#mutals breathing is important

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Asthma info graphics for those who might need

Asthma comes in mutaple severity's and each asthma attack comes at it's own strength. Normally outside of asthma attacks you should be able to breath fine. Even if you only have stacks rearly or mild symptoms doesn't mean you don't have it. Breathing problems can be annoying to extremely dangerous. the normal amount of time you should be struggling to breath is none.

[cheriewoo]

Mutal Midnight Madness | Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Kang Yeosang ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆Day 23 : Phone Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a hectic day at work, you decide to hop on a video call with your boyfriends, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. A special gift from San becomes your source of joy, while the boys keep you entertained all night.

☆Word Count : 2.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Idol-Au, Crack. ☆Pairing : Idol! Wooyoung x Idol! San x Idol! Yeosang x Stylist! F.Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, pure Smut (18+), y/n was a stylist for the boys, menace WooSanSang, flirty texts on crack (ss inside for u my loves! 😉 ), use of sex toys (vibrator), phone sex, boys are busy with their “It’s You” mv while y/n is in Italy for her fashion show, lots of riling up, hella suggestive, edging, praise, petnames (cutie, kitten, baby, babygirl )

NOTE : Day 23 with my boys WooSanSang for you all. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time.

Hope y’all enjoy this piece, I loved writing it so much. I loved writing those flirty msgs on crack so have fun (ss are there waiting for you). Hope you enjoy and show some love to this ma cheries , I have tried something different.

"Let us take care of you, babygirl," Yeosang and Wooyoung assured you as they watched through the screen. The vibrator, San's gift, took you to peaks of pleasure, their names falling from your lips like a prayer, while San's intense eyes never left your beautiful frame.

But how did the midnight madness begin ? Let's rewind a bit.

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“Y/n, how is the collection coming together ?” your collection director Amanda, asked as you diligently worked on your first clothing collection, set to be presented at Milan Fashion Week. After working as a stylist for four years, you were finally getting the chance to release your own collection.

“Yeah, it’s coming together really well.” you replied to Amanda, just as your phone pinged with a notification. You quickly turned it off.

“I’m already halfway done with the collection, Amanda. Just a few more pieces and some accessories I have planned. Once those are designed, I’ll be completely finished,” you continued, a satisfied smile spreading across Amanda’s face as she admired your work.

She noted the intricate details you’d incorporated, impressed by how you’d pulled inspiration from fantasy elements while still keeping the pieces wearable—a challenge you had tackled successfully.

“Really amazing work, Y/n. The collection truly feels like one cohesive piece, with different moving parts that all contribute to the main message, pulling it together beautifully.” she complimented you as your phone pinged again. You let out a nervous chuckle, quickly turning it off once more.

“Thank you so much, Amanda. I really hope this collection makes an impact on the Milan runway,” you replied, hoping it would be your big break into the glamorous world of fashion. Another ping.

“I’m sure it will. This might be the star collection of the season, given how diverse it is. It will definitely appeal to a wide audience.” she said. Your phone pinged yet again. “Y/n… that sounds like an important message. Why don’t you check it?” she urged.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing, Amanda. Just a few friends from Korea. You remember when I worked as a stylist there? It’s just them,” you replied, carefully hiding the fact that these friends were actually members of a famous boyband called Ateez.

“Ahh… I do remember. Anyway, I won’t take up more of your time. Good luck hun,” Amanda said before leaving the room. You took a deep breath, only to be startled by another ping on your phone.

A year ago, you had worked as a stylist for KQ Entertainment. Specifically, you were responsible for styling Wooyoung and San. With your social personality, you quickly became close friends with them—they enjoyed your company and admired the outfits you put together for them. Yeosang also became your responsibility to style when his stylist suddenly quit, and that’s where this beautiful, messy journey began: feelings, sneaky one-night stands, and a secret relationship that followed you to Milan. You quit your job as a stylist after a few months when an incredible opportunity arose to work on your own collection under Amanda. Leaving Korea, you moved to Italy but kept in touch with the boys, bound by the fun evenings and party-filled nights you had shared with them.

Finally, you opened the message that had your phone buzzing nonstop. Your eyes lit up at the notifications from your favorite group chat with the boys: Sinners Squad (you all thought the name was kind of silly, but it definitely fit whatever the four of you had going on, so you decided to keep it).

After a hectic evening, you finally returned home, eager for your video call with the boys. You missed them so much, and knowing they were busy shooting the “It’s You” music video only made you crave their presence more. The fact that they still made time for you, despite their hectic schedules, sent a rush of warmth through you.

What started as a no-strings-attached arrangement quickly spiraled into something thrilling. Playful flirting and heated exchanges deepened your bond, and memories of sneaky one-night stands ignited delicious tension between you. Their teasing words dripped with double meanings, leaving you breathless and craving more.

You all respected each other's craft, but the undeniable chemistry kept you longing for those stolen moments together. Their virtual support was laced with flirtation, and you often found yourself blushing at their suggestive comments, knowing this connection was anything but ordinary.

Now, their support came through sultry phone calls and steamy video chats, with each word of affirmation only intensifying the longing you felt for them. The group chat buzzed with playful banter, flirty remarks, and a few cheeky emojis that left you blushing, reminding you of the passionate yet playful connection you all shared.

Finishing your dinner, you freshened up, changing into your night clothes just as your phone lit up. A video call from the boys. Smiling, you picked up the call to find Yeosang’s beautiful, makeup-free face greeting you with a huge smile. In the background, you could hear Wooyoung yelling at Yeosang to stop showing him while he struggled to pull on his pants.

What the heck are you doing, Woo ?

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay okay…I’m decent now. But can you blame me ? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh ? What are you guys planning ? " as you wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous ?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! I figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really ?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game ? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera ?” His challenge was way exciting to say no to do. Nodding you head, you wondered what you could share that will excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys?” You shot back at them as Yeosang’s grin widened at you confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile dawned his face, “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose cutie ?” You chuckled but did not back down from the fun as a long night of spicy and fun conversations awaited you.

“Game on, boys.” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward,eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone chuckled at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed in a way that they could get a full body view of you while they adjusted their phone to make it a hands free experience.

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay, okay... I’m decent now. But can you blame me? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh? What are you guys planning?" You wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! Figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera?” His challenge was way too exciting to say no to. Nodding your head, you wondered what story you could share that would excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys ?” you shot back as Yeosang’s grin widened at your confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on, kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose, cutie?” You chuckled but didn’t back down from the fun, as a long night of spicy and entertaining conversation awaited.

“Game on, boys,” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward, his eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone laughed at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed, angling it to give them a full view of you, as they adjusted their phones to make it a hands-free experience.

“Alright, let’s get this game started!” Wooyoung declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Y/n, you’re up first. Share your wildest fashion story, and remember, it better be juicy.”

You took a deep breath, feeling heat flood your cheeks. “Okay, okay. So, there was this one time at a fashion show—”

Before you could finish, San interrupted, a playful smirk dancing on his face. “Wait, Y/n. If we’re going to share stories, let’s do it properly. You know, since we’re all friends here…” He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I brought something special for tonight.”

Curiosity sparked within you. “Oh ? Okay, San… what have you planned for me?”

He leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I may have sent you that toy you mentioned wanting to try out. Thought it could help you with your story, kitten.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened in playful delight. “You did what? Now I’m curious! You have to show us, Y/n!”

Wooyoung chuckled, “I knew I liked San for a reason. This just got a whole lot more interesting.” He leaned closer, his voice teasingly low. “Now, how about you give us a little demonstration while you share your story?”

You felt a rush of excitement course through you. “Alright, but you boys better be ready to share something too.” You had already opened the toy that San had sent earlier and were wondering when you’d get a chance to use it.

Guess the perfect opportunity just struck.

As you reached for the toy, Wooyoung licked his lips in anticipation. “Oh, we’re ready. Just make sure you keep your voice down so the hotel staff doesn’t come knocking.”

You smiled coyly, bringing the toy into view. “Just guide me through this, and I promise I’ll keep it interesting.”

“Okay, here’s the plan,” San said, his tone playful yet filled with a hint of seduction as he rubbed his hands. “While you pleasure yourself, we’ll each take turns describing what we’d do to you if we were there.”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Yeosang added, leaning forward, his voice dripping with flirtation. “I can’t wait to hear what you think about my ideas.”

This whole setup was perfect, given how much you missed them. They could almost feel like they were right beside you. Wow! Why have we never tried this before, you thought as Wooyoung’s voice pulled you back to reality.

Wooyoung spoke, his tone low and inviting, beginning the chain of wild imaginations. “I’d love to start. Just imagine, Y/n. If I was there, I’d slowly push your legs apart, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look, how good you’d feel with my hands exploring every inch of you as you touch yourself.”

San’s eyes glinted with mischief as he joined in. “But don’t forget, Woo. I’d be right there, teasing you about how good you look in those cute pajamas while I watched you pleasure yourself. I’d want to hear every little sound you make as you feel that toy inside you.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you turned on the toy, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through your body. You could feel the warmth radiating from the three boys on the screen, their eyes filled with hunger as they watched you.

Yeosang smirked, leaning back slightly, his voice sultry and low. “Just think, Y/n. If we were all together, I’d take my time, tracing my fingers down your thighs while you touched yourself. I’d make you squirm, teasing you until you begged for more.”

Wooyoung leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper. “That’s right, Y/n. Let us guide you through every part while we pleasure ourselves, too. Just picture us, all together, lost in this moment, completely focused on you.”

You could feel your pulse quickening, the toy’s vibrations mixing with their seductive words, stirring a delicious heat in your core. “I can definitely get used to this.” you said, a sultry smile dancing on your lips.

“Good, because we’re not done yet,” San teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Keep going, Y/n. We want to hear every sound, see every expression.”

With every twist of the toy and every word that escaped your lips, you felt the tension building within you. “Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that.” you challenged, your voice dripping with playful defiance.

Wooyoung laughed, his gaze intense. “Alright, Y/n, I’m just getting warmed up. Picture this: I’m right there, kissing up your body, my lips trailing along your neck while you get lost in your pleasure. I want to hear how much you crave it.”

San added, his voice a mix of urgency and teasing, “And I’d make sure you’re completely filled with pleasure, using that toy just like I would with my fingers plunged inside your dripping cunt, pushing you closer to the edge with a relentless pace until you can’t take it anymore.”

You moaned softly, the vibrations from the toy syncing perfectly with their words, urging you closer to ecstasy. “You guys are killing me.” you breathed, biting your lip.

Yeosang’s voice was low and coaxing, “Let go, Y/n. Come for us, baby. Just let the pleasure wash over you. We’re here, we’re watching, and we want you to enjoy every second.”

With a shaky breath, you continued, their voices guiding you deeper into your pleasure. “I can feel it building, guys… I’m so close.” Your hand gripped the sheets as the toy’s vibrations drew soft, pleasurable moans from you. The boys on the other side of the screen, watching your delicious movements with intense gazes, was the cherry on top.

“Amazing,” Wooyoung said, his voice thick with desire. “Now picture all three of us surrounding you, our lips worshipping your neck, your juicy breasts, and silky smooth thighs, our fingers taking turns entering and leaving your sweet cunt, making you feel so good you can’t help but scream our names.”

San chimed in, his words a seductive whisper. “We want to hear you fall apart, kitten. Don’t hold back. Let us feel how much you want us.”

The heat coiling in your belly reached its peak, and you felt yourself just on the edge. “I… I can’t hold on much longer!” you gasped.

“Then don’t.” Yeosang encouraged, his tone coaxing and smooth. “Let it all go, Y/n. We’re right here with you.”

With their voices urging you on, you let the waves of pleasure crash over you, your body responding to every command they gave. “Oh my god!” you cried out, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumed you, the toy helping you ride the high as you came all over your white sheets.

As you rode the wave of your climax, the boys cheered you on, their laughter and encouragement filling the room with warmth and joy.

Finally, as you came down from the high, your breaths came in shaky gasps, your heart racing as you basked in the afterglow of the experience. You looked at the screen, finding them all grinning, eyes bright with mischief and admiration.

“That was something else. Do you want us to send more of those toys, babygirl ?” Wooyoung asked, his expression a mix of satisfaction and playful intrigue, curious about your preferences now after trying the toy for the first time.

“I’d rather have you guys here instead of the toy, but wow, that was an amazing experience.” you replied, not quite ready to replace them with the toy just yet.

San nodded, smirking. “Just wait until we’re all together again, kitten.”

Yeosang added, his eyes sparkling. “Let’s just say, this mutual midnight madness is only the beginning.”

“Yeah! But I’m not against the idea of trying more toys if you want to watch me. So, keep them coming,” you teased before heading to the washroom to clean up, as the boys also hung up to clean themselves as Wooyoung had clearly made a mess of himself watching you pleasure yourself.

After this ecstatic call, your body craved more and more of these midnight moments as you got ready to sleep, bracing for a hectic workday tomorrow.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

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[chronicallydolly]

Life returned to normal. No more Phantom Thieves, no more running and problems, just normal teenagers enjoying the sweet reward of a peaceful life. With struggles and challenges but with free will and hope for a better future and their dreams. Ren was inside of the train, returning to his home and Morgana was resting inside his bag.

The memories of every single thing that happened in the whole year were a bit overwhelming but to be raw honest more than overwhelming… it was… a crushing feeling, like he has a ton of bricks on the top of his chest. He felt happiness, relief, sadness, confusion, pride. He felt everything. Ren sighed after taking some deep breaths and trying to relax. But the most bittersweet feeling… was Akechi. Ren kept his glove on his bag with the important things. Because Akechi was important. And they had a promise. He wished with all his heart and strength everyday just to see him again. Ren did all the stupid things that were considered good luck just to see Akechi once more.

Ren was resting when his phone sounded and he looked at it. It was just a notification of the ex-Phantom thieves chat but… it happened. The sight of his eye saw Akechi’s clothes. Ren immediately turned his head to see his face, but the sun was hitting his eyes. He grabbed his bag and went to the train door. He begged for the train assistant to open the door with the excuse of a “health emergency”. With some hesitation they opened the door for him. Ren felt his heart beating so fast and so loud. He didn’t mind losing the train ticket. He didn’t care about anything.

Ren run to the direction were he saw Akechi, not even thinking in what to say, not knowing if he was going to recognize him… he was not even sure that was Akechi. But he finally caught the person. And it was Akechi indeed.

—You found me.—Akechi said smiling with his usual collected expression when he felt Ren touch on his arms.

But that smile was a futile attempt to hide his feelings. Akechi was tearing up just like Ren. He just hugged Akechi like he never hugged anyone in his entire existence, it was a desperate embrace, a scared one, a blessed one.

—I was going to find you, in this life or in the other. We had a promise together, don’t we?

And the hug lasted some minutes. They didn’t wanted to end it. All Ren wished were heard and all Akechi love was mutal.

—Looks like you lost the train, my dear.

—But I won more than anyone.

Ren couldn’t hide his feelings not even for a second more and he kissed Akechi. A small tender and desperate kiss. He didn’t mind that they were in a crowded train station. He just… kissed Akechi. And Akechi kissed back. All the pain was worth it.

Morgana woke up when Ren left the bag fell to the floor and a loud “MEOW” was heard. Akechi chuckled and Ren fell in love a bit more with that cute sound. Maybe this reality was the perfect one for them. And finally the glove could return to his owner.

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This was my first time writing something so long in English but god knows how much I needed to write this, my apologies for the poor grammar and the mistakes! ;; shuake gave me more than I could ever describe. My heart beats faster just thinking in them.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Doting husband Bruce and Alfred?

Alfred could only discribe the state of things as a sort of Cold War.

No one was openly fighting but, it was a far cry from the witty reparte and then giggles from behind the nearest locking door that usually followed whatever spat.

The tension was thick. Almost suffocating, despite mutal efforts to keep Dick and the rest of the house from knowing what was happening. And it was clear something was about to break.

Young, vigourous individuals who liked to argue didn't do well with this sort of stalemate.

It just didn't make sense. You were recovering well. Pins and walking cask seemed to be doing the trick, even if the sling and the broken ribs made working from your office a nightmare. Bruce was coping with the fall out- at least presumably. He'd found the responsible culprits and put them safely away, effectively ending the unrest in the rest of the city before it became open warefare.

"You're not as good as you think you are."

"That's not fai-"

"If you were as smart as you think you are your parents wouldn't have managed to take you for a ride."

"Also not-"

"It became my problem when I had to pay them off because you didn't grow a backbone."

The silence was deafening. Broken only by laboured breathing. The sharp, furious sound of an animal backed into a corner.

"Fuck you." The only way Alfred heard you was because he'd crept closer to the door. And only the sound of limping footfalls forced him back, narrowly avoiding being seen by sidestepping into the shadows.

Cold war indeed. Complete with some sort of psy-op. He waited for a moment, working to regain control of his temper. Of course you were upset. Of course you were hurt. The only thing he didn't understand was why Bruce would use THAT to try and bring you to heel.

Alfred let himself into the study without bothering to knock, watching Bruce pour himself a drink. "Well that was poorly done."

"She's going to get herself killed," Bruce said quietly. He took a sip, letting the whiskey burn and taking a deep breath. He'd held back cruler offerings. Things he KNEW would make you back down.

Alfred felt his eyes narrow, "And you won't?"

"That's not the same-"

"Justice, it seems is a double edged sword," he said. "And it seems she's doing what-"

"I won't let them take her."

"No. You're just going to undermine her until you batter her into a hollow shadow of pliant socialite," he snapped.

"Alfred."

The butler felt his eyes narrow and he turned on his heel before he can point out that any number of men would be all too happy to say anything it took to lure you away from Bruce. To flatter you and offer you the attention you weren't getting.

Right now he had more important concerns. Primarily making sure you weren't packing to leave. If that happened he didn't know what he'd do. He didn't relish going back to living in a bachelor's household.

[kissesandcream]

a smol sibling.,

w/ xiao, kaeya, & venti

— • request from anon : being the trio’s younger sibling! (separately)

xiao p1 || kaeya p1 || gn ! sibling ! reader || headcanon format || 1.5k words

; masterlist.,

; a / n - i’ve done xiao and kaeya before, but i had some more ideas so i’m making some more! links above if you’d like to read the others <3

xiao .,

• the other hcs i made for him where general, but here anon specified a younger sibling, so i’ll do that!

• he’s that sibling who’ll pretend ur the most annoying thing on the planet but would do anything for u so much as you ask

• “xiao when u come back could i have some glaze lilies” “get them yourself im the vigilant yaksha not a flower picker🙄” mhm then why did u literally wipe out qingce village’s flower population hm xiao 🤨

• teaches u how to fight!! but he’s not teaching he’s “helping you discover things yourself so you can be a functional person”

• it takes way too much effort to get this man to admit he loves you but you know it as much as he does so it’s okay <3

• cloud retainer has so much dirt on him it’s crazy. if you ever need some blackmail material head over to hers. also you can find some embarassing pictures she’s got a heckton

• verr goldet takes care of u a lot too, xiao’s a great brother and all but he lacks in this department called self care

• idk if you’re mortal or adeptus or half adeptus but if you need to eat and do basic body functions he does not got u covered

• mans would try to raise u on almond tofu until verr goldet bought out a food pyramid and explained about these things called nutrients 

• he also doesn’t understand how important sleep is so,,, “xiao i’m gonna stay up” “yeah sure whatever” passing out two days later “y/N WHAT’S WRONG-”

• yeah verr goldet and the innkeeper guy give him a guide to basic survival talk and all through it he’s glaring at you like why did you never tell me you needed human things to live >:( 

• now that he knows you need sleep, he makes u sleep at 8 pm every night like a grandpa!! good luck trying to get him to stop!!

• are these getting too guardian-like and less sibling-like??? 😭 but that’s the vibes he gives yk!! ur over protective adeptus parent-brother who has no clue how u work but wants to try to understand a little

• in the game u can tell how much more open he gets wit the traveller as friendship levels progress, and if you’ve maxed it out he’d basically do anything for you and would want you to trouble him than yourself

• and he’ll probably be closer with you than he’ll ever be with traveller since you’re siblings and whatnot, so it would make sense that he looks out for you more than your typical older brother yk

• plays the flute for you!! if he hears u humming a tune under your breath he’ll find it and learn it to play for u 

• he may not fully understand how relationships work but he’s trying his best for u <3

 kaeya .,

• my other kaeya hcs were in relation to you being close / living with diluc, but these will be more general and central towards kaeya!

• kaeya fits literally every older brother trope that exists. the brother who’s always got ur back? you got it. the brother who keeps secrets you don’t know about from you? heck yeah. the annoying brother who makes u do his chores for him? maybe a little too much.

• pls he (lovingly) shoves all of his small tasks onto u it’s infuriating but you can’t even say no bc then he gets all dramatic 

• “y/n 😩 you’re abandonning your dear brother like this 😩 how could you 😩 i didn’t know you were so cruel 😩” sir shut up <3

• since he’s a people person everyone knows u very well too, heck all the senior citizens probably voted u as second best in law after him or smth idk man 

• hanging out with best boy bennett!! he canonically sees kaeya as an older brother too so y’all def go on little adventures together <3

• ur one of the only people who have ever looked under his eyepatch, diluc and crepus being the only other two

• sometimes he forgets to take it off when he goes to bed and it leaves a bruise bc it’s pretty tight, so he let’s you change it for him 

• “i can do this myself, you know” well he can but you both know he likes it better when you’re there

• does not allow your closet to be anything less than exquisite, you’ve got a bunch of scarfs like his whether you like it for not

• makes u buy his wine from diluc for him bc every time he goes to the tavern diluc raises the price tenfold just for him

• he’s that sibling who will rile you up on purpose just for the fun of it. i have a cousin who used to do that when he was younger and it was annoying but he still adores me sm so i don’t mind <3

• besides even if he does get on ur nerves amber’s got ur back- you can rant to her about him for hours on end and she’ll add with her experiences with kaeya’s bullying

• what are siblings if not for sibling rivalry, yes he picks on u constantly but he also picks u up when you’re feeling low <3

venti .,

• oh my gods he would be sO FUN

• the two of you are the bane of diluc’s existence, venti loops u into his winery pilfering plans a lot 

• venti pulls the archon card if the two of you get caught by him idk what excuse you’ve got but it better be good 😭

• no way the god of wind and song’s sibling doesn’t love music- even if you’re tone deaf, or hard of hearing, music is about the pleasure it brings and he’ll bring it to you

• you guys go wind gliding a lot of the time too!! y’all don’t even need gliders you’ve got the power of anemo 😎

• he’s that cool brother who’s only rule is that you do whatever you want to do, life is too short for regrets so live in the moment and be spontaneous!

• even though he’s older he seems much younger than you at heart 😭 will wine if you don’t do something for him it’s hilarious

• you’ve got other things to do and he’s just “but hanging out!!!” and ur like “but work!!!” 

• it’s very hard to be productive with him around, he will distract u with something as mundane as an apple- it’s not his fault tho bb just has a poor attention span 😭 

• he’s very clingy, if you’re together he’ll link your elbows like everyone did in sixth grade, and in turn u can kick him in the kneecaps when he does stupid things

• he’s the ceo of stupid things so u get to kick him a lot, it’s a mutal symbiotic relationship we love to see it <33

• my brain is dead and i can’t english rn but. his vibes yk he’s so fun to be around, he gives out surprisingly killer advice too

• i have this man’s teapot lines plastered on my wall bc they help me deal with stuff, so if you’re ever down you can always, always, always go to him and he’ll have the exact things to say

• if it’s words, he has them, if it’s silence you need he’ll lend you his shoulder; but there was never an instance he doesn’t leave you better than before

• you haven’t seen his archon side a lot, since he doesn’t show it all that much, but it’s so far from venti it’s a little scary; but in a sort of admiring way yk

• you guys visit zhongli sometimes, and it’s a free real estate for blackmail material bc of how terrified venti is of him

• zhongli is like that long lost uncle who visits once a year, and you’re his favorite child so he gives you candy and picks on venti for not taking good enough care of you

• “i’m their sibling not their parent” “you’re older have some responsibility >:(”

• if you ever get drunk he will hear about it and will come all the way from liyue to i will have order venti’s head, regardless of whether he was the cause of you being drunk or not

• that about wraps it up! im sure i could think of more but my brain is sorta dead rn so this will have to suffice 😭 i can’t think of a closing statement sO i hope u enjoyed!! bye bye!! <3

[satan-ruler-of-hells]

Taste of Heaven

I'm on a roll today apparently, this came out of no where, not terrible at least I don't think so but eh it's not beta'd so I could be wrong.

Nishinoya x Reader

Angsty with kinda fluffy ending.

He used to think the worst thing in the world was letting the ball hit the floor.

That was before Nishinoya saw you crying for the first time because of him. All the anger and aggravation from the previous argument instantly left his body when you ran past him. Seeing tears in your eyes he froze, guilt seeping into his bones. Noya couldn't even remember what had started the fight, but he knew it was stupid because nothing in the world was more important to him than you. Shaking out of his stupor he moved feet feeling like lead, like he couldn't move fast enough to catch up to you.

You'd barely made it the door when he grabbed your wrist pulling you into his chest, voice breaking,

"Baby I'm so sorry."

His heart shattered feeling your shoulders shake with sobs, and before he knew it, Nishinoya felt tears rolling down his face.

He felt your arms wrap around him, fingers digging into his shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline. Feeling your tears seep into the fabric of his shirt, Noya buried his face in your neck, murmuring apologizes into your skin. Promising he didn't mean what he'd said and that he loved you.

You don't know how long you stood there wrapped in Nishinoya's embrace, both of you breathing in the other's presence. He pulled back slightly meeting your red rimmed eyes with his, hands cupping your face, gently wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumb. You returned the sentiment, deciding in that moment mutally, that each others tears were the worst sight in the world.

Brown eyes poured into your's, conveying everything Nishinoya didn't have the words to express. His guilt, regret, his fear that you'd walk away from this, from him; and the overwhelming amount of love.

You mumbled your own set of apologies, owning where you too were in the wrong, Nishinoya kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tighter around you.

Breathing in the scent of your shampoo, he closed his eyes relaxing into your embrace. Later there would be a conversation on what went wrong, how to fix it and keep it from happening again.

But for now, each of you stood basking in the other's presence, comfortable with the though that while your relationship wasn't perfect. No one's was. But as long as you two had each other, you'd get through everything together.

Besides, in Nishinoya's opinion, the closest he was ever gonna get to heaven, to the feeling of perfection, was you.

Tagging these 2 because if not they will come after me with pitchforks and torches

@pies-writes-and-more @thisnoodlewritesao3

[scribble-games]

Scenario ask regarding everyone’s favorite evil spy! F! Angel and 180 run into each other on assignment at a fancy ball and end up dancing. what can I say, I love me my tropes.

This got way longer than it was supposed to be, and also I was having trouble ending it so it does end a bit abruptly. But I hope you like it!

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The music changes, and an irresistible idea comes to your mind. "Care to dance?" You stretch out your hand - an invitation, a challenge.

She takes it. You knew she would.

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Music drifts across the driveway from the open double doors. Behind you, a valet drives away with your car, leaving you to make your way towards the house. You have to hold your skirts up, picking your way daintly across the gravel. The dress is huge, and the panniers took some time to get used to moving in them, but they have their advantages. You feel like you could stow a rocket launcher under this skirt. Not that you've gone quite that far.

Some guests are lingering outside; Abraham Lincoln deep in conversation with a Greek philosopher, and as you politely squeeze past the philosopher laughs and says, "Got any cake?"

Inside, you are ushered into an anteroom, where you take a moment to exchange niceties with your hostess, an excitable Elizabeth I. Thankfully, there are a lot of people wanting to talk to her, and you are able to slip away again after a moment, alert for your target.

There he is, in the rather cheap Caesar costume, waving a wineglass around to punctuate his conversation. You sigh. He's hard enough to put up with when he isn't drunk. But, the mission is what is it. You move in. Smile. Talk. Learn enough to know that you're going to have wait until later to get to what you want. At least that means you won't have to stick this close to him all night, but you hate waiting. How boring.

You're heading to the buffet table, when the crowd parts, a tall woman in top hat and tails turns, and your eyes meet her blue ones with a moment of mutal shock.

Shock gives way to calculation, and then a rueful smile. You're sure your own face shows the same journey of emotion. You both begin moving at the same time, meeting in the middle.

Angel's suit is monochrome, and though not revealing or overly tight, it follows the lines of her body closely, making her legs look even longer. The top hat sits at a jaunty angle on her head; her hair is scraped back, emphasizing her cheekbones. She takes in your costume with wry amusement. "Marie Antoinette? Bien, ç'est charmant."

"Merci," you say, inclining your head, infusing your voice with a ton of sugar and an ounce of venom. "How nice to see you."

"Shouldn't you curtsy?"

"I'm the queen," you say, locking eyes with her, your lips curving into a deliberate, challenging smile. "Shouldn't you kneel?"

Delight flashes in her eyes. "Careful, chérie. You know what the French do to queens."

"And who are you supposed to be?"

She gestures at her suit and gives a theatrical shrug. "A historical figure, can’t you tell? Honestly, I already had this in my wardrobe. It was a last minute invitation."

"Oh really? And who were you invited by?"

"A friend," she says lightly. "And you? Or are you here for me?" It's said like a joke, but her eyes remain on you and there's a tension in her jaw.

"Believe it or not, there are more important things in the world than you." Even as you say it you're wondering whether what you see on her face is an act. Is she here because of your mission, and the surprise just an illusion?

Of course, you have to stick with her and find out now, don't you? Alas, you literally have no choice. Such a shame.

The music changes, and an irresistible idea comes to your mind. "Care to dance?" You stretch out your hand - an invitation, a challenge.

She takes it. You knew she would.

"Who's leading?"

You didn't mind until she asked the question, but now you have to say, "Me."

Her smile widens.

You step close to her, take a breath of her perfume, and trail your fingers up her spine to her waist. She brushes her hand ever-so-lightly across the skin bared by the neckline of your dress before resting it on your shoulder. You're not looking up to meet her eyes, but you can feel her gaze on you, like you always can. Like you just stepped into a spotlight. And you're about to give one hell of a show.

You notice she's not so sure of the steps at first, glancing down at your feet to copy your movements, but she picks it up quickly. Of course, that means you have to up the ante. You break apart from her, your skirts flaring out around you, and lock your right arm with hers. She picks up your intent immediately, and you circle around each other before moving apart for a breath, fingertips stretched out, just touching.

"So I have a question," she says. "Not about work, just a little curiosity I have, you know." She spins elegantly back into your arms, once again close enough for you to feel the heat from her body.

"Yes?" you say, wary.

"I heard once that with the old-style dresses," she says, leaning in still closer, her head lowered into the curve of your neck, "to make it easier for the ladies to use the toilet, they would not wear anything underneath." Her breath caresses your ear. You can hear the grin in her voice. "So I'm just wondering... how accurate is the costume?"

You concentrate very, very hard on the next few steps, and manage to not trip over your feet. It doesn't help that your brain decides at that moment to make you very aware of her hand in yours, and all the things you know she can do with those hands...

But then, warns a last bastion of common sense, you really don't want her finding out what gear you actually have hidden under these skirts.

"You really want to know?" you say, lowering your voice seductively.

"Mm-hmm."

"First, tell me why you're really here."

"That's it?"

"To start with."

"Mostly, it's just a social event. There's people I need to keep contact with, in case I need them for the future."

It sounds plausible enough. There are faces in the crowd you recognise. The coincidence is possible, given the circles you're both running in. The question is, how much overlap is there between the people you know and the ones Angel knows? She'll never give away the details; there's no point in even asking. Really, just as long as your Caesar isn't mixed up in her business, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Satisfied?" she purrs. "So, what are you really doing here?"

You consider an outright lie, but it feels unfair to her. That's not how your game goes.

"Honestly? If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

She gives a soft laugh. "You'd have to try." You move together for a few more bars in silence, then she says, "You know there are people here who are protected?"

"Give me a list of them, and I'll try to avoid any clashes," you say dryly.

"You know what I'm saying."

"I do," you reply with a sigh. The music winds to an end, and you both come to a stop. "Business before pleasure, I suppose?"

"Why not both?" she says, and leans in to kiss your cheek. "Come find me if you want to get in more trouble." She adjusts her hat, flashes you one more brilliant smile, and then just before the dancers around you start to move again, threads neatly through them and is gone.

[cuddlesslut]

Okay im super excited to do this!!! This is my first Yay!! 🥰🥰 So im going to do head cannons for Oikawa and Kuroo I might come back later and right one for Atsumu but atm I just don't feel like I could right for character and do justice.

Warnings: slight angst, nsfw, light smut, fingering, daddy kink, pet play, unwanted attention, alcohol

The boys reacting to you talking to your ex

This is my first time writing smut so bare with me. Hope this is what you were looking for.💞👉🏻👈🏻💖

Oikawa Toru

okay so you and Oikawa have been dating for a few month

i love my baby boy shittykawa but i feel like he would be pretty insecure when it comes to having a girlfriend. due to past experience.

so after so many mess ups hes really trying his best with you

messaging you sweet texts

eating lunch with you and the team

and just trying to give you as much time as he can

but hes Oikawa and Prelims were coming up so as of recently volleyball practice was the only thing he could really focus on.

you understood and wanted to be there for him to support him but didnt want to distract him with such an important event coming up

that why when you got paired up with your ex for your science project it slipped your mind to tell him

he knew you and your ex ended on mutal terms but he had heard whispers that your ex still had feeling for you.

not that hes gunna tell you that as far  as hes concerned hed rather you and your ex be in as little contact as possible worried that youd fall for your ex again

so when you, Oikawa were sitting having lunch together.

your first alone time together in weeks

and Oikawa saw your phone light of from a text from said ex it was hard for him not to fear the worst

he hadnt been around for you lately he worried

his thoughts started to spiral thinking that maybe because he wasnt present enough in your relationship that you ex might have been there to steal you away.

Brows knit and voice a little stained trying really badly imight add to hide his jealousy

“whys your ex meassaging you about meeting up later” he asked heart aching as he read the message on the screen.

when you see the look on his face you immediately felt bad for not telling him sooner about your project

“oh im sorry babe i forgot to tell you that we were paired together for our science project.’ you say apologized seeing how tense he was. “im sorry i didnt tell you i didnt want to distract you i know you have so much going on right now i wanted you to be able to focus on volleyball” you admitted placing your hand on his arm to reassure him.

you saw hurt and pain flash across his face.

“ Y/n you never have to worry about distracting me,” he said caressing your cheek.

“if anything you are my favorite distraction im so sorry i havent here for you lately. im so sorry ive been such a shit boyfriend I promise to make more time for you please dont leave me.” he stuttered.

this was the most vulnerable you had ever seen Oikawa. worry still stain his beautiful features.

you leaned your head forward your forehead resting against his,

“Toru ,” you coo’ed his eyes flicked up to meet yours. “ babe im not leaving you. im so happy with you. im not upset that our time together is limited right now im just happy to be with you and support you in your passion. I wouldnt have dated you if i couldnt handle your volleyball obsession, i knew what i was getting into when i said yes” you saw him breath a sigh of relief at your short speech.

“you have nothing to worry about Toru my ex has nothing on you shittykawa,” you giggled at the nickname his best friend had taken to calling him

“ heey” he pouted his signature pout before smiling and closing the space between you , pressing his soft lips against yours

your heart fluttered for even the smallest things when it came to him

“i love you,” he whispered against you lips    

 Kuroo Tetsurou

being at a frat party tonight was not your original plans but do to some complaining from your friends here you were wandering around trying to avoid the drunk party goers

you looked around for your friends who you had been separated from.

they were no where to be found ofcourse that figures

making your way to the kitchen cause if you were going to be stuck here you sure as hell werent going to be sober

not planning on being drunk you decided to forgo the shot offered to you instead settling on a mixed drink

you werent a wallflower but this still wasnt your usual scene and with your besties no where to be seen you need to find a place to situate yourself

settling for a seat on the open lounge chair sipping your overly sweet drink

scanning the room you realized that he was here too

standing across the room with a group of friends was none other than Kuroo Tetsurou

he stood tall among the party goers even leaning against the wall his head full of bed hair was more than recognizable he wore a pair of black jeans with a black t shirt that clung tight to his chest his arms crossed his strong arms on full display

even from where you were sited you could see the veins in his arms that always made you want to drool

continuing your gawking you eyes made their way up only to catch his staring straight into yours

it seems like you weren't the only one checking the other out

his signature smirk made your breath hitch just a little to yourself.

god this man. for the chemistry nerd you knew him to be he sure was cocky

you and Kuroo werent dating by any means you didnt fool yourself into think what you had with the science major was anymore than just two stressed students having fun

looking him up and down you bite your lip thinking back to one of your most recent hook ups

you think about going up to of the many bathrooms to send him some incentive to ditch this party and head back to his

yet as fate would have it before you could make your move your thought were interrupted

“long time time no see” you glance up at the man standing in front of you

you groaned internally as your ex slid next to you on the lounge slinging his arm behind you hand resting on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes in irritation trying to remember how you ever fell for such a douchebag

even from across the room Kuroo could see how uncomfortable you looked. and honestly he didnt like the way your ex acted so comfortable with you

he didnt enjoy how close he leaned into to you or the way his eyes looked like they were undressing you

you may not be dating but Kuroo did not like sharing

the final straw was when your ex placed his hand on your bare knee and started trying to inch his hand closer to the hem of your short skirt

you grabbed his hand to stop him not wanting to try and take this any farther

“c’mon babe,” he groaned drunkly “ we both know you could use some good dick”

you rolled your eyes about to interject when you were cut off before you could even protest

“i couldnt agree more,” Kuroo smirked pulling you into his arms

“what do you say kitten,” he said moving his hand to grab your hip hand slipping down to grab your ass making you hitch your breath

“better luck next time dude,” Kuroo laughed pulling you away

Kuroo pulled you into one of the empty rooms locking the door behind him

“ now kitten what am i going to do with you,’ he said pushing you into the bed his breath hitting your neck sending shivers down your spine

his hands making their way up to your cheek pulling you into a searing kiss

you felt like the air was being sucked out of your lungs

you felt drunk on lust as he nipped at your bottom lip

“im sorry daddy,” you squeaked feeling his hand slip under your skirt just barley tracing his fingers were you need him most

you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach as he moved one his slender finger along your soaked panties

“please let me make it up to you,” you said slyly feeling a little more embolden from the drink you had nursed

you moved your hand down his toned stomach your fingers catching on the buttons of his jeans

his hand caught yours pinning both of you hands above your head his breath hot on your neck

“now now now ,” he breathed sucking a bruise on your neck causing you to arch into him

still holding you hand in one hand he snaked his free hand down pushing you panties to the side slide two finger between your wet fold

“ what kind of daddy would i be if i didnt take care of my kitten,” he whispered in his husky voice before he slid index finger into you heat.  

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Okay im going to apologize if there's any grammatical errors im so sorry 🌸💐

I had so much fun writing this!!!

And like always 🥰🥰🥰

Request are OPEN 💞

@starboybokuto-recs

[paratopaxi]

“Welcome to another segment of Call it a Lesson: Topaxi! The segment where we discuss concepts and trivia regarding Topaxi and its world. Today we will cover the Nahwal system of magic known as tonal, the influence it had on Topaxi’s own teotl system of magic, the Nahwal culture and its concept of duality, and why Nahwal twins weren’t allowed to marry anyone. These are all connected, I swear.”

The Nahwal were previously discussed in another Call it a Lesson revealing them as being a species adept with magic by default and being seen by the rest of the world as keepers of the underworld in myth, where they are referred to as Mitnali. Here is a summary:

Mitnali are a humanoid species with horns and fangs. Some of them are born with tails.

Mitnali have been depicted as children of demons, wardens of the underworld and servants of the Lords of Xibalba.

Mitnali are rare in the world, the majority live in villages hidden in jungles.

Mitnali make a living farming milpas and hunting game.

Mitnali are innate and adept in magic, known for their contributions to the study of ichor.

Mitnali have come to slowly acclimate themselves to the outside world after centuries of closing off all contact.

Mitnali are known as excellent craftsmen, especially for their ichor infused tools.

Mitnali also know how to make some great pulque.

However, as a revision, they refer to themselves as Nahwal, which can translate to ‘keepers of familiars’ in an animistic tradition. Going forward, they will be referred to as Nahwal.

“Speaking of familiars, the Nahwal believe that everyone is tied with an animal at birth, something similar to the concept of a zodiac. Your animal is known as your tonalli. Tonalli is a versatile word, actually. It also means ‘day’, ‘skull’, and ‘heat’. The root word is tona which means ‘to heat with the sun’.”

The tonal system of magic actually formed through these beliefs: by observing the stars, they assigned a daysign, a tonalli, to each day of their calendar. It’s these observations coupled with their meditations on magical energies that allowed them to craft their own sigils long before any other species was able to.

“It was Topaxi’s ancestors who made contact with the Nahwal, studied their sigils, and formed their own teotl system through these studies. This is why the state magi of Topaxi are known as Nahualli, they named themselves after this species. Nahwal magic is unique in that it considers tonalli as the source of life, including the source of magic. To them, magic and life were united in nature as one whole. It even extended to how life was conceived.”

Nahwal belief held that everyone is given life by two great spirits, one who breathes life into the lungs through the head and one who lights a fire in the chest. They believed this is where one’s, tonalli, their source of life and source of magic comes from. They believed that one aged because their tonalli dwindled through time.

“Note the concept of duality already present. The two great spirits were seen as the source of all energy in the world. They represented two separate concepts uniting together as one, forming ‘duality as one’ as a concept. They also believed these two lived in the sun and the moon.”

To the Nahwal, there was contrasting duality in everything: life and death, war and peace, fire and water, inanimate and living, day and night, drought and abundance, good and evil. They found unity in these contrasts. They saw these conflicts and opposites as necessary to achieve creation and the cycles that keep the world alive. In fact, their origin myth involves twins of creation and destruction forming the world.

“Speaking of twins, the Nahwal viewed twins as possessing superhuman power. They believed twins shared a life force between them, that they possessed a divided tonalli.” 

This divided tonalli was said to be more powerful than an individual’s normal tonalli. When twins were together, their magic was believed to be more potent, more powerful, and more fearsome than any other magic. They were called ‘the four-horned one’ for this reason, a reference to a Nahwal’s two horns.

“Vaya! This belief also carried over to everyday superstitions. Twins were thought to draw heat away from fires, so food would not cook properly in their presence. They also had to each put wood into each fire the other would light to make sure the heat stayed balanced.”

The most adhered superstition is that Nahwal twins are forbidden from marrying. Twins were seen as sharing a bond deeper than even soulmates connected by their shared tonalli, which meant that if one were to marry, then the other would lose their half of the tonalli. They believed this would lead to an early death, and since the Nahwal revered twins so greatly, this was seen as an omen.

“Surely this emphasis on duality, conflicting natures, twins and married couples, and how the Nahwal seem to be important figures in Topaxi’s ancient history will not come up at all in the future.”

Absolutely. Never mind the fact that the Nahwal once ruled over an ancient nation known as Mutal, or Tiak’al as it is known to the rest of the world.

“Ah, and that’ll be all for this segment! Hasta cuando!”

[bardstune]

Name / Alias: INU Are you over 18?     Yes  /  No Is your muse over 18?   Yes  /  No When was your blog established? Few days ago.

– W R I T I N G –

Are you selective about who you write with? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people) / Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people - mutuals preferred) /  Private (mutuals only)

Are you selective about who you follow? No (anyone)  /  Semi (most people)  /  Yes (some people)  /  Highly (few people)

If your muse is canon, how much do you adhere to canon? Not at all  / A little  /  Some  / Mostly ( I’ve got Jaskier from the Show and Dandelion from the game and their names is how I’ll distinguish which is which. I’m also currently reading the books because of Quinn. )  /  Strictly /  Not Applicable

What post lengths do you write? One Liners  /  Single-Para  /  Multi-Para  /  Novella / All of the aforementioned

Do you use icons and/or GIFS? No  / Gifs  /  Icons  /  Yes / Sometimes

Do you write on other platforms? No  /  Yes ( Discord hi - Magic Daddy ™#4679 )

What level of plots do you write? Unplotted  /  Open-Ended Plots  /  Semi-Plotted /  Fully Plotted Epics /  All of the aforementioned

How quickly do you usually respond to threads? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks)  /  Average (1-2 weeks)  /  Fast (less than one week)  /  Very Fast (less than three days)  /  It depends Side Note: This is very important. I have diagnosed ADHD, I used to take medication for it and I probably still should to be quite frank. I can be very fast with threads, and given my line of work I have a lot of downtime to be on tumblr. The flip side of this is the thread has to have my attention. There are times where I will lose interest, get overly distracted, or just get so excited for a different idea I’ll start 200+ threads with you and the ones that have my attention I will reply to. Sometimes I’ll need a little plotting or a reminder to reply to a thread, it’s very easy for me to miss that someone replied to something, it’s one of the reasons why communication and plotting is so very important to me. 

What types of themes do you like? Adventure / Romance / Fluff  /  Angst  / Smut /  Violence /  Tragedy (Not in a thread anyway I’ll write this for drabbles).  /  Domestic  /  Family   Side note 2: I am above the age of 18, I’m actually 25, but writing sex/smut/whatever you want to call it does make me uncomfortable. I also find it boring as hell in a thread so (back to the aforementioned side note) it’ll be a quick way for me to lose interest in a thread and drop it. I’ll write everything for it up until the actual act and then I’ll skip it all honestly. I’m completely happy with talking about how they fucked if it’s important to you but otherwise if you’re here lookin’ for the nasty, my bad boys.

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? ( Feel free to add! ) High Fantasy  /  Supernatural / Science Fiction  /  Historical  /  Horror /  Comedy  / Romantic  / Drama  / Action /  Adventure  /  Espionage / All of the aforementioned

Are there any themes you’re uncomfortable writing on your blog? (Not triggers) No  /  Yes  /  Sometimes Side note 3: See side note 2. Other then that incest, dub con, non con, suicide, I ain’t writing the real nasty shit but we can hint at it? Sexual assault happens, I just am not writing it. 

Do you have any triggers? How do you request it tagged? None here.

– S H I P P I N G –

What types of relationships are you open to? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial / All of the aforementioned

What types of pre-established relationships are you open to? Romantic  /  Platonic  /  Familial / All of the aforementioned / I prefer plotting Side Note 4: All pre-established relationships, aside from things canon like Geralt and Jaskier being friends, has to be plotted. No one, not even me, can just assume our muses are banging. I believe the term for that would be god-modding. If it’s not canon, but you want it, my IM’s are open for mutals.

Do you have OTPs? No /  Chemistry Only  /  Yes

Do you have NOTPS? No  /  Yes  

What is your muse’s sexual orientation? Heterosexual  /  Heteroflexible  /  Bisexual  / Pansexual  /  Homoflexible  /  Homosexual / Demisexual /  Sapiosexual  /  ( Grey ) Asexual / Still trying to figure it out.

What is your muse’s romantic orientation? Heteroromantic  /  Heteroflexible  /  Biromantic  /  Homoflexible  /  Homoromantic   /  Panromantic /  Demiromantic /  Sapioromantic  / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out.

Are you comfortable writing smut? No  /  Selectively /  Yes

How early in a relationship do you ship romantically? Autoship  / During plotting /  After a couple IC interactions  /  Several IC interactions / Slow burn   /  Plot dependent  /  Never   Side note 6: Our muses could just breath in each others direction and I’d ship it. I just usually don’t say anything unless we’re chatting outside of the thread. This is one of the things that makes plotting so much fun and I am a huge plotter. Obviously Geralt/Jaskier are OTP but I am open to anyone and anything so long as the muses get along. Sometimes it just happens quickly, you can see the chemistry in a few interacts or read a muses about and go yeah they’d bang them. But again, communication is key to a fun writing experience. I have social anxiety, bad, but I’m a very chatty person naturally when something excites me. If I get a few words out and you reply equally enthused--you’re in for a nightmare. I will commit to you like Jaskier does to Geralt. 

Are you open to toxic ships? No / Selectively  / Yes /  I am not sure.

Are you open to problematic ships? No /  Selectively /  Yes /  I am not sure. (I have no idea what this means)

Are you open to polyshipping? No /  Selectively  /  Yes /  I am not sure.

Are you an exclusive shipper? Never (Multi-Ship)  /  Sometimes  /  Yes * Each and every relationship falls in its own separated universe unless stated otherwise.

Does crack shipping ever happen? No  /  Yes

– T A G G I N G! –

tagged by: - tagging: @geminaeisims @ashenhaiir @hweitswulf @whitewolfofriviia

[muypersonalblog]

imagine you’re you and you’re smart you’re talented you’re the end all be all you’re infamous for your intelligence because that’s all the matters in this school and you’ve sat with the same people for years and you’ve all laughed together but you know deep down none of y’all like each other and you only stick together because of yalls mutal suffering but y’all aren’t even friends these people are your competition but you have no other options of people to talk to and you push yourself you drive your self to the limit everyday because you have to be the best you have to be the best you’re 2 classes ahead by the time you get to highschool and you’re in a bigger fish bowl but it’s a fish bowl nonetheless and you’re suffering more with more people friendlier people maybe you can make a friend maybe you can (escape this) and you’re trying hard you’re trying hard you’re doing well you’re doing (well?) your best friend leaves but maybe she wasn’t your best friend at all and so you push on you push on you push on suffering everyday for the A on the test, the top grade of the class a 4.0 GPA so you can leave everything behind and look at the stars like you’ve always wanted to and study them and see how they move because they’re so beautiful (and so far from this) and everything stops for a second when a girl you barely know pulls you out of the robotics lab (you like it (? Suffer for Yale)) and she tells you she likes you and you don’t know her you don’t know her at all but you don’t know what to do so you lie and you smile and you say I do too and she runs down the hallway jumping for how before running back and kissing you on the cheek and you’ve dug yourself a pit and oh no it’s that guy that asshole who won’t leave you alone well she’s a scapegoat we’re dating leave me alone you lie and she looks at you and asks if y’all are and you nod (why did you nod) but you’re a girl you can’t tell your mom she’ll kill you she already suffocates you for that A that A do better you can do better be better (SUFFER MORE FOR ME) and she’s crazy you went too far so you sit and you wait for her to get tired you wait for her to get tired (but waiting is tiring because you have to think about getting that A and dealing with Him, and trying to breath when you’re home, trying to leave this planet and escape into the stars and your drawings (that you show no one) [she loves them] and months go by months go by she won’t leave (why won’t she leave you’re obviously not interested) and so you wait and you wait and you don’t do anything but she still chases you around and forces you to be affectionate (you ask her to tone it down and she obliges, ever oblivious ever obedient [ever OBSESSED] ) she puts you on a pedestal (like everyone does) and it makes you uncomfortable but you don’t want to be the asshole (she’s crazy she’s crazy) so you wait and you wait crushing yourself burying yourself more and more in paperwork (school work, home work, you work, do you exist outside of these realms?) and she wants to go on a date and you oblige and she’s silly she’s stupid she makes a mess of herself with frozen yogurt (after y’all saw a movie) and you laugh and it’s nice [she thinks you’re so pretty, she likes you, she thinks] (but was it nice you’re lying to her you’re lying to her) the summer passes and you’re working and working there’s no rest everything requires 110 you have to get there you have to get there you have to be the best (you’re falling apart) and it’s junior year you have to pay attention (more so now, this is the most important year (YALE) they will all be watching) and you’re pressing you’re pushing you’re going hard (she won’t leave you alone nothing is god you’re surrounded you’re surrounded) you’ve found a friend you’ve finally found a friend (a real one oh god a real one) and 2 months in she (?) breaks it off and she’s fine(?) no she’s not she’s livid I have to make this right I have to be (NICE) and you wait for her to stop being sour

But she’s back to the crazy she’s back to the obsessed (you told her to stop, you told her that she’s crazy and she was angry she didn’t hear anything she made excuses what kind of insanity) she’s starting to be bitter but you can’t think about that right now (you don’t want to) there’s the overlooming (THREAT) (DOOM) you have to be perfect you have to get the best grades all your friends hate you (you hate them right back you were nice why are they like this) and so you suffer and grind and scream and cry (on the inside on the inside no one can see) and you’re falling apart so fast and now you’re dating your best (friend) and this is not how you wanted it to be it’s suffering (do you like him?) [she doesn’t want to know she’s angry she’s been cut out she’s hurt so Shes pretending it’s okay and not paying attention] you go and you’re working hard you get good scores on the (ALL IMPORTANT) exams (nothing less than the best nothing less than the best SUFFER FOR IT SUFFER FOR IT) and you’re at Yale oh god it’s summer so you can’t rest but you’re at Yale oh god this is a dream (?is IT?) it’s all going great you’ve made friends (people who like you for you oh god no one has seen me in so long) he’s angry he thinks you’re cheating on him (distance is a cold hard bitch) with your friend (a real one) or with her (why her I don’t want to be near her what a sad case what a sob story I don’t want to deal with her anymore) you break up with him (at senior orientation) [she hears about it, she agrees that you were the asshole there, how could you do that?] (you tell her your relationship taught you not to lie to people, she says that that’s good [she thinks it’s should’ve been obvious] (you’re still lying to her everytime she asks if you care about her though) ) she reports in he’s angry and your friends have turned even further on you your alone your alone (you have a boyfriend, no one knows about him) everything is so much worse oh god it’s all a nightmare she tells a teacher you’re not okay and you talk to her [she thinks you do, she’s so worried she’s so concerned, she loves you] (WHY DOES SHE STILL LOVE YOU) everything is going down hill there’s no Yale you don’t make it this is the worst thing you’re destroyed you have real friends (a teacher, another teacher, a good kind person, and someone who seems nice) [she thinks she’s iffy, she isn’t a big fan of her, she’s jealous why do you love them why do you talk to them why do you smile at them why do YOU LIKE THEM IVE BEEN HERE FOR LONGER IM ANGRY IM ANGRY] (oh god she’s angry) her grandpa dies she tries to kill her self (Again and she messaged you the whole time you can’t take it you tell someone else so they can deal with it instead) and everything is dying down nothing turned out how you want it you’re starting to (pity her more) (have a mild positive feeling towards her) you try to comfort her (she’s really angry) [shes BITTER she despises you and its come to now that you like her? she still loves you she still depends on you you’re the only one she has <her friends all tell her you don’t care about her as much as she does you and she knows she’s known the whole time but she persisted then and now> she gives you her feelings and get angrier] it’s all winding down you’re so close to the finish line it’s almost it you’ve almost escaped this hell hole and she leaves you a note (she’s ending it thank god) you go to talk to her about it (she runs away) [she regrets this and she wishes she had heard you out] (probably would have told her what you tell her almost a year later) and it’s pep rally going to (not Yale) it’s graduation (no prom, you never liked dances) [she wonders if you remembered her birthday, as she prances around the prom dance floor as the DJ announces it’s May 20th] and you take that diploma you’re not valedictorian (or salutatorian) but you cross that stage you take that paper [she does the same and she hates this day] she hugs you and tell you she’ll miss you (WHY WHY WHY WHY) and you tell her it doesn’t have to end (W H Y D I D Y O U L I E)

she got lipstick on your NHS collar (you don’t care it’s over) and it’s summer no rest I guess and she messages you on and off and you’re at Penn State (pretty good but not ya*le) and she’s still talking to you (why won’t she leave you alone) and you’re trying to figure everything out you’re the physics girl the star girl why are you failing your physics class this is who you are why isn’t this working why isn’t this working this is who I am and I can’t function anymore (she tries to kill herself again and she messages you again and you give the same reason you always do) you continue on in something else [she never hears what it is but she’s pretty sure it’s a humanities study] and she calls you the next year in the early spring (her phone dies thank god you don’t want to see her face) and she wants to talk she’s angry at you (not a shocker, did she finally take you off that pedestal?) and you tell her the truth [the jaw dropping bombshell truth that she still think about everytime you’re brought up] , that you never really loved or even cared for her until near the end near the end when she was angry and bitter and you say good bye for ever and ever and ever (she told you she still loves you and you cringe) (if she tries to talk to you again you don’t acknowledge it) and you move on because you never want to have to face anyone from that building again anyone from that school again you’re traumatized and you don’t want to think about any of it anymore it’s onto the future for you

[shes stuck there forever]

[bleusarcelle]

Everything Fades But Love

Alright alright! 

Important stuff: 

This small scene is BASED on this beautiful fanart of @kaxpha Lost Lance Au. Bc the art was so BEAUTIFUL FOR NOT TO WRITE SOMETHING OK. (Art: http://kaxpha.tumblr.com/post/158758221496/good-and-bad-times-lost-lance-au-sketches)

Credit to my amazing amazing talented funny wonderful @kaxpha who just keep making cry bc of her Aus. 

This is not cannon in her Au. This is just my take on it, so yeah, keep that in mind!! 

You can find the first part of the art in this link: http://ciuucalata.tumblr.com/post/159123180344/this-fic-has-been-on-my-chest-for-days-and-im-so made by my beautiful talented mutal @ciuucalata​ who made the part of Shallura Wedding based on the same art. 

So basically: Ellie wrote the Shallura and I wrote the Sad Keithy Boy angst. <333

Ok, I’m done. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU. 

Keith smile drops as soon as the elevator door closes.

He allows himself to sigh and let his shoulder loose, as if the mere action of smiling physically exhausted him.

He can still hear the jovial music behind the door from the Royal Wedding and Keith can’t help but hum pleased, his mouth twitching upward for a second as his mind flashes him the scene of Allura beaming brightly at Shiro as the leader of Voltron holds her close to him, smiling down at her softly and lovingly.

Keith’s stomach drops as he remembers their bright livid eyes, thinking that they have everything they could ever ask for.

They are happy. They are in love.

They are lucky.

Keith wishes he could have some of their luck.

The hotel’s elevator opens with a sound and then he steps out. Keith drags his feet down the unfamiliar hallway as he walks towards their designated room –

His room. He corrects in his mind, feeling the familiar pain inside him as he remembers.

With every step, the music from the wedding starts to fade and it’s not until the door of the room closes behind him that Keith can hear the strong pounding beat of his heart.

He leans back on the door, closing his eyes and tries to calm himself down. He’s not successful in the least because there are not quiet words to guide him through or soft touches of hands in his cheeks or the feel of lips on his face that whisper quiet ‘I love you’s.

There’s only silence.

“Oh, L-Lance.” Keith whimpers, as if the mere action of calling him out hurt him physically, “P-please, please, come b-back.”

Silence answers him in the only way it can: with emptiness and realization. It makes Keith choke with his own breath and then he’s sliding down until he’s on the ground.

His hands move in automatic. He reaches and grabs the lonely worn out jacket that hangs from the corner of the bed next to him and pulls it towards him, hugging it tight against his chest for a few minutes, burying his face on it and breathing it in.

Sobs shakes his body and he’s glad that they are muffled by the jacket. He takes his time. he allows himself to break and curse because there’ nothing left for him to do.

He tries to fill in the silence with a broken lullaby. It’s an old song Lance had taught him so long ago but the words were impregnated in his brain for some reason.

Keith sings. He hums and his voice breaks in every other line but he sings quietly to himself. The words of the song echoes around him and Keith takes comfort on them because it almost feels like there’s someone else with him singing with him.

If he tries hard enough he can even feel a body pressed against him. If he tries hard enough he can feel the touch of soft lips pressing themselves against his temple.

But it can never be enough.

Suppressing a sob, Keith pulls away from the jacket and puts it around him, letting it hug him as best as it can as it hangs loose on his thin slender frame.

Keith takes a deep breath as he pressed the long sleeve to his nose and he can feel new tears falling as soon as the smell of Lance hits him.

He chokes out a sob, tightening his hold on the jacket around him in a poor attempt to keep the smell of earth and ocean close. The smell of Lance on it it’s already fading.

It’s fading so fast and it scares him to death.

He doesn’t remember what the sky back on earth looks like because he can no longer see Lance’s eyes that always reminded him of it. He can no longer remember the sound of crashing waves because Lance’s no longer shouting in victory after every mission.

He can’t remember feel of the soft breeze it always came with the sunset back when he lived in the shack because Lance’s no longer here with him whispering comforting words in his ear late at night.

He can’t remember what it feels like to touch Lance’s skin. He can’t remember Lance’s laughter or his smile.

Everything blurry and there are only small specks of blue and Keith can’t reach them. He can’t grab them. He can't, he can’t, he can’t -

Everything is fading and Keith’s in agony.

So he holds on tight. He holds on and keeps a death grip on the memories on the feelings. He keeps the confession of love and affection close to his soul and locks them inside.

Lance’s jacket is his only things he has left. It’s the only thing that ground him and pushes him forward. There’s nothing more.

There’s no more butterflies kisses in the morning. There are no longer playful banter that turns into messy makeout session. There are no more late nights star gazing in silence with their hands interlocked.

Keith has nothing left except for a jacket and emptiness inside him.

That will have to do.

[lesserfandomappreciation]

Urbosa x fighter reader, who fight along side link but always had a crush on Urbosa but doesn't have the courage to say it to her, but when reader sees zelda leaning on Urbosa shoulder, reader gets jealous and runs of. btw i love you blog

*gasp* My precious wife.

HELL YEA. Consider it done! (And thank you!!!)

Jealous Reader (Urbosa)

(Name) was no appointed knight, far from it. But they were a fighter in their own right. No, they were not like Link, with his quiet ways yet kind disposition, but they stood out for their own achievements. Strong, brave, capable of taking out bandits, assassins and all the ill like, and well known by some to be a tough warrior.

So why, oh why, did they struggle so much to feel brave and confident when it came to love?

Granted, it’s not exactly easy to feel brave when the one someone is interested in is a giant woman who could through you into a mountain and electrocute you and you’d still thank her for it. Or when said lady is the pinnacle of Gerudo warriors. But still.

Urbosa, the leader of the Gerudo tribe, was everything and more. Brave. Strong. The best sense of humor. Serious yet good spirited, kind and firm. Brilliant. Who wouldn’t be attracted to her?

You’d think by now they’d be used to the feeling of jealousy. Yet not even the fates themselves could stop the green from appearing under their skin as they saw the princess so close to the Champion.

“Ah, well… You certainly got here fast. I should have expected as much, from the princess’s own appointed knight…” Urdosa stretch her neck a bit to see the warrior behind the knight, giving a bit of a smile as she spotted them. “…And company, of course…”

(Name) stood silently, watching over them as they exchanged pleasantries. This wasn’t their place. Not a knight who commands respect, not a champion who commands honor- not a princess who is beloved. 

“Excuse me. My equipment requires some attention, so I’ll leave you two to it.” They glanced at Link. “Come to me when your business is done here knight.” The silence echoed their footsteps that they barely managed to conceal from being noticed as rushed, unaware of the green eyes that followed their steps for a moment. 

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“-father will wish to hear of what I have to report, so we best be off. Goddess knows he’ll be worried if we take too long.”“Surely he’ll understand the delays; the desert is no easy terrain to travel through.”

‘suppose their business was done then. (Name) put away their sword as they finished polishing it, their back on the approaching trio (well duo, given that this is Link that’s involved) of voices coming their way. As if on cue, the unmistakable Princess and Champion turned the corner, Link not far behind.

“Thank you Urbosa, for all your help today. And for your patience.” Urbosa waved off Zelda’s flustered demeanor, a warm, lovely, distracting smile on her face.

“You give yourself too much credit, Princess; you are hardly a test of my patience.” Oh shi- barely they managed to avoid connecting their gaze with the Gerduo champion’s, missing her eyes on them, resting on them before turning back to the princess.

“Princess? Might I have a word with your company? There’s a matter that appears is of great importance to discuss.”“Why, certainly. I-”“Good. (Name).” Their head nearly dislocated at the speed it shot up. “A word.”

Gulp. Play it off, play it off, don’t her know you’re screaming your head off internally. “Of course. Link-” he turned to them. “Make sure everything is ready to go.” With that, they cautiously made their way over to Urbosa, trying to avoid falling on-

crash

-feet.

Ow. A hand before them reached out, and their eyes followed it until they met hers.

“Clumsy, aren’t you?” Man, she was so strong. Brushing themselves off, they looked anywhere but at her. 

“Er.. so what exactly.. how may be of service to you, ma’am?”“Urbosa. You’ve known me as long as they have.”“..Apologies… Urbosa.” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH“Now then, (Name)?”“Yes?” Ba-dump, badump, badump, badump-“Would you care to tell me what exactly do you have against me?”………Eh? Urbosa must have seen the look on their face, because she continued.

“For the past while now, you actively avoid me. Anytime you see me, you turn away with a look of anger on your face, one that I’ve only seen on the battlefield. We are not enemies, therefore, I do not know what you grudge you have against me. So, again, I ask.” She leaned in, looking them dead in the eye. “What do you have against me?”

Oh. Oh dear. Oh deary dear. Almost immediately they flustered up, their hands in a flurry as the words flew out of their mouth.

“W-what?! No! Nonononononono-Is that what you think- why do you think that-?!”“Don’t make me repeat myself, it’s rude.”“L-look, I… I’m not avoiding you because I hate you, alright? To be honest, there’s not a bone in me that dislikes you, honest!”“Then why just now did you take one look at me and turn away in disgust?”“That-!… That wasn’t… exactly… meant for you…”

A single eyebrow was raised, Urbosa’s eye unmoving.

“Elaborate.”“…Uh… I….” Now or never, before she decides that you hate her. “I… wasjealousofZelda.”“Come again?” Dang it. They took a deep breath and spoke clearly.“I… was jealous of the Princess…Because I…” Deep breath, you can do this. You beat the snot out of Moblins you can do this! “have… feelings for you.”

Oh look fingers. How interesting. How intricate. Far more interesting than the more than probable look of confusion or anger or disgust or disappointment or awkwardness on their crush’s face. Yes siree, nothing to see here. The awkward silence was nothing compared to them fingers, the cute chuckle of hers was noth- hold up.

Chuckle. Urbosa. In the same area. What?

“Um… It’s fine if you don’t-”“My, my. Who knew that one of the Princess’s company could manage to actually bring me to shock? Though I must say, you definitely took your sweet time.”What.“You… you’re taking this rather well…”“Did you expect less? I’m not some monster who rejects people cruelly.”Oh. That’s… kind of expected. At least it’ll be a polite ordeal. “Right… I get it, feeling isn’t mutal… Thanks for being so nice about all this..”“Funny, I don’t recall saying that.”WHAT.

“You…”“I’ll admit, I hadn’t expected this. Nor had I prepared to have this conversation like this. But-” Their hand held hers gently. “if you are willing to give me time, I see no reason why we both can’t explore these feelings. Together.” 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “I… I’d like that.”

“Wonderful. Princess.” Zelda looked over her shoulder at the two. “Would you be opposed if your company were to stay a bit longer in Gerudo City? There’s some business (Name) is uniquely adept at and I am in need of their skills.”

“Hmm…. Father only really requires Link and I for our duties… A few days couldn’t hurt.”“Lovely. Many thanks Princess.” (Name) could feel themselves glow as her face drew close to their ear.

“Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to figure things out, you and I.”