing himself in the hug and then Mike gets a bit awkward when they separate because they almost kiss too before we get some damn monster screaming in the distance and interrupting them

[starrlikesbooks]

Happy May! The best month! 💖🌷

Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli is one of the few books on this list that I have had the great fortune to have already read, and it easily and quickly became one of my favorite books. I love this story of bi-realization and what queer infighting and virtue signaling does to our community, and I love the tender newness of this love story! Thinking about this book makes me feel weepy, and I desperately want all of you to read it.

To Shape a Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose is a Native led fantasy about dragon training and colonization. This book sounds really, really cool, and seems like it could be a bit of a more diverse Dragon Prince, but academic.

All the Dead Lie Down by Kyrie McCauley would have made it on this list even if it didn't look so intriguing, because I trust McCauley so much to make a captivating story with strong, vivid characters. This time, however, things are going Gothic! This is a creepy story of nannying and old houses and horror writers that I'm sure will be stunningly atmospheric.

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee is a queer romance starring two Chinese men and looks so fluffy and cute. This one has a fake dating of convenience to help boost business and just from that cover alone I'm sure it's going to be sweet as anything.

Painted Devils by Margaret Owen is the sequel to Little Thieves, and while it very much does feel like a middle book in a trilogy (which I'm still so excited about!) it gives all the meddling Vanja and low gods vibes as before, now with more romance and absolute need for therapy. I have read this one, and need the next book in my hands like a month ago thank you.

Venom & Vow by Anna-Marie McLemore and Elliot McLemore is the queer romantic fantasy of my dreams! This one has mistaken identities and hidden identities all due to nefarious plots and fluid genders! I love Anna-Marie McLemore and everything about this screams that I would love it, so I'm gnashing at the bit to get this one!

We'll Never Tell by Wendy Heard is yet another book I know I'll probably love based first and foremost on the author. I loved Dead End Girls, and Heard's 3rd book feels like it'll be a similar vibe. This one is about a group of teen investigators accidentally biting off more than they can chew and causing one of their group to get murdered.

Something Like Possible by Miel Moreland I've already read and have been looking forward to seeing it out on the shelf since last year! If you loved the politics of Red White & Royal Blue but would love a YA, sapphic take- grab this book! The politics here are mostly class president based but everything feels more significant and the themes are just heavy enough to do real heavy lifting. Plus, of course, the romance is impeccable.

Threads That Bind by Kika Hatzopoulou claims to be a bit of a mix of Percy Jackson and Song of Achilles, following descendents of Greek figures who inherit their power. The main character of this is a descendant of The Fates (amazing concept right there!) and must use her powers to solve a string of brutal murders

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PASTELS ARE SO PRETTY <33 i'm always divided between my love for pastels and neon purple, neon pink, neon dark blue and neon light blue. Idk why but these four colors together just make my brain so happy it's so satisfying to look at!! >w<

AND OMG 'Cherry Blossom Pumpkin' is SUCH a cute name/vibe I'm screaming!!! >w< (fr that's the type of internet name I would have given myself lmao)(Miel means 'honey' in french!! :D imagine translucid purplish pinkish honey! it would be so pretty!! (pastel pink honey does exist but I wish it was a more translucid vibrante pink ngl)

'the truth is, i use the gradient style as a ‘cheat’ for myself, to make a piece looks finished without having to render much.'

The truth is, I think it's smart af. And I mean it!! Art shouldn't have to be your 100% every time!! Even more when you have a busy life, or just in general to avoid burn out or to resent drawing. It's a great way to make creating more enjoyable while keeping a great finish, keep doing so!! :) <3

'the gradient palette i use is specifically the ukiyo-e gradient palette, which is a gradient palette intended to mimic the japanese ukiyo-e painting style.'

I noticed that actually!!!! >:D I absolutely adore the vibe it gives off but I didn't know it had a name!

'would love to one day make a full doujin comic for grumbo, but idk about my time and energy'

That would be super fun, but yeah it would take a LOT of work xP

And i'm really glad you're here to stay!!! >w< <3 <3 <3 Can't wait to see more of you!! Even if it's with gradient style x)

(Also I hope you're adapting to Japan well <3)

thank you so much ;w; really, thank you for all the messages and drawing prompts 😭🫶 they’re all really great and i wish i could draw them all but alas energy and time really deplete as you get older 🥲 i’m the oldest in my language class, these kiddos are going to uni, meanwhile i’m here pushing to my late 20s trying to figure out how to live by myself

i’m adapting for sure, it really helps that i immediately found 3 other people from the same country and we immediately hit it off (our folks tend to do that lol) they’re all younger than me, even younger than my own sister, lol i keep gaining younger kids under my wing

thank you so much for engaging with me ;w; i really look forward to them, thank you!!!

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Charlotte: My God Louis! Napoléon V: I've suffered a bit, I must say

Charlotte (teasing): I heard some screams, yes

Napoléon V: Mock you, he who laughs last, laughs hardest!

Charlotte: You shouldn't stay too long in the sun, your skin is so red. Did you put on some cream? Napoléon V : Darling, I'm not a little boy Charlotte (teasing): Hm-hm

Napoléon V: I don't like sitting around doing nothing Charlotte: It feels good once in a while. It's only the first day Louis Napoléon V: Sorry, I don't want to seem like I'm always complaining

Napoléon V: I didn't go on vacation very often. And my father always made sure our days were full, even in the mountains or by the sea

Charlotte: We'll do a few activities, but they won't be as strenuous as waxing, so don't worry

Napoléon V: I did it for you, and I don't intend to do it again

Charlotte: But more and more men are doing it. I prefer you this way, you look cleaner on yourself Napoléon V: What are you implying? Charlotte: Nothing, my dear. What counts is my satisfaction, isn't it? Napoléon V: Yes, darling

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Honeymoon at Bora-Bora, 2 Messidor An 230

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Napoléon and his wife Charlotte relax at their villa on their first day of honeymoon. The young man agreed to have his body hair removed after a relaxing session, to please Charlotte.

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon et son épouse Charlotte se détendent à leur villa pour leur premier jour de lune de miel. Le jeune homme a accepté de se faire épiler les poils du corps après une séance détente, pour faire plaisir à Charlotte.

Charlotte: Mon Dieu Louis! Napoléon V: J'ai un peu souffert je dois dire

Charlotte (taquine) : J'ai entendu quelques cris, oui

Napoléon V : Moque toi, rira bien qui rira le dernier

Charlotte : Tu ne devrais pas rester trop au soleil, ta peau est si rouge. As-tu mis de la crème ? Napoléon V : Chérie, je ne suis pas un petit garçon Charlotte (taquine) : J'ai entendu ça

Napoléon V : Je n'aime pas rester sans rien faire Charlotte : Cela fait du bien, de temps en temps. Ce n'est que le premier jour Louis Napoléon V : Désolé, je ne veux pas donner l'impression de me plaindre tout le temps

Napoléon V : Je ne suis pas allé souvent en vacances. Et mon père veillait toujours à ce que nos journées soient bien remplies, même à la montagne ou à la mer

Charlotte : Nous ferons quelques activités, moins éprouvantes que l'épilation rassure toi

Napoléon V : J'ai fait cela pour toi, et je ne pense pas recommencer. Ce n'est pas mon truc, l'épilation

Charlotte : Pourtant, de plus en plus d'hommes le font. Je te préfère ainsi, tu fais plus propre sur toi Napoléon V : Qu'est-ce que tu sous-entends ? Charlotte : Rien mon aimé. Ce qui compte est ma satisfaction, n'est-ce pas ? Napoléon V : Oui chérie

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My sane

Five Hargreeves x reader

Tag: @thirteen2003fan & @instabull

Warnings: talking about death, sad Five.

Five looked at Diego and Lila trying to find their “son” Stanley. Five rolled his eyes and sighed knowing the kid he probably got kugelblitz.

He turned his head a bit and grumbled, “Can you believe it Y/N they lost the kid they adopt all because they are sentient STDs.” He then actually looked at his side and saw no one. It’s been a habit lately that he talks to himself thinking his wife was just going to be there. He decided to ignore them for a bit and saw Luther and Sloane. They wanted them to join them at the Sparrow academy.

While walking to the academy he thought about everything he went the past 20 days and more. First, he landed in the courtyard of his house, back to his 20-year-old body. Then he tried to save that apocalypse from his brother, which made him take his family back in time to save them, he landed in the ’60s and tried to save his family from that apocalypse. Took them to the right time but not the right timeline and now he has a stupid kugelblitz to handle yet again. Can’t even get a break right Y/N?

He remembers finding a Polaroid camera during your little search in the apocalypse and taking a picture with you. He remembers your smile and the giggles you will let out when he will say something about his calculations that you knew you weren’t able to understand. It made him want to cry remembering you. He zones back when they got to the academy and Fei opens the door for them.

“Lovely to meet you.” Lila introduces herself to Fei.

“Welcome.” Fei returns to gesture, “make yourselves at home.” She tells the academy people.

Allison who was already in a bad mood, “bitch this is our home.” And sat down.

Five decided to ignore them for now and listen to what Diego noticed. “Where the hell is Viktor and Klaus?”

Five chuckled, “With our luck, probably kugelblitzed by now.”

Diego looked at him weirdly. “You’re a dark little dude sometimes.”

Five listened to Diego and Ben argue like little children and sighed. Jesus, why can’t they just get to the point? “Okay, if the testosterone twins are done, I’d like to get back to a plan.”

Viktor then jogged into the room looking around. He looked like he was about to be in tears.

“Where is he?” He asked looking at the Sparrow academy and then at Allison. Five also looked at them not knowing who they were talking about but having a clue who. Five zoned them out a bit, but Ben brought him back.

“20 bucks on the little one,” Ben whispered to Five while eating cheese puffs. Five looked at him and thought about it.

“I’ll take that action.” Five leaned to Ben to whisper to him, not wanting to get in the middle of his sibling's fight.

‘You shouldn’t be betting on your own siblings Miele that’s just mean coming from you.’ He can already know what would be his wife’s words if she was here.

“This wasn’t about saving the world. This was about hurting me. Payback for - -“ Viktor started, making Five stop thinking about his wife and listening to Viktor and Allison argue.

“Go on. Say her name.” Allison went on looking intimidating and looking down at Viktor. Five got tired of it and stood up.

“That’s it Allison we get it you’re hurt you lost your daughter, but everyone lost someone, not just you, you can’t just say this shit to Viktor, you killed someone important to him.” Five exclaimed back at Allison and everyone started looking at him. Five was pissed everyone lost someone, Luther lost Pogo in a way, Diego lost his mother, Klaus lost our Ben and Dave, and Viktor lost Sissy and now Harlan. Allison turned to him.

“You haven’t lost anyone Five you were stuck in the apocalypse and you were gone for years so how the hell can you say you lost someone!” She screamed at him while holding back tears. Five gave a painful laugh and looked at his sister with so much pain.

“You think I didn’t lose someone too?! I lost my own wife! My happiness I lost her to the stupid apocalypse that I so badly wanted to save all of you guys because those were her last words to me! To save my family! I lost the one person that kept me sane all those years from an illness that we both couldn’t do anything because guess what Allison!?” Five yelled while looking at her, “There was no medicine! No cure! No hospital! I saw the love of my life die in my arms! So to answer your stupid question sister yes I did lose someone are you happy now?!” Five finished and had to take deep breaths.

The whole family looked at him lost for words, not knowing what to tell their young but older brother from the news that he told them. Five sighed and started sniffling feeling the weight of guilt for his wife drowning him. “I lost the only person that I cared about, and I couldn’t do anything to keep her alive with me. I miss her. I miss my Y/N.” Five wept softly. Diego sighed and grabbed his brother and hugged him.

Five felt rigid not having felt a hug since the last one you gave him. He slowly stop tensing and hugged his brother back and cried. Five broke down his walls and held on to Diego for support.

“I miss her Diego and I can’t do anything to bring her back.”