#my favorites are vanilla and to be honest so far

[mattitties]

Boyfriend, pt 3 - matt sturniolo

smutty smut smut!

part 1 part 2

“How was the date?” my roommate asks as I go into her room.

All I can do is smile. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy in my life. “I love him,” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh jesus. Okay, come sit, tell me everything.” 

I sit on her bed and recount the whole night, from him picking me up at the door, to listening to Taylor Swift with me, to me never feeling a moment of awkwardness, and finally, to him kissing me outside the apartment. “Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a boyfriend so any ounce of actual romantic attention is a dream come true but I genuinely think he’s perfect for me,” I tell her.

“He does sound pretty perfect for you…”

“See!”

“But slow ya roll! Take it easy, just don’t rush into anything.” I nod in agreement. I know that there’s still so much to learn about him, but I just feel like I already trust him with my life. It takes me a long time to feel truly comfortable with anyone, but there’s just something about him that makes me feel like I’ve known him forever.

I wake up the next morning later than usual, and to my surprise, I already have a text from him. 

Good morning! I had a lot of fun last night :) 

I’m about to respond when another text comes through.

Would u wanna grab lunch today? I can pick u up again

I smile to myself and start typing.

good morning!! i had fun too, and i would love to get lunch! what time?

I can get you around 2?

sounds good see you then 😁

I look at the time and panic when I see it’s already 12:30. How the fuck did I sleep so late? I get ready and before I know it, it’s 1:55 and he’s texted me that he’s here. I have to applaud his punctuality, it’s hot as fuck knowing that he actually cares enough to be somewhere on time. God, I really need to raise my standards.

I head downstairs and he’s in the same spot by the door, smiling shyly when he sees me. His fashion sense is immaculate: today he’s wearing black cargo jeans, a black T-shirt, and a white long sleeve underneath. I’m disappointed that he’s not showing off his sleeve of tattoos like last night, but I still can’t stop staring at him. 

“Hi,” he smiles, giving me a hug. He smells good, like warm vanilla, and his hug is the most comforting thing in the world at this moment. 

“How’ve you been in the last… 12 hours since I saw you?” I ask as we head to the car.

“Oh you know, just been sitting at home twiddling my thumbs until I could see you again. We’re at a three day streak now!” he tells me as he opens the door for me. 

I laugh and can’t take my eyes off of him as he makes his way to the driver’s side. “Why’d you wear a long sleeve today? I miss your tattoos,” I fake pout and play with his sleeve.

“Ohhh, you can see those whenever you want, don’t you worry.” 

God, he makes me fucking crazy. We start driving, talking about mindless things, and end up at a little diner not too far from my apartment.

“My brothers and I go here all the time, their food is so good,” he tells me as we go inside.

Once we’re seated and have ordered our food, our conversation flows just the same as it did last night, except today we’re talking about stuff that it usually takes me at least a few weeks of knowing someone before I share about. I tell him about my family, he tells me about his and how he’s never been away from his brothers for more than 24 hours, while I tell him that my brothers and I are more like acquaintances and I only ever talk to them about surface level stuff. 

“I couldn’t imagine,” he says. “Nick and Chris are like my safety nets. To be honest, tonight and today are the first time I’ve actually gone out to a restaurant without at least one of them in like… 3 years.”

“Really? I actually don’t mind doing stuff alone. I know people hate going out to eat by themselves, but I think I just grew up so independent that I’m comfortable with it. Like, my favorite thing ever is going to the movies, but if I don’t have anyone to go with I’ll just go by myself. I find it peaceful,” I tell him. 

“I love going to the movies too, but I could never go by myself. That sounds fucking terrifying,” he says, laughing a bit as he talks. 

“I get it,” I say. “Well, would you ever want to go to a movie together? It’s not alone and we both like it, so…”

He smiles. “I would love to. But if you talk in there, I’m out. We’re done. No movie talkers in my presence.”

I shake my head very seriously. “Oh no, absolutely not. Trust me, you won’t hear a peep.”

By the time we finish lunch, it’s only 3:45, and neither of us are ready to go home yet. 

He turns to me when we get in the car. “What do you think about that movie right now? I have nothing else going on the rest of the day.”

We arrive at the theater and just pick a movie at random. Neither of us have any real interest in seeing any of the ones they’re showing, but it gives us something to do together. We’re pleasantly surprised when we walk into an empty theater, so we take our seats and make fun of the trailers until the movie starts. 

About 30 minutes in, I realize that I have no idea what’s happening in the movie. I’ve been glancing at Matt the whole time, trying to pretend like I don’t see him glancing at me too. I can tell that he wants to hold my hand, wrap his arm around me, just touch me in some way, and I want to just scream at him to do something. It’s all I can think about. I shift up a little in my seat and look at him slightly. He looks at me. Without saying a word, we both know what the other wants.

He takes my cheek softly in his hand and kisses me. I immediately fall into it, our lips moving together effortlessly, our tongues colliding. But I want more. I need more. 

“Matt,” I say between kisses. “Can we go back to my place?”

“But the movie isn’t over yet,” he breathes into my mouth.

I pull back slightly and look at him with the same eyes I gave him two nights ago. “Matt. My place. Please?”

His eyes widen. “Oh. Oh.” 

I nod and giggle as he grabs my hand and rushes me out of there and back to his car like his life depends on it. Luckily the movie theater is about 5 minutes away from my apartment, and even more luckily my roommate is at work. The tension in the car ride home and in the elevator is so thick I can hardly breathe. As soon as we open the door to my room, his hands are all over me. We’re kissing messier than before; our teeth are clashing, our tongues fighting one another. He walks us towards my bed, dipping his head so his mouth reaches my neck as he begins to kiss, nip, and suck. 

“Matt,” I whine.

“Hmmm,” he hums in response, sucking a spot right under my ear. I begin to play with the bottom of his shirt, signaling that I want it off. He smirks and unlatches himself from my neck just long enough to pull it off his body before going back to what he was doing.

“God you’re so hot,” I half whisper as my hands run down from his chest to his happy trail. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him hard, then sit down on the bed and look up at him. 

“What do you wanna do?” he teases, knowing exactly what I want. I pull my shirt off, leaving me in a black lace bra, and begin to undo his jeans as he stares down at me. 

“Is this okay?” I ask, pulling his zipper down painfully slow.

“Mhm. Yeah, no it’s, um, it’s good,” he says, clearly flustered by what’s happening. And I can’t get enough.

I pull his jeans down and almost drool over his black briefs. I look up at him again for a moment, then palm over his bulge, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as I tear his briefs down as well, and I need to control my face when I see his dick.

It’s not huge, probably about 6 inches, but it’s genuinely perfect. I never thought I’d say that about a dick, but no, it is perfect. 

He inhales sharply as I wrap my hand around the tip and begin to work him, my thumb running over his slit every so often. I spit directly down on him as my hand moves down his shaft, and he groans again, pulling my hair into a loose ponytail. 

That’s my signal to wrap my lips around him and suck.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” he says, closing his eyes and tilting his head back for a moment before looking back down at me. My mouth takes him deeper and deeper with each suck, and his hips begin to buck toward me. 

He didn’t strike me as someone who would be very vocal during sex, but he’s consistently groaning and letting out soft curses.

After just a minute or two of this, he pulls my head off of him. 

“Lay down before I cum in your mouth,” he tells me as I move myself back towards the head of the bed and sit back on my elbows. He crawls over me, kissing my neck, chest, and stomach. “This is all I’ve been thinking about for the past 2 days. Can I take this off?” he asks, referring to my bra.

I nod. 

“Words, baby.”

“Please take it off,” I whine. He undoes the clasp and tosses it aside, taking a moment to stare before dipping his head back down and starting to suck on my left nipple. 

My breathing picks up as he starts to kiss lower and lower, not breaking eye contact when he removes my skirt and underwear at the same time.

He stares down at my dripping pussy, and although I’m extremely turned on and want nothing more than to fuck him right now, I’m reluctant to open my legs as the reality sets in of what’s happening.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking up at me with concern in his eyes.

“I just… haven’t done this in a while. I think I’m nervous,” I tell him quietly.

“I’ve got you, I swear. And if you wanna stop just tell me, okay?”

I nod. I can tell he’s being genuine; he’s not just telling me what I want to hear so he can fuck me. He really cares.

I watch as he opens my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. “You’re drippin for me, huh?” he asks, kissing my inner thighs.

“Mhm. I’ve wanted you so bad,” I barely even have time to finish my sentence before he’s putting his tongue inside my pussy. I gasp and grab his hair, my back arching which only makes him go deeper.

He moans repeatedly as he tongue fucks me, sending vibrations through my core. I’m a moaning mess, my heels are digging into his back, and it only gets worse as he brings his thumb to my clit and starts circling lightly. 

“Matt,” I’m on the verge of tears. “Fuck, don’t stop, please, oh my god— “

My orgasm rips through me with no warning, and I’m cumming on his tongue. He doesn’t give me any time to come down before he’s leaning over me, pushing my legs up so my knees are by my face. 

“Do you have condoms?” he asks, pushing my hair back.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean, obviously.”

“So am I,” he says, running his leaking tip over my clit. 

I almost scream, I’m so sensitive. He looks so fucking good leaning over me. I grip his arm as he pushes into me. There’s a moment of pain as he fills me up, but it quickly turns to pleasure when he starts thrusting into me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, noticing my face and the tight grip I have on his arm.

“Yeah, just hurt for a second, but please keep going,” I breathe, pulling his head down for another kiss.

His thrusts get harder and faster with each passing minute. He fills me so perfectly, I never want this to end. I feel the coil tighten in my stomach yet again, and my moans get louder and needier.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he taunts.

Baby. I clench around him and nod. “Uh huh.”

“Ohhh, good girl, keep squeezing my cock like that,” he groans. His thrusts are getting erratic, and his dick begins to twitch inside of me.

I chant his name like it’s the only word I know how to say as another orgasm hits me, and I’m squeezing him hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohhhhh fuck,” he groans as his own orgasm hits him, and I feel him release inside of me, his head collapsing into my neck.

We stay just like that for a few moments, him inside of me, us both half dead and breathing heavy, before he pulls out, picks me up bridal style, and sets me on the toilet.

“It’s peepee time!” he says excitedly while clapping his hands softly, causing me to crack up.

“You just fucked me and came inside of me and now you’re saying ‘it’s peepee time’? You’re such a freak,” I tell him.

After I finish, we take a quick shower to clean up, and I get unreasonably sad as he starts to get dressed.

I walk him to my front door and he kisses me again. “Let me know your work schedule this week. We’re going out again.”

“Okay, I will,” I smile and nod as I watch him leave.

I’m definitely falling for this guy. 

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this was ridiculously long. i did not intend for that to happen. i really have no intentions of making this a full length series because i have other stories i wanna do and i have a few requests sitting in my inbox, so as the author i am telling you that they lived happily ever after yayyyyy

[the-raindeer-king]

part 1 part 2

prt 3 to teen!Ghost (sorry for the wait, it's been one hell of a week lmao)

The only thing keeping you from strangling Price is Simon's hand in yours. Well, that and the fact you'd like to keep your job, but you really don't want to scare poor Simon any more than he already is.

You don't get a chance to respond, when the door swing opens. Soap scurries inside, followed by Nikolai, who joins Price behind his desk. You're not surprise by Nikolai's presence, as he usually hangs around base when the 141 returns, wanting to make sure that they're all doing okay.

However, you're not entirely sure bringing more people into the room is a good idea.

Soap hands you the pudding and water, which you immediately turn and hand to Simon, who stares in disbelief, as if he can't believe you've handed him a pudding cup. He glances up at Soap, who's already retreating back to the door, before looking at you once more.

"How'd you know vanilla is my favorite?" he whispers, as if it's some big secret.

"Little birdie told me," you reply with a wink. The ache in your chest eases when he smiles in response.

Standing, you move across the room to join Price and Nikolai by his desk, leaving Simon to devour his pudding cup by himself. You feel so out of control of the situation, having no idea how Simon changed or how to turn him back. Based on the look on Price's face, you're not the only one feeling this way.

"If you speak to him like that again, I will skin you alive. Out of everyone here, you know better than that," you hiss at Price.

His shoulders tense defensively for a moment, before dropping as he sighs loudly. There's no point in arguing, because you're absolutely correct. Price knows far more about Ghost's past than anyone else on the team, and he does know better.

"Not good with..." Price trails off, gesturing to Simon, who seems to have grown a little more comfortable in the office, looking around the room in silent curiosity.

"Not good with children?" Nikolai prompts.

Price runs his hands across his beard, humming in response. There's plenty of ways to finish the sentence, but he'll stick with the most honest. "Not good with seeing him like this. It feels wrong," he explains.

While it doesn't excuse his tone, you can't help but nod your head in agreement. All of you are so used to stoic Ghost, biggest man in the room, and seeing him like this gives you the same feeling as a bad dream. Like the world has gone topsy-turvy, and you don't know which way is up anymore.

"We need to keep it together. For Simon," you direct.

"For Simon," Price and Nikolai echo.

"Soap. Gaz," Price calls, and the two are by the desk quicker than you've ever seen them move before. You glance back at Simon, who's trying and failing to look like he's not listening in on the conversation.

"What's the game plan, Cap?" Gaz asks.

The plans feels almost too simple, not that you're familiar with how they make any plans to begin with. Maybe it's one too many action movies getting into your head, so you keep your mouth shut as Price explains.

"Gaz, Soap, you're going with Nikolai back to the location of the incident. Scope the place out, strip it of anything that might help us. Take the whole fucking building apart, for all I care," Price tells him. While they're gone, Price and you will stay on base. They have two terrorists in custody, and Price is going to have a word with them, see if they know anything that might help bring Ghost back.

Your role in this whole plan is to stay with Simon. Keep him out of trouble and see if there's anything you can do that might trigger a reversal process. Price put more emphasis on keeping Simon out of trouble, but looking at the kid, curled up in his chair, you can't imagine he's going to cause any trouble.

How wrong you are to assume so...

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

I really liked mercs and how do they fuck and kinks and dick can you do one with defense classes too?

A/N: you got it, Znyiara!

Defense class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw:none

Demoman

•Dick: To be honest, I think probably a solid 6 inches hard much like some of the other mercs I’ve written about. Give it take a few inches. Uncut. Argue with someone else. Uncircumcised Demoman for the win. No visible veins. If it’s really good while you two are going at it maybe one or two will pop up but nothing major. Man doesn’t shave sorry. He’s too drunk for all of that. He does keep everything else in check though. Nice deep pink tip, super cute.

•How he fucks: Oh GYAT. Sorry for my Brainrot but you will be sore. He has a lot of pent up energy (probably from making bombs and having to be so precise with the ingredients in them) so, when he gets to fucking he is not being all slow and stuff. Maybe in the beginning for the foreplay but that’s just him teasing you until you beg for him to pound you into the bed while you go braindead. After that he will go hours just going at it. Fast, hard, rough, slow, sensual, sweet. Whatever you want, you will get it. But beware he gets needy and sometimes he can’t contain it for much longer and will just mindlessly chase his orgasm.

•Kinks

Outfits: Not lingerie, outfits. Wear a skirt and see how far you get with that. It will be flipped up about as fast as you can say the word “skirt”. Bent over anywhere and fucked until your legs shake. Or even if you wear a nice pair of shorts he would like to grind up against you until he cums all over himself. Filthy man, but one of culture.

Dirty talking: HE YAPS. Like you cannot shut him the fuck up. Either in your ear, biting your neck or kissing you he will pull away so he can go on and on about how good you feel and how much he loves seeing you like this. Talks you through it for sure. “Yeah? Ya’ like that lass? I knew ya’ would. Tell me how much you like feeling me pound into ya’ “

Marking: Leaving hickeys or bites where people can see them so they know you and him went at it for hours is just a huge turn on for him. Will make jokes about them to you. “Where did ya’ get that, Y/n?” While people are around so you get embarrassed and cover it somehow.

Heavy

•Dick: Man.. he’s a huge man. 7 inches hard. He’s a grower not a shower I think so. He is trimmed well, he takes hygiene very seriously and doesn’t play about his own. Vein right on the upperside of his shaft. Sensitive tip. Pink and he is also uncut. In my personal experience, I have never seen anyone like heavy so uh.. this is an estimated guess Fr. His girth will make you feel like you’re splitting in half. Yummy tummy bulge for sure.

•How he fucks: Soft and gentle. He is the absolute KING of foreplay. He can go down on you for hours. His big hands gripping your legs to keep them on his shoulders and keep them from shutting on his poor head. You will be quivering and speaking wet by the time he is finished. Makes you finish from his mouth at least 4 or 5 times before he even starts to use his fingers and stretch you out enough for his cock to fit. When you’re ready he will have you on top so you can go at your own pace and when/if you get him in fully (and even before that) he will go absolutely crazy for that bulge in your lower tummy.

•Kinks

He doesn’t have much kinks bc he is a very vanilla person but

Mutual masturbation: Is one of his bogged and favorites. Mainly because he likes do watch you touch yourself so he knows how you like to be touched. It’s also so cute to watch you if you are the type to get embarrassed. He will hold you close and watched as you bury your face in his chest and do your thing yk.

Does face sitting count? Because he’s in love with it. He will hold you there for HOURS and just lick and suck like his life depends on it.

Engineer

•Dick: He is a smaller guy so.. 4-5 inches. Sorry engie. But, he knows how to use it. That’s the important part. He is circumcised, trimmed nicely every few days and he has a wonderfully pink tip with a vein on the side that comes out when he is hard.

•How he fucks: However you want it, that is how will get it. He can do anything. Any position. Any kink. He knows how to use that 4-5 inches and he knows how to do it well. He also loves to use toys and his fingers on you for foreplay. Making sure you’ve came throughly before he even thinks about penetration. Your pleasure comes first. He is a man who worships the person he’s with for sure.

•Kinks

Dear god where do I even start. Buckle up.

We will start off tame

Edging/teasing: He likes to take his time with things. Especially things he finds pretty. So edging you and watch as you squirm and beg for an orgasm. Of course he will give you one.. eventually. But now for the fun part. Teasing, once you get that one orgasm. You will not stop having them until you physically cannot handle the overstimulation anymore.

Body worship: My god. He loves to kiss you up and down. Making sure you know just how gorgeous and sexy you are and how he can’t get enough of you. He will whisper sweet things about every part of you so you never forget it.

Bondage: He loves to see you tied up and at his mercy. Of course, he won’t hurt you in any way whatsoever but seeing you like this just turns him on like no other. Especially if you are tied in a way where your breasts are on display and your legs are forced over.

Lingerie: He will definitely buy you lingerie so you can wear it under your clothes or something and surprise him. He loves lace, it’s nice to see someone he lives in such a sweet lacy set after such a hard day working and making things in that shop of his

These are just a few because if I did all of them we would be here for hours.

[writingakanatorior101]

How they are in relationships (Steve, Tony, Bucky, Thor, Loki)

+ smut

Steve Rogers

A relationship would only form if he had high respect for someone

It would take a little bit more than simple attraction to get Americas ass to be yours

But once he decided you're in his circle you're in it for good. Steve doesn't give up on people (even Bucky) so you two may go through rough patches, but he won't quite on your love.

Since he is an old romantic, he might approach you with flowers or a simple date. He definitely isn't a grand gesture person. I think he would like his lover to be the same.

Steve might cook for you or get you guys a movie to watch.

As far as affection goes in public you might get a smooch before a mission or him holding his arm around you if the environment is casual. To be honest I don't think he is a big PDA person.

In private however he likes to comfort his s/o with hugs from behind paired with slow swaying. Sometimes he even likes to bury his face in your chest and just stay there for a bit.

Slow dancing in the living room to 40s music is something he is quite fond of as well.

Loves being the little spoon, when he is tired being the big strong Captain American the world needs

If you cook for him especially meals from his childhood, he may consider marriage

Smut:

An ass man through and through wither its big, small or normal sized this man wants the booty Some causal booty shorts around the apartment will end your walking for the day

Don't even get him started on thighs

He's very vanilla in the bedroom after all he came from a time sex is taboo so anything beyond spanking is foreign to him

Steve would get more comfortable with kinky sex over time, where he is fine with toys and choking even weird positions

The man's got some length down there if you catch my drift

Veins for days

Secretly likes punishments but won't enforce them if you aren't into that

You guys can do it in his suit

Tony Stark

You lucky bitch

To attract the world's finest billionaire, he would need to think your worth talking to. That there's something he achieves from your conversations

A relationship would only blossom if you could match his humor and share his goals.

By all means once your dating Tony the media and people around you will see you as an extension of him. So, sharing his vision is probably in your best interest for your relationship.

The mans a peacock so PDA really doesn't bother him in the slightest

he will even show you off. Buy's you a nice dress and take you a gala where he can indeed make the statement that you're his lover

Loves when you leave red lipstick on his neck for the press to gawk at and eat up.

You may battle some sugar baby headlines, but they don't last long.

Gifts, gifts for days this would include jewelry, cars and dresses maybe even a wine bottle from your favorite vineyard while he drinks whiskey on the side.

In private he likes to be held, especially after work, if you hold his head and stroke his hair he relaxes instantly.

He thinks you're the prettiest when you're laughing so some jokes may be tossed around.

Letting him talk about his emotions is the biggest form of love for him, this very true for when it comes to his dad.

Smut:

I wouldn't say he dedicated to a specific part of the body but does love when you show off your shoulders.

Very humorous during nasty time

Tony doesn't really bring dominance into the equation, sex with him is better described as love making, he is very passionate and very affectionate with his love in bed.

He loves the fat on your hips and hip holding while thrusting

Fucking on his desk

Bucky

Where to even start with this handsome son of a bitch.

Probably approached you because you made him feel safe and you were easy to talk to.

Being non-judgmental towards him and his past can likely blossom into a romance.

Once you two are a pair you can expect cuddles after a lot of missions

He doesn't really like PDA but if he is holding onto you in public, he is more likely scared for your safety

Normally PDA is off the table for you guys because Bucky knows he targeted a lot, his enemies knowing your important to him puts him in a lot of jeopardy so there isn't much PDA.

When you do get to see soft Bucky, it's like that version of him is defrosting, it has been decades since anyone got to see a soft version of Bucky.

Him showing you how calm he can after feeling like a monster is a challenge so you're going to have to give him some wiggle room

But when Bucky's comfortable you can expect a lot, emotionally checking on you all the time.

A low-key romance with insanely high commitment.

Smut:

At first, he is scared how rough he may be

hasn't had sex since god knows when

likes throat holding but again is scared to attempt and for sure won't attempt it with his metal arm.

soft dominance: he loves it when you rely on him in bed.

Hickie's on your inner thigh which leads to pussy-eating.

Drunk sex.

Loves loud moaning

Thor

"You would like to be queen my love."

I imagine he wouldn't get the earth concept of dating right away.

Nonetheless your treated like a princess it doesn't matter if your Earth or Asgard

Odin was surprised he brought an earthling back to Asgar'd but so be it.

As far as PDA he is all about it. Thor is not a lowkey person so expect lots of hand holding and hugging and kisses all on public display.

He is delicate while in a relationship he very much wants to please you.

An ideal date for him I see being a bar. Anything with an abundance or beer or ale.

Flowers lot and lots of flowers.

Puts Mjölnir on your laptop so you can't work and have to give him all your attention.

Smut:

Have fun with a broken bed.

Wethers its Asgar'd or Earth your furniture is breaking.

Breeding kink.

Doesn't like dominance he prefers very intimate sex.

Not doggy style, but missionary and you riding him is his favorite.

Loves to watch your boobs bounce while riding him.

On that note he is a boob man.

He is pretty vanilla; he doesn't really have any insane kinks at most hair pulling.

Loki

How a genuine relationship even blossoms with this man is nuts.

He would have to be really curious about you and find you interesting.

Once something does form you're in worlds of crazy.

Thor pity's you.

"Blink twice if your a hostage."

Its better if you don't know what Loki is plotting so you keep to you self-most of the time.

For PDA that whole concept is a little loopy. The public hates Loki so when he goes outs its most likely in a disguise.

So PDA normally doesn't happen.

When he is romantic, he gets you things sometime rare things like banned books or charms he finds amusing. Nothing that would put you in danger though.

Enjoys teatime in bed with you.

You guys have whole host of shows you watch together Loki's favorite is Game of thrones and The tudors.

Smut:

Loki is the complete opposite of Thor in the bedroom.

There is on word for Loki and that is possevive.

He loves marking and showing people you're his.

Tones and tones of bondage.

Anytime you wear leather you set that man off. Like a cat to catnip.

Loves all parts of your body but nothing turns him on like your mind.

Arguing with him often leads to some nasty sex.

Does actually tell jokes during the act.

[halfmoth-halfman]

we're meant for the flies

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: zombies, death, blood, medical inaccuracies, guns, knives, animal death mention, gore, suicide technically, cannibalism (zombie) Prompt: Zombie!AU & "I always knew this day would come." Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: we're starting off @glitterypirateduck's GazFest 2023 strong with a lovely little Zombie!AU and some not-so-lovely angst 💜

There were mutterings about a new strain of flu from your fellow nurses when you’d finished your shift early Saturday morning. You thought nothing of it, pushing it to the back of your mind and forbidding it from distracting you from who was waiting for you at home. 

It was such a rare and precious thing when Kyle got to spend more than a week at home, and you had planned to take full advantage of every second with him. 

You’d gotten to the house just after the sun had risen, practically launching yourself into the waiting arms of your fiancé the second he stepped out the front door. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you as close as he could physically get you. 

You remember the gentle warmth of the morning sun shining down on your back. His familiar scent of tuberose and vanilla filling your nose, making you feel more at home than you’ve felt in months. The sharp, amused wolf whistle from Mrs. Graham, your elderly neighbor who spent all her time split between being too invested in your relationship and letting her grouchy cat run amuck in your garden. 

You didn’t believe in perfection, but that Saturday was damn near close. 

By Monday, it was all gone. 

Fire and decay consumed the world, the apocalypse carried across the earth on the backs of the dead. Life as you had known it was gone, crumbled to dust under the weight of the confusion and chaos. 

Five years later, you still aren’t used to the stench of decomposing flesh and rot that forever lingers in the air. It sticks to your clothes, your car, your skin, never coming off no matter how many times you wipe yourself down. 

Kyle, your saving grace, helps keep you focused. You’d gotten a few self-defense lessons from him before the world had ended, but now he has you up early every morning to train. He’s done most of the heavy lifting, if you’re honest. More often you feel more hindrance than help to him, the elite military training giving him far more of an advantage in this new world, but he never once complains. 

He does his best to comfort you, to teach you, to protect you. 

You do what you can, of course. Your medical knowledge is invaluable now, and Kyle makes sure to remind you of that as often as he can. It’s part of why he’s so adamant about keeping you safe, aside from the obvious.  

“Can’t let my favorite doctor go hungry,” he laughs when he forces you to take his rations, trying to joke away your concern. “What kind of husband would that make me?”

You see the exhaustion in his eyes, and it kills you to watch him always put himself last. It borders on suffocating sometimes, his concern for you. There are times when you want to scream at him to let you help him, let you offer more than just your presence and ever-changing inventory list. He’s taught you how to use a knife and a gun and your fists; you can protect yourself if you need to, but he refuses. He keeps you safe and tucked away whenever he has to run for supplies, and clings whenever he returns. 

You know why he does it, why he holds you so close at night as you fall asleep to the screeching and wailing of the distant undead. 

(You’d only met his team a few times in the past, but you knew how much they meant to him. You remember his determination to find them again when the world went to shit, leading you through neighborhoods and towns to get to their supposed meet-up spot.

You remember the exact moment when, after three months of walking and fighting, you’d finally made it to that dusty, boarded-up pub on the outskirts of the city.

His team was there, in all of their undead glory. Skin peeling and blistered, wailing around the black blood pouring from their mouths as they dragged their decaying fingers down the boards on the windows. 

Kyle was quick to get you out of there, finding an empty store for the two of you to hole up in for the night. 

The moment it was safe, he crumbled. You held him through the night, letting him silently sob into your shoulder. All you could offer was quiet comforts and a promise that you would never leave him.)

So, you let him hover, let him worry as you swallow down your complaints, and follow his plan to keep the two of you moving. It works for the most part, keeping both of you alive for longer than those you encounter on the road. You pass by the bodies, half-eaten and rotted, thanking whatever higher power may be watching for your continued luck. 

Luck can’t continue forever, though, and so it is that five years, six months, and twenty-eight days later, you find yourself in an abandoned flat trying to staunch the bleeding from Kyle’s side. It’s difficult to see, the only light available to you the pale moonlight shining through the hole in the roof and the flickering of your dying flashlight, but you refuse to let that stop you.

You clean his wound, wipe the darkening blood away with quick and delicate hands, purposely ignoring the rasping of his breath and the teeth-shaped holes. He grips onto your arm, squeezing with all of his hindered strength when you try to disinfect it. 

Kyle calls your name, his voice so weak it brings instant tears to your eyes. 

You don’t look at him. You can’t look at him. You know what you’ll see if you do. 

You need to pretend, need to keep yourself in this illusion or you’ll lose your mind. 

Maybe if you could do stitches, he can hold on until you find someone–

Kyle calls your name again, a weak hand landing atop yours. He laces your fingers together, the sharp cold of his a stark contrast to the blood-slick warmth of your own. You glance up at him, and the bubble bursts.

Even in the silvery moonlight, you can see the dark veins growing across his face. Cheeks already starting to sink, those beautiful brown eyes already fading to a milky beige. He coughs once, watery and rough, and you can see the blood sinking into the lines between his teeth. 

Still, he smiles. 

“I always…knew this day would come,” he wheezes, trying to laugh.

You don’t care about hiding, don’t care about making noise. You curl forward, cradling his face in your hands as you sob. 

“So glad…got more time…with you.”

You press your forehead to his, and he moves his other hand to rest against your cheek. It takes a painful effort, his limbs already beginning to stiffen. 

“Always…love you.”

“I love you too,” you cry, never taking your eyes off of his. He tilts his head up, and you meet him for a kiss without hesitation.

You don’t pull away until his eyes fall closed and his arm goes slack, his hand sliding from your cheek to land on the warped wood floor with a hard thud.

You only have a few minutes before he turns. You know what you should do, what he’s made you promise to do should this ever happen. 

You grab your gun from your bag, aiming at him–at the love of your life–with shaking hands, and you know you can’t do it.

Instead, you scream.

A mournful wail that rattles your chest, echoing across the empty room. You shriek and cry and beg for mercy from a God you know won’t answer. 

When his eyes open again, you squeeze yours shut. You hear the telltale groan, the shuffling as his body sits up. 

A brief second, a silent moment, before he screeches and launches himself at you.

You raise the gun. 

-

The drive back to your home is long and tedious. 

You don’t waste your ammo, taking back roads and side streets to avoid as many of the shambling undead as possible. Any that cross your path, you mow down with your SUV and no remorse. 

Your street is worse than you left it, abandoned cars scattered across the road, flora overtaking the fences and walls, and gardens worn down after years of being trampled over and unwatered.

Mrs. Graham’s corpse lies on the broken rocking chair on her porch, the skeleton of her cat still curled up in her lap.

You stop in front of your old house, staring up at the broken windows, peeling paint, and overgrown ivy crawling up the side paneling. Something stirs in you, pained and nostalgic. 

A groan from your backseat brings you back to reality, and you sigh. 

You step out of the car, taking a moment to clear the porch steps of as much dirt and dust as you can. 

Something screeches further down the road, a small chorus responding to it from one of the other houses. 

You open the back passenger door of the SUV, stepping back as Kyle shambles out, nearly falling onto the driveway. Your shot to his leg left him unable to run like the others and gave you just enough leverage to get his hands tied together. After that, it was easy to tie a scrap of cloth over his mouth and keep him from biting you. 

He tried a few times on the road, but all it amounted to was his mouthing at your shoulder through the cloth while you drove. 

You walk to the steps, and he limps after you. He doesn’t stop when you take a seat, falling on top of you. You move him to the side with a huff, pulling your knife from its holster as he sits up. His opaque eyes follow you as you lean over and begin slicing through the rope around his wrist. 

The screeching down the street is closer now, a flurry of footsteps before something crashes into one of the abandoned cars. 

The moment his hands are free, Kyle grabs at you. His nails are too blunt to scratch now, paper-thin skin ripping when he moves too fast. You lean back against the wooden railing, as he lunges for your neck, trying to sink his teeth into your pulse. 

You bring a hand up, settling it on his cold, clammy cheek. 

“I’m sorry, my love.” 

Your fingers curl into the cloth around his mouth, pulling it down as you crane your head and expose your neck. 

The pain is unbearable, like fire burning through your veins. It only takes seconds for your hands to go numb and your vision to blur. Kyle doesn’t stop, not even as blood spews from your neck. Not even as he reaches bone. 

It couldn’t have ended any other way. 

You never could’ve killed him. 

There was no conceivable world where you’d want to continue without him. 

Your body soaks in the pain, letting it morph into an aching throb as your lungs begin to constrict. 

You think back to the day he proposed, after the celebrations, when you both sat on these very steps watching the sun sink behind the horizon. 

You hadn’t stopped smiling, positively beaming as you admired your ring and the way it shimmered in the golden light while Kyle gazed at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

A smile blooms across your face, the taste of iron flooding your mouth as your undead love finally pauses in his feast, trails of tendons and muscle and vocal cords hanging from his lips. 

When you finally looked up at him, he leaned in close, forehead pressed to yours as he murmured, “Til death do us part, right?”

You had pressed your lips to his in a tender, heart-filled kiss. Pulling away to murmur against his lips. 

“Not even then. I’m with you forever.”

[kittyball23]

Hi is it okay if you write a story about baby branch and Floyd

It sure is 😊

Remember (a Trolls fanfic)

Dear Diary,

It’s been a pretty quiet evening at home so far, and I guess there’s a few reasons for that. For one, I guess it’s no secret that I’m the quietest among my brothers (they say I should assert myself more, but I find that I can’t - it’s just the way I am 0.0). Also, my older brothers aren’t here at the moment, and the bro that IS here is sleeping on my lap (it’s a little hard to write right now, but I can manage). I’m guessing you’re probably wondering where exactly my older brothers are. Well, John Dory is out running some errands with Grandma, so they’re hitting the grocery store and a few other places (plus, JD DID say he was going to try and get supplies for some new costume ideas he has planned for us and our band, BroZone).

Spruce is out on a date. He ran another one of his competitions, and the winner this time around is a girl named Doreen. I’ve seen her around town a bit, and she seemed very excited to be able to be with him. As for Spruce… I don’t think I could really say the same :( But, regardless, they were heading out to Senior Frosty’s. A lot of us like to go down there for some sweet treats (personally, I think Grandma’s stuff is the best, but they’re okay too ^_^). Spruce’s favorite is the Tropical Sunset sundae, which is an ice cream that I think is made from vanilla, with some kind of fruity syrup and chunks of pineapple on top. It sounds pretty tasty, but my personal preference is the strawberry delight (an underrated flavor, but delicious nonetheless!)

Clay headed off to another one of his sad-book club meetings. He’s sorta told me about them before, but I’m a little nervous to go to one, if I’m being honest. If it’s about sad books like he says, I’m probably gonna be in tears the whole time! I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I pack a lot of tissues when I do get the chance to accompany him :)

That leaves me and Branch, like I mentioned before. We had some fun with all kinds of activities around the house.

We frosted some sugar cookies that Grandma had baked earlier in the day (Branch got a little messy with the decorating, but he didn’t mind). We played some games (the usual - hide-and-seek, tag… freeze tag) and sang some of our band’s songs together. I’m very proud of him. Even though he’s only a couple years old, he’s got a great falsetto going. Golden! I can tell he’s going to be an amazing singer one day, and I can’t wait for him to start performing with us. John Dory thinks he’s ready, too. A few days ago, he actually suggested that we should start arranging for our first tour. Spruce and Clay agreed, and it’s going to be so exciting!

As Floyd tapped his pencil to his chin, pondering what to write down next, the light weight on his lap began to shift. He immediately put his journal down, and watched admiringly as Branch cutely yawned and stretched.

“Hey, Branch,” he cooed softly, stroking his brother’s delicate little cheek. “Did you have a good nap?”

The baby blinked up at him, rubbing the sleep out of his large blue eyes and grinning his sweet little one-toothed grin. “Uh-huh!”

Floyd chuckled and ruffled his rich blue hair. “That’s good.”

“What did you do, Floyd?” the small Troll asked curiously.

“Oh, I was just writing in my journal,” he said, showing him the book that he’d placed at his side.

“Ohhh,” Branch mused, cocking his head. “Can I see it?”

“Sure thing,” Floyd replied fondly, opening it up and allowing Branch to flip through the pages.

“I write all kinds of things in here,” the magenta-haired Troll explained while the baby stared in wonder. “Ideas, stories, wishes… but do you know what my favorite thing to write about is?”

“What?” Branch asked, his eyes twinkling with interest.

“All the stuff I do with you, and our brothers.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Definitely,” Floyd answered. “That way, when we want to remember something special, it’ll all be right here.” He gave him a little side hug that Branch happily leaned into with a giggle. Then, the little blue Trolling thought of something else.

“Do you write songs in there, too?”

Floyd nodded. “Yeah, I do.” Then he smirked. “But you know, I’ve been having a little trouble trying to finish the one I’ve been working on. Do you want to help me?”

His baby brother’s face lit up. “Yeah!”

And, as he and Branch made another cherished memory - harmonizing together and creating wonderful new melodies - Floyd made sure to recall every little detail of their experience so, in that way, he could notate it in his journal for them to always remember.

[ray-does-witchcraft]

2024 Attic Calendar - January

Currently working on my own version of the adapted Attic calendar! So far I only have January, but February is almost done as well. Fair warning, this goes in depth about what the festivals/celebrations are and how to commemorate, so this post is gigantic. Attention: This is for the SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE!

⛧ [10/01/24] [Hekatombion 40th] - Hekate Deipnon

WHAT IS IT & WAYS TO CELEBRATE: It takes place at the end of the Lunar month. Hekate means "bringer of light", so at the darkest part of the month, we prepare our homes for the transition to a new month and offer her a meal. Think of it as a mini new year; clean/cleanse your house (especially altars), get rid of things you don't want to bring into next month (physical, spiritual, etc), and leave Hekate an offering at sundown (preferably a meal, but if you can't afford to waste food, just give her something else. Maybe bury or burn it if you can). Here's a list of good offerings (best left outside or at her altar, if you have one for her):

Bread

Cake (especially lit with candles)

Pomegranate

Wine

Honey

Cinnamon

Milk

Chocolate

Roses

Lavender

Poppy seeds

Dandelions

Incense (Frankincense, Lavender, Jasmine, Citrus, Dragons blood, Rosemary, or anything you have at hand)

Keys

Candles

Tea lights

Bones

Fire/Bonfire

Oil lamps

Crow/Raven/Own feathers

Poetry, Literature, Music, Hymns, etc

⛧ [11/01/24] [Metageitnion 1st] - Noumenia

WHAT IS IT & HOW TO CELEBRATE: The Noumenia is the first day of the visible New Moon and is held in honor of the household Gods. The Noumenia is a celebration of the start of a new Hellenic month and seeks blessings for the household. Honestly? You can just kick back and relax if you want or can, to invite calm energies into the upcoming month. But, if you (like me) want to be a little extra, here's some ways to celebrate:

Start a new personal project or hobby, or just pick back on things you've been putting off.

Set intentions for the coming month, and make plans for any of the month’s upcoming festivals, or for any of your personal upcoming plans.

Leave offerings for your deities.

Moon/stargaze, maybe meditate under the Moon.

Do a reading with your preferred divination method with the Theoi, asking what you should focus on in the coming month.

⛧ [12/01/24] [Metageitnion 2nd] - Agathos Daimon

WHAT IS IT & HOW TO CELEBRATE: One of my favorites! Daimons are household spirits that look after you and your family, so this is a day to honor Him! Pour a libation (especially wine, but mine likes milk better to be honest), make an offering, light a candle, maybe even make Him a lil altar! He's heavily associated with snakes, but aside from that you can offer (or put in His altar) anything you correlate with abundance, good luck, protection, etc. These guys are so overlooked and I love them. Here's a more in-depth post about Him and the holiday.

⛧ [13, 14, 16, 17, 18/01/24] [Metageitnion 3th, 4th, 6th, 7th & 8th] - Athena, Aphrodite/Hermes/Eros, Artemis, Apollo, Poseidon

WHAT IS IT & HOW TO CELEBRATE: Not exactly festivals, that's why I compiled them into one section, but these Lunar days are sacred to these deities in that order. Maybe leave them an offering or light them a candle, maybe even just devotional acts! Here's a good list of offerings for each:

ATHENA

Owl feathers/imagery

Pottery

Books

Toy weapons, athames, etc

Roses

Bread

Olive

Honey

Milk

Olive oil

Olive tree branches/leaves (real or not)

Clear crystals

Silver jewelry

Incense (Frankincense, Dragon's Blood, Cedarwood)

APHRODITE

Apples

Chocolate

Honey

Milk

Olive oil

Baked goods

Anything vanilla scented/flavored

Golden jewelry

Flowers (especially roses and anemones)

Sea stuff (sand, seashells, water, etc)

Perfume

Self care products

Rose quartz

Incense (Frankincense, Rose, Myrrh, Jasmine, Cinnamon, Vanilla, Cypress)

HERMES

Currency (real or not) (especially foreign)

Strawberries

Lemons

Dice

Playing cards

Travel tickets

Honey

Milk

Olive oil

Clovers

Cool rocks

Hematite

Incense (Frankincense, Myrrh, Safron, Dragon's Blood)

EROS

Honey cake

Chocolate

Fruit

Sweets (he likes candy a lot)

Milk

Honey

Olive oil

Rose quartz

Feathers

Flowers (real or not)

Heart-shaped objects

Arrows

Jewelry

Incense (Frankincense, Myrrh, Rose)

ARTEMIS

Animal related stuff (Imagery, bones, teeth, etc)

Moon related stuff

Moonstone

Clear quartz

Amethyst

Bows & Arrows

Leaves

Wild flowers

Acorns

Pine cones

Milk

Honey

Olive oil

Water

Silver jewelry

Incense (Frankincense, Cypress, anything woodsy)

APOLLO

Sun related stuff

Arts and crafts

Clear quartz

Citrine

Sunstone

Bows & arrows

Dandelions

Sunflowers

Poetry

Music

Honey

Milk

Olive oil

Water

Honeyed chamomile tea (he loves it)

Golden objects/jewelry

Divination items

Incense (Frankincense, Myrrh, Cypress, Clove, Cinnamon, Bay)

POSEIDON

Saltwater/Seawater

Seashells

Fish

Sand

Toy horses/horse imagery

Photos of the sea

Olive oil

Milk

Honey

Salt

Aquamarine

Sapphire

Incense (Frankincence, Myrrh, Pine)

⛧ [25-27/01/24] [Metageitnion 15-17th] - Eleusinia

WHAT IS IT & HOW TO CELEBRATE: The Eleusinia was a thanksgiving festival held to honor Demeter for the gift of grain. A modern way to celebrate is to have a big dinner (maybe include some breads and baking) and give thanks to Lady Demeter through it! Thank her for grain and the agricultural processes that we benefit from!

⛧ [28/01/24 ?] [Metageitnion 18th ?] - Adonia

WHAT IS IT & HOW TO CELEBRATE: A festival mourning the death of Adonis, one of Aphrodite's human lovers. Traditionally, it was celebrated only by women (as a trans guy, I personally don't give a fuck and celebrate it anyway). Also, there's no source for an exact date, so this is an educated guess at best (most sources just refers to it as taking place "midsummer"). For a way to celebrate, I found this amazing hymn/poem. Remember to honor Aphrodite on this day as well.

⛧ [30/01/24] [Metageitnion 20th] - Hera Telkhinia

WHAT IS IT & HOW TO CELEBRATE: A minor sacrifice for Hera, taking place in the suburbs of Athens. Again, not a lot of info, but if you worship or have a connection to her, maybe read her a hymn, pour a libation honor her on this day! Here's a Orphic hymn to her:

Hera, incense aromatic herbs and spices. You are seated in a cerulean cavern, having the form of air,    Íra queen of all, happy one who shares the bed of Zefs, You provide gentle breezes which sustain the soul. Mother indeed of storms, attendant of the winds, all-begetting. Apart from you life and generation cannot be found;    Mingled with the majestic air you partake of everything. You alone hold sovereignty, ruling over all. You are the stream which flutters down through the rushing winds. And now you, happy Goddess, many named, queen of all, Come with a countenance of kindness and joy. 

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Let's Talk BL: My Love Mix Up Th

Ep. 1

Hello!! =D

Welcome to my other version of crack posts! This doesn't have any screenshots sorry 😅

Also, a little spoiler warning for those who haven't watched the original Kieta Hatsukoi, I might reference it a little, but it won't be any great big reveals, just small comparisons here and there. This is for the show only, since I haven't read the manga.

I know I shouldn't be putting this right at the top (and honestly, feel free to ignore this particular point, it's entirely a personal opinion), but it's bugging me a little. In the special eps, the director as well as GemFourth have said how their characters are completely opposite to their own personalities, and how the roles were very challenging for them. They are both incredible actors, especially for their age. But, they're young, and suppressing their very personalities is hard. And it shows a bit. Not much, but sometimes, Kongthap has to frown to remain serious, Atom has to actively be hyper etc etc. It doesn't hamper the show in anyway, but it does make my eye twitch because if only they had switched roles, the boys would have soared. This is no way a criticism, I just think it would have been easier for them and the result could have been a bit more finely tuned. I do fear a little for them during the harder scenes.

Pahn is very cute and amazing and portrays Mudmee so well. (Will I have a smol crush on Mudmee just as I did on Hashimoto-chan? Yeah, probably)

The veggies scene was absolutely hilarious. They probably had to shoot that so many times 😭

This version is a little more fast-paced, me thinks, but I don't really mind

The colours are as obvious (and probably the same) as the original. (Kieta was so colour coded, even a rookie like me could see them vividly 😭👍🏼) For more about colours, I'd recommend visiting @respectthepetty

I liked how they showed the origin story of the cat (like in Cherry Magic Th).

Speaking of Cherry Magic. To be very honest, the original Japanese version of Cherry Magic wasn't very high on my favorites list, so I was a bit skeptical about the Thai remake. I was pleasantly surprised, and the Th version will always be one of my top 8 BLs. I was skeptical about MLMU for the exact opposite reason. I adore Kieta Hatsukoi. And that charm would be very hard to recreate, but I decided to wait and see. Till now, my hope remains that this'll be another Cherry Magic 😌 (maybe not that perfect, but still)

Atom is such a dork I love him 😭

Also, my cluless babie Kongthap 😭

WE ARE GETTING THE DANCE SCENE IN EP 2 ITSELF WHAT-

I have nothing to say about character chemistry (it's GemFourth duh); I do have a teeny problem with the lighting/filter (I think the rooftop scenes might have been overexposed so they had to filter it or something), but after reading through the tags I realized that's not just me; the cinematography is so far so good and the characters are - it's just ep 1, mind you - well portrayed.

The unique friendship between Atom and Half is also nicely done.

HOW COULD I FORGET. The ads *vice versa war flashbacks*. It's just so hilarious. At this point, I'm just looking forward to all the ad placements. It's even more funny because GemFourth are the presenters for like 4 of them 😭😭👍🏼

That's all for now! See you next week. And as always thank you for reading! 😊

Here, have a slice of (vanilla) cake 🍰

[anipgarden]

*cracks knuckles* Alright everyone strap in.

Hi, I'm Ani, the appointed Milkweed Queen of several Discord group chats, and I'm gonna talk about some of my favorite types of milkweed because its Earth Day, I'm bored, and I had nothing else ready to post. Everyone ready?

I'm not going to give these a formal ranking, I'm just going to ramble about them.

We all know the important reasons to like milkweed--supporting Monarchs, feeding the pollinators, restoring native species to your local habitat and creating an environment for many creatures to live in, that's all fantastic obviously. With that established, this ranking system will have little to do with that. We're talking aesthetics, babey! And any fun facts I happen to toss in are, well, fun facts. If you learn about a new kind of milkweed from this, or want to chime in with your own favorites, by all means let me know!

Swamp milkweed (Asclepias incarnata)! If you've been following my blog for awhile, you likely know I've been on a Grand Quest to find, purchase, and/or grow swamp milkweed for a few years now. Honestly, though, who can blame me! Look at those vibrant pink flowers, contrasting with those bright green leaves! Love at first sight, I'm telling you. I've also heard that it smells like vanilla. Vanilla! It's also, reportedly, one of the few types of milkweed that excels in wet environments, and even though my environment isn't very wet, we stan a queen for that quality.

Whether you prefer to call it Sandhill Milkweed or Pinewoods Milkweed, Asclepias humistrata is a champion of sandy soils and also my heart. I hadn't looked too far into this species until late last year, when I was helping another friend look at different milkweeds, but how could I not look into this beautiful plant! With pink stems and veins as early as the seedling stage, pinkish-white flowers and a low-growing spread habit, I would be honored to grow such a specimen in my garden. Their inch-thick, foot-long tap roots help them to quickly spring back to life after a wildfire, providing important food and habitat for creatures returning to the area. How lovely!

Redring milkweed (Asclepias variegata) is another species I hadn't looked too far into until this year, and honestly at great detriment to myself. I'll be honest! I may have ignored this queen at first because I'm not big on white flowers, but those red rings...! Ooh, I want this so bad. The leaves are also fairly big and a lovely dark green, which just makes the white and red pop out more!

Heartleaf milkweed (Asclepias cordifolia) is honestly so iconic, I wish it was native to my region! If you live on the West coast... grow some for me please. How can you not love this specimen! Dusty green heart-shaped leaves directly attached to pink stems, these stunning deep reddish-purple flower clusters...! I continued following one of the most annoying people I'd ever witnessed on Instagram for two months just because I first saw this species in a tiktok of his.

Purple milkweed (Asclepias purparescens) is honestly just. A queen. What else is there to say? Look how purple she is! So purple I almost can't believe it's even real, and yet they are! Not native to my region, far as I know, which is a bummer. I've heard they're hard to grow, but if you can manage it? Share your secrets with the world, honestly, we need more of this plant in our lives.

Common milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) is honestly just a classic. I love the light pink of the flowers, and those leaves are huge! I've heard they spread like wildfire, but with clusters of blooms like this? How can you even be too mad about that?

Showy milkweed (Asclepias speciosa). Honestly I'm not going to pretend I was always crazy about this species, but the more I see it pop up on iNaturalist, the more I find myself growing fond of it. These flowers look like crazy fireworks, and honestly, kinda have to stan.

"Oh, Ani, you have so many lovely favorites! Do you have any least favorite--" Tropical milkweed, hands down. I appreciate it's value as more of a 'babys first milkweed' plant but I'm tired of seeing it everywhere, especially knowing it's a bit invasive in my area?

Anyways, these are some of my favorite milkweed species! What are some of yours?

[ragingbookdragon]

It’s exactly a quarter past nine when his eyes snap open at the sound of soft music coming from Spades’ side of the wall. He tries to ignore the irritation and rolls over, hoping that if he buries his head deep enough into his pillow that it’ll drown it out. It doesn’t matter because he’s already awake and he’s not going back to sleep. His phone buzzes on the table and he picks it up.

Awake yet?

He rolls his eyes at Spades’ question.

I am now.

Wanna come over? I’m doing a spa night. Gaz and Soap are here. Price said maybe next time :(

Ghost is now curious and he rolls out of bed, crossing from his room to hers and tries the door. It’s already unlocked and waiting. Immediately, he’s taken aback by the two men reclined on the queen-sized bed, wrapped in giant fluffy blue robes, towels on their heads. Their eyes are covered with slices of cucumbers, gold crescents under both eyes, and a tea-green face mask painted on. They look awfully comfortable as Spades, who’s wearing the same thing save the cucumbers, is doing their nails.

She looks up with a smile and hooded eyes, beckoning him with a tip of her head. “Go shower. Bathrobe and towel for your hair are in the bathroom.”

“I’m…good,” he replies and goes to sit on the sofa, but her bare leg lands on his middle, foot pressed into his stomach; Ghost’s eyes take in the smooth skin and freshly painted toes—blood red, always Spades’ favorite choice.

“Shower,” is all she says, with a smile that’s a lot more threatening if he decides to disobey her.

He rolls his eyes and takes her foot gently in his grip, digging his thumb into her calf as he bends it back to where she had it. “Fine. But I’m not wearing the hair towel.”

He disappears into the bathroom, spends all of ten minutes in before he returns, smelling of lavender, vanilla, and stargazer lilies, an almost cozy look on his face as he rests on the end of the bed in the comfy robe.

Spades turns on him and crawls into his thighs, pushing his hair back so she can see what she’s working with. “I see you haven’t been using the face cream I sent you a year or so ago. That cream costs a fortune and you’re wasting it.”

“I’m not afraid to get old,” he mutters as she takes a brush and opens the tea green mask, starting to paint it on him. “Why worry about the wrinkles?”

“Because crow’s feet are gross and you have wrinkles,” she replies and sets the gold jellies under his eyes. “You need to take care of your skin.” Her fingers gently place the cucumbers at his eyes before she takes his hand and starts buffing and filing his nails.

“I can’t believe you managed to convince them to join you in this.”

“Well, you see, Soap and Gaz haven’t fought me for ten years. They like me.” She looks at Soap who is now asleep, Gaz not far behind. “My money too, it seems.”

“You can’t win everyone with money,” Ghost says.

“I don’t have to, Simon, most people like me for me.” She switched hands and gently massaged them with an oil. “The only reason you don’t like me is because we’re much too similar. Whereas I’m just the kinder version of you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Oh please,” Spades says with a grin, starting to move. “It’s okay to be honest, Simon, it’s really not going to hurt my—”

“I like you,” Simon interrupts and puts a hand on her thigh; he doesn’t have to remove the cucumbers to let her know he’s staring right at her. “I just…have trouble accepting how free you are. Like you have nothing to lose and you’re still okay with life.”

Spades reaches up and plucks the cucumber from one eye and tosses it into her mouth. “Simon, I was two when my mother put a gun in my hands and taught me how to shoot dead center. I was eight when I realized I could kill a grown man with any weapon given to me.” She applies a clear lip calm to his lips; it smells like spearmints, Spades always smells like lilies and spearmint. Simon's always liked how she smells in those moments when he gets close enough to knife her that he can breathe in her scent. “I’ve spent my entire life being a killer because it’s what I was made to be. I am far from free. The money, the life, the luxuries I have? There’s always an expense to be paid for it. It’s a piece of my soul every time. Even if the lives I take are some of humanity’s worst, I still remember. I will still remember even when I am dead and gone.”

She stares at him. “You, Simon, are still worthy of something good. And your infantile belief that my life is so much greater than yours, or that I still have nothing to lose is idiotic at best.” Her eyes search his. “What do I have to lose? Everything. All of me.”

Simon falls silent and she gently reaches up, brushing dampened blonde hair aside. “I didn’t want you on this team, Spades.”

“I know.”

“Not because I hate you.”

“Oh?”

Simon shifts uncomfortably, like he’s about to reveal a big secret. “Those times when I’m fighting you…it’s one of the only times I feel like things are okay with life. Like there’s an equal to my own soul.”

Spades smiles at him, and for once it’s not the smile that means she’s hiding something. “Careful Simon, I’ll think you like me a little too much.”

“Would that be so bad?” he asks, he hopes.

“No,” she murmurs and rolls off his lap. “But you should aim higher than me, Simon.”

The reply dies on his tongue as she nudges Soap and Gaz to wake them up and gossip about the new recruits, particularly the newest sniper from Austria.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

saw that one post of yours titled "his gaze softened" and fell in love with it! i was wondering if you would mind making a version with Haley, Claire and Daia instead? (my favs from vanilla SDV, SVE and RSV, respectively). if not, that's alright.

have a great day!

Of course! Have a great day too and enjoy 💖

Haley:

Click, click, click, click...

The clicking had been going on for more than 20 minutes, as Haley couldn't get a perfect picture of the forest lake with her camera. Such a beautiful summer atmosphere: sunny weather, birds singing, fish splashing, flowers fragrant - the girl was ready to sacrifice the cleanliness of her new stilettos in order not to miss and capture such a perfect moment in the forest on the photo tape.

But the blonde girl still couldn't pick any photo - none of the photos fits, everywhere there is some object spoiling the whole picture. Deciding to take a break for a couple minutes from the endless clicking of her camera button, Haley noticed that just as the "that" farmer came out of the door of the Marnie's Ranch. The same Farmer, who still continued to be friends with Haley, despite the fact that in the past she'd made some less than tactful, and at times even rude, comments about their clothing. She would have said something about it even now, to be honest: their worn blue overalls were covered in dust, earth, and grass. However, Haley had been annoyed by this scruffiness at first on the first day they'd both met, but now she thought there was some charm to it. Though it would seem - what charm could you find in a dirty farmer's clothes?

The Farmer held a lump of something white in his hands, and a small basket of sunflowers hung from the bend of their elbow. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Haley realized that the "something white" in their hands was none other than a little cute lamb. Oh, so adorable!

Not realizing what she was doing, Haley took a quick picture of the Farmer while they were playing with a farm animal they had purchased. Noticing a flash not far away near the lake, Farmer took a quick step toward Haley. The girl was only slightly startled, thinking that the Farmer didn't like the hidden camera taking pictures without their asking. But they only bestowed the girl with their snow-white smile, gave her a sunflower (her favorite...), and let her play with the lamb for a bit.

After they finished talking and the Farmer headed home, Haley started looking at the pictures she had taken earlier, and stopped at the one where the Farmer, in a straw hat, smiling toothily, was playing with the cute lamb. Her gaze softened at the sight of such a happy person, her friend, her... secret object of adoration?

Okay, she got distracted, still need to take pictures of the landscape. And that picture of the Farmer... Well, she would keep secret, away from prying eyes.

Claire:

Today Claire was lucky that there weren't many customers in the Jojamart, or else her manager would have made her miss half the break time again, because "customers need to be served, and rest can wait." The red-haired girl headed towards the small pond outside the store, the only place that wasn't lined with huge vans and crates with the dull logo of Joja. Just the quiet splash of water, a couple of trees, and silence... She could quietly enjoy a break and delve into reading her favorite book.

No sooner had Claire found a bench to sit down on than she noticed a figure not far from the pond. Birds of various colors were flying noisily around the person. Sparrows, titmouse, snowbirds - the very ones that don't fly south, staying in the Stardew Valley during the winter. The feathered lumps chirped happily around (as Claire noticed after a moment) the Farmer, perched on their shoulders, arms and head, gratefully and eagerly eating the bird food the Farmer had generously scattered. The cashier raised her eyebrows in surprise, amazed as she watched the smiling Farmer and the noisy little birds.

The birds seemed to trust them enough not to be afraid of them at all. Oh, how funny the Farmer looks when the little feather lumps, even after a hearty meal, were unwilling to leave the Farmer, perched on top of them. And how the Farmer pretended to be grumpy that they was going to stay here for a long time, but was nevertheless glad of such attention from the birds.

How Claire's gaze softened at the sight of the fondling birds and such a kind person for remembering to care not only their farm animals, but for the others. And the way her cheeks flushed slightly when the Farmer spotted her and waved a hand in greeting, and Claire could have sworn that the birds that perched on the Farmer also chirped happily as they greeted the red-haired girl.

Daia:

"You'll never catch up to me!"

"I am speeeeed!"

"Hee hee hee!"

The children's laughter filled the entire Ridge, not intending to end anytime soon. After all, Keahi, Trinnie and Blair had just gotten into the flavor of the game when they, squealing with joy and merriment, ran away from the Farmer who had graciously agreed to play catch-up with them. Naturally, the Farmer runs as fast as a cheetah and could have caught someone a long time ago, but that's no fun.

After an hour of playing, they dramatically fell to the grass, and the children immediately went up to the Farmer and fell on the grass too with them, celebrating their victory.

"Hehehe, we overtook you! I told you I am the speeeeed!"

While all four of them were lying on the grass and laughing, not far behind a tall poplar tree stood Daia. A noise in the forest caught her attention and the curious ninja decided to find out what was going on. Her gaze softened and her heart filled with mirth when Daia realized that it wasn't evil spirits that had managed to crawl out of Ridge Forest, but just local kids and that 'cutie farmer' from a nearby town. Oh, she wished she could join the game too!

It was a shame that grumpy Jio would be all over her about the abandoned post, so Daia just smiled again and disappeared into the mist.

[ask-ikevamp-faust]

My dear, I’m more than happy for you to continue calling me your Ice Queen as long as I may give you an affectionate nickname in return. I’m trying very hard to decide what it is about you that entices me so, but I think we are simply kindred spirits with plenty of chemistry.

I'd be delighted to bake or cook something for you. I do it rather often to show people my affection. I'm excellent at both, and I also really enjoy making bread and pastries. If you have a favorite meal or dessert, I’d love to know what it is. I collect recipes and cookbooks as a hobby, so I'm always searching for new foods to try.

Also, please don't worry; I have absolutely no issues assisting you in the church. Regardless of my personal faith, I find the ritualistic parts of religion soothing and I enjoy working with all sorts of communities.

You're quite clever at noticing the little details in my correspondence. Yes, I have extensive music and acting experience. I was actually classically trained to sing theatre and opera from a young age. I've also sung quite a few hymns and Mass movements, and I can play the piano passably. Would you like to guess my vocal parts, or shall I tell you? I have an operatic classification as well as a more general choral one.

I'm delighted to hear you enjoy my tattoos and their stories, and I’ll even give you the option to choose which one you'd like to hear next. You may choose from the moth and lantern, the chrysanthemum, or the coffin.

You also give me far too much credit for my flexibility. I wasn't flexible at all, but I did multiple types of dancing as part of my theatrical performances, and I currently do yoga for stress relief, which has helped me develop it.

As for rope colors, I think jewel tones suit me well, as I‘m quite pale with vanilla blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I'm certain that I will feel beautiful as you turn me into a work of art, but I'm also intrigued to hear what other accessories interest you. You seem like you'd enjoy collars.

- L

Im quite interested to hear any nicknames you have for me. I’d like to see how creative you can be. As for your reasoning, I appreciate you sharing your honest thoughts with me. Our chemistry is quite lovely.

This is very valuable information indeed. I must think of some favorite foods to share with you. If you were to cook them to my liking though, you may never rid yourself of me. Are you sure you’d still like to know my favorites? I’d also be interested in knowing your favorite dishes and treats to cook.

I’m pleased to hear you’d like to assist at the church. Now I can further observe you in other environments. If you require anything for those lessons you mentioned, inform me so that I can make the arrangements. Should I order a nun outfit for you as well?

Not only are you a scientist but you have a background in the music and arts department. My Ice Queen is rather well rounded, what else will you surprise me with? Unfortunately, you will have to share your classifications with me. This is not an area I am very familiar with. What sort of acting roles have you done?

I’d like to hear the story behind the moth and the lantern. Though I must admit I’m curious about the other two as well.

I would like to see your dancing abilities. I’m sure you must remember a few moves from your theater days. You may even be able to convince me to dance with you. I heard yoga is quite relaxing, but I’ve never attempted it before. Is music something you add to your yoga routine? Some say it adds to the serene atmosphere.

Thank you for describing your features, you’re as beautiful as I thought you’d be. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when arranging the order. Yes, good guess, I’m rather fond of collars. Some other things I enjoy are leashes, mouth gags, blindfolds, cuffs and undergarments with a name of my choosing printed on it. How do these items sound?

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

Some quick things I need to make a meta on for The Lost Boys AU but am far too tired to fully delve into my opinions on tonight:

Doe, despite being actively turned by Mapplethorpe (a vampire who is fundamentally identical in his characteristics as the Lost Boys) is an entirely different beast than her sire. She is Vampiric, that much is without a doubt, but maybe not the same breed of vampire as them? Sort of like how Chihuahua’s and Great Danes are both still dogs despite the vast differences in both behaviour and physical appearance. That’s just Mapplethorpe’s theory on the matter though. (And he is an unreliable narrator at best when it comes to matters involving Doe and her vampirism)

Doe’s theory on why she’s so different from the others lays with the fact that she’s (essentially) an unconsecrated, desecrated, reanimated corpse. She thinks it makes her a little more Nosferatu and less Count Dracula. She’ll be first to admit though, it’s a flimsy theory that doesn’t hold much water. Doe doesn’t really care though. She feels like the ‘classifications’ are more-so semantic bullshit. A dog is a dog no matter the pedigree and she’s a vampire to that same logic. No need to complicate things. It is what it is.

Speaking of the fundamental differences in terms of physical appearance, personality & modus operandi. Doe is a solitary, more scavenger-esc hunter that prefers to keep to herself. Doe’s choice in joining the Belles was the survival equivalent of a insurance and tax benefits marriage. Does she need it? No. Does she want it? Debatable. But it’s giving her a better deal on survival and she can still split away to do her own thing and that’s important.

The location of the Belle’s home being a subterranean set of tunnels is also very helpful to Doe on a level that cannot be understated!

Doe can’t go FULL bat but her humanoid form can warp and become more and more monstrous and bat-like to suit her needs and her survival!

EXCEPTIONAL HEARING, I’d argue much better than her eye-sight even in the dark, so much so that Doe will often rely on it to get around and map her surroundings mentally

Doe CAN eat some human food, but it’s very… limited selection. Chocolate is a no go, as is Vanilla, and all of her former favorites (really!) Pasta, Bulb plants, tubers, baked goods, avocados. But she can eat some fruit! And insects, shell fish, physical meats (both cooked and otherwise), fish and SYRUPS. She has her little things! Unfortunately though, the likelihood of a person coming in and seeing Doe chugging Maple Syrup from the container is real

Doe doesn’t really sleep upsidedown? She’s a burrower on instinct, needing a ritual of returning to a tunnel or digging one out in the earth with her claws. I’m terms of Vampire lore, it’s less a ‘needing to return to the box she was buried in,’ and more a ‘ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt, return from whence she came’ type deal (even though she was never actually buried, weird how that works!)

Sleepy, end of the night Doe can and has tried to bring back some of her partners to stash them away in one of her tunnels. Doe sort of forgets that her wanting to cuddle up in the dirt is not a normal thing for the other vampires! And on that note: can Doe sleep upsidedown? Yes, but she doesn’t enjoy it. She’ll do it if she’s with a partner or trusted person in order to keep them company but never under any other circumstances. (She also falls from perches a lot, turns out her weird vampire bat feet just aren’t built for grasping and grabbing, they’re built for digging, which gives her one HELL of a deadly kick)

When emerging from her tunnels, rather than climbing all the way back out from where she entered, Doe tends to just dig straight through to the top, leaving an empty grave like hole in her wake (which Doe never fills in, I gotta be honest with ya, I know some poor person has accidentally fallen in one and gotten stuck)

Doe’s nightly activity is more Crepuscular than entirely Nocturnal! Doe IS awake all night though, and has her Nocturnal traits, but the biggest activities of her routine: hunting, digging out her burrow/escaping from them, flying out to scope her territory/getting where she needs to go. All occur in the Twilight! With the darkest parts of the night being more of an open space she can fill with less emphasis on the tasks needed for her continued survival!

Speaking of: and this is most important, WHILE DOE IS STILL VULNERABLE TO DAYLIGHT: SHE HAS A RESISTANCE TO THE LOWLIGHT OF SUN-RISES AND SUN-SETS AND CAN EXIST OUTSIDE DURING THEM AFTER THE EVENING-SUN HAS STARTED TO SET AND BEFORE THE EARLY MORNING SUN BURNS OFF THE TWILIGHT

(Mapplethorpe and Doe learned this after she walked out shortly after being turned to watch the sunset because her instincts told her it would be okay. She went out, unphased, unharmed. But when Mapplethorpe noticed and BOLTED to stop her and threw himself outside to pull her in, he very quickly went alight and Doe had to push him back in and stamp out the flames)

This fact of Doe’s existence is more of a detriment than a benefit cause it CONSTANTLY leaves her playing chicken with her life, hoping that she doesn’t chance a sunrise or put too much stock in the speed of a sunset and catch herself on FIRE.

On that note, Doe will ‘wake up,’ from her daily naps the second the sun starts setting! In Winter this can be as early as 3pm but in Summer it can be as late as 9pm! Predictably this fact has made Doe a bit of a winter girlie!

And one last thing: back on the subject of Doe’s voice: Doe IS capable of the Vampire Banshee Screech that will leave humans clutching their ears in pain, and IS capable of extremely loud protection with her screeching, snarling and growling. What does Doe use this fact for though? Mournfully wailing into the night sky. She sounds haunting, sort of like Loon mixed with something prehistoric. It’s become a real curiosity for whatever place she’s inhabiting, but it’s never been directly traced back to her and it’s a kind of venting in a way she refuses to express through violence. Sometimes she wants to think on all the dreams she’s had and will never come true, no matter her work, and WEEP. Mapplethorpe, for his part, uses these haunting cries of Doe’s in his continued effort to follow her and hopefully reunite. He misses his girlfriend, and he wants more than anything to comfort those sad songs away.

[mareenavee]

Criminal asks! *grabby hands*

8, 15, and 22 please :)

Maple!! I was half wondering if you'd made this ask game before I saw the actual post this morning LOL. They seem like your kind of discussions, and I'm here for it.

Thank you for these!

From this caustic ask game right here.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

We're all entitled to our opinions, but I refuse to believe Ondolemar actually wants to be a Thalmor. He does some real RIEKLING BEHAVIOR SHIT in the Embassy for you if you get some bard or whatever arrested for their Talos-flavored nonsense. (Please, I hate this quest as much as the next person. I'm definitely live and let live ambivalent about Talos nonsense.) Granted, to get him to help here, you yourself have to not be a [redacted] idiot with the vocabulary of a Riekling yourself. :>

If he agrees to help you, then you get this gem of a conversation five feet from Elenwen, who is, presumably his superior:

Ondolemar: "How dare you speak of the Thalmor in such a disgusting manner!" Razelan: "What? I didn't... hmm? No listen, you must have misunderstood... I would never openly insult your... that is to say..." Ondolemar: "Your insults and provocations have gone far enough! I'd kill you where you stand if I wasn't bound by my oath as an officer of the Aldmeri Dominion."

This is Riekling Behavior. It is Causing Problems On Purpose for some [redacted] just because they helped with a simple quest he could have definitely thrown his power around to accomplish without thievery and tomfoolery.

To my eye he wanted to see if you, the player, were willing to throw away all reason to help him, and do so without getting your ass caught and thrown in jail. He needs people who can manage simple tasks without getting the entire government involved so he can trust you in the future. For what? Very out of character to LET IN RANDOM PEOPLE to secret Thalmor business in a secret Thalmor unjoinable faction.

He does not want to be part of this and/or is trying to do something about them. Bet. (Anyway thanks for coming to my TES talk.)

15. That one thing you see in fanart all the time

Hmm. I am usually in awe of fanart to be perfectly honest. But I suppose, and this is likely my very Aro/Ace brain, if I see a lot of fanart of pairings of OC/NPC, and I can't tell what the OC's deal is outside of who they are paired with -- ie, set aside, they have no personality at all on their own, then I'm going to be a little less likely to give the art attention. I want to know who the characters are, not just who they're [redacted.] Ya know what I mean? Sorry that's pretty blunt but it's true. I think this is why my favorite fanart is from or for people whose characters are part of a larger work -- ie a comic or a fanfiction. So I can understand the character.

This is specifically about fanart of pairings with no story other than x OC is with x NPC, that's it, that's their story. I am usually still in awe of just OC artwork, or just NPCs. And yeah there's always going to be exceptions but the question brought to mind maybe three artists I find myself bored of seeing work from LOL out of the hundreds I do love to follow.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

...Am I allowed to say Athis here?

Okay so. I don't think I have to defend him to you, Maple lol (: But for others who may be out of the loop -- we stan a good Athis and we just want him to make something of his life. Yes, yes.

Anyway he exists. He's that one elf dude in the Companions? That one, yes. He was a shell of a character, yes, in Vanilla. He also looks a bit... We'll just keep our opinions on the vanilla art direction to ourselves in this case. Anyway it's little wonder he's been ignored...

But yes, please, you're ignoring a favorite bean, friends. Write more Athis. I don't even care how you write him, but please. Join me in the tag. LOL he deserves attention.

I picked him for World because he was a shell character and due to the project I've become enamored of all the iterations that could be. So ... join me in the brain rot. Yes, thank you.

[g0ttal0ve101]

n for the emoji asks errr,mmm

🤥👻💥🍰🍁💓(don’t have to do all of them lmao..) for ermmmm Evelyn, Sam, Lulu (and Thomas⁉️)

HERE I AM AGAIN WITH MY GAY PROPAGANDA 😹

tw: violence and obsessive behavior <3

🤥 - Are they a good liar? Do they have tells to show they’re lying?

Evelyn: British people never lie!! but seriously though, she hardly ever lies so it would be PAINFULLY obvious. I think she’d probably just look too intensely at their face and give it away but looking guilty asf.

Sam: YES. He is such a good liar that no one EVER suspects him of doing any wrong. He lies so gracefully without slipping up that the only way someone could catch him is if A.) They fact check him horrendously. B.) Someone else denies his alibi. C.) Riley is the one asking questions. cause let me tell you. HE’S ON HIS KNEES FOR RILEY. HE WILL FAIL TO LIE TO HER.

Lucian: eerrmm…he’s so painfully blunt that I can hardly imagine him ever lying but if he did, I think he’d give it away by giggling a lot. Like he won’t be able to take himself seriously and probably just give up 💀 - This doesn’t include the times he lies about his home life, he’s very shaky and obvious then too.

Thomas: You will NEVER know when he’s lying or telling the truth. NEVER. He’s so full of shit that it’s hard to decipher whenever he’s being honest even a little. This is because he ties his lies in with lots of truth and tricks people into believing his dumbass information. Seriously though, he’s scary good at it. The only teller I would say is if he has his hands tucked behind his back. Even then though, he might be saying some truthful shit combined with it.

👻 - Do they believe in ghosts? Why or why not? Ghostly experiences?

Evelyn: I’d like to believe she does. Not because she had any experience with the paranormal, but because she has hope that her family still lingers around her home to keep her company. :(

Sam: Yes. His mother talks about seeing ghosts way more often than he’s comfortable with. And of course, that’s his mama, he’ll always believe what she tells him. (Even if he cries afterwards.)

Lucian: Sadly, he gave up on that a long time ago. He used to believe in ghosts for the sole reason of wanting to pretend his papa was still with him, but nevertheless, he realized he was simply talking to walls every night.

Thomas: LMAO-no? He’s not sentimental at all. He personally likes to think that everyone who dies just disappears and never comes back. Because if they did, he’d have to fist fight at least 200 zombies.

💥 - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Evelyn: Anxiety, anger, and disgust. Whenever these things combine, she has a mental breakdown and starts her way on a killing spree!! (Violet NEEDS to get her a leash for whenever that happens.)

Sam: Jealousy and obsession. When he feels his jealousy urges, someone will end up in his basement, never to see the light of day again. When he feels his obsessive urges, he’ll end up in Riley’s closet watching her every move. Mix them together and…haha. OFC SADNESS TOO BC HE’S CONSTANTLY CRYING BUT-

Lucian: Sadness. It’s almost impossible to have a deep conversation with Lucian without having him tear up just a little bit. Even if its far in the past, he won’t hesitate to shed a few tears for whoever he speaks to. Mention any of HIS past and he WILL cry. There’s no helping that.

Thomas: Rejection. Thomas. cannot. handle. rejection. Even if it’s not really an “emotion,” that’s the only thing I could think of that he can’t control his anger with. This rejection always leads to blackmail, to kidnapping, to torture, to arson, and it’ll keep going until whoever denied him begs for mercy.

🍰 - Favorite cake flavor? Are they specific about types of cakes?

Evelyn: Vanilla!! She loves any cake that Violet bakes for her! <3

Sam: Chocolate!! Preferably as much chocolate as possible.

Lucian: Strawberry!! He loves cheesecake and shortcake <3

Thomas: Chocolate!! He doesn’t care about desserts much but if anything, it has to be chocolate.

🍁 - What’s their favorite season? Why?

Evelyn: Spring. She hates winter and summer because they’re too extreme with the weather, so spring is a balanced season for her.

Sam: Fall. He loves Halloween, the pumpkins, the fallen leaves, the crisp air, all of it. Just the feel of fall makes him happier than anything else.

Lucian: SUMMER!! Not only is it nice outside, but he doesn’t have school!! Also, he gets to spend tons of time with Kai whenever Ryan is away for work. (and the amount of sleepovers they have is crazy.)

Thomas: Winter. He’s a firebug, so he wants everything to be warm and cozy in his house. Also, he loves throwing snowballs at the back of innocent bystanders heads with his lame friends.

💗 - What gets their heart racing?

Evelyn: Her girlfriend ofc…💚! She doesn’t let anyone else touch her except for Violet, so whenever they have skin contact, her heart races out of her chest. It’s the best feelings in the world for her to have. <3

Sam: RILEY MORGAN. Everything about her just makes him swoon. He particularly loves whenever she takes control of the situation and starts making him feel like the guy being stalked. Anything with her being as obsessed as he is, his heart is rattling. <3

Lucian: A lot of things Kai does makes his heart POUND. He loves it when Kai steals his clothes, he loves it when Kai kisses his knuckles, he loves it when Kai tries his hardest to impress him by writing/reading, he loves it when Kai-…he just loves Kai. <3

Thomas: women (optional) - but in all seriousness, when someone denies him. I KNOW I SAID HE DOESN’T LIKE REJECTION BUT THAT’S THE POINT. He loves it and hates it at the same time. Like, who’s gonna deny Mr. Valedictorian? Mr. Popular guy? Mr. Rich guy? Mr. Big dick-ok maybe that’s a bit MUCH but you get my point. So, yeah. He gets off to that. <3

[newsiegirlscout]

Best Autumnal Recipes:

No Bake Spiderweb Cheesecake: Absolutely gorgeous and showstopping delicious with relatively low effort, this one has rather quickly entered my teatime repertoire any year I can find the time to make it! (For the wafers themselves, I'd recommend these, and the spiders can be made relatively easily by melting Rolos on top of a pretzel for about ten seconds, flattening them with the back of a spoon, and adding mini M&M "eyes" and legs from broken pretzels.)

Witch Hat Cookies: As far as cute, easy fixes go, I have a particular love for fudge stripe cookies (or the store brand equivalent) with the chocolate side facing up, topped with a thin ring of purple icing around the center and an unwrapped Hershey's kiss (with another band of purple icing to form the hatband). I'd call them zuckerhutchien but my first-generation German mother would burn me as a witch on the spot, so instead I just refer to them as spooky book club treats.

Gingersnaps: Also an absolute classic; this recipe in particular has been the cause of much appreciation from various friends and professors

Chai Spiced Maple Cookies With Browned Butter Frosting: Definitely a mouthful there, but these remain a favorite for Hobbit Day and the rest of the pumpkin spice season!

Mini Pumpkin Cake: Ach! This is one of the top recipes on my to-do list. It looks absolutely delicious and the absolute perfect size for a small pumpkin spice treat...on that note, please let me know if you've found a vegetarian equivalent to candy corn pumpkins!

Hahaha YES: Candy Corn Pumpkins

Soft Molasses Cookies With Pumpkin Cream Filling: This is more of a transitional treat, but still a nice one irregardless. Personally, I'd recommend baking the cookies a little longer, so you get just enough of a crisp finish on the edge to compliment the cream cheese filling.

Brown Butter Maple Pecan Cookies: I haven't tried these yet either, but some baking communities have been going wild about them, and you really can never go wrong with either browned butter or a nice turtle flavor palette.

Baked Pumpkin Donuts: Skeptical, you may be! "Who bakes a donut?" you'll say! The answer: me. I used to work in a bakery that specialized in donuts and had a pretty good selection of baked (as well as fried) donuts, and the pumpkin is perfect for providing that soft cake-y moisture content. (The batter uses the same recipe as a similar pumpkin cream cheese muffin, and while I can't speak for the author's, pumpkin muffins are quickly getting me through the busiest season in coffeeshops, bakeries, and academics alike.)

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread: What's better than banana bread? Pumpkin bread, of course!! This recipe, with the exception of maybe the chocolate chips (depending on brand, although chopped vegan chocolate bars usually work well) is entirely vegan, not to mention a pretty quick stress-bake to boot.

Pumpkin Scones (Starbucks Copycat): Once again, I'll be honest: I have not tried these, albeit these vanilla bean scones have been a popular favorite and we, as a barista at a local coffeeshop, have a legal obligation to one-up Starbucks at any given point. Definitely a must for the next cup of tea!

Caramel Apple Cheesecake Bars: Between Rosh Hashannah and Halloween, we've got to have one obligatory Halloween dessert with some type of caramel apple base!

Happy baking!