#queue‹ patience is a strength

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

continue from here @insanislupus

Elijah used his hands to pin her to the wall. Her wrists in one of his while the other rested on her hip, pinning her to the wall. A smirk on his lips.

"I thought you needed a reminder of how fast can be fast," he replied, tilting his head a little to the side. He breathed in her scent.

"Someone could arrive at any time and attack you. You have to be prepared," he said softly, tilting his head down and running his lips along her neck.

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

continue from here @malka-lisitsa

He heard every single word she uttered and every word was a new knife that left an invisible wound. He didn't know what to answer. She spoke to him more openly and honestly than she had for a long time. His brother was her kryptonite. He destroyed what Elijah liked. Especially when it was a doppelganger. Katherine had never been safe around him and he had let it happen every time. Each time he had stepped aside. And she was right about every word of it.

"I know," came from his lips in a whisper. "And it pains me that I let it all happen," he added. Quietly, you could hear the pain in his voice, which he didn't want to hide either. He wanted her to see that she wasn't the only one who had suffered all this time.

"And yet… here we are. Once again." He stepped towards her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He wanted to be close to her. Even if it was only in such a banal way.

"We can't get away from each other, no matter how much it hurts," he continued. She had to see it the same way. No matter how many times she ran, she came back. Somehow. Eventually. "Niklaus isn't here," he murmured quietly. "And won't be able to be if he wants to protect his daughter."

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process. with @flappervcmp

A soft laugh escaped his lips as Annie fell into his lap. He caught her, holding her firmly with his hands while he grinned mischievously at her.

"Not so fast, or you'll fall over," he released his fingers carefully, but his hands were still on her body, ready to take hold again if necessary.

"Or was this all tactically planned so that you could sit here?" he winked at her. Before that, he scanned her body to see if she had hurt herself.

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

🛏️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  share  one  bed. for @insanislupus

The motel room was run-down and smelled of sweat and old carpets. It was only a temporary solution, but Elijah was reluctant to even consider it.

The bed had seen much better days and it was damn small. And there was only one.

He closed the door behind him, Jackie had long since entered. There was no couch or armchair to get comfortable on. There was an old tube television in the corner.

"Excellent choice," he grumbled in her direction, having raised no objections in the end and walked with long strides to the bed. He settled down at one side.

"Come here, we need sleep and we'll continue in the morning."

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

continue from here @humanchewtoy

Even though Stiles didn't really seem amused that Elijah forbade him to speak, it didn't stop him from pressing his finger even a little harder against the other's lips. About a minute passed, during which Elijah listened intently into the silence until he removed his finger from the other's mouth. He wanted an answer to his unspoken question, you could see that directly.

"Something is lurking around here that is not well disposed towards us,"Elijah murmured quietly, barely audible, and gestured for the other to come with him.

[bonnibuckets]

— delicate | jake

pairing: hum!jake x fem navi

warning: fluffish & smut (eating out & vag! fingering)

synopsis: jake is at camp resting when you find him out of his avatar

wc: 900+

‘Oel ngati kameie, ma Tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi ireiyo. Ngari hu Eywa saleu tìrea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì.’

means ‘I see you Brother and thank you. Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind and become part of the People.’

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You opened your eyes and stretched in your hammock yawning, you rolled over staring at jake’s avatar sleeping. You wish he’d hurry up and link — he had explained it to you. “jake” you whisper yell, but nothing happens and you softly growl. You decide to just get up and do your duties hoping he’d eventually link while you’re out.

—

You sink your knife into your hunt “Oel ngati kameie, ma Tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi ireiyo. Ngari hu Eywa saleu tìrea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì”. You pull out the knife and take the hunt back. You stare up to see if jake is linked, but to your disappointment, his avatar is still in the same spot. You stomp your foot on the ground and hiss at him. ‘stupid stupid jake!’ you thought to yourself as you cleaned up.

As you cleaned up you suddenly remember that jake showed you where his camp was located, and you grab your bow and immediately run to find him. You didn’t know why his lack of company made you feel incomplete, but you knew you didn’t like the feeling. You jumped from tree to tree until you made it to his camp. You ran up to it and looked inside the glass, you saw jake in what he told you was a ‘wheelchair’ and he was eating.

You tilted your head ‘so small like a baby’ you thought pressing your hand to the glass. You tapped it and jake jumped but then relaxed seeing you. He held up one finger before putting on a mask and opening the door, “hey..i didn’t expect you to see me…like this” jake jokingly said. He handed you a mask to help you breathe safely but you didn’t need it constantly. “why does jake take so long to link?” you said a little mad.

“i’m sorry i just needed to take a break and build strength,” he said rubbing the back of his head. “i was sad when you weren’t there” you looked down, and jake rolled over to you and grabbed your hand. “i’m sorry again but i’m here now” he smiled tilting his head looking up to you.

“yes, but i have been thinking. i want to…connect with you like this” you pointed to him referring to his human form. Jake blushed and chuckled “getting me flustered” he looked away. “but i don’t know how jake doesn’t have a queue in this body” he smiled and grabbed your bow putting it down on the table.

“i’ll show you something,” jake said rolling away and you followed ducking the doorway and ceiling. He took off his mask and showed you his bed “the only way i know how to connect the way you want is this way, lay down please” you look at him, and your heart flutters. You lay down and jake maneuvers himself onto the bed, “i’m going to try something but you have to trust me okay?” he exhaled.

“i trust you,” you said as your heart was beating fast. Jake kisses your legs and works his way up worshiping your body, and from that alone, you felt hot. “mm jake more” you panted looking at him, he looked up and smirked “be patience” he said softly biting your calf.

You whined and became wiggly as he got closer to where you wanted him. He kissed and sucked bruises onto your thighs “please jake” you said frustrated. “okay okay” he smiled. Jake removed your loincloth gently and stared before diving in immediately. “JAKE!” you squealed at his sudden reaction. He licked you all over and sucked on your lips and clit and came up for air making a pop.

You were overheating and felt your abs flex “ha jake it feels nice” you purr as jake uses his fingers. He put one in at first and went back to sucking paying attention to your clit while curling his finger. You moaned and grabbed his hair “mm more please i want more” you whined as pressure started building.

Jake then added another finger, then another, until he was three fingers in. He curled and pistoned his fingers in and out, you were seeing stars. Jake came back up for air “so beautiful all spread out for me” he panted “so good, such a good girl, my good girl”. You couldn’t take it as the building pressure became harder to hold.

“i-jake” then the pressure snapped, and you arched your back and grabbed at the sheets and bit your lip so hard it bled. Your muffled moans were still very much heard by jake as he cleaned you up with his tongue and his fingers. You immediately grabbed the mask and inhaled, you felt tingly all over and delicate. “i hope you're not done because i can keep going sweetheart” jake smirked.

— [Fin]

a/n: let me know what y’all think! i got this idea from seeing a post from @anchoeritic so idea credit to them and the anon.

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

"Wait and see, love," Elijah smirked slightly. It took a moment before he arrived at his destination. A fountain, lit up with fairy lights and lanterns. It was a quiet evening, with only a few people around. Mostly couples who wanted to enjoy this special atmosphere.

"So where are we going?" She looked at him, slightly curious. "Not to something really suspicious or anything?" Alexa teased him. "I do like this. Doing this, together."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heeeeyy i saw that u write for steven…?

if you wanna- could u write a flustered/ blushing steven with a forward/ teasing reader. could be that they work together at the museum and are a couple on the dl cuz if donna found out she would fire one of you. but the reader keeps teasing steven and making it really hard for him to focus on his costumers. could end in him losing his patience and dragging the reader to the bathroom orr a broom closet? or maybe the reader corners him??👀 idk you can obvs decide how far this could go (fluff/ lime/ lemon) whatevs- entirely up to you👹✨

thanks so muuuuuch ur a really great writer💗💗

hiii!! I absolutely love this!? and anything like this tbh🤭 and omg stop it, thank you sm!! <33 🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

interrupted break

steven grant x fem!reader

wc || 655

warnings || a little suggestive, but no ‘vulgar’ words used, just making out

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

You and Steven were in the early stages of your relationship, so things were still very new and exciting. As you worked together at the museum, you had to be wary and careful around one another. Donna had a strict 'no dating policy', so if she were to catch you together during a moment, one of you would be reprimanded or even fired.

Recently, you couldn't keep your hands off Steven. You found any possible opportunity to touch or stroke him. You'd always be sly when engaging in contact- a light brush on his arm as you walk by, lingering touches, eye contact from across the room, just anything you can do without being caught. 

Steven knew the game behind your constant teasing and flirting, and he was determined not to give in to your ways. He loves his job, as you do yours, so he had to carry the strength for both of you and resist the temptation, even though it was hard.

You were stocking shelves while Steven was on tills and attending to customers. You peek up at him, gazing at him over the stuffed hippos with a devilish glimmer in your eye. You place down the box of keyrings and pick up the new stock of pens and pencils before making your way to Steven. 

"Oh hey," you subtly smirk, pulling out a fistful of stationery. "Fancy seeing you here,"

"Yup," he nods, avoiding your gaze as he knows that he wouldn't be able to refuse your allure. "Gotta get back to my customers now," he says quietly, gesturing to the non-existent queue. 

"Oh really? It seems like you're avoiding me," you smile, furtively leaning over the counter to allow him a sneak peek down your top, inconspicuously showing him your cleavage. His eye line focuses on your breasts sitting perfectly in your bra, and you see his failed attempts to conceal a reaction.

"Yeah, nice try," Steven sighs, covering his crotch with his hands. "Good one,"

"Hm, seems like you're lying, Steven," you grin, resting your chin in your palm.

"Nope. I know your silly games,"

"Silly?"

"Mhm," he nods, making himself look busy as he flicks through items by the cash register. "I'm not a teenage boy anymore,"

"Okay, I'll drop it," you shrug, playing with a stray strand of hair. "What time do you get off?" you whisper, stroking his forearm, battering your lashes up at him.

"God," he exhales, visibly frustrated. "Come with me,"

You follow him towards the staff bathroom, leaving an unsuspicious gap as you walk after him. Steven checks the surroundings before yanking you into the stall, closing the door behind you, and immediately pushing you up against it. His lips brush over yours, and you instantly feel his pent-up frustrations melt away. 

His lips hungrily work over yours as his hands cup and guide you, holding your jaw to manoeuvre you in the way he wants, like he's desperately trying to regain control after all your teasing. A soft moan slips past your lips as he deepens the kiss, working over your mouth more urgently, pushing you back into the door behind. 

A harsh knock interrupts. "Stevie, what you doing in there?" Donna snaps, pounding on the door. "Taking forever— you have customers waiting,"

Steven pulls away, clearing his throat. "Yeah— yep, I know. Just a minute," he says with a slightly raised voice.

"What's taking so long? Having a poo or something?"

Your eyes instantly snap up to Steven's as you conceal a cackle, muffling your mouth with your palm.

"... yeah," he says reluctantly, an unamused expression on his face.

"Distugting, hurry up— and wash your hands,"

"Alright, yep— okay," he whispers, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck. "That was so embarrassing,"

"For you, yeah— very," you snicker. 

"We'll finish this at mine," Steven smiles, adjusting himself. "... for payback." he merely brushes your lips before walking out.

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steven taglist: @thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @ugh09876554444

[templeof-demeter]

Good Morning!

I wanted to give a brief update on my life, will be put under a read more.

TLDR: My mental and physical health comes first, my queue is still going but posts written by me will take some time as I adjust.

So, I have various mental health issues and undiagnosed physical issues, and lately I have been having some trouble with both. Physically it’s primarily my knees giving out and my teeth pain. Mentally, I feel a bit lost and distracted, like life’s getting away from me and I should disappear- not die, but become a hermit. I’m finishing up my last week of part time work before going full time which is both good and bad, I am dealing with immense guilt for not “utilizing” my time better despite the extreme bout of depression I have been in. My paranoia seemed to have been a one night event, thankfully, but I am keeping a metaphorical eye on it.

I’m working through this with my partner but obviously this is a lot and this means that I have to focus on this first and foremost. I am trying to keep up with my personal practice, and I will be writing informative posts when I have the mental strength and free time to do so. I have created a sort of schedule for my life in general and will be working towards making that routine second nature to me.

I still have my queue and will keep reblogging posts and writing short posts when I can, but the long form content will be later. Thank you so much for your patience as I juggle life’s many tasks!

As always, may your hands be blessed and your plates full.

[sisididis]

Day 2 of @hetaberia-week

Prompt: Summer 

Antonio and João’s friendship is in danger. 

Or at least Antonio thinks it is. 

After their accidental kiss on the football field, which João had shrugged off as Antonio being Antonio, the Spaniard knew that he had to make it up to his childhood best friend. How? By kissing him a second time in the pitch-black parking lot of a drive-in theater. 

Inspired by this adorable animation.

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“What movie did you say that they were rolling tonight,” João asked ten minutes into their uncharacteristically quiet drive to the neighborhood theater, which was a shy distance from Antonio’s childhood home.

July 1st was a summer night like any other in that it made the young restless and the old reminiscent of their olden days. Everything felt suspended in time, and as far as Antonio was concerned, summer break was nothing but an infinite stretch of heat and cricket song.

Except for the humming of the convertible’s wheels and the wind whipping wildly at their hair, the boys sat in stilled silence – João, bored in the passenger seat, and Antonio, lost in thoughts that seemed to evaporate at the older boy’s question. 

“Casablanca,” Antonio chirped cheerfully, and chanced a glance at João to gauge his reaction. 

It was an old crowd pleaser that habitually attracted dozens of couples after sunset. Under the cover of darkness, boys and girls became braver, and their hands and mouths more curious. Sure, there was always a slight chance that the warden would shine a flashlight into your car and tap on your window to leave, but right now there were worse scenarios tugging at Antonio’s mind. Like him losing his best friend over an accidental kiss.

“Hm,” João hummed, content with Antonio’s answer, as if he had picked the movie himself. 

Antonio exhaled softly. 

He took that as a good omen for the rest of the night and began to slow down as the entrance to the drive-in theater came into view. A split second later, they spotted the queue to the ticket booth and gulped, taking in its length. 

“You’d think that they were giving out free tickets,” João whistled, and Antonio nodded in agreement, clutching the wheel tighter. 

It took all his strength not to hit his head against it. 

In the week that followed their kiss on the football field, Antonio sensed that something profound had shifted between them. Unlike before, he found himself torn between craving and dreading João’s company. His chest felt tight with nerves, and something else that he did not dare voice.

He’d decided that it would be best if he kept his distance from João until he made sense of the war waging within, but the older boy was quick to catch onto that. He’d wasted no time in assuring Antonio that the kiss had meant nothing to him, and that he’d shrugged it off as Antonio being Antonio. But knowing João as he did, Antonio could tell that he didn’t believe that. Neither of them did. 

In a desperate bid to save their friendship, Antonio suggested that they paid the old drive-in theater a visit. 

“Finally!” João sighed. “We’re getting close.”

And a visit they paid.

After moving up the queue with a slowness that put their Iberian patience to the test, Antonio stationed in front of the ticket booth just long enough to pay for two (he had rolled his window shut just in time to avoid João’s insistent bills) then drove to the refreshment stand, where he ordered a bag of popcorn twice the size of his head and two cans of soda. 

As they made their way to their parking space, the Spaniard silently pitied the person who had to pick up all the empty popcorn bags strewn around the parking lot.

“The movie is about to start,” the warden announced, and darkness fell all around them. From the corner of his eye, Antonio noticed how the projector’s beam illuminated the top of João’s dark hair. 

I want to kiss him, he thought, then promptly tucked his hands under him, horrified at how easily the thought crossed his mind. 

He’s your friend, he scolded. 

Your friend. 

He continued to fidget in his seat while João remained seemingly oblivious to his discomfort, pouring all his attention elsewhere. 

“Where were you last night, Rick?”

“That was so long ago, I don’t remember,” drawled the protagonist.

“What a fool I was to fall for a man like you!” Annia cried, and Antonio realized that João and him were almost shoulder to shoulder now. He did not remember his convertible to be so cramped before. His heart hammered in his chest and he wet his lips for the tenth consecutive time. Loudly. 

That tore João’s attention away from the movie, and as he turned to him, there was a touch of a smile in his eyes.

“Just drink already if you’re that thirsty,” he said and handed Antonio his drink.

The drink was cold and tasty, but fizzy. Antonio’s nerves were fizzy, too, bubbling and surging up, up, up, before he forced them back down. He tried to swallow, but the lump lodged in his throat was more stubborn than him. And that said something. 

From above, the voices of the characters rang out again, dripping with sarcasm. 

“Rick is completely neutral about everything, and that takes in the field of women, too!” 

The crowd laughed.

Perhaps a bit of butter could make his throat work again, he thought. A heartbeat later, Antonio reached blindly inside the popcorn bag propped up next to João, and inhaled sharply when he felt something warm against his fingers. 

He froze.

Oh my god. 

That’s his hand, he thought. 

Despite himself, goosebumps sprang on his skin. He was torn. If he drew his hand back suddenly, then that would arouse João’s suspicion, but if he pretended to be absorbed in the movie long enough to let his hand linger on João’s, then…

What to do, what to do?

Sweat began to bead at his temples. 

“Is that cannon fire,” Ilsa whispered against Rick’s embrace, “or is it my heart pounding?” 

Seemingly confused at Antonio’s immobile hand, João turned to look at him.

And green met green. 

Although it was dark, Antonio recognized the startled look on his friend’s face, the blush dusting his cheeks. An unspoken question flickered in João’s eyes. And an unspoken answer flickered in Antonio’s. 

I love you, I love you, I love you, Antonio wanted to yell, but no words passed between them. 

He could see João’s pulse quicken just above his Adam’s apple, and he knew that his did the same. As João began to lean closer, Antonio closed his eyes. His heart was rabbiting wildly in his chest, wanting nowhere but out and inside João. He could feel the older boy's warm breath on his face, almost feel his soft lips on his—!

“Booh!”

Then both of them jumped like two cats drenched in cold water, sending the popcorn bag between them flying and landing on João’s lap.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” someone shouted.

Antonio’s face suddenly flushed red, and he swiveled around to face the anger of the movie watchers, who must have surely seen them. 

“We want our money back!” 

A chorus of approval soon joined the clamor. 

As the red faded from Antonio’s face, it dawned on him that the crowd’s anger wasn’t directed at them, but at the newly-blank projection screen. He’d forgotten that the older movies would cut right in the middle sometimes, and by the looks of it, João had forgotten it, too. 

After a tense minute of waiting, during which neither João nor Antonio dared to breathe, the projectionist got the movie working again and the whole parking lot exhaled with relief. 

“Madre mía,” Antonio whispered and João echoed his sentiment.    

For the remainder of the movie, neither of them spoke or looked at each other. Instead, under the protection of darkness, Antonio cradled his hand that burned with João’s touch, while João licked his unkissed lips in consolation.    

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After what felt like an eternity, after the crowd had clapped their approval, dried their tears and  started their engines, Antonio finally turned to João and searched his face. He’d expected to see a disappointed João in the passenger seat. Instead, the older boy looked relieved. 

He puffed out a laugh.

“Thank god that’s over with!” 

Antonio frowned. That wasn’t the reaction that he had hoped for. He chewed the inside of his mouth and looked away, but João was quick to notice and touched his shoulder. 

“It wasn’t all bad,” he lied. “I liked the movie.”

You didn’t even watch half of it, Antonio would have retorted had his throat worked. They fell into an uneasy silence.

I want to go home, Antonio thought. He didn’t know how so many things could go wrong at the same time. Before he could continue that thought, João’s voice brought him back to the now empty, street-lamp lit parking lot. 

“What’s that shining in the back?" he asked.  

Antonio followed with his eyes the direction to which João pointed. From a distance, it looked like a man standing behind a ticket booth. As they drew closer and closer, the fortune teller inside the box belted out: 

“Come let Zoltar tell you more!” 

Antonio wondered if the machine was an old carnival attraction that the warden refused to part with. That’s why he must have hid it in the back, he thought, then broke the silence. 

“You like this sort of things?” he asked João.

“Just as much as I liked getting popcorn all over my pants,” João smiled sarcastically. 

That’s right. The popcorn. He’d forgotten. Antonio ducked his head and kicked at the dust. He made to apologize, but the older boy interrupted him before he could. “Come on, ask it a question,” he prompted.

Antonio couldn’t tell if João was joking or not. He exhaled and thought about it for a second, his face illuminated by the crystal ball caressed by the animatronic. João watched the blue light dance on Antonio’s face. Knowing Antonio as he did, he was ready to tease Antonio mercilessly. He could almost hear him.

Zoltar, will I become a famous football player some day?

Zoltar, will I own a farm of turtles? 

Zoltar, will I ever win a lifetime supply of olive oil? 

In reality, Antonio settled on none of those.

“Does João like me, too?” Antonio breathed softly.

And the world stopped. 

Whatever it was that João had wanted to say immediately died on his lips. Antonio felt the older boy stiffen up, saw his mouth part in surprise. He certainly had not expected that. Not even Antonio expected his sudden bout of bravery. But he would not deny himself any longer. He would not fool his heart any longer.

He waited and waited and waited. The entire world was left suspended between his question and João’s answer. Time and its passage had ceased to exist altogether. Even the crickets had stopped their song to listen. 

When at last João’s eyes flickered to meet Antonio’s, Antonio saw that João’s expression had gentled, and his lips had quirked into one of his smiles that he reserved only for him.

You idiot, it said endearingly.

You idiot.

When João stepped tentatively towards Antonio, Antonio was ready. He could feel João’s warm breath on his lips, feel the air in his lungs escape, rush out and leave him empty, craving for João, only João. João brushed his lips softly over Antonio’s, barely there, but close enough for them to know that it wasn’t nearly close enough. Then, leaning in fully, thumbs pressed against Antonio’s cheeks, João kissed Antonio.

Somewhere inside him, everything was exploding at once.

João, his João, loved him back, every inch of him sang. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears. 

Antonio responded eagerly to João’s kiss, gripping his shoulders and twisting his fingers into his long hair. They stayed like that until they grew breathless, and remembered that they needed to breathe just as much as they needed each other. 

Soon after they parted, Zoltar spat out a card. It was Antonio who unfolded it as João looked on from behind his shoulder. 

Love is right around the corner, it said, and Antonio laughed. 

João found the sound light, airy and wonderful. 

The Iberians kissed under the moonlight until the crunch of the scattered popcorn under the warden’s boots was but a distant sound, drowned out by their heartbeats. 

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

The people who came towards them all seemed stressed and rushed. They moved out of the way, or you had to make room, which Elijah took care of all by himself with his charisma. There was something good about being an ancient vampire. His gaze kept glancing over to Annie. He was still trying to figure out who she was most like. Even if that was stupid of him. He was curious.

"I can understand that very well," he commented on her words. He had a similar mindset. Preferred a retreat that really belonged to him.

"There's a very good Mexican place nearby, but there's Italian too," he began to think aloud, pointing in each direction when he spoke of the shop. "Both exquisite and reasonably priced."

"I'm glad someone does. It's just easier sometimes, and I always have my notepad on me anyways." Tucking the notepad back into her purse, she nodded and started walking with him.

They walked down the street for awhile, her eyes flicking around the street, watching the different people walk around them.

"I... do, actually. I like having my own place to go to, instead of a hotel. I'm usually in places for quite awhile, so it makes sense to me." Her eyes brightened as she looked over towards him, a smile on her face. "Usually food first, then shopping. Though it's only my first time here, so if you have any recommendations, I'd be happy to hear them!"

[bunnybeeofficial]

SOOOO totally happy 2 b here!!! im soooo happy 2 meet u all

do u want 2 b happy?

do u want 2 b beautiful??

do u want 2 b mine???

((RULES AND OOC UNDER THE READMORE))

((another blog by me, bunny, the person who came out of nowhere swinging SEMI-LUKEWARM

CAUTION, TRIGGERS AHEAD, NOT ALL WILL BE TAGGED

honey will randomly blip out of existence with my motivation and energy levels! This does NOT mean that she wouldn't be communicating with your OCs during this time. I know it sucks to pilot an npc but please don't just assume honey is ignoring your oc, i seriously do not have the spoons to be as actively extroverted as her. i am an introvert.

theres going to be So much eyestrain on this blog, like to the point that almost every post would have an eyestrain tag, so please keep that in mind!

gifs are tagged "gif" queue tag is "supes cute" food stuff is "yummy stuff" nails are "perfectly painted" art tag is "artsy shit" selfie tag is "super cute selfie" makeup is "looks that kill" clothes are under "wardrobe"

my name is bunny, im 25+, i am not a social person and do not have the energy to talk to a lot of people at once, so either have patience or don't bother

i have several other blogs im not active on, but im most frequently on jujulebee

do not send me IMs in character, i will accept them as ooc if you don't have my discord, otherwise dont

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youre free to ask for my discord but i dont guarantee that ill talk to you regularly, i am not a talkative person

im not Extremely picky with who i follow and will block freely and without hesitation. im here to curate my ideal experience, not save the feelings of a stranger. 

while i understand that ic=/=ooc if your character is transphobic or racist in any way please dont interact, actually

honey wouldn’t want to talk to you anyway

this page does not accept magic anons

please do not godmod to try and fix honeys issues, i dont want that, genuinely

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honey b azrael was born august 6th, 1998

she’s bi-racial korean, born in texas

she is 4'8" (her boots typically put her at 5’), approx 240 lbs

honey was embraced on january 23rd of 2021

honey's a well-known streamer/virtual idol with a truly Cultish following with a majority of her followers worshipping her akin to a god. she is obssessed with the idea of making people beautiful, with no real concept of what that Beauty is, as she believes beauty is in the eye of the one presenting that beauty, as such she would not change someone without their explicit permission. she loves to be worshipped and idolized, but denying her that adoration does nothing to dissuade her bright personality, there is nothing you can say to convince her she is not worthy of it.

honey is a 6th generation tzimisce, her adoptive sire is delilah and true sire was killed to prevent any complications

⚠️WIP⚠️Strength: 3/5 Dexterity: 2/5 Stamina: 3/5 Charisma: 4/5 Manipulation: 2/5 Composure: 3/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Wits: 2/5 Resolve: 1/5⚠️

honey is a party girl and there will be mentions of drug/alcohol use and i will tag them as “drug mention” or “alcohol mention” if mentioned

nsfw content will be tagged as “nsfw //” or “nsfw language”

⚠️EYES, CULT-LIKE BEHAVIOR, BLOOD, AND BODY HORROR WILL NOT BE TAGGED⚠️

honey is pansexual and disinterested in a romantic relationship but sexually available

honey is doing GREAT and you should trust her

honeys best friend circle consists of dolls, sam, jules, her owl butler hubert, and diana who lives inside of her

she loves making friends and talking to people, though, so feel free to shoot her a message! she WILL talk to you

if your character is rude or just generally mean for no real reason (there are funny exceptions to this rule) honey will not want to speak with you and will probably unfollow you

ooc follows are fine, if i dont interact with your character much ill probably end up unfollowing, though

will add more if i can think of anything

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

❛ if you take care of everyone, who takes care of you? ❜ @dopplgaenger

A small smile on his lips, his gaze briefly lowered before he looked back at Camille. He knew the answer to the question and was pretty sure what her reaction would be. Nevertheless, something held him back. He didn't know whether it was her gaze or her presence. Perhaps it was just the quiet voice in the back of his head that forbade him to give in. He couldn't tell.

"I'll be fine," came dryly from his lips.

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

Elijah shook his head a little at her approach, but in the end it didn't change the fact that he would help her. Whether out of curiosity or self-interest, it was impossible to tell.

"If you make enemies of the witches here, you'll have several covens breathing down your neck," he pointed out, even if she didn't seem interested. She seemed to have been lucky so far that she hadn't been hunted by other witches. Vampires were susceptible to that.

He briefly let his gaze wander over her female body. "Not good?" He laughed briefly. Amused. When she thought like that, she never seemed to have looked in the mirror properly. But who was he to judge? He had never been in another body before.

Elijah led the way, stopping every now and then to look at small second-hand bookshops or even briefly into the windows. It wasn't until he reached one on a side street that he finally stopped completely and opened the door. Thick wisps of smoke came towards them, slightly purple in colour, and the smell of rosewater floated in the air.

"What do you want here?" came a smoky voice from behind and a woman with dark hair revealed her location. Her skin had an ochre tone and her arms were adorned with golden bangles that tinkled slightly with every movement.

"Negotiate a deal," Elijah commented on her question and stepped closer.

— “witches are useless.” She exhales, considering the experiences she’s dealt with. Yet, she gave neither witch she came across a fair chance to provide a reasonable answer on how to return Dani back to her old self; it was basically decapitate and feed. Dani chuckles to herself at the thought and realization the witches held no chance in surviving her.

“Maybe finding you was a good thing.” She admits to the man, “because if I continued, all these witches would be dead.” She admits as she also gets up to follow him. Her eyes set on the man leading the way to wherever they were going. Truth be told, Dani didn’t trust anyone until proven trustworthy — she had a great way to defend herself as her killer profile was enough to end anyone. She confidently moved behind him. She listened to him, moving up to now walk beside him, “return to my routine.” She begins, “go on to travel the states. commit murder. Do it all again in every town and city I come across.” She gives him a small smirk. “I do no good in this body.” She says.

[hl-obsessed]

Shay!!!! I will never get to the max. queue of 1000 posts but this is me breaking my record of schedule posts:

That is as far as I can manage. And btw the infinity drafts are still infinity drafts even with that amount of schedule posts 💀😑😭. The majority are from the last few days of posts hahaha. Anyway I thought you will like that update.

I hope you have a great day.

Hiiiiii

thank you for that update! 🫶🏻

idk if this is more terrifying or funny 🤣

for sure i'm not jealous about that and i wish you a lot of strength and patience for dealing with all that 🤣💪🏻

[margaetyrell]

hi luvs! how are you?? i hope everything’s great 😊 i’m not fully back yet bc i’m on vacation atm, just came to save a long queue to keep my blog active bc it’s pretty much dead. so i’m gonna put all the boring details bellow in case you wonder about the future content of this blog and my general thoughts (if you’re up to read, follow the cut!) please drink water, protect yourselves from this insane weather and take care!! see you all soon 💜

okay so. i’m obviously still disappointed on taylor, but after everything i’ve realised it’s not worth it anymore. i’m still a fan and i cannot deny that. altho it’s true that i’ve distanced myself from her, she is and will always be a big part of my life! and i’d be lying if i said i’m not excited for 1989, bc i bloody am!! it’s one of my fave albums of all time and i really don’t have the strength anymore to let anything else ruin that for me (unless there’s a mh collab on it, then i’ll explode lmao) but the truth is that i’m just an art consumer as we all are, and she is pure art. so i’ll just keep doing my thing while she does hers. end!

that doesn’t mean i’ve erased everything from my brain or that it won’t upset me if she messes up again. but i’m choosing to stay away from drama, not just hers but fandom drama in general. the past year has been a roller coaster of emotions and i’m just tired of it. and the funny thing is that it doesn’t really matter! it doesn’t matter AT ALL. its only point is to make me bitter and out of patience, and i’m just another random person with random thoughts that won’t have any impact on her or anybody, whether i’m right or wrong, so!

in conclusion: i’m a swiftie who is not a swiftie who is a swiftie who is not part of the fandom who is a gaylor who is not an unhinged gaylor who is no one at all. hope this helps!

which brings us to the point: stfu sarah what are we going to see here. ofc taylor, but! i’m not gonna stress anymore over not missing a single post. i’ll just vibe with it and save whatever’s relevant to me from now on (i’ve saved a lot already) which are mostly graphics, fanart, lyrics and tagged posts (you can keep tagging me on everything btw, and thanks again to the few who still do lols love ya!!!) but the main content can be found on the celeb blog i run with my bestie (candyshapes), which not only focuses on taylor but she’s like 70% of it, and where my dear @jdschecter has made sure not to miss any details of the tour (thanks ems, i’d be lost without you <3) so i really recommend you follow us there !! the rest, as usual, will be a multifandom blog with special dedication to taylor and GoT.

that’s all ! if you’ve read everything, thank you SO much. i know it wasn’t necessary, but i wanted to clear that up nevertheless. first, bc i’m pretty true to my opinions and i’ve spent a great deal of time trying to figure this out. and second, bc i’ve lost many of you in the process and that’s understandable. but if i’m going to be back, i need to make sure i enjoy it here and curate my experience once and for all, as you all should! also thanks again to all the people that has understood my situation and showed me support in the past. love you and miss you to bits, mwah!!