#oooh i’m getting sentimental

[iheartmoons]

have decided to abandon sleep and read jily fanfic instead

[legendary-69420]

The Party of the Year 1: The Mystery of the Invitation

Chapter 12 : Part 1

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

It was a quiet, lazy afternoon in the driver's lounge. Charles sat on a sleek leather couch, lazily scrolling through his phone while Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, and Max were scattered around, each occupying their space. Lando was mid-rant about his recent unlucky qualifying, Oscar and Yuki were battling it out on a portable game console, and Pierre and Max were engaged in a friendly debate about the "most iconic race moments" of the season.

Charles, however, had his own dilemma. His mind was occupied with one pressing question — "What should I get Mark for his birthday?" It wasn’t an ordinary problem. This was Mark Spencer, the man who had everything. Money, fame, looks, success — what could you possibly give a man who already had it all?

“Just give him socks,” Lando quipped, hearing Charles mutter about the gift.

“Yeah, real original,” Charles shot back, rolling his eyes. “Why don’t I add a 'World’s Best Driver' mug while I’m at it?”

“You're overthinking it, mate,” Carlos added. “Get him something meaningful. Like a framed photo of the two of you. Sentimental stuff works.”

“Yeah,” Yuki added with a mischievous grin, “and make sure it says, ‘I’m the reason you win races.’”

Their laughter was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Arthur Leclerc entered the room, his face lit up like a kid about to spill some juicy gossip.

“Are you guys coming to Mark’s party?” Arthur asked, looking around.

“Party?” Pierre raised a brow.

“What party?” Lando asked, sitting up from his slouched position.

Arthur blinked. “…His birthday party?”

The drivers exchanged confused glances.

“Wait—” Charles furrowed his brows. “Mark didn’t invite us.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get anything,” Oscar said, checking his phone.

“Same,” said Carlos, tapping through his notifications.

“Maybe we’re not famous enough,” Lando teased, nudging Pierre.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking at them like they’d all gone insane. “Well, that’s weird because I got my invite a week ago.”

“WHAT?” Charles’s eyes widened in shock. “Show me.”

Arthur pulled out his phone and opened his messages, revealing a stunningly designed digital invite. The invite was pure luxury — black and gold with elegant typography and a sleek moving background of golden sparkles. “The Spencer Estate invites you to an exclusive celebration in honor of Mark Spencer's birthday” was written across the top. The location? One of the Spencer family's lavish private mansions.

The details of the event were listed in perfect calligraphy:

Date: Next Friday Time: 8 PM till dawn Venue: Spencer Estate, Lake Como, Italy

Just as Charles's jaw dropped, the drivers' phones buzzed simultaneously. A distinct ding echoed through the lounge.

“What the—”

Everyone reached for their phones. The same luxury invite that Arthur had just shown them now appeared on their screens, only this time it was addressed to them.

Carlos whistled, eyes wide. “Of course it’s at Lake Como. Of course.”

“This man sent an invitation to Arthur before us?” Charles muttered, still scrolling through his phone. He glanced at Arthur with mock betrayal. “He likes you more than me?”

Arthur snickered, knowing he’d struck a nerve.

“Don’t take it personally, Charles,” Carlos joked, grinning. “Little brother privileges.”

“You’re not his 'favorite Leclerc' anymore.” Lando teased, nudging Charles.

But Charles wasn’t laughing. His gaze sharpened, and his lips pressed into a firm line. His fingers moved quickly as he snatched Arthur’s phone. “Give me that,” he said, scrolling up through Arthur and Mark’s previous chats.

Lando leaned over, trying to peek at the screen. “Oooh, what are we looking for? Secrets? Leaks?”

Charles ignored him, his eyes locked on the chat. The conversation wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Arthur had asked Mark something about his plans for the week, and Mark had casually mentioned his birthday party without realizing it. Then, to cover his tracks, Mark had immediately sent Arthur an invite.

“See?” Arthur shrugged. “He just slipped up. Relax, cher frère.”

Charles sighed, closing the chat. He tossed Arthur's phone back at him, still sulking. “He could’ve told me first.”

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Pierre smirked.

“Shut up,” Charles muttered, though his pout didn’t help his case.

“Okay, so we’re going, right?” Carlos asked, already tapping on his calendar.

“Obviously,” said Yuki, still staring at the invite. “It says 'luxury' and 'Spencer mansion' in the same sentence. That’s not a party, that’s an experience.”

“Wait,” Lando said, narrowing his eyes as he turned to Arthur. “How do you know so much about it? You seem… suspiciously well-informed.”

Arthur’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He sat upright, ready to deliver what could only be described as a TED Talk presentation.

“Alright, listen up,” Arthur said, rubbing his hands together. “Mark’s birthday party isn’t just a party. It’s an event that people wait all year for. I’m talking celebrities, models, actors, famous singers, athletes, billionaires — you name it, they’re all there.”

“Models, huh?” Lando said, his interest piqued.

Pierre leaned in, nodding. “Now you have my attention.”

“The party takes place at one of the Spencer family's mansions. I’m talking private beaches, infinity pools, glass walls, underground clubs. There’s live music, world-class chefs, a personal cinema, and every kind of drink you can imagine. Last year, they had a literal underwater dance floor.”

Arthur continued, grinning. “He sends out invites months in advance so people can clear their schedules. Famous singers perform live. There’s a full course gourmet dinner prepared by Michelin-star chefs. You want a pool? There’s a pool. You want a personal massage? They got you. Every luxury imaginable is at your fingertips.”

“Why are you talking like a heist movie plot?” Carlos asked, wide-eyed.

“What’s up with this professional TED Talk, Arthur?” Max added, laughing. “You sound like you’re about to sell us tickets.”

“Can you blame me?” Arthur’s grin widened. “I’ve been waiting for this. I would never miss it.”

That’s when the drivers froze.

“Wait,” Oscar said slowly, realization dawning on him. “If Mark sends invites months in advance… why did we just get ours today?”

Silence.

“…oh,” Yuki muttered, eyes narrowing. “That sneaky little—”

Arthur nodded knowingly. “He called your managers.”

“What?” Carlos blinked.

“Mark called your managers months ago,” Arthur said, scrolling through his phone. “He told them to clear your schedules for his birthday party. That’s why your calendars were mysteriously open for that day.”

“Ohhh,” Lando drawled, realization hitting. “So that’s why my manager was so adamant I 'rest' next week.”

“Smart,” Carlos admitted, impressed.

“Evil,” Pierre added with a smirk. “But smart.”

“I’m not even mad,” Max shrugged. “I respect it.”

Charles shook his head, fighting back a smile. “This man plans everything to perfection, huh?”

“Welcome to the mind of Mark Spencer,” Arthur said with a grin. “And now, we’re all invited.”

Carlos grinned, already texting his manager. “Then we’re going. No way I’m missing this.”

“Count me in,” Yuki added.

“Same,” Pierre chimed in.

“Are we wearing suits or what?” Lando asked, still staring at the luxurious invite.

“Don’t overthink it,” Max said. “Just show up looking hot.”

Charles leaned back, finally allowing himself to smile. “Oh, trust me, I’ll be there.”

The drivers didn’t know it yet, but this birthday party would be one they’d never forget.

To Be Continued…

[terresdebrume]

😻🛒🎃?

Oooh, thanks for the three in one! :D I'm sorry this took a bit, you just happened to send your message right as I had to leave and the grace period for writing juice ended -_- but I'm glad you made me add some lines to those projects!

🛒[Fic: Good Luck Babe]

“It’s fine,” Charles hurries to say before Edwin can answer, still wiping at the tears that stubbornly refuse to stop falling. “I’m fine. You can go.”

“Are you sure? You—”

“He says he’s fine,” Mark cuts off, and his tone is so familiar it makes Charles flinch away again, shoulders turned towards Mark so he can keep him in his field of vision. “Let’s go.”

Jasmine makes a noise of protest but ultimately follows Mark away from them, their argument growing louder as they go. Charles, heart drumming a tense beat against his ribs, lets Edwin pull him into a tight hug and all but collapses against his shoulder.

🎃[Fic: Halloween Payneland Fic] (Placeholder tag)

“You didn't have to send him away, you know,” Charles says, something almost bashful coming over his features. In Edwin's stomach, several bubbles fizzle out of existence in rapid succession, until Charles' expression turns brighter and he says: “can't say I'm complaining though, mate. It's not every day I get to chat up a bloke as fit as you.”

Oh, well, nevermind that about foolishness then. Edwin couldn't stop his face from turning crimson if he wanted to—and he really doesn't feel very invested in that, just at the moment. He pinches his lips against the simpering grin trying to claw its way out of him, and takes the whole of Charles in.

😻[Fic: The Catland Kiss Incident]

The words stay caught in Edwin's throat, like a knife planted in his vocal cords. He blinks, furiously, against the tears trying to gather in his eyes, but before he can find the strength to continue Charles pulls back and says:

“...What?”

“Your heart is your own,” Edwin makes himself repeat, struggling to hold Charles' eyes for a moment before he gives up and fixes his eyes on the earring. “I do not—I do not wish to… intrude on your sentimental life.”

“What?” Charles repeats, eyes as wide as saucers. “Wait—you think I've got a pash on Thomas?”

“Well, why would I not?” Edwin retorts, more cross than he intended to be, “You called him Thomas!”

Charles makes a face like something particularly disgusting landed on him.

[ochrearia]

"Some Fuckin' Specimen"

I think I have a limit on how many BFs I can handle writing in 1 drabble before all of their characterizations start bleeding together in my head. It's bad. Please don't feel bad if I don't write your BF it's probably just because I don't know enough about them to feel comfortable not to get it wrong :diesbadly:

BFs in this drabble: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), cs!BF (Beefer, mine), wyd!BF (Beef, Karl's), fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), sfa!BF (Peacock, Shed's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)

Random days where you planned to be spontaneous were arguably the funniest days. A busy group chat when most of the collective partners were busy was already fun, but then Biff suggested they all invade Yourself’s apartment for the hell of it. Hanging out was an incentive too, but mainly to be obnoxious for fun.

Well, that was the idea until Biff got there first and realized they all had to be quiet. One by one they all showed up, enamored by the idea of being mischievous, only to find that their target of annoyance was incapacitated. Asleep, all curled up and buried so deep under his blanket that only the top half of his face was even visible.

“So much for that plan.” Beef sighed with a shrug. “We probably shouldn’t wake him up, I swear I’ve only seen that guy sleep one time and it was because we forced him with the indignancy pile.”

“He could’ve moved even with a bunch of us on him, I just think he didn’t want to.” Boyf responded using his text-to-speech.

“Anyone else not really wanting to leave either?” Peacock asked. “We’re already here…”

“Oooh, getting sentimental in here. Dumb band of BFs want to keep the sleeping lonely man company?” Biff teased. “Yeah, me too. Let’s stay.”

“Bro??? What the hell are you doing?” Beefer hissed, watching Biff climb onto the bed and also completely on top of the sleeping counterpart. “You’re gonna wake him up you idiot!”

“Nah, I got this, trust me.” Biff whispered back with a grin. “He’s only a light sleeper when he has a goal in mind. Or if you try to draw on his face with a fucking sharpie.”

“That was one time and I’m still pissed I didn’t even get to do anything.” Beef grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.

“My point, he’s not gonna wake up from this. He’s in a very serious and committed relationship with this weighted blanket. I know he loves this thing. You know what else he loves? Being warm. Contact. How do I know this? It gets obvious when anyone with a brain would still choose to give our dumbasses hugs when we don’t deserve them. That’s probably why he gives good hugs. Because he wants them just as much as he wants to offer comfort.” Biff said matter-of-factly, carefully shifting around and settling on top of YS. “Look. I’m just an extra weighted blanket for him!”

“I really hope he shifts and sends you flying.” Boyf typed, grinning at the mock offense it drew from him.

“You seem to know a lot about YS.” Started Peacock, also keeping his voice low. “More than the rest of us combined it seems.”

“Known him longest.” Biff shrugged. “Fought him. Didn’t really want to but when some freaky, tall as fuck copy of yourself shows up out of a mirror by smacking you in the face with a microphone, your first thought isn’t going to be ‘maybe this guy just wants to talk’. Glad we did end up talking instead after. I mean… I wasn’t very nice to him at the beginning either. We just get along so well now sometimes I forget I was kinda a dick at the start. Guess we’re all kinda prone to that.”

“Doesn’t look like he gives a shit about that now.” Beef waved a hand between them. “You apparently know him so well to be comfortable risking waking him up while the rest of us are sitting here all awkward and shit.”

“Are you guys afraid of trying to be close, or are you just not sure how to convey that? Or both?” Biff wondered aloud. “Do you think he’d like… reject you trying or something? Guys. YS literally sought you all out. He did. He came to us. Well, originally to me, I’m not entirely sure what made him decide to start reaching out to more but I’m glad he did! I like knowing more mes, it’s fun. But he wouldn’t have reached out if he didn’t want connections. It’s all in the similarities!”

“We haven’t known him as long as you have.” Bee mumbled. “It’s one thing to put up a front and be confident and outgoing when we have to, but vulnerability with someone we’ve more or less just met? I’m not sure we can just skip over to your level when Peacock and I’ve had a week at best, and those three having a few weeks or a month where you’ve had multiple months.”

“You have an advantage man.” Beefer complained, tail swishing back and forth. “It’s weird, meeting him was like having an identity crisis but now that I know he’s not a threat I’m jealous I’m clearly not as close as you.”

Biff frowned, eyes sweeping over the other five. He was right, they really were all kind of awkwardly standing around. He recognized that body language, it was nervous and hesitant like they didn’t deserve to reach out in the way they wanted to. Usually showing up when he personally had a fight with Cherry or Pico. Did they feel guilty? Or just out of place?

“Why don’t we all try something, then?” Biff said instead, deciding a deeper conversation was probably better to have when the subject of it was awake. “He’s asleep. He’s gonna stay asleep, probably for a while. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know he doesn’t sleep a lot so when he does he’s gonna be a while. That, and we’re all heavy sleepers. I think. Similarities thing, it can be wrong but usually we’re all similar. How about you all take turns offering this big ol’ idiot some comfort? Practice affection while he’s not able to tease you for it.”

The group exchanged looks, seemingly only half convinced. Biff rolled his eyes, the stubbornness of five of his selves all at once proving to be a nightmare. How YS put up with all six of them was a miracle. “Guys, come on. He’s not gonna kill you. Fuck it, Beef, come here, you can go first. Just offer him something, doesn’t have to be a big ass grand gesture or something. Think, what would you like the most when you want to be comforted?”

“Me?!” Beef hissed. “Why me first?!”

“Oh my god, fine, someone else then? You’re all overreacting, this is the same guy we are and we’re nothing but sweethearts really.”

“I’ll go first.” Bee volunteered, stepping closer with a tilted head to assess his move. “I can’t lie, I am really curious about him. It’s also kinda really funny to see this tall, lanky motherfucker curl up like a pillbug.” He snorted, reaching his hand out and burying it gently in the sleeping one’s exposed hair.

Somewhere along the line YS’s hat had slid off, falling behind his back. They noticed his phone left abandoned near his pillow, like he’d been doing something and had fallen asleep before putting it away. It was subtle, but his head shifted up slightly, moving to push unconsciously closer to Bee’s hand as he petted through his hair softly.

“Did he just-?” Tone full of disbelief, Bee stared between YS and Biff, who was grinning.

“Told you.”

“What just happened? Did I miss something?” Confused, Peacock crowded a little closer, followed by Beef, and then the rest.

“He moved into my hand. He’s asleep but he can still feel that?”

“Holy shit this is so funny. Everyone’s crowding him like he’s some fuckin’ specimen.” Biff snickered. “Well, I mean, he is. It’s still funny though. See? He likes affection. He’s just emotionally constipated and won’t say that out loud. Remind any of you of someone?”

“Is he just a Pico-fied BF?” Beefer asked. “I mean, I guess there would have to be one in the face of what, infinite universes?”

“Maybe.” Seemed likely to the others.

“Maybe he’s all three. Said himself once, to prove a point.” Biff pointed out. “Though he won’t tell me much of anything about the magic side of him. Aside from having magic like a GF. Maybe that’s why he calls himself ‘Yourself’. Because he’s a pretentious prick.”

“I think I’m getting whiplash from how sweet you talk about him one second and call him swears the next.”

“It’s funny!”

“Can I go next?” Beefer asked. “I don’t really have much to offer but, you know. I just… want to.”

No one made any protest, so the Dinaurian crept ahead. Thinking about what he would want in comfort, he managed to maneuver over Biff and the sleeping YS to get himself in a corner near the both of them.  The way YS’s bed was placed relative to the room was a bit odd, off center but not in a corner, meaning that whichever side he slept on meant his back was turned and exposed somewhere. That’s where Beefer planted himself- Guarding the exposed side. Comfort from protection.

“Don’t know about you guys, but sometimes it makes me uncomfortable when I can’t keep an eye out on every side. There’s no danger here, and it might just be because of my new instincts. But I like the idea of being protective.” Beefer explained quietly.

“Nothing wrong with that. That’s a nice idea.” Bee supplied helpfully.

“Man, I don’t think I can do the thing I want to do.” Peacock grumbled, putting a hand on YS’s shoulder- or where it probably was under the blanket. “You all keep talking about hugs. I like hugs, I’d probably say that would be my first choice. But I can’t hug the big guy like this.”

“Could just be nearby instead. Indignancy pile part two?”

“Yeah, good enough.”

Biff didn’t move from his ‘blanket activities’ while the rest started piling around the bed wherever they could manage. Being nearby, random little bits of contact that they could derive even though there was a thick blanket already covering the guy. And how was he not burning up with heat at this point? Guess he wasn’t joking about liking being warm.

“We should do this more.” Beef said, rubbing comforting patterns against YS’s back. “I mean, maybe not every time he’s sleeping, fuck- I meant like, hang out, I made it weird-” He paused suddenly, and the others just thought it was out of embarrassment.

In reality, the boy was incredibly confused at the weird bumps on YS’s back his hand grazed over.

He didn’t get to linger on that thought though, because the longer that he gave his comfort, the more YS unconsciously shifted. Going to bed alone, only to be given warmth and affection while he slept. No waking inhibitions to keep himself composed, which was probably why his body was moving without his brain to uncurl and straighten out. Back pressing just a little into where Beef was rubbing, head continuing to tilt slightly into Bee’s hand. If there was comfort, he was chasing it.

“He’s gonna kill us when he wakes up isn’t he?” Peacock asked with a snicker, keeping his hand on his shoulder. “The big guy is rather insistent to pretend he’s mysterious and scary and now we’re here seeing him absolutely vulnerable. He’s going to get mad.”

“He can bitch and complain all he wants, not going to fool anyone.” Biff rolled his eyes. “That’s what we all do. We’re softies that don’t want to admit we’re softies. He is so insistent to believe he’s not allowed to be comforted and I don’t know why. But I can tell he’s the only person in this room that believes that.”

They all quieted when YS seemed to stir, stretching considerably for a few moments. Biff bit his lip, not wanting him to wake up yet. “Bee, quick, pet him more.”

Ah yes, because if there was ever going to be a similarity they all shared, it was the placating power of having their hair played with. Bee did as he was told, and YS quickly fell still again. The shift caused his blanket to have moved, no longer completely obscuring the bottom half of his face. The rest were rewarded with the sight of a small smile gracing his lips.

“Aww, look, that’s not a forced smile either.” Boyf typed gleefully, having situated himself between Beef and Beefer, leaning gently against YS’s lower back. “Oh he’s absolutely going to kill us later.”

“Well if he really is so keen to not be cared for then he should consider not being so loveable.” Beefer huffed.

“You know, when I said I wanted you guys to practice self-love this was not exactly what I had in mind.”

Everyone froze when YS’s gruff voice cut into the quiet atmosphere, tone even more raspy with sleep. None of them had noticed that his shadowed eyes were cracked slightly open, sleepy, but also like he’d just caught them all with a collective hand in the cookie jar.

“Told you he was gonna wake up.” Beefer snarked at Biff, who stuck out his tongue in response.

“Party’s over! Everyone scatter!” Peacock joked, not no one really made any attempts to move.

“Not sure when the hell you idiots got here but I’m not really surprised. Though I do have one thing to say. Debating on if I should say it.” YS yawned, a slight frown on his face now.

“Are we in trouble?”

“Nah.” Yourself said, though his eyes trailed over to look at Bee, who’d pulled his hand away out of nervousness. “Just one thing. I didn’t… say to stop.”

[missamyrisa2]

hello miss Amy!! your new profile picture is so nice!! I don’t know quite how to explain but it feels so warm and candid and just so perfectly calmly teasing. maybe I’m just in a sentimental mood but it makes me want to focus lots of very affectionate tickly love on your belly <3 would you perhaps like to walk me through your reactions to it?

maybe youd want to come join me on the couch, get all cozy and snuggled up, and let me lay my arm around you and rest my hands riiight above your hip, so I can lightly play with the edge of your tummy with my fingertips? they’re barely grazing little touches so hopefully that won’t be too distracting. but I might also feel a little emboldened to go for your bellybutton, especially if you end up moving in a way that brings it and my hand closer together. maybe wrap you up in my arms and lay my hand on your pretty belly and let my thumb softly rub back and forth over it? do that for a while and then let my pointer finger do some swirling around the edge before dipping in and feathering my soft soft fingertip around the inside to see where and how the giggles can be activated in your adorable little giggle button? maybe they’re all the way at the back of your bellybutton? might as well wiggle my way on back there and see <3 and of course you’re getting so many sympathetic giggles and kisses across your cheeks and the top of your head from me. much love from your doting bellybutton admirer <3

eeee ~ that's just my style, the gentle casual teaseeee ~ my sweater having a little crop which is fully exposed when I reach up but otherwise just that tinyyy slash of skin, all framed by the cuteness of my outfit above and below. Mmmhh I would be soo blushyyyy squeaky being on the couch next to you as your arm goes around. I meannnhh melting with joy at the attention and affection but mmmhhh my tummy twitching and taut at your hand riiight there. You'd feel every little twitch under your fingers, feel my muscles trying to handle the little panic responses even as I take it because oooh that attention and feeling it riiight on my sparkle zone as the rest of me is so cozily covered ahhh~! My lips will start to quiver and slip the oka yokay okay okay okay okays when you start those thumb rubs~! I can't take thumb rubbies they're so sweet and like blunt and just massagy and it drives me crazyyyyy~! And that's going to set me right up for those index finger touches, the precision teases ghhha ~ I can't help but get gigglewhinyyyy when my navel is being taunted soooo sweetly with the lightest touches reaching the rim and the knot. MMmmhh all the wiggles in your hold, my feet gently kicking and my head shaking hair probably getting to be a mess especially as I try to hide my face in it my screwed up giggly blushy face~! Nnnhhhh you don't even knowwww how much I can't take bellybutton admiration and yetttt wannnttt it sooo badlyyy~<3

[godofdumpsterfalling]

Regularly having both DC and TOA on the dash is a constant struggle of “Who Is This Post About”. (major spoilers for TOA I guess)

I get like halfway through an essay about Jason & parenthood & personhood and then get jumpscared by Bruce Wayne. And suddenly the weird discrepancies in characterization make much more sense 👍 “Jason should kill his dad” okay well while I understand the sentiment I think that’s actually the worst possible route for his character to go down in the main canon and ignores their storied history- oooh you mean Jason Grace. I see. Unfortunately I disagree with that also but like I get it.

I get a constant stream of “Jason’s death was (insert opinion)-“ and I’m never right on which one it is </3

[lottiepumpkinofficial]

day 19

chap’s 4,5,6

hello hello i’m tired today, before you read i wanna quickly warn that i’ll be mentioning diet culture and fatphobia in this post, you’re welcome to skip this post or scroll past that bit (second comment) if you don’t want to read that - the green text is the end of that bit

“her crescent moon tiara reflecting rainbow light across her face.” we’ve established that lottie is the sun and ellie is the moon, im gonna let you all make of that what you will

“her belly and face had got rounder, her hair longer and fluffier.” okay, i don’t think ive ever said this before, but this little sentence means so much to me. tw- diet culture, fatphobia. so if you haven’t figured out yet, i really relate to lottie, and as a person in a bigger body it made me cry reading this for the first time. often all protagonists are assumed to be thin, especially if they’re meant to be beautiful, and any reference to gaining weight is a bad thing- but for lottie it does not make her even slightly less beautiful or kind or brave or unstoppable. in fact it signifies her literal character growth (thanks jamie im always gonna think about you while mentioning it) and how she’s had a fun summer (despite everything) and that she’s beginning to feel happiness again. anyway that’s my little speech over

“glowing green eyes” hint

the self sacrifice jamie is forced into and forced himself into kills me. don’t go there, don’t ever give up your life for someone else

home. what an interesting concept

i remember reading pip for the first time, learning small tidbits about lottie’s family and trying to piece it together. lottie was too. this poor girl has been through so much

henry pitkin 🩷🩷

painting foreshadowing

“her two royal friends” oh connie, you really hid it right under our noses

ollie trying to get jamie to laugh and failing probably makes him so uncomfortable, he’s already literally said humour is his coping mechanism so imagine your best friend comes to see you for the first time in a year after basically ignoring you so you try to crack a joke so the scary serious guy she’s with lightens up, and he just looks at you. tell me you wouldn’t immediately feel like sinking into the ground

ooh big news ooh big hints oooh shits getting really real

okay i’m clearly feeling sentimental today

[l3viat8an]

Can you do one where reader just spoils asmo. Like taking them on dates buying clothes for them. Basically fluff I think it would be really cute if asmo got really sentimental because he's being treated as a person instead of the avatar of lust

Fluff!!! Getting your nails done and some shopping with Asmo!-

Ofc, ofc! There’s more then one way to spoil a demon~! and I’m mixing theses two asks a bit because yea- lots of shopping with Asmo & some teasing! Ignore any typos I’m dyslexic as fuck- sorry

First things, first going to get your nails done at one of Asmo’s favorite little nail salons!

They always treated you and Asmo like royalty (which you basically are in hell lol), getting matching sets of baby pink french tips for Asmo’s birthday!

The demon himself insisted on picking the style and color, something simple and cute!

Laughing and making small talk the whole time with the salon tech as she works and she even joins in on a few of Asmo’s party stories, telling you a few embarrassing tidbits about the demon as he blushes and tries to shush her “Don’t tell MC that!” “But you looked so cute with your head in a punch bowl! You blew up on devilgram if I remember right.” She stops to think for a moment, “Oh! That’s right! Top meme of 1820!! I still see a few of the old ones my nieces and nephews send me.” Asmo groans and would hide his face in his hands if she wasn’t in the middle of painting his nails. You raise one eyebrow and look over at him, “Top meme?” “Don’t!! I’ll show you pictures from that night where I actually look good but forget about that one!” “Alright, alright.” You’ll just have to ask Satan or Mammon about it later-

You and the nail tech giggle at Asmo’s protest and start talking about other stuff, a few of the models currently trending on devilgram, Asmo’s upcoming party and so on. Stuff the demon was more than happy to chat about, mixed with some gossip.

When your nails are done and you move to pay she stops you. “I can’t change you on his birthday. Besides, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him laugh so….” She trails off for a moment looking for the right word “Well, genuinely. You always bring out a special side of Asmodeus. I wish others could see more often.” it’s your turn to protest and you tell her you didn’t do anything special and he’d have a cow if he thought you’d gotten a discount/cheated her out of money and she laughs, “Don’t worry I’ll still give you the recipe. I just won’t take your money.” you try to convince her one more time, but as you start too, you feel arms wrap around your middle and a quick kiss on the cheek “Almost ready sweetie~?” Asmo had caught up and was ready to go-

The tech smiled again, and gave you one last wink. Handing you a fake receipt and telling you to have a good day and continue treating Asmo~!

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Next up taking him clothes shopping! Not that either of you needed new clothes but it’s his birthday and you want to spoil him! “Oh!!” Asmo squealed walking down the racks and racks of clothes and picking out outfit, after outfit. Some for him to try on and some for you~!

After picking out ten or twivlve outfit Asmo dragged you back to the fitting rooms and pushed you into the biggest one, following right behind “Oooh~ cozy.” Asmo giggles turning away and starting to strip and try on his first outfit, “Come on sweetie! No need to be shy it’s just you and me~” he teases seeing you haven’t moved from your corner yet. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about, Asmo.” Your own voice is light and teasing but, he looks at you dead serious for a moment, “I’m not going to try anything. I’m honestly having fun just hanging out with you~” and he turns back to his mirror and start, putting on his first outfit. You just stare at his back for a minute, before shaking your head as if to clear it and starting to try on your own outfit.

You try on all the outfits, a few are only Asmo’s style, sure you look cute but he’s the one who looks gorgeous. and a few are more your style! For every outfit he picked Asmo found a complimentary / matching one for you or him. Snapping a few selfies in the outfits he loved and giving a “Meh” face at the ones he didn’t. It was fun, Asmo had little compliments for all your outfits and everytime you tried to compliment him he’d giggle and give you a little kiss on the kiss or nose. Just small little drops of affection before trying on the next outfit. Eventually you had 3 outfits each and made you way out of the try on room and towards the counter to pay passing several more displays, you stop for a moment and grab two hats. They’re fairly plan looking baseball caps, but both have “Bad bitch” embroidered in pink across the front and the idea of getting Asmo to wear one makes you laugh.

Reaching the checkout counter a few steps behind him, you can’t exactly hide the hats from Asmo, and he raises one eyebrow in question, “Needed a hat?” you shake your head “No, but I wanted something to wear right away and I wanted to match with you.”

Asmo blushes but laughs, asking the cashier to leave the hats out of your bags and even puts yours on for you, then quickly putting on his own. “There! Now everyone will know we match.” and breaking into a fit of giggles.

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After paying for your new outfits and putying on your new hats it’s off to your next stop! But this time Asmo’s leading, half dragging you through the Devildom side streets until you get to some small shop that looks much smaller compared to the others. The little shop sign is crooked and a little faded.

You can’t imagine this being somewhere Asmo would shop. It’s so different then, the big stores like Majolish. “Ahh, Asmo? Is this the right place?” You ask as he reaches for the doorknob “Yes! We’re here just for you~” and he leads you inside.

It’s a quiet little shop with only one salesperson at a little corner absolutely full of cosmetics and empty makeup pallets. “Amaymon! We’re here for MC’s appointment!” Asmo chirps happily, still holding your hand and helping you into a seat at the counter, Amaymon gives you a small smile, looking over your face carefully. Almost as if he’s inspecting you, “Hello, MC. Asmodeus, told me you’ve been interested in makeup.” You nod, it’s true. You had asked Asmo if he could give you some pointers. But you didn’t expect to go to a different demon- “Good. Now don’t worry, I’m not going to give you classes or anything. No, I’ll leave all that to Asmodeus. I’m simply going to match your skin tone and create a makeup pallet with you and a few things Asmodeus told me about you.” “Oh. Is that all?” You ask, still a little confused. but Asmo’s still beaming next to you, so you feel safe. “That is all.” Amaymon says, before going completely quiet.

He grabs a few things here and there moving much faster then, you expected. He grabs small bottles of what look like concealer and foundation, although you don’t ask. Mixing them, occasionally looking over at you before going back to his work.

Asmo watches for awhile before looking around the little shop, he grabs a few new lipsticks off of a different counter and even calls you over to help him pick out some eyeshadow, “We can try all of that’s together when we get home! Now what we really need is a few dark reds or maybe a blueberry-ish shade…” Asmo looks at your face and grabs a few more things, explaining how the colors might look a little bright but he can tone them down or how they’ll bring out your eyes. He just seems so happy, getting to spend time with you and it makes you smile!-

A small cough interrupts your thoughts as, Amaymon has apparently finished. A rather large box is now sitting on the counter with your name written on a little note at the top “Oh, perfect!” Asmo claps his hands and tells Amaymon to add the other stuff you picked out to the total and add it to Asmo’s tap. Amaymon nods as he bags up the other items. “I hope you enjoy your new makeup MC. Don’t let Asmodeus go too overboard on your makeover.” Asmo laughs as he grabs your hand in his and the bags in the other “Amaymon! You know me~ I just can’t help myself.” you laugh and squeeze Asmo’s hand as you both leave the shop and head home.

That night Asmo does your makeup and after much whining and pouting convinces you to do his. It’s not the best, but you’re still learning!! His lipstick is a little smudged and the eyeliner is crooked, but Asmo loves it he takes so many pictures of both you and himself even posting them on devilgram with “Best birthday ever <3” in the caption.

[palfriendpatine66]

oooh abba lyrics? Love that! #47 there was something in the air that night with Obikin 💖

ABBA song lyric prompts

Hello there! Coming at you with a quiet post battle celebration (look at me trying out these snippets in the gffa!) apparently I have no idea how to keep these things short. I hope you enjoy! 💕

The battle had dragged on and on. Grueling days and sleepless nights blended together into an indistinguishable blur of advance-fight-retreat-regroup. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

But then when weariness had taken hold, the exhaustion so deep it was hard to remember feeling any different, to think back to a time that wasn’t filled with the constant chaos and injury and destruction of war, the tide had shifted.

The 212th had broken through the blockade and met up with the 501st and together they were able to accomplish what they hadn’t been able to apart. By the time the sun had set they had driven the Separatist forces away and reclaimed the base.

There was something in the air that night, in the simple celebration that took place under the night sky. The clouds of acrid smoke had cleared and the stars were visible once more. Fires burned late into the night, far past when exhausted men should have been awake. Yet all around figures stayed close, pressed together and voices low, unwilling to part. Not when it had been so uncertain who would be left among the living when daylight broke once more.

The Generals were among those lingering. Kenobi looked as though he hadn’t slept in years and it was a real possibility that the only reason he remained seated in the warm glow of the fire was that he couldn’t find the energy to rise. Skywalker’s shoulder leaned against his side so they were effectively propping each other up; by all rights they should have collapsed long before.

Cody and Rex exchanged a knowing look and subtle nods after they’d fallen silent for an extended period, glazed eyes staring into the flames, their faces as blank as though they were deep in meditation - or else sleeping with their eyes open which, to the commander's knowledge, was a skill neither had yet achieve. Not for lack of trying.

“Generals,” Cody addressed them as he stood, holding his helmet under his arm in the loosest attention he was capable of. “We’re going to check in with the men one last time before we turn in.”

“Yes, of course, Commander.” Obi-Wan began the seemingly monumental process of shifting to rise but was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.

“General Kenobi, sir. If I might be frank,” Cody paused.

“Go on.”

“It’s an honor to serve with you. Not all the troops are so lucky. Not all of the generals are there in the front lines with their men. Not all care whether their men live or die, see them as more than numbers.” Obi-Wan started to respond but his commander uncharacteristically talked over him. “BUT the battle is over now. You two should get some rest.” He nodded to them both before walking away brusquely.

“Neither of you are good to anybody dead,” Rex stated more curtly. “And it’s senseless to survive all of that,” he jerked his chin toward the battlefield, “just to die of exhaustion.”

“Understood, Captain,” Anakin dismissed him with a nod and a crooked smile. “What’s gotten into everybody,” he questioned wryly as the clone saluted and took his leave. “It’s like there was a truth serum in that ale - and it was about as weak as water. Even I’m not feeling anything, but everyone else has been sentimental.

“It’s not anything to do with the liquor, lightweight,” Obi-Wan lightly nudged his elbow into the younger man’s side. “I’m not sure how it looked on your side of things but on ours…it was pretty bleak,” Obi-Wan admitted. “We didn’t expect to break through. Most of the men were prepared that this battle would be their last. Staring down the reality that we might lose was eye opening.” He gave a deep exhale and then cleared his throat before adding on, “or so I would imagine.”

Anakin snorted. “Right.”

“What?”

“Just say it.”

“What? I have no energy left for guessing games.”

“You thought you were going to die,” Anakin’s voice broke at the end. “I did! I’m not ashamed to admit it. Why can’t you acknowledge your feelings, even if you did accept it like the perfect Jedi that you are?”

“Perfect Jedi,” Obi-Wan muttered under his breath. “You can’t be serious.”

The flickering light of the fire threw deep shadows over Anakin’s face, the dark angles rendering it unreadable as he awkwardly turned, still half pressed against the older man’s side, in an effort to look directly into the other’s eyes.

“Yes! Dammit Obi-Wan! I was afraid, alright? I was so afraid. Every hour, every minute, that I couldn’t get to you was an eternity. I knew how bad it was and if I didn’t get there in time you were going to die. I was going to break through and it was going to be too late.”

“Anakin.” The fire reflected in Obi-Wan’s eyes, flames dancing in the shadowy depths of his emotions. “I didn’t accept it.” He turned and they slid together, foreheads touching, looking directly into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t accept that it might be my time. I rejected it with every fiber of my being. I had to make it to you. Anything else was unacceptable.”

Long lashes blinked back at him, plush lips open but silent as the younger man attempted to assimilate the statements into his worldview. They didn’t match the one constant in the universe he could count on: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Besides,” Obi-Wan continued, “I knew it couldn’t be my time. Not yet.”

“Why not?” Anakin asked the easiest question of the many all racing through his mind, despite the protests of his dry throat.

“I’m just certain that when I go, it will be with you by my side.”

Obi-Wan’s lips twisted into a sad smile, and Anakin found he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. He’s never spent so long looking at his master’s lips. Not when they’d passed on patient lessons or the biting words of frustrated rebukes and lectures. Not when they’d planned shared trust and crafted battle plans. Now, chapped and rough and barely visible in the low light of the dying fire, he couldn’t have looked away if he’d tried.

As focused as he was, he didn't miss those lips coming closer to his own — although he couldn’t have said for certain who was responsible for moving them together. All he knew was that when they finally met in a soft kiss he felt a peace unlike anything he had ever known. Obi-Wan drew back and for a long time simply stared into his eyes, searching for answers to the question only he knew the details of. Finally found what he was looking for, bringing their lips together once more and finding they fit together like they were two halves of a whole.

“I’m really, very glad you’re here with me tonight,” Obi-Wan eventually admitted shakily into the breath of space between them.

“Me too.” Anakin closed the space once more, seeking the warmth and reassurance of the other’s presence as the embers died down and darkness grew. The stars were shining above, seemingly only for the two of them to see, and they were both there to see it. Together.

[vulpine-spectacle]

Out of all the characters in EoiB, who are Aurelia and Acacias vibing with most? And vice versa for Feyd and Eurydice with the GotRS characters? E.g. I’m thinking Acacius and Leto get on quite well (bonus considering PP and OI’s IRL friendship).

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Oooh wow, this is such a good question !! Thank you so much, my lovely !!

OKAY !!

ACACIUS / LETO - You are 100% right. Acacius and Leto would absolutely get along the best out of any of the characters. They are both honor bound men who are interested in the betterment of their respective governments and are protective of their families. I think Acacius would petition for Leto to be Emperor of Rome and Leto would want Acacius as a secondary Swordmaster to Duncan Idaho. Could you imagine the therapy group for these two men, burdened with warmongering psychos? ( also definitely a nod to Pedro Pascal and Oscar Isaac being IRL buddies )

FEYD / GETA / CARACALLA - I am afraid that Feyd would probably get along swimmingly with Geta and Caracalla. -_- They are all cooky in their own ways, but they're also all fanatical about violence and often make bad calls in regards to ruling their respective realms. They're all young and oftentimes foolish, with a tendency towards violence. I think Geta and Caracalla would love to watch Feyd in the arena, and Feyd would have the time of his life among gladiators ( provided the fights were rigged ). I do think Feyd would judge them on their makeup, though.

EURYDICE / LUCIUS - this feels pretty self-explanatory. I feel like Lucius and Eurydice would have a good time talking about their respective childhood traumas and their abandonment issues - particularly with their moms being so chill sending them away to "build character" or something. They're also pretty hard set on the idea of revenge. I'd say Eurydice is more loyal to family than Lucius, so they'd probably squabble about that. But they'd definitely exchange ideas on how to get revenge and kill their enemies. Lucius wouldn't be quite as impressed with Eurydice poisoning the Baron or manipulating space with religion, but he would admire her tenacity. And likewise, Eurydice would hardcore judge Lucius for evading his responsibilities. But ultimately their common ground would outweigh the issues.

PAUL / AURELIA - I think these guys would have a lot to talk about. They're both honor bound individuals who are trapped in extremely chaotic family structures. They've seen what revenge and corruption can do to a heart. When it comes to their respective "siblings," Eurydice and Lucius, I think Paul and Aurelia would be able to find common ground with the idea of what keeps us human, and trying to avoid being viewed as a "savior." Aurelia is adored by Rome and people want to use her for it, while Paul is viewed as a messianic figure. I also think they'd both just really enjoy long walks through the hills of Tivoli or Caladan and enjoy talking about simpler things. They'd be chill.

LUCILLA / JESSICA - Lucilla expresses regret for sending her children away and not doing more to protect them, which is a sentiment Jessica shares. I think they'd start a support group, but Lucilla would quickly be intimidated by Jessica's fanaticism and leaning towards survival, like drinking the water of life while pregnant. Lucilla would have hard reservations about that, let's be real.

CASSIUS / DELPHINE - they start a support group for each other. Aurelia and Eurydice stress them the fuck OUT.

[ratsoh-writes]

Oooh. But, what was that sentimentalism? Is this about pity or... the resent... things about human opposition? Or something else?

*She looked at the Clock Temmie again, it has stopped the tick-tack sound.*

Kevin: hmm I’m not sure. I entered to cause some chaos and well, I just kept being paired with nice people. It wasn’t fun, and then I get the human, and I just.. I didn’t want to hurt him

Kevin’s face twists slightly, a mix of annoyance and regret

Kevin: is it demeaning that I went easy on him? I feel as if I did him a disservice

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I’m so interested in your take on but daddy I love him. The song bothers me because it’s clearly about/inspire by the Matty backlash, which was so justified. That man should literally be in prison. But if you can ignore that, and I know that’s a big if but it’s a little easier now that he’s not on the scene. I do like the song and the eras tour performance of it as a sort of slam on church-going do-gooders who don’t accept anything but what they themselves know to be good and pure.

oooh this is interesting cuz I’ve never rlly had the stomach to think abt it outside of the matty context! It’s not that bad of a song at least in the first half, but then it suddenly gets so much more extreme in the second half. Tbh i still dont like it much overall cuz:

I think the song goes off the rails around the ‘judgemental creeps’ line. Like I get a big theme in the song is going against/ignoring what others have to say, so I still get the ‘not wanting to listen to all the bitching and moaning’ line but then the next verse is her doubling down and dragging them (‘vipers in empath’s clothing,’ ‘sanctimonious’ etc) and although it’s just a few lines there’s so much potent vitriol packed in them. I think it’s esp jarring compared to her more subtle expression of the romance (which I’m fine with btw! for me less is more yk). It feels like a bad diss track poorly disguised as a forbidden love song

the tone is veryyy bitter, I’m sorry 😭😭 from the very first verse (“cuz they HATE you”) she fumes about these outsiders in a pretty childish tone too (which I guess fits in the context of a child rebelling against a parent but it’s not like love story which portrays them being kept apart as tragic and hence encourage ppl to root for the speaker - my point being, the childish tone hinders the portrayal of the romantic aspect of the song, so the bitter parts seem more prominent). Around the part i mentioned above ^^ it starts to sound more like a tantrum. The lackluster outro kind of returns the focus back to the relationship but it’s kind of ruined by how she throws in that one last dig (‘wine moms’)

the sentiment feels pretty juvenile. I get feeling irritated by constant scrutiny and unwarranted criticism but it feels very annoying to see the speaker acting like she doesn’t care (soliloquies I’ll never see) when she so clearly does care?? And I don’t mean in real life, i mean the whole verse abt ‘sanctimonious soliloquies’ etc. Like, the vitriol i mentioned earlier plus this being the longest song on the album which is 60% her acting hypocritical in this way. i way way prefer love story because the whole point is abt their love story. I guess the name of this song itself gives it away - it’s more abt her expressing her love for this person to others rather than to the person themselves. On top of that, she acts so petulantly abt what these elders have to say that it just feels exhausting, not compelling

All in all I think it depends what theme/msg you want to get out of the song. Personally for these kinds of songs I prefer the ‘loving against all odds’ msg over the ‘fuck the odds’ msg. Like reputation is one of my fav albums of all time and I think the songs on there do a much better job of expressing this duality (eg ciwyw, don’t blame me, dwoht). It might be because the underlying message of her being in love is more consistent there, which is what I prefer. Music is all subjective anyway but these are my thoughts :)

[umbracirrus]

Oh and also ⭐ for your favourite scene in The Perfect Storm so far >:3c

Oooh, my favourite scene so far... That has to be when Elyse gives Balgruuf her dragonbone axe in chapter 10 of The Perfect Storm!

Balgruuf then watched as she re-opened her eyes and turned to face him, then took a deep breath. “I know that this may sound absolutely silly, but I… I feel the need to thank you for taking me in. I’m aware that you have Proventus ensuring that any letters for me that arrive in Whiterun come through him, and that I get nothing from Ulfric or his people. That you have Irileth checking up on me every so often. Not to mention that I may have overheard a few people talking about the amount of scorn which Ulfric is giving you for shielding me. All of that on top of having me impose upon yours and your family’s personal space, for the foreseeable future…” She let out a tired laugh and shook her head as she did so, before holding it out, as though wanting him to take it. “It’s only a simple axe, nowhere near enough to compensate you for everything, but I want you to have it.” He had to stop himself from telling her that it was nonsense that she felt the need to give him something in thanks, until a single thought ran through his head. This was an axe; intricately designed and hand-crafted by the Dragonborn herself; using the bones of a dragon whose defeat was significant not just to her, but to him, to Whiterun, perhaps also to Skyrim as a whole because it was the first dragon to be defeated by man since the beginning of the new dragon crisis… and she was offering it to him. It also didn’t escape him that she had mentioned in the past that she had Nordic blood in her heritage… Did she know of the implications surrounding the offering of an axe? A time-honoured tradition of forging alliances and enemies, it wasn’t as though he could say no to it now. If she knew of the deeper meaning and he were to reject it, could it push her away? And even if she didn’t know, it would be almost cruel to reject it – it had taken time and thought to decide that she wanted to part with the axe and that he would be worthy of being its wielder in her stead. “Elyse… It would be an honour to accept it.”

I absolutely knew that I needed to write a scene involving Elyse gifting Balgruuf an axe as soon as I wrote this mini essay about the importance of gifting axes in Skyrim and the fact that as Elyse was Thane of Whiterun, Balgruuf had already given her one.

Elyse gets really uncomfortable with her own issues burdening others, but she knew that she needed to let that happen given the circumstances at the time. Growing up she was used to having very few people to lean on for help - it was basically just her and her parents, after all, even after they settled in Chorrol. The fact that Balgruuf had been helping her more or less since she had set foot in Skyrim made her feel that she needed to thank him for everything, but especially for everything that was going on at the time - she may not like her issues on others' shoulders, but she knows that manners are a thing (most of the time!)

And of course, Balgruuf doesn't know that she doesn't know about that tradition in Skyrim, and doesn't want to offend her by saying that she doesn't have to give him an axe, especially not one which was so sentimental! He doesn't want to alienate her and make her feel as though nobody was on her side - he holds her in incredibly high esteem and would never intentionally do anything which could cause turmoil between them. Ever.

Like. There isn't a romantic relation between them at this point - there won't be for a while - but it's one of the little things that are kindling it. A tiny little spark. But they don't know that yet :3

Oh, and I also have to mention the draft title for this chapter.

And yes I have literally set the Skyrim font for headings in my word document.

[galaxycunt]

oooh can i get some "Safe in Your Skin" from the WIP round up please and thank you :)

This one is giving me trouble bc I’m trying to get Astarion right lol

They were a bard in the Gate, not the most eloquent speaker, but their stories always made him stay in the tent longer each time.

”Like, like, you know, we were at the Mermaid, and-“

Anyone else, grating to no end. Heavy lower city accent, hands gesturing wildly even when he was fangs deep in their neck. But it was Ysari. Charming in their ways. Astarion only let himself think of it for a moment, he knew he couldn’t afford sentimentality. He molded himself into someone who Ysari might like, whoever that could be.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

also -> alpha! aegon.

as said, he enjoys marking you:

you have the bite mark and that shit isn't going away anytime soon, also because he's definitely adding more (you have a permanent bite mark on your ass and have to beg aegon not to do it in the summer, because you want to wear a fucking bikini) -> he bites you in the inner thigh and you just give up.

he enjoys the thought of you in his clothes. the smell linger often and it's a further confirmation that you have a need of him and enjoy having him around aside for his body. although I think it goes the opposite way (he does keep all the panties that you left behind for sentimentality's sake even after you are in a relationship -> but he is just a huge pervert).

he definitely stays by your side while you are talking with guys. he doesn't think that you'll cheat but it's just his possessive nature. most of the time people can't tell he is about to rip somebody's throat, as he has this charming smile and is into the conversation, but he is thinking exactly that every time another male touches you.

he has a thing for cum play. whether it's to push it inside of you when he comes inside or... when cums on your stomach/other spots and one time he definitely spelled his name with it on your stomach and he is a little threat that won't stop till you are pregnant with his pup.

bestie bestie please! the night is only just starting for me 🥵🥵🥵🥵

that man could bite me wherever whenever, feminism out the window, I belong to one man and one man only!!!!

okay but Aeg is a perv and doesn’t hide it. he loves keeping your panties all the wet soaking ones from before fucking you senseless, but in return he’ll always gift you with some new lingerie. as for his clothes, definitely loves his scent lingering over you.

oooh boy…. he definitely trusts you he just doesn’t trust other guys. he knows how horny and feral guys can get & he won’t risk it at all. so whenever you’re out in public best believe he’ll be right by your side, always touchy touchy because he just loves the feel of you and also his way of “let it be known we’re together”….

CUM PLAY HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?! new kink unloaded 🤭🤭🤭🤭 loves to cum on your breasts don’t tell me otherwise, if he hasn’t already filled you up and plugged you full.

fml….. he just wants to breed you so bad 🥹

thank you bestie…. now I’m flustered af 🥵

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

11 for if found please burn if you want !!! :)

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Oooh i could go on for ages about all my favorite things about this fic, I’ll share some highlights of what I love about If Found, please burn

First off, Jasya! Jasya is my favorite s14 ship (and one of my favorite dr ships ever) They have a great dynamic as frienemies, but they can also be very soft with each other.

I love a good love letter trope. I don’t see a whole lot of this trope in dr fics (if y’all have any recs, send them to me!) Writing the letters in Jasmine’s POV has been very fun, exploring her feelings for Daya

I like navigating this fic through Daya’s perspective. Her reactions to Jasmine’s letters as they grow closer while time goes on? I love it.

The idea for if found, please burn has been around for so long. I think I started getting ideas for it about a couple months after s14 ended. It’s been developed and planned for so long up until the very end, and I’m really ecstatic that others will get to read it.

Making parallels between this and the Wedding planner au! Like Anetra’s note to Sasha, or Sasha falling for someone that she’s ‘not supposed to’ fall for. I’m so glad that these aus intermingled so well together

I could go on forever gushing, but I’ll stop here on this ask. This fic is very sentimental to me, it’s definitely something I’m glad I’m writing and sharing with others here 💕