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[meowcakedotcom]

my obsessed ass: wow! my team orange themed locker is almost complete !! now i just n

kid nqmed rapid blaster who i havent used ever since i bought it and i desprately need the norm sticker + holo sticker:

[stvolanis]

Stepbro! Rafe prods his finger at your entrance, playing with your folds as he gives you your daily pussy inspection! At first, you were confused cause it’s your most private area n you were too embarrassed to show him. “Jus’ wanna make sure she’s okay, baby. Gotta know when she’s ready for me to break her in.” He’d say, knuckles deep in you. You didn’t know what he meant by that, but it felt really good so you let him!

Stepbro! Rafe who chases away any thoughts of you ever having a boyfriend. Rafes big n’ scary, n’ he doesn’t understand how you think some little boys could make you feel the way he does! So when he finds out you got asked to go on a date with some random kook and said yes, obviously he takes that as a sign of you begging to be punished by him! “Stupid girl. Thought I fuckin’ told you, you’re not supposed to have any boyfriends. yr’too little.” He’d mock as his hand came down to spank your ass, watching as you whimpered and tried to get away from the pain he was inflicting upon you.

Stepbro! Rafe finally has you bent over the edge of the kitchen sink, after long nights of fingering you enough to get you to loosen up for him. His tip, bulbous and leaking intimidatingly, drug through your folds as your slick helped as lube. When he finally decided to take you, his mind couldn’t fathom how someone could still be so damn tight after all the work he put in trying to make this comfortable for you. He kissed your shoulder and neck, lightly biting to take your mind off of the stinging sensation between your thighs.

Stepbro! Rafe who wasted no time in pounding at your sloppy cunt. His balls, hung and full of his seed, slapped at your clit deliciously with each harsh thrust. Your mouth hung in a desperate plea of mercy as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the wide kitchen, along with a mix of moans. “Little pussy feels so good ‘round my cock. She’s takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ, yeah?” He muttered in your ear. “That’s my girl. Look so pretty like this f’me.” He praised when you squirted all over him after his fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Good thing you guys were home alone, right? Too bad Ward installed cameras throughout the house—including the kitchen.

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[kyrsse]

Say Yes! Say Yes!

synopsis: Sylus confesses to the cashier he's been crushing on. How will things go?

tags: fluff. just fluff.

wc: 752

<previous part

"Good day! How may I help you?" she chirped, her smile so dazzling it could probably blind him – blinded by her sheer adorableness. His face slowly turned pink, which, considering his profession, was perhaps not the best look. And then, the moment of truth. She recognized him. Oh dear. This was their first encounter since the band-aid Incident, and he was even more tongue-tied than before.

"Oh! It's you!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with recognition. "How's your wound?" she asked, gesturing towards her own chest – right where his injury had been.

Sylus,the strongest hitman on Onychinus, suddenly discovers he lacks communication skills when it comes3 to girls (you). He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. He tried again. Nope. Still nothing. It wasn't that he hadn't talked to girls before. Okay, maybe it was a little bit that. He just... he didn't know how to. It turns out that even the most feared hitman had a weakness. And that weakness was a cute cashier with a smile that could melt glaciers.

He managed a small, awkward nod, hoping it conveyed, "I'm fine, the band-aid was a lifesaver, and you're utterly charming, but my brain has officially short-circuited." Probably not.

He busied himself gathering items he absolutely didn't need, just to have something to do with his hands. When it was time to pay, he took a quick, covert peek at her name tag. Mc. Intriguing. While she scanned his eclectic assortment of goods, his mind went into overdrive. Mc… Mc… He wracked his brain, trying to recall any intel he might have on a girl named Mc.

‘ has a brother named Caleb. Lives alone in an apartment near the convenience store. Single, had two past relationships. One of them is the famous painter Rafayel, and the other… a hunter. Has a hea—’

"That would be $10, sir!" she chirped, bagging his ridiculously random assortment of items. Her cheerful interruption snapped Sylus out of his mental deep dive. He felt his cheeks flush again. This was getting ridiculous. He was supposed to be a master assassin, not a bumbling schoolboy with a crush.

He pulled out a $10 bill, trying to act nonchalant, as if he hadn't just been mentally cataloging her life history. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice a little rough. He took the bag, acutely aware of her eyes on him. He really needed to get a grip. This whole "cute cashier" thing was messing with his professional image. As he turned to leave, he couldn't resist one last glance. She was still smiling, that dazzling, sunshine smile that made his heart do a little flip-flop. He quickly looked away, but then...

“Be my girlfriend”

‘Great choice of words, Sylus! Just great,’  he mentally cursed himself, his inner voice dripping with sarcasm. Blankly staring at her, he was mortified by his own boldness. What had possessed him? He had just blurted out something that sounded more like a desperate plea than a charming invitation. He didn't understand it. No one had ever affected him this way—only she… but why? His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and sudden, overwhelming attraction.

Just as he was internally flagellating himself for his social ineptitude, she giggled. Giggled! The sound, light and airy, sent a shiver down his spine. His blush deepened, spreading across his cheeks like wildfire.

"Is this how guys ask girls out these days? Straight to the point?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He just groaned inwardly. He was making a complete fool of himself.

"Forget what—" he began, desperate to salvage some semblance of dignity, but she cut him off.

"I'd love to," she said, her smile widening.

Sylus’s head snapped up. "You… what?" he stammered, completely thrown. She was actually… saying yes? He looked at her, searching for any sign of mockery, but her eyes were soft, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She was serious.

"I-I uhh… y-you didn't need to f-force—" he stammered, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening. He was so flustered, he could barely string two words together.

"I like you too… There… straight to the point," she said, mirroring his earlier (and admittedly awkward) phrasing. She giggled again, her blush deepening, and Sylus felt his own heart doing a little happy dance. They both looked like teenagers with a brand-new puppy crush. Except… this wasn't puppy love. 

Oh God, he thought, this is so not how my days usually go… But I'm not complaining.

I would really appreciate it if you read my other Rafayel series here!

AO3

ignored 10 calls from my groupmates just to write a stupid fic

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hello there!😁

If u can of not, I would like to request MK, Wukong, &/or Macaque (U choose may choose who if u don't want to write all😊)x female reader headcanon that does photography(& maybe videography). They enjoyed it as a hobby as a child and continues on with age. Like taking videos or pictures with friends and family so she doesn't forget the good times.

Pairing: Wukong, Macaque, MK x fem!Reader Rating: SFW Warnings/Tags: Fluff, just fl u f f, and Macaque being a lil buttwipe. Word Count: 500+ words

WUKONG 

☀️ ️If Wukong had a partner that regularly took photos then be prepared to have your camera roll be 65% full of his beautiful face. 

☀️ He thinks your hobby is nice and would indulge in it to make you happy; you need a close up of a funny looking bug in that tree? Well, up you go! Oh, what's that? You couldn't catch up to the bird that keeps flying away? Have no fear, Wukong is here to help! 

☀️ When you're not looking, he'll take your camera/and or camcorder and take secret photos/videos for you to find later. They'll either be full of sweet praises or silly jokes and close-up shots of him messing around in your room. 

MK 

🍜 MK seems to be the type to appreciate every form of artistic expression, including photography. When he learns that you've had it as a hobby since you were a kid, he'll insist on being your muse or suggesting things for you to take photos of–cuz, y'know he's the type to think everything is an important memory to keep record of. 

🍜 "Oh, oh, take this one! This one!" 

🍜 "What about this one? It has four buttons on it!" 

🍜 "Don't forget to take a pic of that corner of Pigsy's shop-!" 

🍜 All in all, he's very happy when he looks in your album to find a lot of photos of him and you spending time together—MK's heart swells when he found that you even included a few of his suggestions in the album, but his face exploded when he found the photo of you kissing his cheek while he was distracted by something out of the shot.

MACAQUE 

🌙  While he respects your craft, he doesn't understand your insistence on trying to snap pictures of him. Don't get him wrong, he'll allow you to take some photos of him if he accidentally photo bombs the shot, but more…intimate photos are a hard no from him (especially since he knows how much you scrapbook). 

🌙 You could say he's embarrassed at the idea of coming across a lovey-dovey section of your collection of photos featuring the two of you. He can already hear the teasing comments from a certain group. 

🌙 There have been times when you tried to sneak a few shots of him, but these plans were all thwarted as he disappeared before the shutter went off. He'd reappear behind you, kiss your cheek, then tauntingly say you'll probably get him next time. 

🌙 And get him you did.

🌙 It was a random Tuesday when the two of you were chilling in your home/apt and a movie was playing on the TV. One thing led to another and you two began making out on the couch. Macaque was so into it that he didn't even feel you reach underneath the couch for your camera. 

🌙 The shutter went off and Macaque just..laid there above you frozen, wide-eyed, with his cheeks flushed and hair all in disarray. 

🌙 You had to beg and plea to keep the photo, but he relented after you promised you'll keep it out of the public's eye. No one else deserved to see that photo but you. 

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight !!

[tan1shere]

all im thinking about being sick with madison as your girlfriend and her taking so so much care like i just know shes a caring person when you’re sick!! so maybe something like that and like her singing you to sleep to soothe the headache🥲 i need her to take care of me so bad im gonna cry

(this is a request i just never know how to word them lols)

Flowers

Madison Beer x female reader !

A/n: this has been in my drafts for a bit but I do hope you enjoy ! - sorry if it's short !

Warnings: none just fluff !

Tags: @eilishslut @jadasmp4

Masterlist

Everything was cold, but it shouldn't of been you were under the blankets. You tossed for a little bit to try and warm up but it wasn't working. Your girlfriend, Madison. Turns over to look at you. "Morning babe." You let out a breath, causing her brows to furrow. "Baby?" You then turn to face her. "Are you cold?" You then ask. Her head shakes. "It's quite warm actually." Her eyes scan your face. Then her eyes widen. "You're sweating!?" Her hand makes contact with your forehead.

"You're burning up- I think you're coming down with something." You groan, feeling absolutely dreadful. Your body soon starts to ache. "I think you're right-" You stuff yourself further under the blankets. "Oh baby, let me get you something love." She says instantly getting up. "Nooo, come back." She was already out the door, still hearing your plea. "I won't be long!" She sprints down the stairs, heading into the laundry to grab a dry cloth, wetting it with some cold water. She comes back upstairs about to put it on your forehead. "That's so cold." You gasp.

Moving it slightly. "But your body temperature isn't bub." She makes more effort in helping, moving the sheets away from your body. You groan lightly at the cool air. "Let me go get you some water, you need to stsy hydrated." You just nod, letting her go off and do such things. It was so lovely that she wanted to do everything she can to help. Especially without knowing if it's a simple cold, flu, a bug. Maybe you had eaten something you shouldn't? You couldn't even explain what was going on, you hardly go around others, staying at home most of the time.

Maybe Madison brought home something while she was out? But that wasn't really possible unless she was sick first, but she wasn't. She soon comes back with a fresh cloth and some water. Ice, cold. By that time you actually started to feel the heat. Affecting you more so now. She places it over your forehead and you sigh contently. "Feeling that heat?" You nod. "I'm so sorry love, I hate the fact you're going through this." You give her a smile. "It's ok, not much we can do." She then smiles. "Oh but there's soooo much I can do for you!"

Your eyes turn truly loving, thankful to have someone like her. "You feeling hungry angel?" You think for a moment. Suddenly craving something random. "Oou you know that Cafe down the road, could I have one of their sandwiches." Her face lights up with joy. "Yes ofcourse!" She says, grabbing her keys. "Thanks baby." She goes closer to you about to kiss you but you pull back. "Oh please I'm sleeping with you I'm getting sick anyway. A kiss wont matter." You laugh slightly, she was right. So you lean forward and kiss her.

Little later, or maybe half an hour you grow a bit worried. The Cafe wasn't too far from the house, but just as you're thinking this. You hear the front door open. Relieved she's ok. You hear her feet sprint up the stairs. "Ohhh babyyy." She comes in with a brown bag in one hand and flowers in the other. "I come bearing surprises." You smile wide. "Mads." You sit up, moving the cloth to the night stand. "Here, have a smell. I'll go get a vase." She heads back down to do so. Leaving you with them and the food. You were so incredibly lucky.

[vavaxx]

Safety first

Nikolai x reader (+ Fyodor)

[ !! : nsfw, afab reader, DUBIOUS CONSENT, groping, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking kink, praising, voyeurism, some kind of aftercare ] wc: 1.4k

beware of the tags!! this could be DISTURBING for some readers, consent is stated mid act!

(basically cop Nikolai fucks you on a car and you agree to it halfway trough)

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A soft breeze brushed over your exposed legs as you were returning home from your shift late at night.

Walking in the dark streets of the city was always a little worrying, never knowing what or who you could bump into, but seeing some policemen around was reassuring. They were there for people's safety, right?

Turning into a darker alleyway, you noticed a young white-haired cop leaning against his car, looking gently at you.

As you approached him, he immediately got closer to you, towering your figure with his tall body.

"Having a good night, miss? May I help you?" he said in a soft tone, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"Good evening sir" you said turning your head to the side, avoiding eye contact no, I don't need anything, thanks".

Suddenly his gloved hand came up to grab your chin and he made you turn to look at him.

"Are you sure, pretty? It's my job to help a young lady in need. I can take you home safely, you know the city is dangerous at this time..."

Your face showed your doubts. Trusting a random man, even if he called himself a cop, was still risky, but his appearance was inviting to say the least. He seemed to be around his late 20s, with snowy hair, beautiful eyes and a charming smile, to say the least.

"No need to worry angel, look! I am a policeman" he said, removing his hand from your face and pointing at a badge where you could read the name 'Nikolai'. "If you don't believe me, call the station, they'll confirm it!"

Too tired to investigate, you agreed to Nikolai's nice invitation, and with an imperceptible smirk on his face, he let you sit in the backseat. He then started driving to the address you gave him.

But as you were letting yourself relax, you saw a big hand appear from a hole in space and brush over your chest, in the tentative of unbuttoning your shirt. Gasping in surprise, you quickly tried to move away.

Panic started running through your body as he successfully opened your shirt and found its way under your bra. Ignoring your "No"s and pleas, he started toying with one of your nipples. The feeling of his fingers pinching your sensitive spot sent shivers all around your body, and the idea of how things could've continued further made your panties get wet. Why was your body reacting this way?!

"Can't you stay still back there? Driving is difficult with such chaos in the car, y'know." and as you looked at him, you could see his arm disappear under a black cloak on the passenger seat.

You didn't answer, too occupied in getting away from his hand when it disappeared to immediately materialized onto your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and smacking his palm here and there.

"Mh just stop, please" was all that could escape from your mouth before his hand lifted your skirt and pushed your damp panties aside.

"Ohh, and why would I listen to you begging when your wet cunt is telling me otherwise?" with that he pushed his finger further, with his thumb playing with your sensitive clit and the rest spreading your folds. You couldn't keep your mouth shut, at least not when his big hand was pleasuring you that much.

"I can't believe I brought in this car such filthy whore like you" he laughed at your moans, and, still panicking, you looked out the window only to see dark fields and not a soul within miles.

Looking down at your crotch, you felt two fingers enter your hole and get out full of slick, then he started pumping them in and out. The stretch felt so good and painful at the same time, and the biggest relief was the constant stimulation of your puffy bud.

"I see you can't wait any longer, can you?" he said smiling, turning the steering wheel around and stopping on the side of an empty road, where the only light source was a nearby street lamp.

Suddenly his hand between your thighs disappeared through his portal. Being your brain already dizzy, you couldn't follow his fast motions, and you soon found yourself out, bent with your stomach on the car hood with two big hands holding your waist.

He clicked his tongue, taking a view of your exposed ass and thighs touching against his bulge. You tried in vain to get up, to somehow escape his grip, scared of how things could've gone further, but his grip was too firm and you fell back down with your cheek on the cold metal.

"Don't try too hard pretty, I don't want you to tire yourself too much," he paused, removing some hair that covered your face. "Well, at least not this early."

"Now that we're here, do I have your consent to proceed, miss?"

The first thought you had was, why would he ask this now? How could he care now, when in that backseat it could still be seen the wet spot you left?

"I-, uh yes but m-" your words were immediately interrupted.

"Wonderful! I promise you'll enjoy my show as much as I will." One of his hands travelled down your back, sliding over your pulled-up skirt and teasing your entrance.

Then you heard him pull his trousers down to his knees and turned your head to take a look at him. Under his boxers there was a big bulge, which made you widen your eyes for a moment. "Like what you see?"

And getting rid of his underwear he revealed a 7 or so inches cock, already hard from your sounds and feeling only.

"What a whore, mouth watering over a stranger's dick, who's about to fuck you on a car hood." He leaned over you, getting closer to your ear to whisper "get as loud as you want darling, it's not like we're gonna getcaught."

That's what sent shivers through your body, more than the cold metal that pressed against your stomach. The thought of getting used, alone, lost in the dark by a stranger (a really attractive one), was a weird turn on surprisingly.

What brought you back from your thoughts was a deep thrust of his cock into your hole, pushing your body even harder on that coldness. His girth stretched you out so well that you could feel his tip slide against your warm walls.

"Mhpf" and other blabbering escaped your mouth when he started setting a merciless pace into your pussy, letting his balls hit your folds every time.

"God, how I love lost girls like you, ngh! Pretty girls so willing..." A sharp thrust made you whine loudly and your eyes closed shut. "...to get helped!"

His tip reached your sweet spot everytime, leaving you fucked out and pleasuring perfectly.

Big hands wrapped around your bust and neck, squeezing slightly on the side of it like you weren't already dizzy enough from his treatment. Soon the other hand slid down to your clit, brushing over it to feel your pussy clench and let out other slick, which was already mixing to the policeman's precum.

As you sightly opened your eyes, you saw two lights on the street get closer, and you realised in horrendous shock it was a car.

"Oh look! Ahh, we have a visitor!" Nikolai said, grabbing you by the hair and forcing your head up.

The car slowed down as it passed in front of you, a man with shoulder-length black hair and dark eyes gave a perverted smirk at the two of you, taking a mental image of your situation.

You made eye contact with him with half-lidded eyes and mouth hung open in pleasure, probably trying to whimper out something like 'get away' or 'please', but the way Nikolai was still pushing himself deep into you made it impossible.

The car eventually proceeded its way and you were left again with the policeman.

Hm, is my pretty slut on the pill?" and as you dizzily nodded, gripping your waist with both of his hands, he came in you, deep and filling you up to the brim with his cum.

You lied tired and dirty on the car hood, and after some minutes he grabbed you with his strong arms and let you rest inside the car.

You woke up in your apartment, lying on your bed with a clean pair of underwear, but still sticky inside, your brain still too foggy to understand how all of that could've happened.

[avaantares]

I've seen people talking about feeling overwhelmed by all the pleas for Gaza help -- the unsolicited money requests, the thousands of fundraisers, the sometimes-confusing instructions for purchasing things on behalf of an organization, etc. And sometimes it's hard to figure out HOW to give, when you're clicking back through a daisy-chain of tags and profiles on Instagram, looking for the actual donation link associated with a video. It can be difficult and time-consuming to choose where to put your efforts and funds.

I found myself stressing about choosing which projects to support, vetting charities, and spreading out my donations to make sure they reached a variety of people, and I thought others might be, too. So here are some helpful links to simplify your decision-making!

If you want to donate money:

Many families have started GoFundMe campaigns to help them raise the money for evacuation or medical care, but with so many needing aid, choosing whom to help can be daunting. Each time you visit Gaza Funds, the site will display one randomly-selected campaign from its list of vetted campaigns. The random rotation means every campaign gets a chance to be seen, not just the ones featured by an Insta influencer or TikTok algorithm.

If you're concerned about scams and want to know which charities are going to use your money most efficiently, here are two lists of CharityWatch's top-rated aid organizations in the region (the first is Gaza relief-specific; the second is regional). The link for each organization gives financial transparency details such as how much money goes to relief programs, how much to administration, and the salaries of their CEOs. Read descriptions to know where they are operating and what kind of work they do.

If you want to help without money:

The "Click To Help" buttons (there are six categories; click 'em all!) at Arab.org channel funds into relief organizations such as the UNRWA (United Nations Relief and Works Agency) and other local groups. The donation amount is small, but if you don't have money to give directly, clicking these buttons every day adds up. You can click once per day per device browser, so that means you can click from both your mobile phone and your computer, and from multiple browsers on each device.

[unassumingcavegoblin]

intro post?? idk, this feels kinda silly but… 🤷‍♀️

hi! you can call me star or australili* (she/her)

*p.s., australili is the name i put as the watermark on my edits

this is mostly just a spam blog (i’ll edit this and @ my other ones at some point soon), you’ll really only see reblogs and shitposts on here lol

more abt me below the cut :)

i’m obsessed with pjo (child of apollo!) (or athena??) and epic the musical; i also like heathers, the owl house, hamilton, the crane wives, bikini kill, and arcane (my comfort show <333)

fav epic saga is either wisdom or ithaca, fav songs (from epic) are would you fall in love with me again, odysseus, scylla, warrior of the mind, little wolf, god games, there are other ways, no longer you, and every other song in epic ^v^

my fav rrverse books are the last olympian, the lost hero, son of neptune, blood of olympus, the red pyramid, all of magnus chase, and camp half blood confidential :)

omniromantic + ace; adhd, anxiety, ocd; very extroverted; i like to read, write, draw, and hang out with my friends :)

random facts abt me:

- i skipped 5th grade

- i HATE touching greasy stuff

- i loveeeee epidemiology!

- i’m currently making a fictional disease for a book that me and my friend are writing together

- i <3 rings!!

- i have a pink american flag with chappell roan on it hanging on my bedroom ceiling

- my stuffed animals take up more space in my bed than me

- i’m ridiculously short 😭😭

- i’ve played 3000+ hours of the sims 4

- i have 200+ files in my ts4 mods folder

- i own a copy of almost every book rick riordan has ever written except camp jupiter classified and the ultimate guide :333

- i play the flute!

- i have a youtube channel that i share with my friend (they post gacha, i post edits)

- i got to talk to te/mo once and she said that she thinks i’m gonna be famous <3333

tag index !!!

star’s yapping again - not quite rambles, just lil bite sized yap sessions

star’s confused - i’m confused. that’s all.

star’s reblogs - reblogs

star’s rambles - rambles

star’s asks - asks

star’s adventures - irl stuff

star’s very cool stuff - stuff i made

star’s fangirling episodes - pov you (i) fangirled so hard you’re (i’m) on the verge of tears

star’s pleas for help - i. need Advice.

star’s tips n tricks - self explanatory

star’s housekeeping - self explanatory

star’s reading - book stuff 😸

star’s musings - introspection

star’s edits - my edits

star’s feral - ASGDHHTHFHFJ. JAJEJRJEJSJDKIFKR HELP ME

star’s stuff - other

additional note (2/24/25): i twisted my ankle :(

[kefiteria]

Within The Whirlwind Of A Day.

character: Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

tags: fluff, one shot!

summary: just you and scara walking back from the Zubayr Theater. Bantering with each other until scara decided to be vulnerable with you by the sidewalk.

🍨 A/N: I'm a sucker for SVT lyrics; they inspire me to write fanfics. Anyways, this fanfic is heavily inspired by my random imagination while repeating 'To You' by SVT for 3 hours ಠ◡ಠ! I also tried to incorporate this kind of thing: “[insert your dialogue here]." into the fanfic because I think everyone has different things they want to say to Scaramouche, so it's like an open space ehehe~

“Give me your hand.” Scaramouche's voice cut through the cacophony of the bustling crowd outside Zubayr Theater. His tone though snarly held an underlying urgency, a silent plea not to be lost amidst the sea of bodies. You chuckled, feeling the tug of his fingers around yours.

“There's no need to be nervous, I'm not a child.” you reassured him with the warmth in your voice betrayed your amusement. Despite your protest, Scaramouche's grip remained firm as he maneuvered through the throngs of people, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. He couldn't afford to lose sight of you, not here, not now.

Weaving through the crowd, Scaramouche's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. His 'duty' demanded he keep you safe, but a part of him couldn't help but wonder why he cared so much. “What the heck am I thinking…?” he muttered under his breath, his features contorting into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust.

“Are you still thinking about the play we watched earlier?” you teased with a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged Scaramouche's side. “Here I thought you're not into such hopeless romantic stuff, especially when it's in a theater play.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempts to maintain his aloof demeanor. “Oh, please.” he scoffed, “I'm only here because you keep pestering me to accompany you, as if you've never set foot in Zubayr Theater before. Though, if I recall correctly, you were running around like a headless chicken the last time you were here.”

You chuckled at his teasing, well aware of his aversion to anything resembling sentimentality. “Yet you still insist on holding my hand to navigate through the crowd?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips as you glanced down at his hand still firmly clasped around yours.

With a huff, Scaramouche released your hand, feigning nonchalance as he continued walking ahead. “Of course.” he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of embarrassment. “I was just… being cautious. That's all.” But despite his words, you couldn't help but notice the faint flush creeping up his neck, a silent admission of his true feelings.

Scaramouche's presence beside you brought a sense of comfort, his usual snarky remarks softened by the easy rhythm of your conversation. “You're grinning like a goblin counting coins now.” Scaramouche quipped, a playful glint in his eyes as he glanced at your beaming face. “What's got you all giddy?”

You chuckled, the memory of the theater play still fresh in your mind. “Just thinking about the play we saw earlier.” you admitted, the fondness evident in your voice. “It had that classic hopeless romantic trope, but there was something charming about it, don't you think?”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, a smirk quirking up the corners of his lips. “If you find that cute, then I suppose even the cheesiest lines would make your heart skip a beat.” he remarked teasingly, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you nudged him lightly. “Hey, you never know.” you replied with a grin. “Sometimes it's the simple things that make life interesting.”

As the two of you walked closer to your home, the fading sunlight cast a warm glow over the familiar surroundings. Scaramouche's gaze wandered to the horizon, a subtle realization dawning on him that your time together for the day was nearing its end.

“To you…" he began, his voice trailing off slightly as he turned to you, a hint of hesitation in his tone. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity at his sudden shift in demeanor. “Huh? What's on your mind all of a sudden?” you asked, intrigued by the unexpected change in conversation.

Scaramouche's lips curved into a half-hearted smirk, his usual air of confidence momentarily faltering. “You keep on thinking about that stupid hopeless romantic play.” he remarked bluntly, his words tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his abrupt comment, caught off guard by his unexpected honesty. “Well, yeah, maybe I do… what's up with that?” you admitted with a chuckle, unsure of where he was going with this.

Scaramouche sighed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he realized his slip-up. “I, uh, I mean…" he stammered, his words faltering as he struggled to find the right words. But before he could continue, you reached out, gently squeezing his hand in reassurance. “It's okay.” you said softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I'd love to hear your stories, too.”

“I still have a long way to go.” Scaramouche's voice broke the serene atmosphere, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he halted in his steps. You paused, turning to him, concern etched across your features as you waited for him to continue. “Enemies lurk around every corner, probably witch-hunting me, cursing my very existence. Karma's shadow looms, waiting to pounce when I least expect it.” his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking around.

You reached out, gently resting a hand on his arm, offering him silent support. Scaramouche glanced at you, his gaze softened by the warmth of your touch. “Sorry…” he muttered, his tone tinged with vulnerability. “I didn't mean to burden you with my thoughts… I just wanted to express my gratitude, like in the play we watched earlier, but I ended up spitting out nonsense.”

“But… I… you…" Scaramouche stumbled over his words, his voice laced with uncertainty. “You gave me trivial happiness… handing me all the smiles in this world into my two empty hands…" He trailed off, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. “This puppet, artificial being…"

You held his hand gently, feeling the weight of his words echoing in the quiet stillness between you. As Scaramouche continued, his voice trembled with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of his feelings. “For me, who is out of breath...” he confessed his voice barely above a whisper, “you're the one I want to keep seeing, even as we're facing each other… even when there are no words left to say.”

You stood there, stunned by the raw sincerity of Scaramouche's words, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see. Despite the bustling city around you, the sidewalk suddenly felt like the most intimate of settings, as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you at this moment of shared honesty.

His gaze remained averted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his admission. “So even when I'm winded on a steep path or even when I get lost on a cold day…" he murmured with his voice barely above a whisper, “you, who holds out your hands with warmth… I will always be grateful to you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at his heartfelt confession, the depth of his gratitude washing over you like a gentle wave. It was a moment more beautiful than any scene in the play you had watched earlier, for it was real, raw, and undeniably genuine.

Stepping closer, you reached out, gently tilting his chin to meet your gaze. “[insert your dialogue here].”

Scaramouche's cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. Clearing his throat, he tried to regain his composure, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Well, aren't you full of surprises.” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But don't expect me to get all mushy on you.”

You chuckled, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “Wouldn't dream of it~” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “But I'm glad we had this talk.”

[kickmebare]

As random as this post may be to my followers, please consider taking the time to at least read my plea— Like, reblog, & share!

Gaza is currently under a ceasefire making it the most crucial time to offer support and donations to it’s people. I have shared many asks with gofundme links of Palestinians in dire need of donations, whatever the circumstance they’re in, for those links please check the tags I use for this post. Today, I want to share a story of one Palestinian family that lives in Gaza. Hatem is a 26 year old Father who recently lost his wife and is looking after his sister and five children alone. He underwent a colon surgery due to severe colitis and is having severe pain in his eye, so much so he needs another surgery or he will lose his sight. I know to any of you reading, money is tight especially in these pressing times, but anything helps! I fear that the least humanity can do is pay attention to these people’s stories.

This post is different than my usual “sleazy photography”, but before I am my passions, I am a human with empathy. Whatever your political beliefs may be, it is undeniably inhumane to let these people suffer.

Hatem Al-Najjar’s instagram (@hatim_gamal)

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

WIP idk pick a day but it certainly isn't Wednesday anymore Tag

Ty for the tag @holy3cake sorry it's so late lmfao

Not tagging anyone, join in if you want to

Here have a random snippet I wrote a while ago because my life is fuckin hectic rn! ( @beginning-writer no idea if you've seen this snippet before, but in case you haven't, here, enjoy!)

Gawain's POV

Context; As the pair bathe at the river, Lancelot allows Gawain to see and tend to a few of his injuries.

~•~

Gawain reached to tug away the bandages across Lancelot's torso when Lancelot grabbed his wrist, hard.

"Ashman, I need to--" Gawain began, but something in Lancelot's eyes gave him pause and he trailed off, trying to study what it was hiding there.

"No more. Please."

The spoken plea was scarecly even a whisper, one that Gawain could not help but harken to. Letting him do this much had been a great show of trust, more could push him further away again. Gawain realised the Ashman was trembling though whether it was purely the pain or something else as well he could not know. The emotion flickering within those steel grey depths still evaded him.

Fear, perhaps? But of what…

"Alright." Gawain said, drawing away with a nod of acceptance. The look of relief that washed across Lancelot's pale face was palpable.

"…On one condition," Gawain held up a single finger to emphasise his point, doing his best to ignore the twinge of guilt as Lancelot immediately stiffened up again, "That you try to eat AND drink something tonight."

Lancelot deflated with a sigh, giving a resigned nod of his own before that infuriatingly stoic mask returned.

Baby steps… Gawain thought. Like taming a wild colt.

"Thank you." Gawain smiled. He almost laughed at the confusion that broke the stoicism, but didn't elaborate, merely handed the Fey back his shirt and stepped away. Gawain could feel Lancelot's eyes boring into his back as he returned to the fire.

[thrandilf]

I don’t know if you’re taking rec’s still but if you want some good authors? If not feel free to ignore/delete! (All these are on ao3 that site’s spoiled me I can’t go anywhere else)

Alienu has a lot of really good shadowpeach working on their relationship fics. It’s almost a gag how they never actually get to them kissing but dear GOD there’s that longing to. Maybe one day.

Marinara_Trench writes softer macaque/shadowpeach than some of these, but I like how they write everyone as Just a Guy trying their Best. They also gave me the headcanon that macaque collects the stupidest, cheesiest pieces of junk like wukong collects random treasures.

cloud_somersault really good at acknowledging the Monkies got Issues. I mean they got Mei and Redson in a fic or two but it’s mainly the three main monkeys dealing with shit.

poetoutofthebeast I guess the best way to describe their writing is that they take a concept and run with it and it’s a very enjoyable experience for me. Almost crack treated seriously but the scenarios make sense?

KinbariTeaHeathen just the best dynamics! Fun scenarios with fun character combinations!!

K’s writing anon I have no idea who this is but this tag has some of the funnest story ideas I have read for lmk. My two recommendations are ‘obelus’ where LBD thinks trying to possess macaque as a new body is a good idea, and ‘heavy is the heart that wears the crown’ where LBD gets the fillet and macaque takes. Perhaps the stupidest route to keep her from using it on anyone else?

magic, myths, and emotionally unstable monkeys (lmk fics) series not an author but it’s got some of my favorite wukong character studies in regards to shadowpeach

And a some good fics:

Temporary Touch Explicit, and has macaque burn FFM, but probably one of the most logical in how they’d get back together/heal/get together (that is to say that their problems come up naturally and they deal with them extremely in character (terribly) not that the characters are being smart about the situation they’ve got themselves into at All)

Collapse into me Macaque runs to the brotherhood while dying and Azure does a not smart thing! Not too far in the plot but the character dynamics sure are dynamic.

Swear it on the Sun the only thing that has given credence to the idea Peng had a thing for Mac, and it’s not even got Peng having feelings for Mac.

My sunflower is crying, I’m sorry hanahaki au where Mac has hanahaki and goes “well I’m gonna die, that sucks” and? Makes the most of it? He gets cured ofc but he gets annoyed his plan gets ruined. Ofc

The Broken Pleas of a Familiar Face (And an Exhausted Shadow) Macaque asks wukong to stay and help him take care of the mountain cause he’s struggling, and wukong’s y’know. On jttw. So it doesn’t go well.

meant to do a lil blurb under the fic recs but then I was on like 2% and didn't want to lose the whole thing but I hope you find some fics you like! 'We just "click"' was such a nice find for me and finding you on tumblr is v exciting! Ok have a nice day byee

Aaaaa thank you!

I meant to answer this way sooner and forgot I hadn't, I appreciate the list to go through!

I just read Temporary Touch (all in one sitting oops) and I absolutely love it, I ran into it in the wild on ao3 and the name sounded familiar, glad I gave it a shot because right now it is my fave shadowpeach but it's nice to have a list of some others

Thank you for the recs and I'm glad you liked We Just Click haha

[cosmica-galaxy]

Just a mini-rant.

I just want to say that some of those blog-to-blog donation scams are going around again. I have gotten THREE in the last 2 weeks and it's starting to piss me off. They are SCAMS and I will never donate to some rando hitting up my inbox with some made up sob story about a cat, cancer, ect. Whoever is making those types of scambots is the SCUM OF THE FUCKING EARTH. FUCK YOU FOR TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE'S GENEROSITY ABOUT REAL ISSUES, ESPECIALLY STUFF LIKE CANCER. SHAME ON YOU.

Now. Here's a brief how-to on detecting and protecting yourself and preventing spreading misinformation from these so-called """people""" wanting you to donate to their bogus cause.

How to check if they are a legit blogger is to make sure that the blog wasn't made in the last few months. Best way to check is to click on the blog and look for the archive or have post timestamps turned on.

The one that hit me up just now was just 14 HOURS OLD. They also have a lot of random 'liked' jargon in their archive. Usually popular posts or nonsensical gifsets or images with no fandoms, art, posts, or anything else of the sort. There are NO connections or interests. Just randomly selected posts.

Plus, people who actually need help DON'T EVER hit up random people in their inboxes. They usually make a personal post about their issues and place them in donation tags or other relevant tags. BUT ALWAYS BE WARY FOR BUZZARDS LIKE THESE SCAMMERS WHO ALSO USE THE TAGS FOR THEIR OWN GAIN. CHECK BEFORE YOU DONATE.

It's a sad world that we now have to be skeptical of charitable pleas for help or charity campaigns BECAUSE of shitheads like scammers taking advantage of people's kindness and generosity.

Report them for spam/bot and block them. Don't interact with them and DON'T click on ANY links they provide. They are scams and they are awful bots run by equally horrible humans.

Stay wary, my lovelies!

[pinkaditty]

Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈

Hi there,

I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m sorry this might feel random, and I didn’t mean to come to you like this but I'm reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.

It’s difficult to ask for help, but we have no choice. We’re in a dire situation, and we need your support to make it through. Your donation, no matter the size, can provide life-saving essentials like food, clean water, and medical care for our community. Without your kindness, we are left vulnerable, struggling to survive.

If you’re able, please consider contributing to our GoFundMe⬇️🙏

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Your generosity could truly make the difference between life and death.

I also ask you to visit my blog, reblog my post, and share our story to help us spread awareness. The more people know about our struggle, the more help we can get. You can be part of amplifying our voices when we have been silenced for so long.

I know it’s hard to ask for money, but we are in desperate need. We can’t survive this alone, and we rely on the compassion of those who can offer even a small bit of help.

Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.

With deep gratitude,

AshleymilesPhil

not sure what to tag this one

[lady-astras]

Introbo ✨🌙

Hi y’all, I’m Astra. Probably should have done this already :L. I’m a writer, a beginner digital artist, Hermitcraft fan, Ethogirl, and a HARDCORE (hehe get it?) Kolanii fan (my sister has huge regrets).

I’m a minor so please keep that in mind when interacting. Also, I have a sensory disability, and am Desi (and Tamilian! Viva Tamil Nadu!) (though American-born) which I am very proud of and will mention ;D.

I also cannot contribute financially to anyone, so if you send me an ask for monetary help I won’t be able to do anything but pass along the message. although… if you’re sending a plea for monetary help to a Minecraft fan blog? I’m gonna assume it’s a scam.

I’m currently working on two novels, so please ask about either of them! That also means that I will say stuff like “[character]-coded” and you have no idea what I’m talking about :’)

Notices ~

None!

MORE BELOW CUT!

I guess i could make one of these but please note that i don’t give a damn what you choose to call me

Fandoms:

Hermitcraft SMP

Empires SMP

Traffic life

Kolanii

Wifies (a tiny bit, pre-Covid)

ACOTAR

Crescent City

Ao3: Lady_Astras, Asteri-Arnica

I’m a mainly Hermitcraft/Empires blog though - my random stuff is @royally-an-astrophile (writing, disability awareness, space, and memes) and @astra-the-assassin (responding to the nonsense my friend @princess--kira says). @silver-flames-47 for my ACOTAR stuff, which right now is… mostly reblogged Azriel x Reader fic. Also I have the blog @bodytemperaturestew for whatever reason…

DNI:

Racists/sexists/queerphobes/ableists/etc

Wilbur Soot/DTeam supporters, which are unlikely since this is a Hermitcraft blog

Hardcore Swifties

NSFW blogs

uh

thats kinda it

this is a PG13 blog

Secret Life - Scarian Superhero AU Fanfic

Tags:

Random thoughts: #starspoken words

Art: #astra’s art

Writing: #astra writes yo what?

Astra being an Ethogirl (ahem, Etho fanart that I find hot /J /J): #etho though

Rarepair Ship Propaganda: #propaganda: astra edition

PFP: https://picrew.me/share?cd=Pyi2pliOYx #Picrew #_elf_taking_over_the_world

Dividers by @saradika-graphics !

[deckerstarblanche]

Random WIP Thursday: Going to Hell (not sure what this is, but it typed itself onto this page!)

Emma was pissed off, and it wasn’t just because she was tired of fighting their way through Hell’s waiting room. No, she was pissed at Liam Jones; unpleasantly surprised that he turned out to be a self-righteous prick instead of the paragon of virtue Killian always idolized.

“Killian blames himself for being here…he’s been fighting darkness his entire life, and you pushed him off the cliff….Stop thinking of your own desires, and let him go…”

Liam’s harsh words kept repeating themselves inside her head, stomach-churning as they were.

Some of what he said was undeniably correct: She had been selfish as the Dark One, so desperate to keep her true love alive that she’d sent him hurtling backward; back down into the black void that had filled his soul for centuries. Maybe she really was the anchor keeping Killian from his destiny, and being forced to follow this endless clue path was her punishment. Emma shivered at the thought as a deep shame washed over her.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you coming?” Killian asked, the gentle concern in his voice breaking through her negative thoughts. She looked down, wishing she could melt into the floor instead of meeting his eyes. Emma had never met anyone whose eyes were actual windows into his soul before, but she had gotten to know him so well that she could read him like a book — most of the time. Right now, she knew his gaze would be soft and loving, and she didn’t deserve that.

“Oh…yeah, sorry. Let’s go,” she replied, hearing the lifelessness in her own voice, so she knew he’d pick up on her feelings. He always knew. Even though her legs felt leaden, she tried to exit the room, but his hand gripped her wrist, keeping her close.

“No, wait. We’re not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. I know when something’s bothering you.” Killian reminded her, and when she finally looked at him, the love and understanding she could see in his eyes made her want to sob. Why would he willingly stay when she could save him?

Her heart thudded in her chest as she answered. “It’s Liam…I’ve had a bad feeling ever since we met,” she admitted, and it physically hurt to watch that sweetness fade from his eyes as he looked away, shaking his head in disbelief. She forced herself to continue, knowing that he always valued her perspective. He may hate her for it, but she couldn’t turn back now.

“At first, i thought it was just because he didn’t like me, but I think he’s hiding something.”

Killian gulped as he stepped back, narrowing his eyes and lengthening the space between them. She already felt colder, as if an intangible connection that linked them was slowly falling apart.

“That’s preposterous! My brother wouldn’t lie.”

It was Emma’s turn to gulp. “Maybe there’s stuff about him you didn’t know. Maybe he does know what his unfinished business is down here,” she reasoned uncomfortably, hating herself for making him feel worse than he already did. The man was dead after all, and had only recently been released from Hades’ own private insane torture chamber.

“No, you’re wrong about him,” he replied, eyes softening in a plea to make her see reason. “I know who my brother is.”

Emma could practically hear his voice in her head, begging her to trust him like he had in Camelot. She felt devastated, but clearly Killian’s long held reverence for his older brother was clouding his vision. She was about to open her mouth and point that out, but he turned away from her, heading out of the library.

It was the start of him leaving her, she could feel it.

“I’m going to go help my brother find those pages.”

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