#questions I fear we will never get answers to lmfao

[radiaking]

Rip to anyone that got to meet coop pre-war who has to deal with the ghoul at his worst tbh…..

[chunkymamatam]

The Obey Me! stories were very entertaining 😊

If you dont mind sharing more, I would appreciate it ❤️

Of course Of course!

Again this was all really fast pace when it happened so like if it seems like so much happened at once, it did, now imagine how that shit felt when it happened.

We were at when Asmo got all pissy and defensive when him and Satan asked me who I'm making a pact with next. I was joking like "You, Asmo, obviously, cutie."

The way this man was like "Do you think I'm that stupid? None of us are as Stupid as Mammon"

I was obviously like "It was a joke."

All this man had to say was "oh"

BITCH APOLOGIZE CUZ YOU ASKED AND I MADE A JOKE WHY'D YOU ASK HOE??? This all happened before I made a pact with Levi idk if I mentioned that but yeah. Nah cuz imma be honest it scared the piss out of me to see Levi try to pounce on me because I got all the trivia questions from the anime right and he couldn't believe I wasn't cheating. The others were however giving me easy questions but that wasn't on my command lmfao

He was a pouty baby when he admitted defeat in the observatory /aff, but yeah not long after I went up into the attic I was in the kitchen and Mammon force fed me Beel's pudding. Bro tried to turn Beel on me and I literally started crying bro. This man is huge and I already have a fear of men so this was not helping bro. I also know how food aggressive he is so I dead ass thought this was it. He asks me if I ate the pudding and I threw Mammon under the bus and was like

"He forced me to take a bite. I told him to put it back."

I've never seen a man's head turn so fast. Man was gonna murder tf out of him. He threw him through the wall and shit. I had to stay in Beel's room for a while cuz that destroyed my room lmfao and pretty soon after that Luke showed up on the doorstep cuz he had a fight with Simeon probably over his prejudice against the demons but I didn't ask so eh. Me and Beel decide to hide him like a good friend and this mfer goes missing. I get there to the basement fast enough that that he's not gonna rock Luke's shit but like he's still pretty pissed so like the traumatized mediator I am, I walk over and grab the book from him and go.

"Hold on, Luke doesn't even know what this is and what it does. There's no need to be hasty, you're a very reasonable man Lucifer. Here's the grimoire back." and I almost had him calmed down enough to see reason and fucking Luke snatched the book out of my hand, I could've beat his ass myself ngl.

I forget what he said to Lucifer but it pissed him off to the point of wanting to kill him again and he threatened as much so Beel jumps in front of him and is like "No punish me instead because its my fault! I let him stay in my room."

So now Lucifer is trying to kill both of them and I tell him no. This man has the audacity to ask my suicidal ass if I wanted to die. I gave this man a look and he realized who he just asked and was like "Actually don't answer that.. One of them is dying. You're going to choose"

I was like "uhm no one is gonna die." This man starts yelling at me that I'm just a human and all this shit about how weak I am. Well, my stubbornness makes up for my lack of physical strength so fuck you lmfao. Anyway he mauled me and I woke up in Beels bed, he looked so relieved that I woke up poor man. He offered me a pact cuz he felt like he owed me and I didn't want him to feel like he was indebted to me or anything so I said yeah to it.

Then the sleep over happened. Man Asmo was wild because he one got us sucked into a labyrinth by his Ex and also he was literally trying to use his charm on me which like why tf are you looking in my eyes like that??? Its hurting autism. Anyway we almost died cuz of his bullshit. That was just the first day too. The next day this man was fucking up the scavenger hunt for the other groups and it was making me and Simeon uncomfortable and Simeon said something which probably hurt his feelings more because they used to be brothers in heaven. He ran off after bitching Simeon out and then I got sent to try and speak some reason to him.

He didn't like that either cuz he was like "You can't tell me what to do. I'm a demon this is what demons do, they ruin things and by the way I'll never make a pact with you." And while he was talking all this shit he was cornering me between the rail and himself. I was so scared he was gonna throw me over and just say I killed myself. Then he has the audacity to be like "Actually if you can get a picture of Lucifer sleeping I'll do it" And I just nod my head cuz I'm fucking terrified bro. I tell Mammon, Levi and Beel we agree to go on and try to do it cuz money, spite, fuck it? idk. but what's important is we got stuck in the dungeon again with Solomon this time. We almost get eaten but Solomon summoned Asmo and did some magic shit so Asmo could better charm this snake. We ended up getting out again but Asmo was whining about his beauty sleep the whole time /Pf. Not long after that (I think? Its been 2 years almost give me a break please sob) during the dinner ball thing that Diavolo did when Lucifer was making his way over to threaten me, I was so violently trying to avoid him. I ended up getting passed to him anyway. I wanted cry man. This man was pretty much trying to crush me against him while saying shit like "I don't know what you're planning but you need to stop before i make you."

BESTIE I HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING INTENTIONALLY PACT WISE OTHER THAN WHAT I WAS FORCED TO AND WHAT WAS NECCESSARY PACT WISE. Nah cuz I shit you not I literally never asked for a pact with any of them other than Mammon and Levi, They all came out and asked me and for one reason or another I was like "fuck it we ball." Anyway, Funny little side note, instead of packing my actually pretty dresses/outfits that were good enough for this occasion Barbatos ended up packing my sequence dress. I've asked him why he hates me on multiple occasions because of it and its our little joke now. He said "I simply did not see the other options" smh time demon, for shame /j

Solomon saved me from Lucifer and the unlocked my magic power for me to use. Well dumb dumb Mammon (/aff) got us stuck in the labyrinth AGAIN and I summoned Asmo and Asmo was like "OOOO Power GIVE. we can make a pact teehee" I'm gonna be honest I agreed to the pact because genuinely that man kinda scared me. We obviously end up getting out and that night Asmo was all up in my bed just looking me over and pointing out all of my details. He was fr even trying to look in my mouth bro ┗( T﹏T )┛

Mammon's jealous ass came in after Asmo basically illuded to trying to fuck. Then one thing lead to another and all of the brothers and Solomon ended up in the room. Someone threw the first pillow and suddenly it was an all out warzone until Lucifer and Diavolo walk in to see what the commotion was. Lucifer wanted to yell at us but Diavolo stopped him and wanted to join. It was no longer a war and just a straight up massacre after that bro.

Lucifer said "hit me if you dare" and obviously I didn't value my life because as him and Diavolo are killing everyone with their deadly ass heat targeting pillows I sneak up behind this man and smack him in the back of the head with a pillow. I shit you not the room froze and he started slow turning I SWEAR HIS EYES WERE GLOWING

I started praying and begging Simeon to help me lmfao I have never run so fast in my life. I managed to hide with Simeon under the covers. I was terrified in the best way lmfao

Okay that's all the mental energy I have for this one. Feel free to ask for more if you want lol

[koishua]

queen of tears spoilers!!

identity is above all else, it seems like. ep 14 of queen of tears ruined me in all the good ways. when the question is "do you want to die as yourself?" vs "are you willing to live at the cost of who you are as a person?", the ultimate answer hae-in gives is no. she'd rather come to peace with the prospect of death with all of her memories of loving and, in turn, being loved coming with her. the death of memories is more painful than the death of her life itself. hyunwoo begging and sobbing in her arms does not deter her, however much she wants to keep on living. as herself. keep on living as the hong hae-in who loved dearly and who was loved, desperately so.

a loss of identity is death to everything that ever had a hand in helping her become who she is now. this brings me to the phrase "death is for the living". the dead do not mourn or face the aftermath of their last breath in the world of the living. the living, those who are left behind, are the ones who truly know what death is. so it is painful when hyunwoo, the man who isn't struck with the terminal illness bound to take her life any time soon, begs almost on his knees for hae-in, the woman who's counting the seconds left she has to live, to give up her sense of self. it's understandable how both of them stand strong in their desires. one fears becoming a stranger to all that she loves and one fears becoming familiar to life without the one he cannot live without. so he does everything in his power to have her take the surgery (all effort is in vain, she will not give up her identity).

i love this episode so much. im still only halfway through it but i had to give my two cents. such a beautifully tragic dilemma of two people who love. one loves by wanting to remember, one loves by giving everything to make her live. have a taste of love again for the first time. he says that he'll be the first person she'll meet and get to know again after the surgery. that he will still be there for her when she wakes up a completely different, empty, and lost person. he wants her to live, does not care if she'll ever even be able to reconnect with him ever again. he believes that she deserves to wake up another day and smile. to still be able to make new memories.

in the end they're both very selfish people who love selflessly.

edit: help me my stomach hurts from laughing so hard oml not him using his face and body card to annoy her into living. using jealousy as a mean to motivate her to take the freaking surgery and live ugh im in tears ahhahahah i love how if she doesn't become convinced the first few times when he's nice, he just intentionally pisses her off or annoys her into doing things to help herself 😭😭 thr only way to get hae-in motivated to live: make her mad at himself and have her do beneficial things out of sheer SPITE

edit 2: NO WHAT THE FOUK JUST HAPPENED POOR HYUNWOO OH MY GOD the way he lost all strength in his knees my god he crumbled in front of her feet he got a taste of what losing her felt like with that massive crash im still in shock i can't imagine having to witness that and trying to get through the car window to help save her and then not find her there?? and then she appears unscathed thankfully and he feels like a bucket of ice cold water drops over his head??? man they have to be so much more careful from now on bc the amount of yandereism the other guy is exhibiting ugh and the evil mother saying she'll help him out with "i can't stop till the moment i die" wtf??? OMG SHE'S GETTING THE SURGERY WHAT WHAT WHAT "i promised i would never make you cry after we get married" WOMAN HE'S BEEN SOBBING HIS SOUL OUT EVERY EPISODE SINCE!!!! 😭😭 ALSO NOOOOO NOT MY BOY SOOCHEOL GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN I CANT TAKE IT PLS MAKE HIM HAPPY WITH HIS LITTLE FAMILY I WILL CRYYYYYYYY he's gonna have MAJOR trust issues lmfao

[superfallingstars]

Superfallingstars, will you be mad if I interrupt Snapetober with more Marauders questions? These are halloween themed. If yes, give me some time and I’ll come back to you with Snape and Lily questions. But for now, I’ll stick to what I know!

- Which marauder would be the best at telling ghost stories? And who’s the most scared of them?

- Which marauder is most likely to enjoy horror movies? (Context of your choice - AU or if they ever came across muggle cinema. Horror was popping in the 70s and personally, if someone has never came across movies before, I think they’d be blown away by the magic of editing, music, and lighting!)

- Slasher horror! How would each of them die?

- Halloween party in the Gryffindor room! What are they dressing up as?

- Costumes trick the spirits into thinking you’re something you’re not. Who’s the best at impersonations?

- Who borrows their friend’s clothes the most?

- Who lets their friend borrow their stuff the most?

- We know Remus’s boggart. How does fear materialises itself for James, Peter, and Sirius?

- Which marauder was the most likely to befriend the Moaning Myrtle?

- Who had the most symbiotic relationship with Peeves?

Spooky stuff. Love to hear what you think!

Hiii I’m happy to answer Marauders questions and I would love Snape and Lily questions! This gives me a great excuse to keep procrastinating on Snapetober (not that I want to but omg I'm burnt out... I keep drawing things that I just fucking hate lol). October has been a ridiculously busy month in my personal/work life and it is totally cramping my style. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, where is my daily 12 hours of thinking about Snape time? Ugh. Anyways I’ll stop yapping now and get to the asks (where I will do more yapping but this time it’ll be relevant)

Which marauder would be the best at telling ghost stories? And who’s the most scared of them?

I love the idea of Sirius telling ghost stories to an absolutely terrified Peter. Sirius certainly has a bit of a mean streak, and I think he would derive great joy from making Peter quake in his boots. And this gives James the perfect opportunity to quietly slip away from the group so he can sneak behind Peter and make him scream lmfao. Also I think Remus would be the least frightened because he basically lives the plot of a horror movie every month. Speaking of...

Which marauder is most likely to enjoy horror movies? (Context of your choice - AU or if they ever came across muggle cinema. Horror was popping in the 70s and personally, if someone has never came across movies before, I think they’d be blown away by the magic of editing, music, and lighting!)

My only reference point for horror movies are shitty monster B-movies from the 50s and earlier so I feel rather unprepared for this question lol. Though I think maybe the answer is just Remus because again, he feels seen and affirmed by them. I could totally see Remus and Peter wanting to go to the movies and talking it up, fully invested in the magic of cinema, meanwhile Sirius and James are like wow people are actually scared of this shit? But at least they would all enjoy the popcorn (and probably figure out a way to steal some to take for later)

Slasher horror! How would each of them die?

Well James has to die first of course. He’s the one who checks out the mysterious noise in the closet at the end of the dark hallway and gets got. Or maybe James and Peter are cornered by the killer and Peter has the chance to save him and instead he pushes him into the arms of the killer and runs away crying lmao. Also Peter needs to lose a finger in the skirmish. Remus either dies a pretty nondescript death or there's a grand twist where it is revealed that he was actually the killer the whole time and didn't know it (how brutal). But if Remus dies then Sirius gets to be the final girl, laughing maniacally as he tries to cope with all of the horrors he just witnessed <3

Halloween party in the Gryffindor room! What are they dressing up as?

Ohhhh good question… I would love James to dress up as someone culturally relevant (like, some hot famous person) but I don’t know enough about the wizarding world in the 70s to pick someone. I think Sirius would either dress up the same as James, or do a couples costume with James, or he wouldn’t dress up at all (he's too good for that)… but he could be convinced to smear some fake blood on his face at the last minute. Or wait maybe he does something really insensitive and dresses up as a werewolf djfhksjdkhfdhk. I mean, it would be cute for them to dress up like their animagi, though I doubt Remus would want to participate… but I’m extremely enjoying the idea of James dressed up as a cute little deer. Also one year they should be the Beatles (Peter is Ringo, Remus is George, but I’m torn between who should be Paul and John… James is a loverboy like Paul but he kinda dies like John lmfao so idk. But Sirius and James are sooo Paul and John coded, I'll stand by that hfsjhfjks).

Costumes trick the spirits into thinking you’re something you’re not. Who’s the best at impersonations?

I think it would be fun to give this trait to James. I’ll admit I’m only choosing him because I don’t think the rest of them would be very good at this, but I think it would fit his mischievous yet charming vibe.

 Who borrows their friend’s clothes the most?

Sirius/James for sure. Meaning Sirius borrows James’s clothes (he never asks permission but he knows it's fine) and James borrows Sirius’s leather jacket when he knows he’s going to see Lily that day.

Who lets their friend borrow their stuff the most?

Naturally James… I actually quite like the idea of James being very selfless and giving towards his friends, but it’s totally a trait born of blind privilege. Like yeah sure you can have whatever, I’ll just ask my parents for another one LOL

We know Remus’s boggart. How does fear materialises itself for James, Peter, and Sirius?

Ooooooh, this is difficult... I'm really unsure of what their actual boggarts would be (as in, the physical object that symbolizes their greatest fears), but I can at least discuss what I think they're afraid of... I think for James his biggest fear might be exactly how he died lol (aka his friends turning on him). I think of James as someone who is extremely insecure and is always compensating for that trait through big flashy displays of friendship (or hatred, if Snape is around). But overall I think he’s quite desperate to be liked, at least in his teenage years. For Peter, idk probably just death or something... being completely defenseless, with no one to turn to for protection? And Sirius… man idk. I said in the last batch of asks that Sirius is the character I struggle the most with and yeah that’s really showing itself now. The thing is, Sirius basically lives through his greatest fears! What could be worse than going to Azkaban after being convicted for the murder of your BEST FRIEND and then having to essentially be imprisoned (AGAIN) in your childhood home that you hated? Like, James dying probably was his worst fear, and lo and behold…!

Which marauder was the most likely to befriend the Moaning Myrtle?

Gotta go with Remus if only because he canonically 1. befriends underdogs and 2. is a pushover. Also shoutout to this fic that changed my life which has a really great Remus/Myrtle friendship arc

Who had the most symbiotic relationship with Peeves?

Ooooh this is tough. I would say James, but I also think James would get jealous of Peeves trying to be the center of attention…

Wow these were surprisingly challenging, but they were fun! I appreciate the commitment to the holiday theme. Thanks for the ask!

[tetzoro]

qimir lore. NOW. 🤲

what is star wars!aims like.... how do you meet....what is the tension like....how does it culminate....what's the ship name.... all questions that must be answered, stat !!! (pretty please <3 luv u and hope u have been well ! tehe)

ADA MY BELOVED !!! oh im so happy you asked :’) ! i’ve been thinking about this so much and im afraid the answer is long so . apologies hehe. as for the ship name, im still workshopping it i fear !!

okay a little bit about me first. in a sense, i’m a grey jedi but uhh . idk if that’ll last with him around tbh lmfao. i’m proficient in my force abilities and im still narrowing down which specialties i want. my lightsaber is purple ofc bc the users that wield it tend to balance good & evil which fits the vibe here. and yeah !! let’s get into it. i’m putting the rest of the stuff below bc it’s long and well, a little spoilers about his backstory. so BEWARE !

i end up as a youngling in coruscant hehe. i grow up with qimir, we train together to become jedi’s and we both struggle with it immensely as we get a little older. he struggles with his own personal convictions about the jedi order and i struggle to let go of my emotions — mostly circulating around him. the pull i’ve felt towards him ever since we met was strong and as a jedi, you have to cut all your attachments down. i’m not sure how much he outwardly returned my affection, but he definitely felt something. this will be important later hehe

he eventually leaves (abandoning me bye) and well, this is where i struggle even more on my path to the light side. because now im angry, devastated, and i can’t let go no matter how much meditation and training the jedi put me under.

i haven’t decided 100% what i do yet. part of me wants to defect and look for him but the other part wants to stay with the jedi because if he’s alive, they’ll be the most resourceful in finding him. i dont have time to make a decision though because i go on a mission with my master and we run into him. i dont know its him at first though because he wears a mask and i cant see into his head.

he’s incredibly powerful. we all get into it and start fighting. he’s able to hold his own against both of us. i’m able to get his mask off and when we lock eyes i completely falter, as does my master because he also knew him from before. he takes the opportunity to strike the guy down (rip) so now its the both of us.

i’m angry. after all this time he’s finally standing before me. i see how far he’s gone and i can’t help but want to chase after him, but i try to keep myself on the light side. ofc he senses my inner turmoil and tries to feed into it. it makes me snap and i attack him. but the whole time im also yelling about how i felt and yada yada. he’s just deflecting my attacks bc they’re uncoordinated since im so lost in emotion and i end up just stopping LOL. he doesn’t actively attack me the whole time, mayhaps bc… he never wanted to hurt me … mhm mhm

i tell him i would’ve gone with him when he left. (which catches him off guard) so he asks me now and im like … kay (down bad). but tbh i already had mixed feelings about the jedi order and i knew after this little event, they wouldn’t take me back.

SO THATS THE ORIGIN BYE THIS IS SO LONG. i’m not sure where i will take it from here. it’s canon divergent sooo it kinda depends on where the show goes if they keep making more. if not then… we just live happily ever after ig & become evil <3

[shummthechumm]

was kind of hoping g5 would explain where tf the rest of the pony population is, honestly. its hard to believe that every unicorn/pegasi/earth pony was compressed down into their respective towns/cities.

mym had a rough time juggling it's story so im not surprised this was never fleshed out more but--if they had the chance in a future series--i would love to see that. getting more into it below the cut (loosing it i fear):

back when we only had the movie i had a theory that there had been a major conflict that ultimately ended in the pony populations plummeting; and that ultimately fueling twilights decision to seal away their magic in the crystals--which would lead to the races separating after the fact. eventually, by some form or fashion, the crystals were separated (maybe stolen....?) between bridlewood, maretime bay, and zephyr heights.

however opaline being introduced in mym tripped up this theory to the point where it's pretty obvious that's not what happened--or at least not exactly. discord alludes to something too terrible to describe in the comics so there's that? (also "mane-ificent 7"??? lmfao)

not even mentioning how this page utterly destroys the "magic removal resulting in pony exodus" theory; because it seems unified-equestria was able to exist for a while longer after the crystals were created:

perhaps opaline instigated more conflict in the following years (after the mane 6 have died off...?) which ultimately resulted in magic failing the ponies. if not her, then im sure the hard work the of our g4 girlies slowly faded because the equestria became too comfortable, and perhaps stopped fighting for unity. (another point i remember appreciating when we only had the movie to go off of:)

if so, that then brings up the question of HOW DID THE CRYSTAL GET SPLIT BETWEEN THE RACES BEFORE THE MOVIE???

did argyle find the earth pony piece during a history excursion or was it passed down to him??? how did alphabittle get the respective unicorn piece??? the pegasus crystal was literally a part of queen haven's crown--was there a point where all pony types swiped the crystals following the failing of unity to PREVENT the other races from using it against them???

but then???? we had the whole thing with elder flower and her fuckass story about a bat and web and whatever tf that implies that the time passed between g4 and g5 is way shorter than i anticipated??? also "opaline was here the whole time guys we swear. dont you remember our good friend opaline??? the opaline who was CHILDHOOD FRIENDS with LUNA and CELESTIA in SKYROS???"

so maybe the equestria we've seen so far (as of chapter 6) is just a pocket of the current pony population, but if so, does that also imply that the other settlements are ALSO hostile towards other pony types? because wouldn't the unity crystals have been unrestricting magic to some extent (depending on how many ponies/creatures were collectively getting along)? the simplest answer is that the writers failed to think ahead but i wanna give them the chance to reveal a little more because there are still MAJOR things we dont understand.

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Jakob! (hopefully that's the correct spelling hdjdhdh)

Ok so did this and a bunch of others literally years ago, but for each one I had a question I'd stall on so then I just. Never actually posted. Any of these.

So I'm fixing that now! Context is this was a character ask prompt - might be the template was thanks to @iolitewyvern ? If so lmk so I can link it properly I lost the original post lmao

As for spelling, it can be! Jake's name spelling denotes if he's in the fantasy au setting or not. Jakob is fantasy, Jacob is not. So I answered these based on fantasy Jake!

(Best image I have, but it's normal Jake and also humanized lmfao. He's like. Sonic furry wolf so ykno. Picrew source)

Who are they?

Full name?  Jakob Alhers

Nicknames? Jake

Gender/pronouns? Male, he/him

Orientation? Demiromantic/arospec, gay

Age/Birthday? About 16, birthday is on a separate calendar than ours but is most likely in the local winter months of his home country.

Fun fact! Zodiac? ^^^^ (would most likely be Capricorn)

What’s their personality?

Major good traits? Cares deeply about others around him, dry sense of humor

Major flaws? Very prideful while also having zero value of self

Goals?  Living up to what is expected of him, as royalty and a deity

Fears? Hurting another with his own actions, losing someone important to him

Optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimistic

Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? Introvert all the way

Empathetic or un-empathetic? Hmm... he can empathize if he's aware, but he struggles to pick up cues... so maybe that's more sympathetic?

Do they wait and plan or dive right in? Bit of both, he tries to plan but if he's panicked or upset enough he'll lose his cool and charge in

Do they go with the flow or forge their own path? He will not go with the flow. Out of spite even.

Relations to the world?

Who’s their family? His mother Allison, and his father Alher

Where are they from? (Gestures vaguely at northern fantasyland)

Where do they live now? (Gestures to same vague region)

Do they have a job? If so, what is it? Crown prince of his country

How are they with technology? He's in your very basic very generic fantasy au so uh. Not great if he ever saw any lmao

Connections to religion or spirituality? Well his dad is a literal god, does that count?

Powers or magic? He has strong ice magic that grows stronger with age.

Fun fact! Connections to the lore? He is in fact a demigod, son of Winter itself

Favorites?

Favorite season/weather? Summer, hot and sunny days

Favorite place? He hides in his room a lot, so it's hard to say.... Maybe his room lmao

Favorite food? Probably some sort of steak dish? Idk, something I'm not familiar with lol

Favorite clothes/accessories? He's limited for various reasons, but highly values sentimental accessories, such as his family crest brooch or jewelry made for him by Pandora

Favorite animal? He's a furry so this is a loaded question to answer lmao. Might not even be an animal as we know it.

Favorite/most frequently used mode of transportation? I think he prefers to walk places himself...? He doesn't usually travel lol

Favorite holiday? Doubt it'd be one we know of, although he doesn't strike me as big on social events like most holidays are

Hobbies? Sculpting, practicing swordfighting

Favorite thing about themself? He takes a lot of pride in his swordfighting skills, at least for a prince ;)

Relationships?

Best friends? Nerezza

Closest family member? He's close with both parents, but spends more bonding time with his mom overall

Partner/s? Pandora DeSales

Enemies? He considers the murderous Crow an enemy for constantly attacking his loved ones

What organizations/clubs/etc are they in? N/A

Fun fact! What are they like with their best friend or partner? With his partner Pandora, Jakob drops a lot of his composed and distant persona, he can be a bit childish but is also a lot more casual and easy to make laugh. He's also not afraid to play the sly prank or do other shit he knows he can get away with just to mess with him.

With Nerezza he isn't quite as open in the same way, but the two of them bond over being snarky royal spawn with little affinity for their title or the expectations that come with it. The sarcasm in the room tends to increase tenfold if you put these two together.

[3rddimension]

I'm the anon who wrote the body language thing, back two seconds later to respond to the person talking about the fear of being delusional.

Anon, we're in this together. 100% I get that. I got a spike of it when the "Somebody needs to wife Shayne up fr" confession came up on the stream tonight before Courtney immediately gave up the game with her reaction of pure confusion to it. With how she was so supportive of him dating during their "We're Bad At Dating" show a while back, you'd think if they weren't together she'd immediately be all over a confession of that nature.

Thing is, we obviously never know for sure until they confirm it(which is hopefully soon for my sanity's sake) but you gotta just keep in mind that good evidence is good evidence. Family photos are pretty damn bulletproof, even discounting all the other stuff.

I think all of us see Shourtney on screen and immediately jump to overanalyzing for clues, and when we seeing anything that slightly contradicts our pre-conceived notion of what happens off-screen, we lose our minds our a little bit.

It's important to remember that people had theories that Courtney and Shayne were secretly together back in like 2016 when they were both dating other people anyways, and those theories were cooked up off of the same evidence people are using to theorize about Courtney and SPENCER now. My point is that evidence against Shourtney is often unreliable, things like body language or that confession. Thing is, it's a lot easier to write excuses as to how that confession about Shayne ended up in there and a lot harder to excuse why Courtney was wearing Shayne's ASU sweatshirt or has a Broncos magnet on her fridge.

Hell, I can write excuses for that confession right now:

Somebody just wrote it as a confession of a crush to Shayne, regardless of whether they knew him and Courtney were together or not.

Somebody wrote it as an appreciation post for Shayne.

Somebody wrote it to jokingly fuck with Courtney, whether to just make her protective of her man or to try and pressure her towards engagement.4.

Somebody intentionally wrote it to throw off shippers.

A man wrote it, possibly for any combination of excuses 2, 3, or 4.

Again, my main point is, don't let it get to you. Keep a level head and be rational. Also, if you're ever really unsure, come here and I'm sure this community will already have a million excuses floating around for anything suggesting against Shourtney.

(Since this post wasn't spicy enough on it's own I also wanted to pose the question to the community of who y'all thought wrote the confession, just for fun. I think I would bet real-life money on it being Heidi.)

I think the number 2 is what's happening tbh. For the spicy answer I think it would be all the gen-z crew and Erin or Heidi is a good pick imo. lmfao

[dgaftilwedie]

:3

strange peculiar weird looking fucking thing

i wish i was less annoying 💀💀💀 i feel like all i do is bother people and no one actually really likes hanging out with me because im fucking obnoxious!!!! i wish i didn't think that way but i don't know how NOT to

i do NOT wanna dwell on that rn!!!!!!!

family guy.......... breaking bad............ god i need to rewatch that show i fucking love breaking bad

i don't really have any???

i wanna go back to new york city so bad 😭😭

no one's gonna look out for you so you have to look out for yourself. your friends aren't your friends until they're your friends, yknow??

my hot bio teacher /hj

summer because it doesn't make me suicidal LMFAO

the inside cover of ur favorite cd

im not even gonna lie there's ten songs and half of them are by BTS

coolest guy i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. he's so fun to be around and i'd probably kill somebody for him. he smells like weed and warmth and the 2000s. 10/10 human being i fuckin love that guy

i was in a dodgeball competition with some people at my school that i didn't like but instead of using dodgeballs, we were using tiny water-filled popping bobas. i became a dodgeball god.

pumpkin spice latte 🤤🤤

SWAN SONGS BY HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD. it was the first album i ever got attached to and i've been criminally obsessed with hollywood undead since i was fucking 2!!!!!!! their dove n grenade logo is gonna be my first tattoo :33

idk, getting punched in the face??

i don't really have a favorite painting

uhmmmm scene kid meets teenage boy from 2013 meets white trailer trash chick

what does this question mean

this is lowkey embarrassing but jimmy urine 💀💀 YES I KMOW HE'S A BAD PERSON OK I WAS A LITTLE KID

i've been on tumblr for about 4 years and i don't think the way i've used it had changed very much

it was a piece of shit android but it did what i needed it to do (except for run roblox)

mmmmmm strawberry :3

my uncle dave LMAO i would ask him literally every question under the sun i haven't seen him since i was 6

sandwich.......... but hear me out. you can literally turn ANYTHING into a sandwich. salad sandwich......... pizza sandwich.......... burrito sandwich.......... sushi sandwich......... anythig constitutes as a sandwich

?????? what kind of whavk ass question

POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL EEEEEEEEEEEE

shark :33 i love shark :33

stank ass pits

i just think dragons are really fucking cool :33

that scene is turning red where the main character's mom brings her fanart to show the fuckinnnnnnn convenience store worker that she has a crush on the fanart she drew of him 💀💀💀 literally had to pause the movie for 20 minutes to think about if it was really worth watching

uhmmm probably my ancient brokencyde cds

i've chipped one of my front teeth so many times that half the time it doesn't even look like it's there 💀💀 i am the one toothed wonder

never been to one

not in the mood to dwell rn :3

YOLOOOOOOO

all of my habits are strange i do everything in patterns (i am 99% sure i have ocd)

poofesure gameplays 💕💕

uhmmmmmm idkkkkkkkkkk :PPPPPPP

jerk off

making my own original music

idk but i bought this dope ass sonic hat earlier today it's fucking awesome

stupid poopy loser

prettyyyyyyy good B)) i think my relationship with my dad is a little better than my relationship with my mom

the bass

ramona flowers........ not in a manic pixie dream girl all the incels want me way, but in the we're both people who've made mistakes, tried to run from them, and are now trying to face them head on and be better people way

most country just does not float my boat like specifically MODERN country............ the older shit is super mega nostalgic for me cuz i grew up in the country

i would be too excited to experience fear like "OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT FUCKING CREATURE!!!!!" but the answer is probably ants because i am scared of ants :D

i think most people are overrated

silly blog :3 tell people my thoughts :3 hello world!!!!!!!!!! \(^_^)/

50 Q’s

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? 2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? 3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? 4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? 5.) share a secret about yourself? 6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? 7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? 8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? 9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? 10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? 11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? 12.) describe your best friend? 13.) what was the premise of your last dream? 14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? 15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? 16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? 17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? 18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? 20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? 21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? 22.) what was your first cell phone? 23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? 24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? 25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? 26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? 27.) your latest obsession? and why? 28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? 29.) what’s your least favorite smell? 30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? 31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? 32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? 33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? 34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? 35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? 36.) your favorite mantra to live by? 37.) do you have any strange habits? 38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? 39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? 40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? 41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? 42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? 43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? 44.) how is your relationship with your parents? 45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? 46.) relate yourself to one movie character? 47.) least favorite music genre? why? 48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? 49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? 50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #244

Who was the last person who unexpectedly texted you? My sister Ashley sent me a picture that Aubree drew recently, I'm sure because it had spooky factors (it resembled Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas) so she thought I'd like it, which I certainly did. My sisters don't really text me, so I was very appreciative to see it.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? *shrug*

Has anyone smoked in your car? I don't have a car, and the car Mom uses is borrowed, too. She doesn't allow smoking in her cars.

Do you think if you want a guy’s attention engaging him then ignoring him works? Oh grow the fuck up.

How long has it been since you’ve ridden a school bus? I haven't been in a school bus since I used to ride home with Jason in high school.

What was the filling in the last doughnut you ate? I hate donuts with filling.

Do you have a large dog? If not, are you afraid of them? No, we literally have a chihuahua lol. I'm not afraid of large dogs.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you didn’t say it back? Yes, and this is when I knew I really messed up.

Who is your favorite photographer? Anastasiya Dobrovolskaya.

Were you shy in high school? Not really but slightly, I became shy mostly as an adult.

Do you like your girlfriend’s/boyfriend’s parents? I love his mom, never met his dad because he's dead.

Who was the last family member of yours that died? My grandma, I think.

Do you have any gay family members? A distant cousin on Mom's side, that I know of.

What is your favorite jungle animal? Species of tarantulas or snakes.

Are you part Native American? Not to my knowledge.

What are your pets’ names? Roman and Venus are mine. My mom has a dog named Cookie though, whose name we didn't pick.

Have you ever worked two jobs? I honestly think I'd rather die.

Who have you most feared in your life? My dad.

What is your strongest reason for your opinion on abortion? "I value bodily autonomy above many things and I also think children should primarily be had by people who want them and can provide for them. They should not be brought into existence by coercion or force." <<<< This is a great answer. It is literally NONE of my business what others do with their own fuckin' body.

What one natural thing would you most like to see? Aurora borealis. I know we're getting those pretty regularly lately with the sun being at solar maximum or something, but tragically, I sleep at night lmfao. I need to stay up one night when we're meant to get it...

Do you like the game Tetris? No.

Who was your first online friend? I'm pretty sure it was actually a girl named Kat.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No, I wouldn't tolerate this for five minutes.

Which one of your parents do you think is smarter? My mom is far smarter than my dad.

Do you have a virus scanner installed on your computer? Yes.

Do you think a pretty person with ugly teeth can ruin their appearance? What a shallow question.

Do you like the taste of white chocolate or does it taste kind of fake? I don't like white chocolate.

How would you react if you just found out your mom had an abortion before? I'd be stunned, honestly. My mom actually wanted more kids, she adores children.

Are your pets spayed/neutered? Yes.

Who all have you fallen in love with completely? Jason, Girt.

What’s something you used to believe in that you don’t anymore? It's humiliating that I was once upon a time largely right-wing.

What’s your favorite dinosaur? Spinosaurus! Always has been.

Do you believe in reincarnation? If so, what would you like to be reincarnated as? I don't.

Where would you relocate if you were forced to leave your place of residence? I have NO idea. My mom doesn't have the money for moving. We barely survive in our own house.

Has anyone ever given you a gag gift? I don't think so.

Do you find smoking unattractive? Okay, so my opinion here is weird. In rare instances, I've been attracted to a smoking man, but I'm actually very unattracted to smoking in general. Idk how this works.

Do you think flirting is cheating? Sure do.

Have you ever liked someone who had a girl/boyfriend? Yes.

Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? Big fat nope.

What color is your iPod? Hot pink.

What’s a quality that your sister has that you absolutely can’t stand? My older sister is terribly submissive to men she's dated, and now in her marriage too. She lives by the will of her partner. I just feel bad for her, she has such a bad history with relationships.

Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? Yes, actually. For less than a day, but. I would very much prefer to not date a smoker.

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes.

Name one of your psycho exes? I was the psycho ex.

Have you ever been drunk at work? No.

Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not one you buy for yourself, but I know I've had one before surgery just because it's mandatory.

Do you have a protective father? No, not really.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yes.

What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? I love scary video games, but Outlast really played on my fear. There are a lot of chase sequences, and I DO NOT like people being behind me even in real life, it's childhood issues with how two boys used to chase me at school to hug and kiss me. I just freak out when people are behind me, even in games.

If you had the chance to slip through a portal, despite being unaware of any of the effects and/or consequences, would you do it? No.

When someone copies you, are you more flattered or annoyed? It greatly depends on the context.

Which is worse: Stale chips or flat soda? Stale chips. While it's not preferable, I can handle flat soda.

What health problems do you have? I'm just putting my mental health issues all together, then I have hypothyroidism, hyperhidrosis, tremors, I'm obese, I've been having back and hip issues I'm getting checked out... but realistically it's probably because of my obesity. I'm not unaware.

Have you ever had an anaphylactic reaction to anything? No.

Do you have sensitive skin? I do.

Do people's rude comments bother you for a long time? If they hold onto any of my real insecurities, then odds are very high that they will. Sometimes though, especially if I know their comments are total bullshit, then they won't.

Name three things you find boring. Economics, tech talk, and television.

What excites you? Seeing wild animals, pretty sunsets, seeing Girt.

Would you send your kids to Sunday school? If I had kids, you'd literally have to kill me to get them in Sunday school. Deadass. You would have to kill me.

What is the most interesting biography you have read? I've only read Ozzy's, which I enjoyed.

Do you think your life story would make a good book someday? Absolutely not, too uneventful.

Would you ever decorate a room with a travel theme? No.

What insects do you think are pretty? A whole lot! Butterflies, moths, mantises, ladybugs, many beetles, among others. I like insects.

Do you love God? I don't believe in any gods.

Is there an ice cream flavor that you strongly dislike? Which one? Strawberry. Most flavors I honestly haven't tried.

Do you own any books with an image of a cat on the front cover? Well yes, because I read the Warriors series.

Would you rather visit The Eiffel Tower or the Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids.

Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? She doesn't have my number.

Do you need to lose or gain weight? I want to lose a lot of weight, but I've struggled greatly with that.

Do you think you have a disorder but haven’t been properly diagnosed yet? I could bet my entire life on being autistic, but diagnoses aren't easy to get. I wouldn't be surprised if I was ADHD to some extent, either.

Have you ever put on or lost a significant amount of weight? Both.

On a scale of 1-5, how often do you curse? 5.

Name someone with brown eyes. My boyfriend.

Do you know what your next injection will be? No.

If you had to have a cartoon character tattooed to you what would it be? You know the Simba drawing Rafiki makes on the tree in The Lion King? I've already thought of getting that with his mane with the text "remember who you are," but I'm not totally sold on the idea.

If you could, would you look at your future self? "No. I might see myself doing well and that would be a comfort, but what if I saw myself doing poorly? As difficult as it can be, I'd rather just deal with that unknown." <<<< This is my exact answer. I'd rather not know.

Who was your first serious relationship? Jason, started right before I was 16 and lasted three and a half years.

If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out? My dad. I cannot imagine life without my mom, I can't. I deeply, deeply dread when she passes away, because I don't know if I can survive without her. I barely see or talk to my dad. I don't WANT to lose connection with him of course, but between the two, it's no competition.

If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done? Left nostril.

Who is the number 1 person/thing in your life? My mom.

What are two things you wish you never did? Letters sent to Jason after the breakup. Flirting with the boyfriend of my then-best friend behind her back when I was 12.

Would you rather have three personal wishes or world peace? World peace.

What were/is your high school colors? Red, navy, and white.

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?” "Bless you." I've wanted to switch to "Gesundheit" but habits are habits.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? A house.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers? Grammatically, you're supposed to do this for numbers below ten. Or maybe it's ten and below. One or the other. I tend to do below twenty.

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I do, regrettably. Adobe is a fucking shit company but yeah. I don't even use it once a week.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? I don't watch TV, really.

Do you plan your meals in any way? Not really.

Were you in the scouts when you were young? Yes.

Have you ever made a hole-in-one at mini-golf? I think so.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? A part of me will always miss Jason. But we could never be friends even if he WAS okay with it.

Who came over last? Tobey.

What is your card game of choice? Magic: The Gathering. I'm not very good at it, but it's enjoyable enough.

What is your favourite book series? Wings of Fire.

If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor? I only like it with milk. I like cinnamon apple.

Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video and if not, what was it of? At the moment I'm answering this question, I'm watching JazzyGuns play Amanda The Adventurer 2.

Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery and if so, how much did they win and would you or have you ever played the lottery? No, and no.

What was the last thing someone has sincerely thanked you for? I think a friend for listening to them vent about something.

What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about? Probably Ozzy Osbourne. Or Rammstein, specifically the lead guitarist. Markiplier, if he counts. There's not really a celebrity I want to learn MORE about; I have massive respect for the privacy of celebrities, and things they don't want to share don't need to be shared.

[satinsumu]

first. || suna r.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, slight slight angst but mostly fluff, language, unprotected sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, praise, creampie, soft suna is romantic, shy baby’s first time ❤️ 

summary: it’s hard not to get self-conscious being intimate with suna for the first time, especially when he’s far more experienced than you are—but your boyfriend is sure to remind you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

a/n: what did i say about loving the first time trope lol. also didn’t proofread bc that’s how we do it here (edit: this was so much longer than i’d intended and i ended up getting so much more attached than i’d intended lmfao i want a suna in my life Right Now)

a tingle travels throughout your body as your bare back touches the soft sheets of suna’s bed, your boyfriend’s hands gently moving from your shoulders down to your knees.

he lifts one of your legs up, slender fingers rubbing small circles against your skin, before bending down to press a small kiss to your inner thigh. his greyish, golden eyes—half-lidded and slowly growing darker with desire—flick up to meet yours with such tender intensity that it takes your breath away.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly at your silence, carefully setting your leg back down against the mattress as he leans over you, one hand planted beside your head. 

“yeah,” you reassure him. the reply comes out a bit weaker than you’d intended.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” suna murmurs, lowering himself to give you a small kiss, right at edge of your mouth. his lips are warm. gentle.

“i do, i’m just—” you quickly answer, but look away with slight embarrassment. “just a little nervous, that’s all... don’t know if i’ll be good.”

the second half of your sentence is just barely above a whisper, and suna’s expression softens.

“don’t worry about that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before slowly moving further down your neck and chest. “just want you to be comfortable.”

you feel him stop just above your left breast, the ghost of his breath lingering on your flesh. a sudden, warm sensation washes over you as suna takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, his hot, wet tongue swirling circles around the bud. you gasp at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut while his other hand slides down your stomach, hovering just above the thin, silky fabric of your underwear.

suna releases your nipple from his mouth as he pushes himself back up, licking his lips while studying your expression.

“you’re so warm down here,” he says with a small smile. his finger draws a long, slow stripe along your folds, the pressure through your panties just enough to send another tingle traveling all over your body. “can i take these off?”

you nod and grant him permission, shyness burning in your cheeks at how exposed and vulnerable you feel, but also at how careful suna is being. he smooths his palm against your hip bone and drags the garment of clothing down your legs before it comes back up, teasingly squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. 

“good girl,” suna hums, straightening himself to pull his own shirt over his head. the words make your heart pound violently in your chest.

without another word, he takes your other breast in his large hand, groping and kneading the flesh while his opposite hand begins to make work of your sex. he presses two fingers against your folds and slowly rubs circles against the skin as you feel your clit grow more and more sensitive to the pseudo-contact. 

you tilt your head back, dipping further into the sheets, while a shaky sigh escapes your lips. a small smile rests on suna’s face at the sight—you seem to be feeling good, and he intends on keeping it that way. 

his movements are growing faster now. you can feel your arousal growing wetter, and you know suna can feel it too, with the way his fingertips are coated with your slick. he takes this as a safe indication to finally slip a digit into you—god knows how fucking badly he wishes it were his cock instead—and the little squeak that rolls off your tongue is like music to his ears.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, elated at the sight of you clenching around him while trying to keep his composure. how did he get so lucky? “but you’re taking my fingers so well.”

there’s so much going on.

you can feel your boyfriend watching you, but you’re too distracted to think about how your face must look right now. especially when he’s still squeezing your tits, focusing on your pleasure as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tiny hole. then he adds another, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, surprised that suna’s hands are moving with so much ease and also how good it feels. even more so when his thumb continues to rub at your clit in tandem with his other fingers.

soft, lewd squelching noises can be heard in the quiet of his room as both you and suna realize that this won’t be enough. you need more. your pussy is practically begging for it, even if your mouth isn’t.

“think you’re ready, sweetheart,” suna breathes, willing himself to pull his fingers out of your cunt.

you nod coyly in response, slightly irritated at yourself for feeling uneasy in front of your boyfriend; he’s being so good to you, so patient, but you’ve just never done anything so lewd befo—

your brain short-circuits as you watch suna look you dead in the eye before putting two glistening fingers, still covered in your juices, into his mouth. he slowly pulls out, soft pink lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping shamelessly at whatever he missed on his thumb.

he gives you an alluring smirk, and your hands instinctively fly up to cover your flustered face. your cheeks are burning with both desire and embarrassment, but suna grips your wrist and slowly pulls it away.

“look at me, baby,” he says, his body hovering closely above yours. “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

god, you look so fucking cute, he really doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“can i...?” suna trails off, the hardness in his pants growing more and more difficult to ignore by the second as it presses against your leg.

“p-please, rin,” you whisper. the way your innocent, nervous eyes are asking him to fuck you is honestly enough to make him jizz in his pants. 

without another word, suna pushes himself back up, unzipping his pants so that his erect member can finally spring free. he barely has to give it a few impatient strokes—a trait you rarely see in your boyfriend—before it’s fully hard. the sheer size of his cock causes you to gulp, the tiny beads of precum already leaking out from its tip.

suna takes it in his hand, smearing his own arousal over the head before bending over to rub its heaviness over your folds. your clit is already puffy and sensitive from his fingers earlier, and it feels like it’s twitching in pleasure from the contact. 

“o-oh,” you gasp, and suna smiles at the sound, his eyes glossing over your body like he simply can’t get enough. he slowly moves his cock downwards, using all his self-restraint to ignore the throbbing, aching desire in it to just fuck your brains out already.

lining it up with your entrance, he murmurs, “i’m gonna put it in.”

“okay,” you exhale, chest heaving in anticipation.

your hands travel up beside your head to grip the pillow as a means to brace yourself, and you finally feel suna slide into you with surprising ease. every inch of his cock drags along your walls in slow motion, and you’ve never been so physically close to him before. there’s a soft ache—barely noticeable—but it’s not painful... and yet, it’s not pleasurable either.

an unprecedented panic creeps its way into your head at the realization.

what if this doesn’t end up feeling good? what if he doesn’t end up feeling good? oh god, what if he doesn’t even finish? surely, you’d be the only girl he’ll have slept with that could fuck up this bad—who knows how many girls have come before you? (literally.) what if—

“what’s wrong?” suna’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his tone tinged with a slight worry. 

“n-nothing,” you shake your head quickly. ugh, you feel like such... a loser. an idiot, really.

“talk to me, sweetheart,” suna murmurs, towering over you as he’s still balls deep inside your cunt. “does it hurt?”

he wants to pull out in case that’s the problem, but also doesn’t want to make any sudden moves, for fear of hurting you.

“no, i’m okay,” you insist in an attempt to reassure him. “i just, i don’t know, i’m being stupid.”

suna’s expression softens, but before he can say anything, you’re already babbling on again, and you can’t even stop.

“what if you don’t end up feeling good?” you quiver, the question more so directed at yourself than at your boyfriend. “what if you don’t even finish because of how much i suck? i-i don’t want to be the only person you’ve been with who’s bad at sex—”

your heart is racing now and the words are tumbling out of your mouth helplessly. you feel so bad for dumping this on him, and your frustration towards yourself brings small tears to the corners of your eyes—

“baby, listen to me,” suna says quietly but firmly, one hand cupping your cheek and turning your face towards him so that you’re no longer avoiding eye contact. his thumb gently brushes away the dampness at the edge of your lower lashline before he continues,

“first of all, there’s no such thing as being bad at sex—and you’re doing great,” he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “you’re the only person i want to do this with, and as long as it’s with you, i’m happy.”

you sniffle a little bit, but your heart soars at his words, the tension in your chest slowly easing.

“second of all, don’t worry about me,” he says gently, his eyes filled with a tender adoration as he gazes at you. “it’s really sweet that you’re thinking of me, but i want you to feel good.”

a warmth blooms in your cheeks. 

“and besides, you’re fucking beautiful,” suna continues, leaning down again to press his lips against your bare shoulder. “i could cum just from the sight of you, but i’m trying to hold back because i want you to finish first.”

the bluntness of his words causes you to look away shyly, and suna smiles down at you. 

“so,” he begins again, before giving you a small suck on your jaw. “can you let me make you feel good?”

you nod slowly, and bring your arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“sorry,” you manage a small giggle at the feeling of his dick still inside you—you really have terrible timing, that much you’ll admit.

“it’s okay,” suna murmurs, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “i love you, you know that.”

he’s said those words before, but the way he’s uttering them into your ear right now, in the quiet intimacy that only you two share, makes your heart race and your head spin.

“just let me know if you want me to stop,” he says, before finally, gradually pulling himself out.

suna slides his cock back into you with ease, your juices still coating his member. he repeats the motion a few more times, each time just a little bit more fluidly and rapidly than the last, until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. the sensation is still foreign, but no longer uncomfortable.

he finally reaches a pace where he thrusts himself into you for the first time with a low grunt, the rough penetration catching you off guard. a small “mmf!” escapes your mouth as you bite your lip, embarrassed at hearing the sound of your own voice.

“don’t hold those precious noises back, sweetheart,” suna breathes seductively into your skin, his low voice causing you to clench harder around him. “wanna hear how good i make you feel. the louder the better.”

you nod at his encouragement as small beads of sweat form along your temple.

he gives you another sharp thrust, followed by another, and then another, until he’s steadily rocking into you as the bed creaks with every movement. this time, you can’t help the wanton moans of his name that fill the air, each one prompting him to continue.

“a-ah!” you cry at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out of you. “r-rin! rin! rin!”

suna’s never been one to have a big head or a large ego, but the way you’re chanting his name like a mantra makes pride swell in his chest. you look so angelic, eyes fluttered shut with every time he fucks into you, nipples moving up and down with your breasts, hair splayed out against his bedsheets, sopping wet pussy clamping around his cock as your very first time. how could he not be in love with you?

“f-feeling good, baby?” he pants, trying to hold it together. 

“yes,” you gasp as a small dribble of drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth. but you don’t care. you want him. more of him, more, more, more. “want you so bad.”

suna thinks he’s going to lose his damn mind.

“you like that?” his voice borders on a growl, and his strong arms snake beneath you to pull you into a hug before one of them props his body up against the mattress so he can angle himself into you with even more intensity. lord help him, he wants to cum so fucking bad with how hot you look, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into tomorrow.

“n-ngh!” you groan, tossing your head back at the way suna is driving himself in and out of you as his eyes flit down to your heaving chest. “i-i think ‘m c-close...”

that was all suna needed to hear as he laid you back down, flat against the bed as one hand travels urgently down to your heat. he takes two fingers and begins rubbing your folds again, one dipping past them to play with your clit, the stimulation causing you to see stars. suna presses an open mouthed kiss against your lips at the sight of them parting, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue across yours.

he picks up the speed of his thrusts again, his other hand now preoccupied with kneading your breasts and pinching your nipple as you cry out for him, and only him.

“r-rin!” your voice rings in his head, your gasps broken up into needy pants. 

“doin’ so good, angel,” he mutters against your lips, still mercilessly slamming his cock into you. “taking my cock so—ngh!—well, wanna keep this pussy all to myself.”

you don’t even have time to process the lewdness of his words before your back is arching, suna’s fingers rubbing your clit at an unbelievable pace as he simultaneously slides himself in and out of you, the slapping sounds amplified by your juices.

“cum for me sweetheart, you can do it,” suna urges, his eyes fixated on your face. “show me just how good i make you feel—”

a sudden wave of bliss floods over you as you feel the tension in your body release, your clit throbbing with pleasure at the sensation. suna’s eyes widen at the way your jaw grows slack, trying not to cum at the mere sight of your fucked out expression while he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“h-hah,” you gasp, still chasing your climax while suna continues thrusting into your cunt, his cock twitching with arousal. after a few seconds, he picks up his own pace, chasing his own high with your body.

“god, you feel so good around me,” he mutters, clenching his teeth at the way your walls continue to suck him in. 

“want you to cum inside, r-rin,” you whine into his ear, the syllables broken up by how hard he’s fucking you as your whole being practically bounces around his cock, his balls clapping with wet slapping sounds against your ass. “f-fill m-me up?”

you don’t need to say anything else as suna finally snaps, pushing himself so deep into you with an almost primal urge as cum shoots out of his cock. you can feel the warmth all the way in your belly as you look up at your boyfriend, sweaty and out of breath, panting into your neck before finally pulling himself out of you.

he catches your lips with his as he gives you a long, passionate kiss, before breaking away and giving you a quick peck on both cheeks, then your nose, then your forehead.

“you did so good, baby,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that had found its way to stick to your face. an affectionate warmth brings a small smile to your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into suna’s palm, and he feels himself lose his breath at the sight of you.

“be good and stay here, okay?” he mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. he could stare at you forever. “i’ll go get a towel and clean you up. i love you.”

[dejwritesarchived]

❪ ♡ ❫  ───  ⠀ ⠀⠀ best i ever had  ⠀ 〳 ⠀ k.arashi  ‵

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — warning !! afab reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, fem pet names (babe), reader is black coded, been thinking about benkei heavy lately, suggestive content (but it's not much), mentions of unprotected sex, benkei being Mr. comedian, kinda short, this is me creating soft content for black readers, one of my mutuals mentioned him being a sweetheart and my talk with aisha inspired this lmfao, profanity, mentions of children and future with each other (all that lovey dovey crap), fluff, aftercare, college au, a little humor at the end lol, tr men being soft and expressing their love for their partner >>>>, inspired by best i ever had remix by drake & nicki minaj

TEXTBOOKS AND LOOSELEAF PAPER WERE SCATTERED ACROSS YOUR DORM ROOM FLOORS. The neon lights that were around your room are currently set on the pink lighting that went well with your sophisticated themed room. You let out a faint giggle feeling Benkei's nose brush against the crook of your neck. You never understood that a man his size still thought it was okay to be all on you. His large stature cuddling against you like a big bear protecting its cubs. Despite it's being minutes after coming down from your temporary bliss of seeing stars and feeling your cunt pulse around him, he still found it his mission to practically live in your skin.

The scent of Tobacco Oud by Tom Ford and sweat lingered on your skin as you stared up at the ceiling just basking in the moment of being with Benkei. Midterms week had the two of you running around campus like madmen. Only being able to give each other quick kisses as one was entering the lecture hall or dropping off food in the library as the other was cramming in a late-night study session with their study group. Once midterms week was up, it didn't take long for you to sign him in during visitation hours. Although usually, you bent the rules for yourself due to you being an R.A, you still wanted to be safe just so that moment wouldn't be ruined.

"Kei?" You asked.

"Hm?" He hummed. You could feel his hum vibrate against your marked-up collarbone.

"Do you see us being together when we graduate?" You asked.

The clock was ticking, you only had two more semesters together. You feared what life would be like once you walked across that stage. You've heard countless stories about friendship groups and couples going their separate ways once they threw their caps in the air to celebrate those long years of undergrad.

"You want the honest answer or?" His voice trailed off as you could feel his callous fingertips tracing his name on your skin.

"What do you think?" You sarcastically questioned.

You could feel him let out a sigh as he was snuggled up against you. It wasn't particularly a sigh that could cause you to worry, but a sigh of comfort. Relaxation. It was as if those hard walls he displayed as he walked around campus always came tumbling down when he was with you.

"Yes." He confidently said. "I see a future with you (Y/N)," He admitted. He would lift his head up off your boobs and look at you. "I'm dead fuckin' serious."

You didn't know what to say. Expecting him to say something along the lines of, 'guess we'll just see when the time comes' or 'we shouldn't talk about this right now'.

You rubbed your lips together before your lips parted to speak, but Benkei interrupted you. "Cliche as it sounds, I knew you were the one when I first saw you at that study group."

You kissed at your teeth and playfully rolled your eyes at his comment. "If that was true, that would mean you fell for my looks before getting to know me."

He thought about it for a second, "That's beside the point I'm trying to make. So can I continue?"

"Okay." You giggled. "We really don't have all night before I have to kick you out."

"You just were different and yes, you may have heard that in that horrible Netflix movie you made me watch that one time. But it's true. Your smile lights up every room you walk into. You hold your head up so confidently when you walk into the room that it causes everyone to demand their attention to be on you. I can go on if you like?" Benkei says.

"The cockiness in me would tell you to continue, but I'm not." You joked.

"I love you and I know I'll be in your life in the future after we graduate."

Your face scrunches up at him before your arms wrapped around him in a loving manner. If you squeezed hard enough, you would probably have suffocated the larger man. Although, you were sure he wouldn't mind due to his face being buried in your bare boobs that were decorated with his bite marks and love bites.

A knock was heard on the door and the two of you never hopped up so quickly. Tossing each other clothes to slide on in a quick motion as if the president of the university was about to walk in. When you motioned for Benkei to stay right there, you walked towards the door cracking it open. You saw one of the students that lived on your floor.

"Um— Ms. (L/N)-"

"I told you, you don't have to call me that," You corrected as you stepped a bit closer, but not fully out of your dorm room considering that you were only wearing the shirt Benkai formally was wearing. "What's up? Please don't tell me you locked yourself out of your room again Shailene." You let out a sigh.

"No."

"Then what's wrong? Is someone bothering you? Cause I told you I don't mind—" The sophomore cut your words off sharply.

"Do you have a condom?" Shailene quietly asked. You could see her play with the silver fingers on her fingers and she soon looked down at her yellow-colored crocs.

"Oh." Your lips formed a perfectly shaped 'o' shape.

You felt your dorm room door get tugged open a bit just to reveal Benkei. When Shailene saw him, her eyes grew big. "I'm sorry if I was interrupting you two," She says as she looked between you.

"Here you go." Benkei gave her the condom with a charming smile on her face. "We don't really use them anyway."

"Kei! Shailene, just make sure you sign your guest out on time!"

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[milqueandsugar]

Ok hear me out-

The song "Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer with Revivedbur, BUT the reader is the complete opposite of what the song is about

Like...c!Wilbur doesn't fear death anymore and you can't tell me that he wouldn't be a little bit of a masochist. The reader being an absolute pacifist and not wanting to do harm to anyone-

Just imagining a crazed and obsessed Revivedbur trying to get reader's heart/love back does something to me lmfao

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: Mentions of violence/injury

Genre: fluff

| Bandaids and Bouquets |

" There, all done " you hum clicking the safety pin in place around your lovers bandaged hand. Raising his hand to your lips you press a chaste kiss to each one of his bruised knuckles, a sigh coming from your lover making you tense with worry.

"Sorry! Did I hurt you?" You whimper, pulling away from him much to his dismay. Wilbur shook his head, groaning slightly as he sat up in the bed, the bandages around his chest hindering his movement slightly. That or it was the burns. "No, no not at all my flower" he assured, closing in with a bit of your help, your hand on his waist, guiding him into a soft kiss. Pulling away he pecked your nose. "You could never hurt me" he whispered against your skin, making you smile at the ticklish feeling.

"You say that, but you always end up hurt, I don't remember you being this reckless before we were dating" You tease, helping him stand with a huff of effort. The man laughed dryly, his voice hoarse from smoke. Stretching his arms above his head he regained his composure. "I've always been a thrill seeker" He dismissed, limping across the room to retrieve his sweater and jacket.

Shaking your head you wandered over to the bouquet he had nearly killed himself getting for you. Twirling a singed leaf in your hands your turned back to him. "But going all the way to the nether for some flowers-?" "You're favourite flowers" He correct, pulling the wool sweater over his head. "We're already dating, Wilbur. You don't have to impress me" you explain, taking one of the flowers from the bouquet before returning to your lovers side.

"When you have valuables, do you put a lock on them or do you leave them out in the open" He questioned, though you gave no answer. Resting a hand on his chest you place the flower in his jacket pocket. "You never have to worry about your valuables being stolen" you breath out, your gaze softening at your lover.

"Because of the lock-"

"Because I love you, you ass"

[liltaz-asatreat]

IGNORE THE ACCIDENTAL UNFOLLOW I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THE BUTTON FROM DESKTOP OTL

2, 3, 4, 9, 10, 19, 24, 25, 30, 33, 36, aaand 40 :>

KALKSDKHGLSDKHGASLKG IT'S OKAY LMFAO

You can find the ask game here!

Also, I answered questions 2 and 4 in Sierra's ask here, and I don't really have more to say on them lol Sorry :/ The answers in that post are pretty in depth though

I am going to put this under a read more too lol

3. How would you describe your writing style?

Uuuuuhhhhhh

Define that word and use it in a sentence aslkghsdlkhgsldkh

Um, I honestly don’t really know how to describe writing styles or mostly really any other artistic medium styles?? Ise told me once that my writing was loud in a good way, and Reese said that my writing is very earnest. I guess what I would say about it is that I try to fill it with emotion, whether it’s an emotional piece or something comedic. I’m a very emotional person and that’s how I connect with basically everything, so I try to connect with people through my writing by making it an emotional gateway so to speak

Yeah, I don’t know if that’s a writing style, but that felt good to say about it lol

9. Thoughts on cliffhangers. 

They are so very fun when I do them >:3 But every time I’m met with one as an audience member I always do the surprised pikachu face aslkhgsdlgkhlgh

They’re still fun as an audience member, but I will be absolutely consumed with the need to know what happens next lol The worst cliffhanger I’ve ever been faced with was the cliffhanger at the end of The Mark of Athena from the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan, and I was caught up to the series so I had to wait A WHOLE. YEAR. JUST FOR HIM TO LAUGH IN MY FACE IN THE DEDICATION PAGE OF THE HOUSE OF HADES

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU RICK RIORDAN EVEN THOUGH I WOULD HAVE DONE THE EXACT SAME THING BUT STILL!!!

EVIL EVIL EVIL LMAO

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Found family, hurt/comfort, and idk man, I don’t really categorize fics into tropes in my head. I looked up fanfic tropes and the lists I got didn’t really give me something that I would recognize as liking a lot except the hurt/comfort one lol Uh, I like it when characters who aren’t shown interacting much in canon are interacting with each other and what their relationship is like. And I like reading about the same idiots falling in love a hundred different ways lol

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

I know you’re probably fishing for more Meadow content, but I haven’t written enough yet that’s sharable without it being basically just the first three very short chapters aslkghslgkhs So here’s the last few paragraphs I have written for the John fic instead! :D

“Stop! Please, that's enough!”

The vision slows to a stop before slowly fading away, and John is back in his office again, his whole body shaking with fear and anger as he fights off tears. He breathes heavily and wipes at his eyes before he looks back over at the Light.

“Why would someone do this? Why would someone make this miracle without there being an end point? Why would they drag other people into it who don't want to get caught up in the entanglement of infinity?” he asks it with a trembling voice.

Because it is a miracle worth inventing. The Light says. Someone made my creator's existence, and they loved life and existence so much that they wanted to extend that joy of creation to others.

“They had no right,” John says, voice low and deadly. He grabs onto the armrests of his chair and grips them so tightly his knuckles turn white. “I want to meet them. I want to destroy them. Once everyone knows what they have done to us, they will all want that too.” He takes a breath to try and steady his voice. “How do we leave existence to confront this creator?”

The Light of Creation remains silent for a moment. I am built to be used for whatever my master's will is, so if you want to take me home to meet my creator and the creator of your existence, all you need is to say the word. We'll get the word out to everyone in this plane, and with my help, you will all be able to lead a revolution that will lead to the destruction of existence itself.

“That is my plan,” John says, eyes narrowed and his heart pounding in his chest. “And I will destroy anything that gets in my way.”

24. Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards. 

Flashbacks and flashforwards my beLOVEDS!!!!! <3

Flashbacks are great because they could be used for such emotional depth or as comedic timing (I usually use them for emotional scenes that give context to the present) and flashforwards are great when you want to time skip and the comedic potential for those are AMAZING!!!

“So what ever we do, we’re not going to do x, right?”

*flashforward to the Event*

*they did x and are now in trouble*

Truly one of the best comedic tropes of all time!!!

25. Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go? 

I’m assuming this means writing it as you post it for like, multi-chapter works and stuff, and honestly, I think both have their strengths and weaknesses. Back when I was writing fanfic for pjo, all I wrote were multi-chapter fics, and I posted them as I wrote them, and doing that and having the feedback of people reading and liking what I wrote gave me the motivation to keep going, and it was the first time I almost ever finished a fic. I was really close to the end game in one of them, and it had a lot of chapters too and I had been working on it for a really long time, but between having Wattpad taken away for a long time because I was severely neglecting school and having to stop writing it, actively being bored with it and hating it by the time I got back to it, and, since it was my first fanfic and first and only fic at the time where it was a self-insert along with inserts of some of my friends, I started hating it even more because I my friendships with most of the people I was writing about were shaky at best and I was actively trying to get away from them at worst. May or may not be tangentially related to why I was hesitant writing another self-insert fanfic even if I’m the only insert.

But I digress

The downside to writing it as I post though is that I can’t go back and do major changes to the story once I’ve posted it and am actively working on it, and also the pressure to not abandon it no matter what because some people are reading it and are invested is real

With writing everything before I post it now, especially now that I’m working on two mulit-chapter fics, it’s harder to stay motivated because I don’t have that constant feedback to keep me going, but that’s lessened a lot by being able to share snippets of my writing in ask and tag games and talking about it a lot with people. And by not posting it right away, I can go back and make major changes as I see fit, whether it’s rewriting a whole chapter or changing a major event that affects the whole story and changing the structure of the story itself. I like having that freedom, but it is harder because with most of the smaller fics I write, I can look it over a couple of times and hit post and I don’t have to worry about it again because it’s out there. Now that I have the freedom to do as many edits as I feel are necessary while I work out everything else, I’m able to second guess myself and go through an endless loop of editing. And the project seems so much bigger because I’m trying to do it all at once, and there’s still pressure that I have to post it eventually because I’ve been hyping it up so much, but there is a little bit of reassurance that I can go fuck this if I want somewhere down the line, and yeah, people will be really disappointed, but they won’t be stuck on a cliffhanger or something and never get that closure.

I think what I’m going to do with the Julia fic though as a compromise is that I’m going to try and write at least all of Here There Be Gerblins, if not the next arc or two also before I start posting. That way I can get it out there as a motivator and still have that solid base of reassurance that I did okay with it before sending it out to the world. Also, having you as my beta reader really helps too lol :3 I almost forgot I was answering your questions, Sunny and was going to tag you as my beta reader, oops lol

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. 

I feel like I’ve answered a similar question to this before in a different ask game, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what the plot of the fic I was going to write but then didn’t was slhgslakdhglsdhg

I remember there was a prompt someone sent in last year, before I even made this side blog, and the person had just read the tumblr version of Drinking Your Feelings, and I had just reblogged a different prompt list than the prompt I got for that fic from, so when they sent in their ask, I originally thought it was for the new list and not from the other one. I had outlined the fic I was going to write for that before I realized that they probably meant the other one, and they clarified that they did want the other one which is how In The Lively City happened.

I know it was supposed to be blupjeans centric, but I think it had something to do with Barry and Taako being the characters actually present, and Taako was getting on Barry’s ass to make a move which he adamantly refused. The only reason I remember that is because I vaguely remember lifting that concept for An Unconventional Way of Getting the Light, but that’s all I remember about it

33. Give your writing a compliment. 

I can, and have, made people go feral because of emotions, and every time I do I go ehehehe >:3 lol

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of? 

Most of the time, I write the fic and save the file name as a quick phrase of what it’s about, then when I’m done writing it and am faced with posting it on ao3, I drink some water, stare at my computer screen until my eyes lose focus and I zone out, and then I astrally project my consciousness to pray to writing gods that may or may not exist, then I come back into focus because I realized that I haven’t even opened up ao3 yet to get the draft ready, then I put the cursor into the bar to type the name of the fic after doing all the appropriate tagging, then I drink more water, zone out, try to summon the spirit of Justin McElroy because he’s the best at naming things, that doesn’t work, so I go over in my head everything I just wrote, and then finally I have a shitty idea that is decent enough to earn its place as title and I write it down then change the file name on my computer to match it lol

And the names I think I’m most proud of is a tie between A Song of Love Played Ad Infinitum, No Aliens On the Moon, and A Witness of Corruption

Those titles iirc actually came to me fairly quickly :3

40. Write a 9-word fic. 

Magnus steals Angus again, and they play with dogs

[lacheri]

rituals

pairing: boyfriend!Levi & fem bodied reader

content: modern au, established relationship, over stimulation, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), body worshipping, a sprinkle of somnophilia and dacryphilia, Levi really loves his pet names, very minor OCD portrayals, minors DNI

wc: 5.7k

notes: not me creating an entire tumblr so i can post my smut lmfao. this is my first time writing smut like this, so i hope ya’ll enjoy (:

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, even if he wanted or tried to. You were just so beautiful to him, long eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you tried to drift off to sleep. He insisted that you faced towards him every night, his eyes tearing up from pushing away blinks because he genuinely couldn’t bring himself to miss even a second of you. It was borderline obsessive, definitely the craziest ritual he had, but Levi just couldn’t help it. This was the only time he fully and unabashedly got to admire you, and it wasn’t like you didn’t mind the attention. In fact you’d lay there fully conscious, steadying your breathing and squinting just barely to watch him watch you. Your boyfriend wasn’t an overly affectionate person, but God did he love to spend hours memorizing every curve and line of your pretty face. 

Levi’s fingers reached out, tracing your cheekbone with his knuckles, breathing a hair above a whisper, “So gorgeous.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from blowing your cover, a wide grin erupting from your lips. Eyes still closed, you heard Levi chuckle, “Seems like my brats’ still awake.”

Instead of answering in fear of ruining the moment, you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, burrowing your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. You placed an innocent kiss there as you brought your left hand up to rub tiny circles on his bicep. His shirtless body was warm and soft from his earlier shower, and he had just decided on sliding into your freshly washed bed sheets with you in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but take notice of his hardened length pressed against your stomach.

“So sweet for me tonight,” he rasped, fingers edging under the fabric of your silk shorts. 

“I’m always sweet for you,” you moved your head back to look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting. 

Levi took your bottom lip in between his index finger and thumb, gaze locked in on how it rolled in between them. He groaned softly to himself letting go, leaning in to indulge himself in a kiss. You eagerly matched his slow, sensual pace. His hand wandered back to your shorts, slipping underneath the bottoms to caress the back of your thigh. He molded the soft flesh between his fingers, biting softly at your lips for permission to taste you. Your tongue licked in response against his bottom lip, Levi taking it upon himself to push his tongue forward to dominate yours. His taste buds slid sinfully against yours, twisting and turning around the muscle. You tasted divine. All mine, Levi thought to himself.

The tips of his fingers traveled upwards to the fullness of your lower cheek, not being able to stop himself pulling the handful towards him. He softened his grip, feeling your ass jiggle back into its original place. His mind ran wild, images of your naked body flooding his head. You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, feeling a familiar burn rumble in your lower stomach. Unlike your boyfriend who could play and get you wound up for however long he saw fit, as soon as you got started all you wanted was him inside you. Patience was not in your personality, and as he continued to paw at your lower half, you had one goal set in mind.

“Wanna’ get on top,” you demanded, breathless and feeling needy as you pulled away from your kiss.

Levi’s kiss traveled to your cheek, down your jaw and neck as he responded, “No, not done with you yet.”

“But Levi,” you whined, shifting an octave higher as he sucked the side of the column of your throat. His tongue drew delicious circles before going back to peppering kisses.

“Patience, brat. You’re being so good, don’t want to ruin that by being whiny, do we?” He ended his question with a light smack on your ass, removing his hand all together after to lean his torso up to hover over you. You gulped, the burning feeling intensifying as he stared at you with predatory eyes. You nodded slowly, feeling accomplished as he murmured, “That’s my good girl.”

Levi easily guided you to lay flat on your back on the bed, fully encasing you in between his strong arms. You eyed his biceps as he balanced over you. The full moon that looked just outside your bedroom window was a blessing in disguise as it illuminated the room, casting flattering light on all it saw. Your favorite thing about Levi’s body was his arms, toned and strong, and always so in control. You practically drooled watching them flex as he leaned in back to your neck, this time trailing kisses upwards. His lips met you in a kiss again, this one a bit heavier and needy than the last. 

His right hand strayed up to your face again, Levi always needed to touch you, and his thumb ran along the edge of your jaw, a grip solidified under your chin when he pulled his face away from yours. He titled your head up, his stone colored eyes locked in on yours. His jaw was slacked open as his eyes kept traveling your face. Every time he saw your face it was like a spell, he was completely devoid of ever being able to gaze at another’s after being graced with yours. In a flash, images of you looking angelic in a white dress came to mind, and with a pretty diamond ring burning a hole in his sock drawer he had yet to show you, his cock throbbed. Levi’s lips attached aggressively to the spot where his fingers accompanied, sucking fiercely down. You bit back a moan as heat pooled instantly between your legs, oblivious to his thoughts.

“Levi,” you moaned, both of your hands shooting up to his waist leering above you. 

“Yes?” he moved downwards again, this time taking the buttons of your silk shirt in between the pads of his fingers, popping them open slowly. 

“I love you,” your eyes fluttered closed, heart race increasing. His did as well, flickering to your bra-less chest and back up to the soft smile that lit up your face.

“As do I, brat.”

Levi pushed your unbuttoned silk sleeping shirt open, gazing down in awe at your exposed chest. Your nipples were pert and standing to attention, and you felt like your heart was going to slam out of its confines. Levi always did this to you, every time you made love felt like the first. You wondered if this effect would ever go away, but as he leaned down and flicked one of your hardened nubs with his tongue, you wholeheartedly believed it never would. 

His lips encircled around your nipple, his hand began toying with your other breast. His licks and sucks were slow, so agonizingly slow, but did Levi just love to work you up and tease you. On the nights you were an extra good girl for him, he’d let you take charge and tell him what you wanted and give it to you. Unsurprisingly, there was absolutely no time wasted in foreplay. Of course this power change wouldn’t last very long, Levi would find it too amusing how quickly being in control went to your head. He needed to remind you on those nights that he was only allowing you to act that way, and Levi was always the one in charge. 

You could feel the throbbing of want from your core, not being able to hold back a whine as Levi continued his assault. His hand stayed kneading your breast as his lips moved south once more, tongue lolled out on your skin to leave a saliva trail. He had to feel every square inch of you, lapping against the soft skin of your torso. He bit playfully at the underside of your boob, and you let out a tiny yelp in response. His lips smoothed over the light impressions of his teeth, kissing languidly to earn back the soft moans and sighs he was eliciting from you. 

Deciding then that your clothes were an offensive insult to his existence, Levi huffed and abruptly yanked down the waistband of your shorts, taking your lace panties with it. This had caught you off guard, but before you could react, Levi had slipped one of his hands under you on the small of your back to lift your hips while the other tugged down your shorts and panties to your knees. You lifted your knees up on your own to your chest and he pulled the garments off the rest of the way, throwing them off to a forgotten corner of the room. His hands returned back to you quickly, landing on the back of your heels, and he leaned up onto his knees to gaze down at you from hazy eyes. Wherever his fingers trailed, his eyes followed. Feather light scratches traveled the underside of your feet, his palms facing towards you. You shivered involuntarily, your body was on fire and he hadn’t even touched you where you needed him the most yet. His digits finally met the tips of your toes, and his knuckles wrapped around the tops of your feet, massaging them in the process. Levi’s eyes flickered up then, expression completely stoic, but you saw every emotion swirl in his cloudy grey eyes. The want, the need, the complete and utter adoration, it was all there.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” Levi spat as if he had spoken an insult. “All fucking mine, I want to hear you say it.”

“Levi, please, touch me,” you begged, fed up with him toying with you. 

“Tell me, now.”

“I’m yours,” you pleaded, nearly in tears as your frustration built. “I’ll always be yours. Please, baby.”

“Such a good girl,” Levi praised, face softening after getting what he wanted. He pressed his lips to the top of your right toe then, never breaking eye contact. He didn’t spend much time on your feet, only peppering closed mouth kisses until he reached your ankle. His fingers followed shortly behind his lips, eliciting goosebumps in the trail of his light touch. You were a whiny mess, he was just getting you so worked up. You knew he didn’t reward bratty behavior like this, and you really did try to control it and keep it in, but you were just getting so frustrated that Levi wasn’t giving into what you wanted, no, what you needed. And every kiss closer to your aching center moved slower and slower, stopping completely once he reached the insides of your thighs.

Taking your knees in a tight grasp, he spread you completely open in front of him. You clenched around nothing in anticipation, a silly grin on your face. You bit softly on your bottom lip, watching him devour you with his eyes. It was just so much to take in, Levi was groaning to himself, burning the image into his memory. There just weren't words to describe it, having you like this felt almost holy. His eyes struggled to fit you all into one simple picture, wanting to focus on every single detail; The way your pussy glistened and the muscles contracted, the darkened skin in the inner creases where your center met your thighs, the skin bunched together on your stomach from having your legs spread so wide and up, the tiny bumps of your areolas, the way you sucked on your bottom lip, eyes so wide and pure, hair a fucking halo around you. He placed his hands on the sides of your center, spreading you open with the pads of his thumbs resting on your outer lips. Levi wasn’t a religious man in the slightest, but God did he want to put your body on an altar and goddamn pray to you, worship you, die for you, kill for you.

Levi finally leaned forward, his lips placing an open mouth kiss to the bare skin above your folds. It was all way too much teasing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming, trying to push yourself closer to his mouth. He shot a warning glare up, daring you to continue disturbing him. 

“Bad girls don’t get what they want, brat,” the vibrations of his grovel were so close to your aching clit, and you let out a choked moan in response. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” your head became clouded, feeling like you were going to explode. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“This is the second time I’ve had to remind you,” Levi took his index finger and finally stroked it against you, a shaky intake of breath elicited from you. “Don’t let there be a third.”

The tip of his finger circled gently on your clit, exposing the pearl in the center. Every time his soft touch brushed against it, you wanted to sob. Your loving boyfriend, so gentle and caring, taking his ever loving time with you. He watched you as if he had never seen another woman in his entire life, it would always be just you. Even the mere thought of someone aside from you had him growling. Whilst you were all his, he belonged to no one else but you, and he felt every urge to prove that to you.

The assault of his tongue was a shock to your system, nerves sizzling deliciously. Levi was a man on a mission, and he knew exactly how to get you to come undone under him with the rhythm of his mouth. There was a pattern to be appreciated, a ritual even, and Levi was a man who found reason in a routine, because routine always worked. You knew this well even outside the bedroom, Levi ate the same foods every day to stay as fit as possible, he color coded every single thing in your home to stay as organized as he could, losing his mind if he even suspected a hint of dust on any of his furniture. He told you once before that you were the one compulsion that didn’t drive him utterly insane, and in Levi’s world he pretty much declared his eternal love for you. And you definitely didn’t mind this attention in the slightest, because although the thoroughness of his touches and kisses made you want to ignite into ball of flames with desire and frustration, there would never be another man on the planet who could make you feel as beautiful and as loved as Levi did, or who would be worthy of receiving of your own love and adoration.

Levi’s took his free hand to your opening, circling the area with pressure. His tongue still licked and sucked faithfully on your clit, you whimpering and mewling at his worship. His index finger pressed in, your walls instantly sucking him in as far as you could take him. You shuttered, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his finger began to move inside of you. He was grazing the ridges, pumping the digit as the knuckles of his fingers made a ‘come here’ motion over and over. And when he added a second one to add to his pattern, the coil in your lower stomach was about to burst. Of course Levi could feel the change of the pulses of your walls, holding a squeeze for longer seconds than the last ones, and he knew you were close. He angled his fingers then so the tips rubbed against the spongy part of your cunt, pumping his fingers even faster, creating friction at your entrance as well. 

Between his expert fingers and the suction of his lips, you came fast and violently, not being able to voice a wanting, white light flooding your vision as you arched your back and your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth hanging agape in a breathless scream. Levi watched all of this before him, and couldn’t help but rut against the bed in his boxers. You were simply heavenly, and had he humped the bed the entire time he was eating you out, he would’ve came in his boxers without hesitation. 

The contractions slowed but Levi did not, knowing he could get at least one more out of you before he moved on to the main event. The stimulation was too much, too overwhelming coming immediately off of your high. Your muscles were still so tight, not completely relaxed and your clit was just so sensitive. It didn’t take more than a few strokes of his fingers yet again to have a quick orgasm. 

You moaned louder the second time, although the first one was stronger. It just felt so good, not nearly as satisfying as the first, but the waves washing over you were unbelievably strong.

Levi removed his mouth, and watched his fingers slip out of you, skin pruned from your cum. He placed a kiss on your thigh, bringing his gaze to your weary expression, “Such a good girl for me, I think I’m going to reward you.”

Your ears perked and you lifted your head from the pillow, “Reward?”

“Yeah, why not?” he sucked where he was placing kisses, eyes locked in on yours. “I’m going to let you pick how you want me to take you.”

Your eyes widened, an excited smile gracing your features. Now this was rare, and you realized that Levi must’ve been in an exceptional mood to let you have even a fraction of control right now. Or, on the flip side, he was setting you up to lose control so he could find a reason to punish you. Either way, you couldn’t wait to find out.

“On top,” you begged yet again, sitting up on your elbows and sliding out of your opened shirt. “I want to watch you.”

“So needy,” he scoffed, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pulling you further down the bed so you were eye level. His chin was covered in your arousal as he leant in for a passionate kiss, lips mashing together. He easily flipped you over so you laid on top of his muscular form. You sat up, knees bent on either side of his hips. You placed your hands on his lower stomach to steady yourself, thumbs brushing against the elastic of his black boxers. Levi had strategically rolled you so you sat pressed bare against his erection, and he could feel how wet your pussy was through the fabric. He audibly groaned when you pressed further down, rubbing yourself on his clothed cock. 

Your hips rocked back and forth in a lazy rhythm, and Levi was having absolutely none of it. Although he could deal out plenty of teasing, what he wasn’t going to allow was for you to give it right back to him. Really, it wasn’t on purpose, you promise. It was just there was no time to waste, and you would find any kind of satisfaction any way you possibly could. 

His hands gripped hard at your hips, stopping your motions entirely, “Oi, brat, you trying to get a strike three?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized once again. “Feel so good, I can’t stop.”

“How could you?” his expression softened, bringing his thumb to trace your lips in mock empathy. “You’re so spoiled.”

Levi then took matters, literally, into his own hands. He patted your thighs so you could lift your hips as he grabbed his thick cock out of the confines of his boxers. It slapped against his stomach, and you saw the glisten of precum on his slit. Your mouth watered, eyes drinking up every second as he pulled the clothing down his legs, kicking them off his ankles. You sunk your hips down again, letting out a whimper as your clit made direct contact with the head of his dick. Levi pulled his bottom lip in with teeth, face scrunched as he let out a low hiss. You slid against him a couple of times, lubing his shaft with your arousal. Grabbing the base, you angled him at your entrance, eyes glued to the spot between you. His eyes stayed trained on your angelic face though, not trusting himself to bust on the spot as you began to slide yourself down on his length.

“Fuck,” Levi cursed, nearly drawing blood as he bit down. Your mouth hung agape, eyebrows furrowed and tears pricking the edges of your lash line. “So fucking tight.”

Fully impaled on top of him now, a fat teardrop rolled down your face, landing on his lower abdomen, and Levi was instantly regretting letting you take control like this. All he wanted to do was to feel your pelvic bones wrapped around his fingers on your hips as he unforgivingly plowed into you. He hated seeing you cry, but in the bedroom, he didn’t mind it one bit. It was an arousing reminder that no matter how many times he made you cum before hand, no matter how drenched your core was, you would still struggle to fit all of him inside of you. He would even go as far to call it a sick fascination, a warranted deal as lovers to see you sob and hiccup on his length. His ego was fragile, as are most men, but as you opened your teary eyes and met his lustful glare, he felt as if he could take down the entire fucking world for you.

“Oh my god,” you cried softly, angling your hips upwards to bounce back down swiftly. You both let out a groan as you met his pelvis once again, feeling the tickle of neatly kept pubic hair tickle your clit. As much as you wanted to grind yourself down on his base to get yourself off yet again, the furrow of Levi’s brows and the sight of his lip tucked between his teeth gave you motivation to continue on. 

Raising yourself up again quickly, now feeling your cunt adjust more to keep taking him, you used all the power you could muster in your knees and thighs to lower yourself down, then up again, into a steady rhythm. A bit slow for both of your preferences, but you fully knew that his patience would wear thin soon and Levi would just haul you onto your back again, having his way with you.

His thick tip continuously brushed against your ridges, every time you would purposefully clench yourself as you met his base. Whimpers escaped your lips, the sounds of you and your cunt gripping him for all its worth filling the room. You would’ve been embarrassed had this been anyone else, but truthfully, Levi was the only man who could ever get your beautiful pussy to this state of unending flow. You were soaking him, and the both of you knew that after all this was said and done, the sheets that were just pulled out of the dryer not even an hour ago would go right back into the wash, all because of you. No, you weren’t going to take the blame. It was all because of Levi, and what he was doing to you.

His hand smacking your ass brought you out of your thoughts as he grumbled, “You fucking brat, you’re fucking yourself on my cock to wind me up, huh? You’re really wanting that strike three?”

“No,” you managed to moan out as your pussy clenched from his words. “I’m really trying my best, Levi.”

Levi’s hands grasped your hips as your cunt was trapped at the top of his fat tip, stopping your motion entirely there as you hovered, “I don’t fucking believe you.”

With one swift motion, he thrusted upwards, hard, burying himself right up against your cervix. You yelped in response, tears resurfacing as the pain mixed with the pleasure. This was exactly what you had wanted, and Levi knew this, but you would refuse to admit it.

“Wanted me to get fed up, didn’t you?” he grit his teeth, plunging himself into you once again, unbelievably even harder this time, your moans turned desperate. 

“Please,” is all you could whimper, his harsh thrusts increasing in pace as he fucked himself into you. Not once relinquishing his tight grip on you. All you could do is hover above him, grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself. 

Another loud smack was heard as you felt a sting against your ass, and now you were really sobbing, “Please, please!”

“Please, what?” Levi venomously spat out, eyes darkened in lust and in mild anger. You knew it wasn’t legitimate anger, and all his look did was feed the flame growing in your core.

“My legs can’t hold up anymore,” you cried, fat tears rolling down your face. Your knees were buckling, a tender ache in your thighs had your body wanting to go limp. 

His hold on you eased up, maneuvering his hips so his cock slid out of you with a squelch. You fell into his lap, trying to catch your breath as fast as you could before he locked you in another grip, rolling around so your stomach was flat on the bed. His cock, now soaked in your juices, was grinding into the seam of your ass, and he was groaning at the contact. Truthfully, you’d let him fuck himself anywhere he wanted. And God, did Levi want to use that to his advantage. Not tonight though, he had one goal, one place in mind, and that was your beautiful, angelic cunt.

He slid himself back in between your folds with no resistance, his knees locked in between your legs to prevent you from closing them in a reaction. His fingers tangled themselves in the back of your head, pulling it up by your hair so he could hear every single mewl and whimper from your beautiful mouth. 

From this new angle, Levi was buried so deep within your body that every nerve was singeing, lit aflame by the wondrous pleasure. Pulling his hips back slowly, he could feel every ridge and muscle in your plush cunt, and he let out a subtle growl. He pressed back in at the same pace, almost torturous. He eyed the handprints on your ass, and felt his ego soar. Every mark, every bruise, every touch, your body was entirely his, and his alone. 

His fingers unwound in your hair, grasping both of your full ass cheeks in his hands as he plunged in, flicking his hips faster. You heard and felt the smack of his balls as he bottomed out inside of you, and all you could do was gasp and hiccup at the impact. He repeated it, again and again, increasing his speed every time. He angled himself then to brush his engorged tip to that sweet spongey spot inside of you, fucking right up into it with every thrust. He really had you moaning then, your hands reaching forward to grasp the pillow in front of you, knuckles white in your grip. While the sight was erotic, seeing the back of your head as you stuffed your face into mattress, body completely limp under him, Levi wanted to see that beautiful face of yours as he brought you to a climax. He could feel your cunt squeezing him, ready to cum, but knew how your clit needed the extra attention to bring you there.

When he pulled out of you suddenly, you let out a frustrated cry. He silenced it very quickly, flipping your body once again to lay on your back. Strands of your hair were stuck in sweat against your forehead, mouth agape and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of your moistened lips, unable to stop the drool as your mouth hung open. Your legs still parted, bent at the knees, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you even closer, aligning himself with your vulva once again. His hands stayed there, his cock standing to full attention, needing no guidance, as he filled your tight hole, and continued fucking you.

Your breasts bounced from the impact as you tried, so very hard, to match his pace with your hips. You did well at the beginning, feeling the skin to skin contact against your clit as your bodies met full on. Your legs were shaking though, unable to hold a rhythm long enough to get off, and you gave in, allowing him to take full control.

“You’re so close again, aren’t you?” he chuckled darkly, his right hand leaving the smooth skin on your thigh to travel in between your legs. 

“‘Wanna cum, please, Levi,” you pleaded, your eyes screwing shut, hands attaching themselves to his looming biceps.

“You haven’t been very good, though, brat,” he chided, almost mockingly. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“I’ll be good!” you begged, hips shakily trying to match his pace once again. “Please!”

“You’re gonna’ be a good girl?” he asked, gaze dark and hungry as he drank in your desperate form.

“Yes, yes!” you nodded furiously, eyes opened now, watching his own flicker up to yours.

Without answering you, or teasing you any further, his thumb met your clit, and you moaned so fucking loud that Levi almost came from the sight of you. He pulled his thoughts together, focusing on getting you off first. His thrusts fastened, your pussy squelching as the sound of slapping skin echoed in your bedroom. Levi’s thumb worked in quick circles, no intent of letting up. No, you wanted to come, so he was going to make you fucking come.

The coil was never unwound in the first place, and his attention had you seeing stars. The pressure in your abdomen kept building, and you could feel every single slide and inch of his dick everywhere inside of you. At your sweet spot, in your entrance, the encouragement of his thumb on your most sensitive area. It was all too much.

“I’m gonna’ cum,” you panted as you threw your ankles around his waist, wanting to pull him in deeper.

“Cum for me, beautiful, cum on my cock,” Levi begged, feeling his own release impending.

That’s all it took, your jaw dropping and knees shaking as your pussy pulled in him so deep, and squeezed him painfully tight. Your head was empty, and Levi watched you completely fall apart below him. Seeing pure white, eyes locked in on his, his face screwed together in his own pleasure. That’s all it took to finally push you over the edge. Your cunt gripped him harshly, and feeling the first contraction, Levi couldn’t hold back anymore, his thrusting desperate and thumb moving so fast his wrist was aching. He flicked his hips as you pulsed around him, shooting his load deep inside your velvet center.

As you screamed his name, he moaned out yours, both of you stilling completely aside from his thumb working you down. Even as he came down from his height, your cunt was still milking him, albeit at a slower pace now. His thumb slowed movement, your contractions winding down as your chests heaved.

Levi quite literally had to force himself out of you, your pussy that tight on his dick. He watched in adoration as some of his seed spilled out of your hole, and using the same thumb he brought you to your climax with, he pushed the fluid back inside of you.

Thank God for birth control, you thought, breathing heavily as you watched him from below.

Levi threw himself out of the bed, taking shaky strides over to your on suite bathroom. He spent a couple minutes there, and you stayed in the same position, trying to find any energy to move. Not much to his surprise, he looked on in adoration to see you still sprawled out, your eyes closed peacefully as you enjoyed your post orgasmic bliss. Now this was a face worth studying tonight. 

You jumped when you felt the cool contact of a wet rag meet your folds, and your eyes opened and followed Levi’s hands as he diligently cleaned you, his focus intent on your womanhood. You cringed when you finally looked down at yourself, inner thighs glistening under the pale moonlight. So much for laundry day.

“Normally this is the part where I tell you how good you were,” Levi’s eyes flickered up as a small smirk set in on his lips. “But I’m beginning to think you’re a bit too spoiled, brat.”

You laughed breathily, “I’m sorry, you just make it so hard to control myself.”

“Maybe I should start dealing out real punishments,” he mused, finishing up wiping you down. 

“Oh?” you managed to tilt your head lazily, interest peaked. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, maybe make you start calling me captain, or something?” Levi inquired. His expression was completely serious.

“Captain?” you snorted. “Captain Levi? What kind of fantasies do you got swirling around in your head? Do you want to buy a boat or something?”

“You could be my little cadet,” he smirked, ignoring your teasing, returning the rag to your pussy with mischievous intentions, a bit too sensual. “My little bratty cadet.”

You closed your legs as much as you could with him in between them, a pout settled in on your face, “Why can’t I be a captain too? Better yet, what about your commander?”

“In your wildest dreams, brat.”

Levi stopped teasing you then, deciding your lower half was as clean as he could possibly get it without tossing you into the shower. Making another quick trip to the bathroom and back, he adjusted the pillows behind you, until they sat perfectly on the bed frame, and worked out the wrinkles in the duvet that had been half haphazardly thrown down and off the mattress to make way for your love making. Deeming everything perfect, Levi finally crawled into the bed beside you, where your eyelids were drooping heavily as you fought off legitimate sleep this time.

“I love you, Levi,” you murmured, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck to pepper a sweet, innocent kiss.

His hands gently cupped the back of your head, pulling you back and you pouted sleepily, “Oi, you know what you’re supposed to do. I’ll cuddle you when I’m done.”

You only nodded in a response, sleep catching up to your exhausted body. You only stirred when you felt the length of his fingers intertwined with yours, a small smile creeping up as you finally drifted off. Levi gazed at your expression in adoration, pushing back your hair from your face as your breathing softened. He would fight his own need for sleep for an hour, memorizing every crinkle of your beautiful face. 

“I love you, so much,” Levi whispered, barely able to hear himself. “My beautiful angel.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[alexsiple]

Hey, just wanted to say that I read your essay and it really resonated with me. I'm a bit younger than you, only 19 but I already go around with all those doubts. I just feel lost in life, don't know what to do. I create a lot of art in different mediums, I always loved to write. For the longest time I promised myself I would become a published author. Now, I think I would like to have my works up as free, so anyone can read them. Still, I don't do much to accomplish this dream. I always tell myself there's time yet it feels like it's slipping through my fingers. It's hard watching people my age, sometimes younger be so successful in life. I also see all the people that started their careers at a later time, it doesn't do much to help. I often question the point of everything. What's the point of the degree in getting, it's not going to give me a job. I wonder what's the point of all the hours I spent drawing, writing, these works aren't really going to give me much in life, they are always just going to stay with me. That should be enough. It doesn't feel like it's enough.

Sorry for rambling. Anyway to end this on a happier note, I recently watched everything everywhere all at once. It helped me calm down. I do really wonder about the points of thing, about failure. In fact, I have a crippling fear of failure, that's why I never start anything new. And yeah, after watching the movie I think maybe the point is that there is no point. We are meant to keep going and just appreciate the small things, the big things.

ah, dear anon, thank you for writing this all out to me and thank you for reading my essay with such an open heart. i am so glad it reached you somehow. i'll put my thoughts below this line just so i don't clog people's dashboards LMFAO

first of all, it's okay to feel lost! and please know that being nineteen (in my experience and observation) is super hard for most people. especially for artists. this is a time where you're supposed to - by society's standards - be moving to an "adult phase" where you have everything figured out, and at this point i believe that a lot of being an artist means a constant stage of figuring things out. but you are also incredibly young, like, me too, lol. it's okay at any point in life to not have achieved everything that everyone your age seems to have. it's hard to feel like it's real but many people who are much older than you are in that same state of feeling lost and like they've wasted everything. you mention that seeing these stories of these people does not really help- i totally understand. more than you know. it's hard to give yourself kindness in these circumstances.

honestly, you do still have time. to write and to create and to live a full life. i obviously am going through a lot of the same things myself and don't have the clearest answers, so take it all with a grain of salt, but i'll offer you my perspective: i think that if you love to write, you should. write what you love and what gets you excited to live. for me, art and writing are things that make life worth it. everything i've made is accessible online to pretty much anyone because the act of giving the world art is something precious to me that makes me happy. this is not true for everyone! but i think that if you find a way of making art that makes you happy, you should keep at it. your way of writing - even if you feel you're not doing enough - is valid and you're still making something, aren't you?

i think also it helps to find something you love in life outside of making art so that when you take a break from creating for whatever reason, you don't feel like a failure, like you're not doing enough, etc. that's helped me. it may sound simple but honestly having goals to have friendships, to travel, to learn languages, etc. has helped me shift my focus from only being on art and how my art makes me worthy. if you find purpose in other things then obviously you will not believe your only purpose is to make art.

on getting a degree: obviously i don't have a writing degree but i've always wondered if i should go for one. if it's anything like art school degrees i'll tell you that you should only go if you feel as if your soul will gain something from it. do you like learning? do you want to travel somewhere else and meet new people? does school feel valuable to you? these are only things that you can answer for yourself, i've found. you are an artist, someone who writes, and so you probably realize that you can live your life in a way that is unpredictable, or unprecedented, or that deviates from the norm. you don't necessarily have to get a degree. but does it excite you? do you think it'll lead you down a new path in life? with animation, i partly went to get my degree because it would get me a job (in theory) and partly because i felt this experience was important for my path in life. can you find that in something else that isn't a degree? of course. it's up to you. i truly think that whatever you choose will lead you somewhere new and grow you as a person, especially if you go into these choices with an open heart and excitement for experience.

you are not rambling! i enjoy this sort of ask and conversation LOL. this answer is messy and may not help you. hopefully it gives you some nugget of insight. i can only offer my own experience but i also mean it when i say that you obviously care about writing and art or you wouldn't be thinking about it. i don't think you should give up on what you love. from time to time at least, tap into that feeling of love and dedication and ignore the background noise for a while. just make things you love. the other stuff comes later, even though it seems like the most important. i've posted stuff that has been seen by no one, or only one person. in the end the only thing that was important in those cases was that i was proud of that work, that it felt meaningful to me.

everything everywhere all at once is PEAK cinema. it really is so healing lmfao i'm glad you liked it. you say you have a huge fear of failure but again, this is because you care so much. you seem pretty strong and passionate! your last line on the meaning of the movie is so true. there kind of is no answer. living is hard to parse out. be kind to yourself and find fulfillment and joy whenever and wherever you can! i know you can do this! follow your curiosity, dude. do what feels right. the only person who can judge your failures is yourself. that is your greatest power.