#rambling in tags but i do miss everyone and my muses...i was just getting anxious on my*take* but..that shouldnt force me to abandon muses

[sweetcobaltblue]

"It's finally calm. Peaceful. Relaxed here if only it was like this last year..No one i hate no one that annoys me--And specially no seaweed hair colored so called king." Kaiba don't say this out loud you fool-you seeing this? he'll sass when those few are away..damnit

"As it should be."

[ya-girl-mc]

Hammered

Character: Tsukishima Kei × Fem Reader

Concept: Y/N joins Tsukishima and his colleagues for a night of drinking, but ends up embarrassing him as she gets wasted

A/N: Cause I miss getting drunk and doing stupid shit, hence this fic feat. our salty boi ✌ it was rly fun to write this so,, hope u enjoy it too!!

☆☆ A Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ☆☆

Light filtered through the window blinds, rousing Y/N from her slumber as she pried her eyes open, cursing to herself as she felt a stinging pain in her temples. She was hungover, pretty badly at that, and as much as she wracked her brain to try and recall the events that transpired the night before, it only made her headache much worse.

Shit...I don't feel so good.

As her eyes darted around, she was immediately relieved knowing that she was lying down on the couch in her and Tsukishima's living room, managing to deduce - despite her muddled state-of-mind - that someone must have taken care of her in her drunken stupor.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N tried to sit up slowly, wincing as her temples prickled with pain with every movement. In her peripheral vision, however, was her livid-looking boyfriend with probably the deepest scowl she's ever seen as he stared her down from where he sat.

"Kei...?"

"Did you sleep well?" While the inquiry was meant to be out of concern, Tsukishima delivered it in a monotonous, yet utterly chilling manner which only meant one thing: he was pissed.

"What happened? And what's got you frowning so early in the morning?" She carefully questioned, eager yet dreading to find out how she must have royally screwed up the night before to get him this upset. Her curiosity only infuriated Tsukishima more and Y/N could have almost sworn seeing a blackish aura swirl around him.

"You...you really don't remember a damn thing, do you?"

*****

Fridays were usually the most anticipated day of the week for most members of the working class; however, in Tsukishima's case, he was dreading this Friday in particular.

After a strenuous week at the office, his boss suggested the entire team go drinking to reward themselves for their hard work and as a means to de-stress. But, Tsukishima wasn't keen on partaking in such nights of revelry especially after a long week at work as he'd rather spend his Friday nights and weekends relaxing at home with Y/N. The only reason that he decided to tag along is due to her persistence for him to do so.

Sighing deeply to himself, Tsukishima followed his colleagues as they entered the izakaya, chattering excitedly as they settled in at a long table at the far back. Amongst the clientele for that night, one of them in particular caught his attention, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Y/N?"

She was sat on one of the stools overlooking the kitchen. At the sound of her name, she turned towards its source and grinned widely. "Kei! Fancy running into you here and I see that you're also with your team. Good boy!"

He subtly rolled his eyes and sat down on the stool next to hers, unable to fight off a smile that made its way to his face. "Yeah yeah, if I didn't join them I'd never hear the end of it from you. Anyway, are you here alone?"

"Yeah, just stopped by on the way home from work to pick up some gyoza and katsudon for dinner. But wait, maybe I should have gotten takoyaki, too? Or maybe another serving of gyoza-" Y/N rambled as she grabbed the menu, her eyes scanning rapidly over the items.

He just gazed at her in amusement, completely oblivious to the inquisitive stares his co-workers shot their way. Tsukishima in the workplace was usually placid, reserved, and mostly impassive; seeing his relaxed and pleasant demeanor as he interacted with Y/N was especially intriguing to them, wondering amongst themselves just who that woman was in Tsukishima's life.

Keen on finding out the answer, one of his senpais called him over to their table. It suddenly dawned on him that there was no other choice than to formally introduce Y/N to them. And, he definitely was not looking forward to it as he'd never hear the end of their relentless teasing. "Y/N, would you mind coming along with me for a bit?"

Discreetly straightening her clothes and smoothening her hair, Y/N nodded and followed him to where his co-workers sat, anxious to make a good first impression. At their arrival, they immediately trained their gazes on her, just as eager to find out who she was. "Everyone, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. We live together," Tsukishima stated nonchalantly.

The shock on their faces was borderline comical as they stared back at him, their jaws hanging open in disbelief. "Girlfriend?!"

He sighed, already dreading the uproar they're about to cause. Tsukishima was a private person and rarely talked about his personal life as he maintained a firm work-life boundary. It was not like he was embarrassed to introduce his girlfriend to them; he just perceived the entire ordeal to be troublesome as his colleagues would jump at any chance to find something to tease him about.

Y/N straightened herself and bowed. "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N. Thank you very much for taking care of Kei - I mean - Tsukishima all this time."

"I can't believe this!" One of his kouhais wailed. "To think that an office drone like Tsukishima-senpai has a girlfriend, and a very pretty one at that. So what the hell am I exactly doing wrong?"

"Believe me, I could tell you everything that you need to hear," Tsukishima retorted and shot his kouhai a dagger-like glare.

One of his senpais, a man who looked to be in his late 30's, leaned over and flicked his kouhai on the forehead as he winced in response. "Stop bad-mouthing Tsukishima when his girlfriend's literally standing in front of you. Anyway, nice to meet you, Y/N!"

They instantaneously began bombarding her with questions such as "how did you two meet", "how long have you been together", "what do you do for a living", and "of all men, why Tsukishima." Unable to keep up with what almost seemed like an interrogation by his colleagues, Y/N smiled sheepishly and shot Tsukishima a pleading look, silently begging him to bail her out.

"That's enough, all of you. You're creeping the poor lady out." Y/N turned to the man that sat at the head of the table; he exuded authority which practically gives himself away as the boss. Bringing up a cup of sake to his lips, he took a sip and eyed his subordinates sternly, yet the amusement in his gaze was palpable as he shifted his attention to Y/N. "Sorry about that, we just didn't expect our lone wolf Tsukishima to have a girlfriend, so we're all excited to meet you. If you don't mind, maybe you can join us, Y/N?"

"Sir-" Tsukishima began to protest as he felt the work-life boundary he stubbornly maintained begin to crumble; but to his surprise, Y/N seemed keen on accepting the invitation, a bashful smile on her face.

"I'd be happy to, but I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You won't, don't worry about it!" He assured dismissively and proceeded to order another round of drinks and accompanying snacks. "It's a pleasure of ours to get to know you and finally get a glimpse of Tsukishima's life outside of work."

Flattered and amused at how especially eager they seemed to know more about their enigmatic colleague and his girlfriend, Y/N gratefully accepted the invitation. "Alright, a few drinks wouldn't hurt."

*****

"Okay, I remember that much...but it still doesn't explain why you're so pissed," Y/N mused, listening earnestly to Tsukishima as he filled her in on what seemed like a disastrous night of revelry caused by her drunken antics.

He sighed and took off his glasses to rub his temples, the events that transpired the night before seemingly traumatizing him. "That's because you got carried away, you idiot."

*****

A couple of shots was all it needed for Y/N to become fully accustomed with Tsukishima's colleagues and pretty soon, they were chattering away like long-time friends while he fixated his gaze on her, his eyebrows furrowing in mild displeasure.

Aren't they becoming a little bit too friendly with her? And Y/N's just two shots in and she's already starting to get tipsy. Geez, this is so troublesome.

"Hey, one at a time please! I'll answer your questions one by one," Y/N instructed quite giddily, Tsukishima gazing at her in concern as she downed her third shot. He didn't want to be a buzzkill especially when she seemed to genuinely enjoy his colleagues' company and vice versa; however, her alcohol tolerance was remarkably low and it didn't take much for her to become fully inebriated. He decided to keep a watchful eye on her instead to prevent any incident from occurring due to her drunken antics.

"So, how and when did you two meet?"

"Kei and I go way back in high school," Y/N began as everyone at the table listened to her attentively. "He was part of our school's volleyball team and looked so cool as he played! That's when I started to have a crush on him, but it was one-sided though."

And there goes her filter, Tsukishima thought to himself, concealing his exasperation by downing his cup of sake, trying as best as he can to drown out the uproar his colleagues caused at her revelation.

"No way! Tsukishima-senpai was a volleyball player? I just can't imagine that!" One of his kouhais exclaimed, completely perplexed at the thought.

Tsukishima was about to reply with another snide remark, but Y/N was quick to interject. "Hell yeah he was, and he's such a great middle blocker to boot. He played so calmly as he read his opponent's moves...ahhh that composure of his is what makes him so cool!"

While he appreciated her attempt to defend his honor, it only increased everyone's amusement as she fawned over him, much to his chagrin. "So Y/N-" One of his senpais grinned sneakily, and Tsukishima pretty much figured out what the next inquiry will be about. "-who confessed to whom?"

"Oh, that takes me way back!" She mused, leaning against the man in question who sat right next to her. "I didn't have the courage to confess since he seemed so unapproachable and indifferent, so I thought about giving up on him. But as we became seniors, we ended up in the same class and became quite close. Eventually, during our graduation ceremony, Kei pulled me aside and confessed! I was so shocked that I started crying and...well, the rest is history."

"So it was Tsukishima here who confessed!" One of his senpais beamed and threw an arm around his shoulder, clinking his sake cup with his. "The revelations just keep on coming and coming."

"But that's amazing though," their boss remarked, completely engrossed in the conversation as much as his subordinates were. "You've been together for such a long time now. It's pretty rare for high school sweethearts to last that long."

Y/N nodded earnestly and downed her fourth shot before Tsukishima had the chance to snatch it away from her hands. "I agree, but Kei is such a caring and thoughtful boyfriend! He may seem like a sour puss on the outside but he's reaaaaaally sweet and very very clingy! But shhhhh...don't tell him I said that, though."

Ugh great, now she's done it. Tsukishima almost had to cover his ears as everyone at the table guffawed, unable to stomach the idea of their placid colleague and the clingy boyfriend Y/N described being the same person. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping and praying for the evening to be over.

*****

Y/N cringed as Tsukishima helped her recall the things she had blurted out amid her inebriated state, starting to slowly understand the reason why he was so livid in the first place. "Okay...first of all, I am so sorry - with every fiber of my being - for embarrassing you like that-"

"That's not all you did," Tsukishima interjected quite menacingly and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to keep his temper in-check. "As if that wasn't humiliating enough, you managed to exceed my expectations."

*****

A couple more shots later, Y/N was too far gone. She was completely wasted, and Tsukishima couldn't bear to look at his co-workers as they shot each other uneasy looks, the concern palpable in their wordless exchanges. He was utterly embarrassed yet frustrated at himself since she somehow managed to surpass her drinking limit despite being under his watchful eye.

"Heyyyyy, owner! Anotha' round of sake for this table right here, and put it on my tab!"

As Y/N made an attempt to leave the table, she accidentally knocked over a half-empty glass of water, the liquid spilling all over the table as a result. Giggling to herself while Tsukishima's colleagues scrambled to remove their belongings from the table, she attempted to grab a bottle of sake, but he swiftly withheld her attempt to do so, yanking it out of her reach.

"Okay, enough is enough," he reprimanded firmly, setting the bottle down on the table and bringing his face close in an attempt to get through to her. "Y/N, for the love of God, please get ahold of yourself."

"Tsukkiiii...you're hereee!" It was futile, Y/N's glassy eyes an indicator that she was in no condition to listen to reason. She smiled goofily and threw herself into his arms, the sheer force causing Tsukishima to stumble, his arm accidentally knocking over a glass to the floor as it completely shattered as a result.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, did anyone get hurt?" He exclaimed in a state of uncharacteristic panic, his arms struggling to support his drunken mess of a lover as she began mumbling unintelligibly to herself.

"We're good, Tsukishima. Don't worry about it," his boss assured. "But, I think it's best if you take her home, she doesn't look too good."

Yes, good call, that's one way to put it. Goddammit, this is too fucking embarrassing.

Pretty soon, the izakaya's owner approached the group amid the commotion, and with Tsukishima sincerely apologizing and swearing to pay for the damages, he also insisted on paying for the entire group's bill to compensate, but they turned down his offer, advising him and Y/N to get themselves home safely.

Tsukishima thought that the nightmare had ended; apparently, Y/N had more in store as she tapped his boss' shoulder, staring down at him in an attempt to look stern. "Hey sirrrr...can you lay off Tsukki sometimes? 'Cuzzzz...he comes home waaayyyy too late and we barely have enough time to get down and dir-"

"NOOO!" Tsukishima cried out in horror, completely and utterly humiliated as he scrambled to clamp his hand over Y/N's mouth in an attempt to salvage what's left of both of their dignities. However, the force caused her to stagger, her unruly arm knocking over a bottle of sake atop the table. Tsukishima was unable to do anything as he hopelessly watched it topple over, the liquid spilling and trickling down on his boss' lap as he felt every ounce of his life force drain out of his body.

God, if you're listening, then please...I don't care how you do it, but I beg of you...just kill me now.

*****

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Y/N wailed and buried her face in a pillow, unable to bring herself to look at Tsukishima as he unveiled the horrific experience he and his co-workers went through due to her drunken stupor. To say that she was embarrassed was a complete understatement; she was mortified, and it definitely was not an ideal first impression as she mourned for her long gone dignity. "Just kill me, please!"

Tsukishima was practically seething with rage at this point, wishing that the night before had just been a nightmare, yet it was nothing but a cruel reality. "You're embarrassed? How the hell do you think I feel? I lost count of the number of times I had to apologize before I hauled your drunken self home! You literally went crazy, Y/N! How careless, especially knowing that you can't handle alcohol well!"

She deserved to be scolded. Y/N lifted her head from the pillow and looked up at him, her eyes prickling with tears as she wallowed in her shame. "Kei...I'm so sorry. You're right, I was careless and I embarrassed you in front of your co-workers. I really didn't mean to! Oh my god...what if you got fired-" It must have been the after-effects of her hangover that made her an emotional mess as she felt tears running down her face, berating herself for acting in such a distasteful manner - in public and in front of his colleagues, at that.

Tsukishima deeply sighed to regain his composure. He settled down next to his lover on the couch, his hand rubbing across her back as he tried to calm her down. "Don't be ridiculous. I won't get fired over something like that, the boss isn't that shallow. He even called me up as soon as we got home to ask how you were doing."

At his gesture, Y/N bawled even harder, the tears streaming endlessly down her face. "I'm really sorry for ruining your night. I promise that I won't do it again."

"Y/N," Tsukishima began and tipped up her chin, locking his golden eyes with her puffy ones. "Look, I'm even more upset that you weren't being careful. I won't stop you from drinking, but you've got to be more aware of your own limitations. What if I wasn't there with you? What if you were alone and there was no one you trusted to take care of you?"

He's right, I'm such an idiot. I sure as hell won't be drinking anytime soon especially after last night's debacle!

She only managed a nod, sniffing profusely as she fished out her handkerchief to wipe her tear-stained face. "I'm so sorry, Kei. I swear that I'll be careful next time."

"You better be, you drunkard," he playfully retorted, the corners of his mouth subtly twitching upwards at how undeniably adorable she was being.

"So...you're not mad anymore?" Y/N inquired softly, looking up at Tsukishima with pleading eyes. While his earlier rage was now long gone, he did go through quite an ordeal, and he wasn't keen on letting her off the hook that easy as he wickedly grinned at her.

Oh, shit. I don't like that look.

"Sorry Y/N, but you're not getting off that easy. You did humiliate the both of us after all," he stated deviously, his smile widening at the uneasy expression on her face. "So for the next two weeks, you'll be doing all the household chores, and you're on bathroom cleaning duty for the entire month."

She sighed and nodded defeatedly. It was definitely a pain, but Y/N was resolute on serving her punishment to atone for what she did. However, she couldn't help but feel relieved since she had expected something way worse; doing all the household chores seemed quite tame in comparison to what she had imagined.

But then again, this was Tsukishima, and as he sensed her apparent relief, he laid out the pinnacle of her punishment, unable to fight off the sadistic grin on his face. "And, as soon as you're not hungover anymore, we'll be paying each of my colleagues a visit so you can sincerely apologize for what you did."

Y/N gawked at him, her heart dropping to her stomach. "C-come again?" He's not serious. He can't be...right? Right?!

"You heard me." Tsukishima was dead serious. She knew that something was amiss with his household chores punishment; he may be her boyfriend, but he definitely was a sadistic bastard if he needed to be.

"NOOO!" She wailed, completely mortified at the prospect as she began hitting him with the pillow, her hangover being the least of her concerns. "Please Kei, anything but that! I'd rather not meet them again for the rest of my living days, so please!"

Tsukishima chuckled and stilled her movements, staring her down to show just how serious he was. "Well, that just means that this punishment is befitting, right? At least now you'll think twice before letting yourself get wasted again. This will be a good learning experience for you."

Y/N knew that there was no other way to escape from her upcoming predicament. Completely at a loss, she only managed to shoot Tsukishima the harshest glare that she could muster. "Fine. If it will make you happy, you sadistic bastard."

Knowing that he had emerged victorious for this round, he let out a carefree laugh and planted an affectionate kiss atop her disheveled hair. "I appreciate it. Now, let's get that hangover treated real quick."

[cursedcursingviking]

Blush And Blue - A Tom Hiddleston fanfic

Chapter: One-shot

Word count: 4000

Warnings/Tags: smut, teasing, choking, mild BDSM, 

Summary: Diana works as a photographer’s assistant and happens to be working on a photoshoot starring none other than Tom Hiddleston. A scarf is put to good use. This was a request from @alexakeyloveloki on Tumblr - might I add, the sweetest request I have ever gotten. To write a fic, following her prompt, for the dear @dianamolloy, in celebration of her birthday. Happy birthday, dear Di! May you have many more to come!

Read on AO3, or here on Tumblr, under the cut. 

Blush And Blue

“A little up,” the photographer directs, and Diana moves the light reflector just slightly to make the model’s features stand out sharper. The high cheekbones and straight nose leading to his strong brows, much more agile and expressive than what his current stern demeanour lets on. 

She knows who he is - of course. You don’t have to spend more than a few minutes on Tumblr to know his name. Every so often it reappears in mainstream media as well, usually along with news regarding the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but also the occasional indie movie, theatre production, or award show. 

Spend a little more time on the godforsaken pun-filled website that Tumblr is, and you will learn why his adoring fans love him so much. His sharp suits, matching his aforementioned cheekbones. His curls, whether they are black, brown, red or blonde. The way he talks about the things he loves, full of energy and passion. The way he moves his hands when he does anything at all. Comments flood the site, in all levels of praise. Everything from ‘he speaks so softly and sweetly, he seems so thoughtful!’ to ‘that look gives me daddy-vibes.’ 

Tom Hiddleston.

And now, after spending the better half of the day inches from him, Di can tell it’s all true. He had arrived ten minutes early and properly introduced himself to everyone on the set of the shoot, including Di, the photographer's assistant. 

He has to change his outfit for the fourth time, but he doesn’t complain as Di ushers him to the changing room. 

“Was it the navy one, Jamie?” she calls to the photographer, who answers approvingly, and Di continues to carefully put the grey suit jacket Tom just shed on a hanger, before handing him the deep blue one. She doesn’t realise she stares as he puts it on, and even if she knew, she wouldn’t be able to help it. His icy blue eyes become just that much more piercing with the addition of an intricately patterned pocket square with azure highlights, and a tie to match. 

His eyes lock on hers awaiting something, but when she doesn’t react, he raises his brows and gives a cheeky asking smile, puncturing her bubble. 

“Sorry,” she excuses herself as she hands him the matching blue trousers and mumbles. “It’s just… it suits you. Blue suits you,” she ends her short ramblings with a determined nod and smile, and he returns it. 

“You too. I love the scarf!” he says and mindlessly licks his lips as his eyes gloss over her blue silk scarf and down her full figure, before he disappears behind the makeshift changing screen, giving him a small bit of privacy on the relatively open set. 

Diana has stopped in her tracks. She just got a compliment from Tom Hiddleston, the one, the only Tom. Fucking. Hiddleston. She stares emptily into the screen he disappeared behind, seeing nothing for her eyes, only her mind. She replays the way he looked at her - how his eyes pierced into hers when she complimented him, and how they lingered at her full lips on their way down her body, once again stopping ever-so-slightly at her chest to take in the view of her full bust. 

That is another thing you will learn on Tumblr. Tom Hiddleston loves boobs. A multitude of gifs will tell you just that, as he continues to linger by them, big and small, as he licks his lips in that way he has to know causes several fangirls to have heart attacks. 

Yet another rumour about him Di has gotten confirmed, judging by the way he stared at her. Calling it lustfully would be rude - perhaps desirably would be better? No, lustfully it is. Di pushes rudeness aside to make room for the truth, and asks herself the question millions of people worldwide would die to know. Does he fancy me? 

He steps out from behind the screen before she can linger in her thoughts, but as she gives him a once over to make sure he is in order for the next string of photos, her question is confirmed. The pants fit tightly over the bulge in his crotch, one there wasn’t there before - the grey pants, as well as the jeans and black trousers, he wore before, were all the same size as the blue ones he just donned, and though a certain blog(tom-hiddlestons-crotch-shots) will let you know that pants usually fit him tightly in that area, this is more than the usual strain the aptly nicknamed ‘Hiddlesconda’ puts on the fabric concealing it. 

Yes. He does fancy me - desire me? Fancy, desire, want to fuck? How come that such a well-worded man always puts people at a loss of the same… she thinks as she walks in front of him, leading him back to where Jamie is fiddling with the settings on the camera, giving him a new view of her curves from behind. This time she can’t see how his eyes graze over her ass and thighs, and even if she could see his eyes, she would have no idea what was going on behind them. 

No idea, of how he imagines her naked. Maybe how sweet she would look in a loose t-shirt on a Sunday morning, barely covering her bare cheeks. Or maybe how gorgeous she would look tied down by her wrists and ankles, with red splotches sprinkled onto her skin from the crop in his hand. He plays around with the scenarios in his mind as he loses himself in his thoughts and the view of her - her full butt, bouncing so delightfully over her thick thighs as she walks in front of him, and her breasts, coming back into his view as she turns to the photographer to say something he doesn’t really register, until he realises - oh shit, I’ve been staring! Quickly, he turns his attention back to work, though with the odd thought pushed in here and there in the hopes of calming himself down. 

“Okay, Tom,” Jamie says, “If you go stand by the chair, we’ll start from there. Can you give me that brooding stare from before?” 

Tom does as he’s told, and puts on his best dom face - even though Jamie didn’t explicitly ask for him to look ‘dom-ish’, Tom has learnt through the years that when photographers and directors ask for a stern look, they want the same eyes that he uses to make submissive girls’ knees buckle. He stares at the camera as if he had given it one rule for their evening out, and it had broken it anyway on purpose. As Jamie tells him to move around the set, Tom’s eyes land on Di again, for only a moment. He’s still in the zone with the furrowed brows, and accidentally gives her the same stare he just gave the camera. 

Her deep eyes flutter and her soft cheeks blush - did he have to look at her like that?! Now, she is about as flustered as he was when he walked behind her. She struggles not to stare as she holds the reflector to put him in the best light. 

He moves around as directed, leans against a countertop, sitting by the table, does different poses, but Jamie isn’t satisfied. It feels like something is missing. 

“You need some kind of prop,” Jamie muses. “Something in your hands… Di! Can he borrow your scarf?” 

Jamie’s proposal catches her a little off guard as it breaks her bubble. “Sure,” she manages to get out, as she puts down the equipment she holds and takes off the blue piece of silk. 

Tom walks over and gently takes it from her hands, his fingers lightly grazing over hers and sending shivers down her spine, as he gives a small smile. “Thank you, Darling,” he says in a smooth voice, sending the shivers back up through her body. 

Time passes as he plays around with the scarf and Jamie captures countless images. Di tries her best to split her focus between her work and Tom’s long fingers tangling up in her scarf and mind, until both are broken by the careful voice of the other assistant, who holds the diffuser. 

“Um, Jamie?” he asks, “You promised we would be done at four, and it’s four fifteen already. I promised to pick up my mum from the airport…” 

Jamie’s palm collides with his forehead. “Of course, Sean. Sorry! Let’s wrap up now,” he apologises, but the young man shakes his head. 

“No no, don’t worry,” he says, not wanting to frustrate his boss. Not that Jamie is ever mean to them, but Sean is young and new in town, and about as anxious as a fawn caught without its mum, and Di can tell he wants to leave.  

“Hey, if you really need to go, I’ll stay behind and clean up,” she offers, and his eyes light up. 

“Thank you so much, Di!” He gleams as he runs to grab his backpack and rushes to hug her tightly. Slightly surprised, Di hugs back the scrawny boy with a motherly smile, before he flashes her a childlike smile full of thanks and runs out of the studio. As he lets go, Di’s eyes meet Tom’s face. She can’t tell if he’s still ‘in character’ or if he has gotten possessively jealous of the young boy hugging her.

“I’ll see you next week!” Sean shouts to Jamie, whose focus is turned on the camera. 

“See you!” he shouts back without taking his eyes from the small screen in front of him. 

Tom’s kind tone is back as he walks over to Jamie. “Did you get everything you need?” he asks, and Jamie finally peels his eyes away from the photos. 

“Yeah, now I just need to edit them and send them off to the magazine,” he muses his to-do list and scratches his hair in worry.

Di knows why - If there is something Jamie always complains about, it’s how little time he has to edit. And how difficult it is to boil down hundreds of pictures to around twenty to fit in the magazines. “Do you need me to stay behind again?” she offers, and Jamie frowns apologetically. 

“But you already have all Sean’s equipment and the clothes,” he worries. “I’ll stay and help you clean up.” 

The headstrong woman changes her tactic. “When is your deadline?” For a moment, one might have thought she was the boss. 

“Sunday night,” he sighs. Tom has gone to change back into his own clothes. 

“Go home and start editing,” Diana insists. “I’ll pack down our stuff and get the clothes to the dry cleaner. The studio said they’ll take care of the props.” 

Jamie gives in with a relieved sigh. “Thank you so much, Di.”

“No problem,” she assures, as she begins to pack down the diffuser and the reflector in their shared bag. Jamie takes the memory card from the camera, grabs his computer bag, and heads for the door, with the promise that he’ll see her next week. Di returns it. 

She stares around the empty set before picking a place to start. In the corner of the room, she unplugs the electrical cord that powers the umbrella and the bigger collapsable lightboxes and begins to coil it up, before methodically moving on to put everything carefully into their suited box. 

She’s almost done when Tom emerges from behind the changing screen. She’s standing bent over, trying to force the lightboxes into their cases, giving him quite the view. 

Fuck, she’s hot standing like that… he snaps out of his trance when she finally manages to zip the case closed and stands up. “Your scarf,” he says in that tone that’s the perfect mix of gravelly and smooth - like velvet, millions of small, soft bumps becoming unified in the most expensive of ways. 

She goes to take the silk scarf from him, but he wraps it delicately around her neck, startling her and making her blush. 

“Red suits you too, I see,” he says and winks - winks - as he brushes two fingers playfully over her rosy cheeks. 

The mix of nervousness, flatter and strange comfort under his touch, breaches her defences from the inside, and she can’t help but laugh. “Well, I wore blue today, and you’re definitely messing up my outfit!” she complains ironically. 

Tom takes his time to give her a once over, once again. Her blue eyeshadow matches the scarf perfectly and makes her eyes stand out. Something inside of him wants to ruin her well-thought-out colour scheme, and see her flushed red and panting underneath him. “Can I mess it up a little more?” he challenges. 

Di bites her lip. Does he have to be that attractive while asking that? “Well, I’m kind of in the middle of cleaning up, so minimal mess is preferred,” she manages with a wink and goes back to her work, picking up the suitcases full of camera equipment. 

“Is that a no, or are you playing hard to get?” he asks sincerely, wanting to give her an out or - hopefully - get a green light. 

“I’ll cut you a deal. How about you help me carry this down the hall, and come figure it out for yourself?” 

“Whatever you say, Darling,” he chuckles and takes the cases from her hands, definitely brushing his over hers on purpose. 

One trip down the stairs, and one trip up, later, they’re back to pack down the suits, when Di decides to challenge him back. 

“So, are pants always this tight over the crotch on you?” she asks with a playful squint as she holds up the navy blue pants in front of her. 

“I think it’s my turn to cut you a deal, now,” he squints back. “Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours. Was it a no, or hard to get?” 

She chuckles and stares him down. “Hard to get,” she confesses with parted lips, making Tom hum in approval. 

“Yes, always that tight, when looking at such a pretty woman,” he says teasingly. 

“God, how do you manage?” she teases as she zips up the suit cover around the last set and picks up the hangers. “Ready to go?” 

“Absolutely,” is all he says as he goes to hold the door open and she slips out under his arm. 

She’s done loading the suits in her car when she turns to face him. “So, where are you heading?” She asks. 

“My hotel.” 

“Need a ride?” She asks with a smile and an arched brow, as she slips into the driver's seat. Tom follows suit and opens the door in the passenger's side, slips in and thanks her. 

They drive to the dry cleaner, and Di drops off the suits. Back in the car, she starts the motor again and drives towards the address Tom gave her. Sitting in the hotel’s underground parking lot, he looks at her again, with a playful and lusting grin. 

“So,” he begins. “Could I make you blush a little more?” 

“Try me,” she challenges with parted lips and leans closer, even though she is fairly sure her cheeks are already bright red. 

Tom stares at her full lips as he leans in to kiss her. He starts slowly by softly pinching her lips with his, but soon, he lets a dominating hand hold her jaw in place as he deepens the kiss, his tongue lightly grazing hers, before biting her - not too hard, but not lightly either. A red mark is left as he pulls away to look at her again, although it fades quickly. His eyes are full of hunger, hunger for her body against his. He asks her to come up to his room with him, and leads her carefully with a hand on her back, now that they’re not in private. Inside the elevator, he lets go of her again, only to press her against the wall and kiss her again, until a ‘ding’ alerts them that they have arrived. 

The possessive hand is on her back again, as he leads her down the hall to his room. The door gets unlocked and pushed open in a heartbeat, and once it clicks close again, his lips find their way back to hers. 

She moans as he licks his lips and his tongue flicks over her sensitive skin again. 

“I love it when you moan,” he says, as he leads her walking backwards to the bed in the middle of the suite and sits her down. “Can I?” he asks carefully, as he tugs her shirt upwards, but she’s one step ahead of him as she lifts it over her head. 

Tom chuckles to himself. “Not so hard to get anymore,” he teases. 

“Well, your pants are getting awfully tight, so,” she gives back and places a comparably small hand over his large bulge, making him groan. 

He pushes her to lay down on her back and crawls between her legs, before he kisses her again. All while fiddling with the zipper and button of his pants, and once he gets them opened, he pulls back and shuffles them off. He returns to his spot, but this time, he puts his hands on her breasts and squeezes them up, as he buries his face between them, alternating between sucking and kissing. 

Di tries to take off his shirt, and he lets her by pulling back a bit. Now his naked chest is against her bra, and he wraps his arms around her to unhook it, before moving his hands down her sides and tugging her pants off. 

Soon after, they’re both naked, and he’s back between her legs, this time eating her out. 

How did we get here? Di catches herself thinking as Tom’s tongue makes her moan and squirm with every lick along her nether lips. He laps closer and deeper to her entrance and pierces her with his agile tongue. She gasps loudly and buries her fingers in his curls, making him chuckle in self-satisfaction and pat himself on the back internally. He nips her tender skin, making her yelp, and moves up her body with a trail of kisses over her stomach and breasts to her neck and jaw. He adopts her style and tangles a hand in her hair, as the other takes over where his mouth was making her whole body tremble before. Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside of her, while he tightens the grip on her scalp. He doesn’t fail to notice how she closes her eyes and opens her mouth in pleasure, through a silent moan. 

“Look at me.” The order is firm and direct, but spoken in a soft voice, which continues once she obeys. “God, you’re gorgeous, Di,” he praises. “Lying so sweetly beneath me, lips apart, unable to speak just by the flick of my hand.” With that, he pushes his fingers further into her, pressing the pads against her spasming walls, and she draws in a sharp breath and struggles to get her words aligned properly. How the hell did he know?! 

God, how does one ask Tom Hiddleston to fuck one, when one can’t speak? Di puts one hand on either of his wrists, stopping him in his movements for long enough to form a coherent sentence. “Please, Tom, I want you inside me,” she asks. 

He hums darkly and kisses her jaw. “Beg for it.” 

Asshole. The thought passes through her mind quickly before she gathers her focus again and begins begging. “Please, Tom, fuck me. I want y- I need you inside me. Please, jus…” 

He cuts her off with a hand on her throat, making it harder for her to speak. The fingers lodged in her centre notice how wet she suddenly is as she clenches around him. “What was that, Darling?” 

“Please, Tom,” she manages with her last breath of air. “Fuck me.” 

He hums in approval and lets go of her throat again, before stroking his hard cock quickly and he aligns his length with her entrance and pushes in, stretching her inch by inch. His eyes are on her face, reading her reactions and seeing her deep red blush. “Such a lovely colour,” he muses and catches her lips again in another kiss. 

Di feels herself practically melt under his touches. The patient and steady pumps of his hips against hers, the hand that has ventured to her breast, and his lips against hers. She doesn’t get to wonder where his other hand went before it returns to her neck with something soft and cool. 

He doesn’t move his lips from hers, as he, for the second time that day, wraps her scarf around her neck. He crosses it on the front of her neck and gathers the loose ends in his hand behind her head, so he can control the tightness by simply tugging and letting go of the blue silk. 

He pulls back when he feels her stiffen ever so slightly. “Tell me if you need me to stop,” he insists sincerely with caring eyes, and she nods and relaxes again. 

With her eyes closed, everything feels stronger and more intense - how his cock presses against her sweet spots, how his hand holds her hips steadily, how his breathing sounds slightly shallow and strained, and how he slowly tightens the scarf around her neck. She feels herself let go of control as her lungs keep filling with and letting go of air - oxygen gets transferred to her veins, but her blood gets slowed down by the constricting fabric before it gets to her head. Her thoughts are non-existent, as all her mind cares for now is keeping her breathing steady and the feeling of Tom touching her. Nothing matters anymore, as all she feels, all she senses, is her body and Tom’s against hers. 

He keeps a careful eye on her, as he tries hard not to give up control of himself and give in to the warm silky velvet of her. He steadily increases his pace and the pressure around her neck. Moans barely escape her anymore, but he can tell she gets closer to her climax. One of her hands is wrapped tightly around the wrist of his hand holding the scarf and her breaths seem to go somewhere deeper in her stomach. 

He slowly lets go of the scarf, letting her blood flow fast and freely again. For a moment, she is dizzy, but seconds later her senses are back at full force, as he has sped up his pace, and is practically pounding her into the mattress. His teeth are gritted as he presses his chest closer into hers and kisses her again. 

Her defenses are already long gone as she moans into his lips. She feels herself get closer to not being able to take anymore. The pressure deep in her abdomen and sex is overflowing and her back buckles, pushing her closer to him. His free hand has moved to pinch, squeeze and twist her breast and nipple in sweet torture as he keeps rolling his hips into hers. 

Right as she reaches her climax, he tightens the scarf again, cutting off her thoughts and concentration, and sends her over the edge gasping for something to hold onto, as she spasms against him and pulls him over with her. 

She keeps arching her back as he rolls his hips slowly the last few times, ridding them both of the last traces of physical orgasmic bliss, and loosens the blue silk, letting her think to talk again. 

Panting heavily, they steady themselves, and Tom puts two fingers under her chin, making her look at him. “Lovely colours,” he smiles at the blushed blue wearing woman and places her sweet kiss on her smiling lips, making her melt into his warmth again for what feels like the hundredth time that day, and she hopes it won’t be the last. 

In loving memory of the blog tom-hiddlestons-crotch-shots.

[hardlylo]

holding onto you

synopsis: in which y/n and ben talk about life

warnings: fluff??? feelings. f!reader

note: starting out my ben journey with some serious fluff bc why not? feedback is always welcome! word count: 1358

tag list: i don’t have one yet but feel free to message me to be added !!

the crisp english air blew through the night, leaving the faint smells of growing flowers as it passed over y/n’s skin. the back porch was her favorite spot. it was a place she could escape to when she needed some air. a place to sit, listen to the crickets, and contemplate about whatever came to mind: usually work, life, and ben. it was a serene environment, giving her the calmness of night after dealing with the business of the day. 

goosebumps rose onto her skin as she gently rubbed her hand over her arm, trying to create frictioned heat. as if on cue, ben appeared from the glass door, sweatshirt in hand. he made his way over to the y/hc, taking a seat next to her on the porch swing. his arm automatically wrapped over her shoulders, something he was so used to doing. “figured you’d be cold.” he murmured, placing the garment on her lap.

y/n hummed in response, pulling the woolly clothing over her body. the goosebumps subsided instantly, her body grateful for the warmth. “i was actually just thinking of how chilly the wind was.”

ben nodded with a soft smile, bringing his hand to softly run through her hair nonchalantly. “what are you even doing out here, sweets?” he questioned.

“just thinking.” y/n stated with a shrug of her shoulders. a lot seemed to be happening through the month. numerous friends’ engagement, wedding, and baby announcements fluttered through social media. it was as if everyone’s lives were reaching new heights and levels while y/n’s remained stationary. not that she wasn’t happy with her situation: an adoring boyfriend, gorgeous shared home, sweet little frankie, and a career on the rise. but the hope of more always sat in the back of her mind.

“about what exactly?” he quizzed, lightly tapping her nose with his pointer. “it must be serious. feels like you’ve been out here for ages.”

y/n giggled, letting her head come to rest on his shoulder, nose nudged under his chin. “have i ever told you you’re over dramatic?” she mused. “ ‘m just thinking about all these bridesmaids dresses i’ll be paying for.”

“who’s getting married now?” he asked. for the two years that ben and y/n had been together, he had quickly come to know her circle of friends. she didn’t think so, but he actually paid attention to her daily gossip gabbing. it was one of his favorite parts of the day. y/n making dinner for the night, pacing around the kitchen while she spewed all the drama of the day. who said what, who slept with who, who cussed out who. he held on to every word, throwing in comments here and there just to see how riled she would get. 

y/n huffed, a small pout on her lips. “jane and danny.” it wasn’t that she disliked the two, or that she wasn’t happy for them. but, the other two had only been together for a very short time. y/n never expected them to get engaged so quickly-let alone before her and ben. she couldn’t help but feel the pang of jealousy deep in her stomach. she wasn’t one to rush-it was never her intention to make ben feel as if he had to propose by a certain time frame. but it was such a high hope in y/n’s life goal to marry ben-she just couldn’t wait for the time to come.

“well good for them!” ben chuckled, pulling y/n away from his shoulder to see her expression. his hand caressed her cheek, thumb lightly running up and down. “you don’t seem too happy though.” 

“oh no!” y/n quickly exclaimed, her eyes widening in the glow of the porch light. “I am happy for them! don’t get me wrong. i know jane will have a fantastic wedding.”

ben cocked his head to the side, a quizical smirk on is lips. “then what is it? you’re terrible at hiding your expressions, muppet.” 

she sighed, a blush creeping to her face. “it’s nothing-” y/n swore with a shake of her head. “it’s really stupid, actually. i shouldn’t even feel this way. i mean i have no reason to. nothing’s wrong or seems to be wrong. and i hate being that person-y’know? but ugh-god-”

the blonde pressed his forehead to hers, laughing at her anxious ramblings. “sweet heart, y/n, you’re rambling a mile a minute. just tell me what it is-you know i never judge you.”

y/n’s pout grew bigger, her eyes flicking up to look directly into his. she pulled away, bringing his hand down from her face to intertwine with her. “do you ever see us getting married?”

ben sat in silence for a moment. a few answers flew through his mind. of course this was something he had thought of before. it was something he had been thinking of since their six month anniversary. his head fell back with a hearty laugh, his hand squeezing hers. “are you joking?”

her pitiful stare answered his question. the wrinkles on her forehead beginning to appear from her small grimace. “of course i’m not joking.” she huffed. 

“love,” he started, leaving a kiss to her hand. “do you really think i’d move my entire life to be with you if i hadn’t already thought of marrying you? we share a house together-a dog, a bed, cars, everything. i’ve met your family, you’ve met mine. i come home to you every single day. i’ve seen you sick, healthy, happy, sad. i’ve thought about the whole marriage thing for a while now.”

y/n’s heart fluttered, pulse slightly racing. the idea of remaining with one single person for the rest of her life was something that used to terrify her. two lives completely intertwined with each other. she was an absolute anxious mess when ben had asked her to move in. he would see her at her most vulnerable moments. but it did nothing but solidify the fact that she wanted ben through every moment of her life: wedding, first child, every birthday and holiday, everything. “you really mean that?”

“of course i do,” he mused. “but, i want it to be a freaking surprise!” they laughed together, hands still clasped together. “i’m sorry, but at this point you’re stuck with me. we’ll get there someday. you’ll never see it coming though, but it will. someday. hopefully sooner rather than later.”

yn let out a hum of a sigh, the nauseous feeling in her stomach subsiding. “i’ll take that.”

“you better.” ben jokingly threatened, letting go of her hand to stand up from the porch swing. 

his hand held out to her, “let’s get inside, poppet. it’s freezing out here and i’m pretty sure your little reality show comes on soon.”

y/n let him pull her from her seat, her legs aching from where she sat so long.”you know me so well, jones.”

“well i have to! i can’t let you miss out. i know how badly you’re wanting to see who gets the final rose. you’ve only been talking about it for weeks.” he chuckled, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“oh my god! do you really think luke will get it? i swear he’s such a chump i honestly don’t know how he made it so far.” she began to ramble again, practically pulling him towards the glass sliding doors.

ben followed along amusingly, adoring the excitement in her voice. “i hope he wins.” he teased, trying his best to rile her up.

y/n pulled the door open with a huff, her eyes rolling at his comment. before she could step foot into the warmed house, she felt ben stop behind her. she looked back, glancing at his moonlit face.

“i love you, you know that?” he grinned, his eyes glowing with nothing but love and adoration.

“i love you too, benny.” y/n cooed, a small smile playing on her lips. “now come on! i can’t believe i’m going to miss it because you’re being such a sap.”

ben closed the doors behind him, letting out a howl of a laugh. “i’m the sap? whatever you say, my love, whatever you say.”

[lcnguor]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon?  — Since she is an OC with her own lore I would say pretty much . Of course there are some heres and theres and she changed a lot from the first time I dragged her out of the void of my head . I originally wanted to make more of a gag character but ended up taking too much of the screen if I’m honest . but of course , since there is many other lores and crossovers are a must , some things change once or twice .

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  Nora is a mentor character , supportive and most likely to be the ace under the sleeve like a Kisuke Urahara from Bleach or Sinbad from Magi --- you know there’s something fishy but there is a charm that even thought they are slidding in the background for the main character , their relevance is vast . As a mentor characters , she would often help with insight , understanding of complex things , giving moral lessons and giving others a sense of security whilst also making sure to throw hints about a doubious nature . Keeping a character around her to keep their feet on ground while never shooting down their hopes and dreams .

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  She is not approachable unless you have enough guts to -- perhaps even looks intimidating or hard to come up with something plausible to make the meeting more natural . And honestly , she looks like a mainstream angst character at first glance --- even I myself believe this and start having second thoughts ... :laughs:  

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  An old project I had archived in my closet of memories (?). She was the main , nameless character of a journal about , well , her and the emotions she had to deal with in the everyday . I will be seriously honest ... it was a self insert :blushes: after all it was like a personal journal I was doing on my darkest days . But after that , she became Sable -- the first character on her own -- who also served as a mentor ( but the story was much more dark , seriously ) and then just came to this . I even used the pre-prototype name lol . The idea was to put the whole story into a RPG pixel game or a short comic series where she ( Sable ) and the protagonist would wander around a city called “Nobody’s Home” , a place were people with “thats” ( what now are called Stalkers ) got dragged into and either confront their emotions and solve / comes in terms with them or get eaten by them ( a metaphor for suicide or dead by mental illness ) . The story was more or less about Sable teaching Nona ( the genderless protagonist ) about different mental states , issues and others and helping people solve them so they can return to the real world . Needless to say , the story ends with Nona returning after coming in terms with their condition ( funnily enough , the protagonist had a bunny shaped emotion ) while on the other hand Sable stayed behind along with her closest friend , who she question why he keeps being around if he could return himself , to what he replies he doesn’t want to leave her alone esp since she can no longer return --- hinting Sable committed suicide but by sheer will power remained there to help others to deal with what she couldn’t . Voez , the friend I mention , is even Victor from her current lore . Haha , I like recycling I guess . When I came with Nora , it was mostly to kill time and altered her base story a bit since the original plot was way to close up to make an interaction .

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  How well received she became , I know it sounds a bit ... uh , bad . But I honestly never expected people to like her . heck I even have my doubts about myself liking her haha . plus I know it’s not easy to deal with a character with a somewhat meta power ... I still struggle from time to time but I’m managing and having the support I have atm is something that keeps me going . I love plot a shit lot . I love to come up with ideas with others . To expand what I already have . besides , there is so much I haven’t write down yet that is about her lore but I’m a bit insecure yet . I guess I’m too used to forums where everyon follows a general plot haha ... old habits die hard .

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / 50-50

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO, I HATE DRABBLES.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES/ NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO / .... UHHHH

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / HAHA NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES VERY MUCH A LOT / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  I haven’t got any so far --- which honestly surprises me because well ... there is so much that can bother people . as I said , I received a lot of support and praise , which also surprises me haha ... I won’t deny I would love to hear what people think , even if I later end up riding the anxiety train to the moon but it’s also a way to grow up , I believe . god ... I sound like nora Uu

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  I absolute love this and need this . It comes easier for me to make a 20 word pages of information about stuff if I’m asking specifically about it . even add explanatory drawings with it lolol since I’m kinda bad with words . besides , showing me interest on a character would just fire the heck out of me to keep going . I mean , everyone likes to get some curiosity and a chance to develop more their characters , canon or not .

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  I would for sure . I’m not smart and I actually do a shit ton of research --- but even so I can miss a lot of shit people would say <nah that’s not how it works> and that would be helpful as heckie . but of course , needing the why also would tell me if the person disagreeing is doing it with a solid ground or just because they are being a piece of crap . I’m really tired of tumblr mentality and shitty people who aren’t mature enough to act decently .

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  you cannot like everyone or have everyone like you either . I don’t really care much ... esp since nora is an original character . if it constructive critisism , okay -- I will take it , but gimme a solid reason other than “ your character is / is not ... “ and then give a crappy critique because she doesn’t fit your agenda or standards .

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  you are fucking free to unfollow me and ignore me for the rest of your life . I really don’t get the point of hating on the internet just because and keep promoting your hate just to be a pain in the ass .

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  I fucking wrote in my rules that people are even fricking free to fix my grammar and english because holy heck , even to this day I still do some ugly shit . I’m dumb , help ...

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, kinda . I take everything with water . whenever it’s of ideology , people as it is , characters ... I am quite tolerant and try to keep the “okay this person thinks this way , fine .” but as long as nobody crosses the line where they try to spoil it for me or others , I get super bitter . I love OOC , getting to know the one behind the character makes me feel more secure about coming to them and just rambling about plots and hcs and whatever idea got in my mind . but if I see someone and , forgive me god for misjudging , see them as a person that will put me on my nerves -- I won’t even try . as for the friends I have and those who don’t know me as much ... I am obnoxiously sporadic and have a lot of ups and downs very often . one day I could be talking 100 words per second others I will just take a fucking week to respond . honestly , I had mined my social skills for two years plus several other irl stuff previous to that , so I’m always a bit too anxious around people , esp people I REALLY like . I’m insecure as heck , if someone is vague ( just because , idk , it was a lazy day for them ) I think at least 10 different reason why probably that person hates me now . I’m a bit dumb 26 year old baby .......... but I’m very aware that is completely on me . I’m a mess.......  so , what was the question again ??? ... I , yeah ... it’s a kinda . but I try , at least haha.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by:  @skyvar​ herself Tagging: y’all , cowgirls and cowbois . i hate tagging bc i forget urls :finger guns:

[dcarhcarts]

This.....is the 1000th post on this blog, and I definitely waited until that could be true to post it, and that’s honestly? Very fitting. Seriously, you guys are a m a z i n g and I have literally never done a milestone before so I can’t tell you what it’s supposed to look like?? But we’ve somehow Miraculously (tm) managed to reach 100 followers and - anyway, this is going to be me very unprofessionally gushing about everyone because....I love you all and you’re all amazing aaaaaa. I’m??? Literally so blessed to have made friends and write with all of you. Y’all with multiple blogs, I’m only tagging once so I don’t spam your feed ok? And - as usual, this is going to get Long, because everything I do gets Long apparently. I tried to do it chronologically but IDK how well it worked oops.

THE LOVES OF MY LIFE, THE SUN IN MY EYES, MY MOON AND STARS

@ccrrupticn  / D!!!! you are?? literally the reason I made this blog?? Without you, this thing would n o t mcfreaking exist omg!! You’re such an amazing writer (seriously, you manage so many muses and you give them all such distinct voices??? witchcraft???) and also so ???ridiculously kind! I love gushing to you about our Kids and you’re honestly A Saint (tm) for dealing with all of my blog construction/life related breakdowns, my crazy crossover headcanons and crashing into your inbox rambling about musicals <3 I miss talking to you so hmu whenever you come back if you want!!

@personnages /  Lynna!! You’re like an Actual Angel. I think you were the first person!! who talked to me??  And You were So Nice and Welcoming that you literally soothed half of my fears coming into rpc like immediately?? You basically helped me figure out how diminutives work and you’re responsible for me adding at least 3 of my muses and I cannot tell you how much I love you and every time you pop onto my dash/feed/discord/etc, it just makes me happy inside <3 Definitely 100000% will follow you to every blog (if you’ll have me lmao) regardless of fandom!! i’m super excited about all of our ship/friendship roulettes and you’re just an absolute joy to talk to.

@nikolacvnas / LYDIA goodness you are a W O N D E R. Probably the best? Historically based blog I’ve ever encountered, and definitely one of my favorite parts of the Anastasia rpc!! The care and research and attention to detail that goes into your portrayals are a s t o n i s h i n g? Your Tatya is divine, your Maria is So Lovely and I Cry For Joy that you write Dima honestly. I’d been eyeing your blog for a little bit before I made my own - and I was honestly a little scared of you when we started cause you are a GODDESS and I am a potato, but then we talked??? and you’re hilarious and a ridiculously kind person and I love you? And of course, I love your dog (the cutest in the universe).

@mythostold / LESLIE~  Different blog, same story~ Man, I’ve been following you since maybe day two of this blog being active? No matter which fandom you end up in and which muse you write, you have such!! good!!! takes!!! For one, I love reading your meta posts??? Like you’re just so incredibly passionate about your muses?? And your writing style is so good aaaaaaa it’s so atmospheric. And on top of all of that - you’re??? such a sweet and incredible??? person??? And I love talking to you boo <3 

@lifeawoke  /  NAT BBYSWEET <3 <3 <3  I have told the story of how I did a victory dance when you followed me to d e a t h probably but it’s t r u e your writing is amazing and your blog is amazing and y o u are amazing! You are the Natasha to my Sonya, and literally every time you send me a musing I’m like immediate-goofy-grin-heart-eyes???? It’s honestly a crime we don’t have more threads but like you’re an absolute joy to talk to and meme with and I adore you/your portrayal of beautiful bratty Natasha even if she drives my Sonya up the wall <3 You are Definitely the Funny Mutual lololol I crack up so much talking to you <3

@valianceearned / CARP you’re an amazing person/writer and holy h e c k am I impressed by your OCs!! They’re all so well thought out and developed? Your bios are so detailed and so much love and care is put into all of your characters. And your writing is so Lovely and it’s also very aesthetically lovely like holy heck the amount of work you put into both the content and the formatting? I am agog, I am aghast!! 

@gearsandlevers / Callie!!!!! YOU ROUND ALL THE CORNERS I STRAIGHTEN THE CURVES!! love your kids so much. Your Violet is a delightfully clever and likeable kid, your Evan might have literally walked off the stage two seconds ago, and you’ve put so much thought into your cinnabon stoner Henry. Your dialogue is amazing and I love our headcanon sessions lobbing ideas back and forth with you!! 

@spareisms / HEY MAGGIE GUESS WHAT YOU’RE WORTH MELTING FOR!!  You’re like the sweetest person alive??? How are you an Actual Real Life Disney Princess?? Your Anna is so well characterized and multi layered and I love how she an be so flawed but so brave and just how human she is. I’m very excited for your Anne Shirley too!! You’re a great writer (and a super sweet person aaaa) and I love you!! 

@gcneralvaganov /  Deanna, I have just one question: How? Have we only known each other for like 2 months???? It feels like my dash would literally be incomplete without you??  You play such deeply complex and incredibly flawed muses with such a great depth of respect and humanity. I love all of our AUs (we.....probably have a dozen by now), our long fix-canon tangents, and....look the inevitable conclusion to this whole thing is that we should....basically just write Anastasia tbh???  You’re incredibly funny and kind and talented and I’m so glad I yeeted myself into your IMs that first time 2 months ago! I love you, I love your muses, (Dima and Anya love their Dumb Boyfriend), and I love writing with you! 

@ncvaflows / ALEXA YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND YOU. You??? Unlocked Ultimate AU Mode Ro and it’s like I c a n ‘ t stop?? First off, I cannot believe we literally own the same books and like the same barbie movies. How are we not literally the same person??  (Maybe w e ’ r e Anneliese and Erika lmao). Honestly from day 1 you’ve been so welcoming and lovely and I’m so glad we crashed into each other’s IMs yelling at top volume about random ya lit/movies/aus!! I adore literally all of your OCs (is everyone a b s o l u t e l y sure they’re not canon??? hmmmmm a Mystery)???? In the words of Li Shang, “You WRITE GOOD????” Anyway you’re amazing and I love you <3

WHILE IT’S DEFINITELY MY FAULT FOR BEING AN ANXIOUS BEAN WE REALLY NEED TO TALK MORE OFTEN CAUSE I LOVE YOU

@curtainrisen / Rebekah, dude, you’re a wonder. Your muses??? So diverse, and your voices for them? Super on the nose and amazing. I love your Helene and how human she is, and I really gotta toss more of my kids at you (Super excited for Duke!!). You’re real chill to meme with and I love talking/writing with you!!

@heartlosttravelers / Tor!! I love that you stan Raoul de Chagny So Hard ( the pure cinnamon roll boy deserves it honestly) and you’re super cool and great to talk to! All your muses are a m a z i n g and I always love the read when you pop up on my dash! 

@damerusse / Marie!! You’re hella chill. Your memes???? 10000000% actually legendary. Meming with you cracks me The Heck Up. Lily is forever the puppy dealer, that is all, thank you, gnight. Ok for real though - your Lily is pretty Legendary too and you really got all that Spark and Fire right down. You’re amazing, and I love stalking your threads on my dash!  

@lionhvrted / Fortune, my buddy my pal, we really be Out Here making Jane Austen plots even m o r e rom-com. Like. How did we manage that??? We might be literally magical lmao. We don’t have a ton of stuff going on at the moment but I love our dumb pining kids and I love the justice and humanity you give to your Caroline, and Fitzy loves his (future) wife.

@guvernantka / P R U E I already love our Exasperated Big Sis / Annoying Lil Sis / LITERALLY WHO EVEN ARE YOU YOU SMELLY DUMBASS LIL BRO IN LAW dynamic. You have the Best Sense of Humor (tm) and I’m always catching you when it’s like 12 in the morning here so I’m always cracking up silently in bed trying not to wake my roommies up. 

@anastcsie / I LOVE OUR ANGRY SMOL AND DIRTY TOL YOUNG-BUT-OLD MARRIED COUPLE AND THEIR OLDEST DAUGHTER NAMED MARIA ALREADY.  I love your Anya and how feisty and fiery she is (Dima, needless to say, loves his wife) and I love how chill (and hilarious!!) you are as a person. We do have a tendency to turn into angst monsters 24/7 but honestly that’s half the fun!! 

@asundrop / Polly!!!! ok so I know we haven’t really done anything w/ Raps (yet muahaha) BUT b o y was I hella excited when I found someone willing to yell about CDrama with me??? Thank you for being the Eternally Stoic/Always Annoyed Ancient God to my Tiny Dumb Fox Princess?? I love them and I love you (you’re hella cool) so there! 

@moretreasurewithin / KAAAATE goodness it’s only been a couple of days but I’m So Comfortable talking to you already? You’re just honestly really amazingly kind and I love screaming about Anastasia with you. We gotta get more going but I love your Dima and Maria Already (tm) and I love your sense of humor (here’s to torturing Dima with ties!!) and I can’t wait to get to know you better!

@annastrxng / AAAA somehow I managed to chat with you and then?? We never got anything going and it’s definitely mostly my fault cause of that High Anxiety (and also the fact that I got Immediately Busy) but you are literally So Nice and The Most Understanding and super great to talk to!! I hope we get something going in the future!! 

@soulcrossed / ROSE we have the same name I keep forgetting this lmao BUT ANYWAY. All your muses?? Amazing. You gotta throw more of them at me. Your Sophie?? Are you Actually Diana Wynn Jones in disguise?? I love our crazy au/headcanon sessions and I love/hate that you’re The Worst Enabler and I’m inevitably going to end up with the other two Hatter sisters on this blog lmao. 

I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU TON YET BUT HI!!! YOU SEEM CHILL!!

@alonecour / @steeledstark / @professor-of-predators / @sclskinn / @dulcettc / @volaticoux / @frxncaise / @argelfrasterr / @i-wrote-myway / @zharptiitsa / @villainsfall / @anyaromanovarp / @agoodandloyalrussian / @aliquisinter 

AND EVERY ONE OF Y’ALL AMAZING PEOPLE OUT THERE I’M ADMIRING SILENTLY FROM AFAR EVEN NOW BECAUSE I CHICKENED OUT OF TAGGING YOU LAST MINUTE CAUSE WHAT IF YOU’RE LIKE “LMAO WHO IS THIS WEIRDO TAGGING ME??” (p.s. this is 100000% permission to slide into my IMs/like a plotting call/etc. I honestly think y’all are hella cool and probably love you already)

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

But Everyone Calls Me “Dad:” Virgil (1/?)

Summary: It’s been a long day for all 4 Sides, but Morality’s paternal instincts hone in on his dark. strange son. Slightly hurt/comfort/angst and definite fluff ensues.

Word Count: 1608

Characters/Pairings: Patton, Virgil, Logan, Roman mentions of Thomas; Paternal/Platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Yelling, verbal fighting

Tags: @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @ssides @pantasticpanini @icecoldparadise  @cinquefoilelove @soft-blue-badger @hanramz-the-fander @silver-owl413 @misc-merde

Pt. 1 Roman

Pt. 2 Logan

Author's Note: Okay, a few things. I know I said Virgil would be last, and I hold to that, but I didn't consider names and all that in my other two chapters, so sorry not sorry. Everyone is nameless for the timeline's sake here because I actually decided to care, but Roman's definitely happened first. Logan's can be before or after Virgil. It doesn't matter too much. Regardless, I’d set this before the Personality Q&A video. Also sorry this is kind of a trope-y and overdone story line but i can’t help it it’s so cuuuute ugh

So, without further ado, here's Virgil's first time really calling Patton "dad."

"Ten. Hours." Anxiety ground out; he shot Creativity and Logic a pointed glare as all four Sides materialized in the MindScape, having just left Thomas to pursue some much needed rest.

"I can't comprehend the hostility toward me." Logic bit back, the space beneath his eyes taking on a slight blue-black hue. "It is the Creative Side who has mountains and mountains of ideas-"

"But you're supposed to reign him in!" Anxiety interrupted, venom in his tone. "That's why you spend all that time looking over his pages and pages and PAGES of scribbles!"

"Scribbles?! Hardly so!" The Prince interjected indignantly. "My plans and ideas are the foundation and cornerstone of all we do! Without me, Thomas's videos would be-"

"Shorter?" The Anxious trait smirked.

"Garbage. Gloomy. Boring." The Creative Side threw the other two Sides a look to beat satan before he turned and stalked toward his room. "I'm done here, with this, and with both of you!" He cried dramatically before vanishing into his own space.

"Thank god." Anxiety grumbled; he yawned and threw himself down on the Commons couch.

"Now, now." Morality rubbed at his eyes, mustering up his best smile. "I know it's been a long day for all of us-"

"Some of us." Anxiety snapped back, suddenly shrinking when he absorbed the hurt in the Paternal Side's eyes. "Sorry. All of us."

Sniffing, Morality reassured him, "It's okay, kiddo. We all just need some rest, and maybe a little time apart."

"Agreed." Logic cut in, rubbing the darkness from under his eyes and slowly sinking out of the room. "If either of you requires anything, try to solve it yourselves before summoning me. I believe it is time for an extension of what the Spanish call a "siesta.""

"Night, Logic!" The Moral Side called and waved, keeping that smile tacked to his cheeks even after the Logical Side was gone. "Well, I'm pretty sleepy, but I'd really like to watch a movie first. What do you say, kiddo? Will you join me?"

"Uh, sure." Anxiety scooted over to make some space on the couch. "What movie were you thinking?"

"I dunno! What sounds good to you, buddy?"

"Mmmm...." Anxiety rubbed his eyes. "Emperor's New Groove? That one's pretty funny."

"Ooo yeah that's a fun one!" Morality crooned, taking his place on the couch as the television screen came to life. "So, how are you doing, Anxiety?"

The Anxious Side kept his eyes fixed on the preview flashing in front of them. "What do you mean?" He replied evenly, trying to swallow the thickness in his throat.

"You just seemed a little touchier than usual today, is all. You even snapped at me and Thomas."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Anxiety apologized, curling into himself. "I'm just...tired, I guess. Princey's thrown out so many crazy ideas lately that it's stressing me out.” The Anxious trait’s voice rose noticeably in speed and pitch. “Thomas likes some of the ones that are just stupid and embarrassing, and it's been harder to keep him in check lately. He's been fighting me a lot but also needing me a lot, and I'm just worn ooooout." The Anxious Side yawned on the last word.

"Sounds like you've had a lot on your plate." Morality gazed at the other Side fondly but sadly, wishing he could help him.

"Yeah, but hopefully now that the next few videos are planned out, we can take a little break."

The Moral Side merely hummed his agreement in reply, turning to watch the movie as the familiar blue and white screen faded into view.

~

About twenty minutes in, the fatherly figure felt a weight slowly fall onto his shoulder, and he looked over to find Anxiety partially asleep, his eyes half open but his body relaxed, leaning into him. As soon as he made full contact, the Anxious trait's breath hitched, and he inhaled deeply, slowly moving to prop his heavy, exhausted body against the couch once again.

"It's okay, kiddo." The Moral Side whispered, lightly placing a hand on the other's arm. Normally, Anxiety would jump or recoil at the touch, but he was far too exhausted and drowned in sluggish sleepiness for his typical fight or flight responses to kick in. "You can lean on me if you want."

Sighing deeply, Anxiety fell back against the fatherly Side, and a barely audible, "Thanks, Dad," slipped past his lips, trailing along his heavy breathing as the Anxious one fell back into the lull of sleep. In just minutes, he was completely relaxed, his eyes sliding closed.

When he thought the other was asleep enough, Morality carefully wrapped an arm around the Anxious One's shoulders; he bit his lip when Anxiety stirred just a bit, inhaling and snuggling in closer. Morality couldn't help the broad smile on his cheeks and moisture in his eyes as he settled in against his dark son, allowing himself to fully relax as he turned his attention back to the film.

~

Morality, too, would fall victim to sleep halfway through the film, and in the morning, the other two Sides would find the pair fast asleep, Morality's glasses having fallen off his face and into his lap and Anxiety more peaceful than they'd ever seen.

~

Hours later, once they’d all had time to rest and recuperate, Morality would fix them all a hearty breakfast, and boy did he have a story to tell at the table.

"He WHAT?!" The Creative Side burst out into raucous laughter, much to the Anxious Side's chagrin.

"He finally called me, "Dad!"" Morality proclaimed, a broad grin fairly splitting his cheeks; he was so full of glee that he missed Creativity's obvious jest at Anxiety's expense.

"I don't get what the big deal is." Anxiety cut in through gritted teeth. "Surely I've called you that before."

"You have..." The Creative Side mused. "But usually sarcastically or as a joke. As far as I know, it's never been serious."

"But he has referred to you as his "son" on multiple occasions." Logic put in, sipping from a dark blue mug.

"Well, I-"

"It's okay, kiddo!" Morality smiled brightly at Anxiety, no trace of hurt in his voice. "I know I'm a little emotional and get attached pretty quickly, so I'm just glad I didn't overwhelm you or anything. You could say I’m pretty Pat-ernal!"

The Creative and Logical Sides stared at Morality for a long beat, wondering why on earth he looked so proud of that last statement; the Anxious Side stared at his plate guiltily.

"Aw, come on, Anxiety, you can't be upset with a precious puffball like Padre, over there."

"I'm not." Anxiety replied, brows raised in surprise. "I just wish I'd known this meant so much to you...I would've said it sooner..." He blushed as Morality erupted into a chorus of "Awwwwws" and Creativity burst out laughing again.

"You really aren't as hardcore as you try to pretend, are you, ?"

"Now, Creativity, be nice! I'd give our Anxiety, here, a hard score of 10/10!"

"That...that was bad." Logic rolled his eyes as Morality just giggled in return.

"Agreed, but he does his best, and we love him for that!" The Creative Side declared, jumping up from his seat. "Well, this has all been well and good, but I have more ideas to pursue! Thanks for breakfast, Padre!"

Logic and Anxiety both groaned, but the Prince had vanished before they could protest.

"Great, just when we recovered from his last bout of "genius."" Anxiety grumbled, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"It is who he is, Anxiety." Logic sighed, standing from his place, as well. "And the editor and streamliner of his boundless daydreams is who I am. Thank you very much for the nice breakfast, Morality." Logic granted the sweet Side the smallest of smiles. "But I must be off." The Logical Side sunk out, leaving Morality and Anxiety alone in the kitchen.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, kiddo." Morality whispered after a few beats of silence.

"It's okay." Anxiety replied quietly, fiddling with the sleeves of his hood. "I really shouldn't have waited so long. I mean obviously you're the father figure, so calling you "dad" is actually pretty natural. It started out as a joke kind of thing, but when I heard Princey call you it and saw how excited you got...I freaked out a little bit because I didn't know if I was ready for that yet. What "that" is I don't even know. I'm pretty good at misinterpreting things and making them messier than they are. Anyway," he blushed a bit when he realized he was rambling. "Thanks for breakfast, and thanks for taking care of me last night. Sorry again that I snapped at you."

"It's okay, kiddo." The father figure rose and took up the breakfast plates, smiling warmly at his dark, strange son. "Of course I forgive you."

"Thanks...so, I'm gonna go, too. Maybe sleep some more and prepare for whatever insanity Princey is gonna dish up next. I'll see you around, Dad."

"See you, kiddo!" Morality called, adding "I love you" as the Anxious Side vanished.

"I love you, too, Dad," the Anxious Side quietly called back right before disappearing into his realm.

Morality didn't even try to stop the hysterically happy giggle that escaped his lips. Turning back to the sink, the paternal Side hummed happily as he washed the dishes. He jumped when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist, but Morality laughed and relaxed into the tight but all too quick hug when he noted the black sleeves and chewed off finger nails. He really did love his dark, strange son.

Pt. 1 Roman

Pt. 2 Logan

All of my Sanders Sides fanfics

[adventhero-blog1]

OBLIGATORY 666 FOLLOW FOREVER // BIAS LIST.

when i made my first blog last year, i never  ( in a million years ) would’ve guessed i’d ever accumulate this number of followers. ever. with my on and off activity, n’ mass shitposting, i’m surprised i ever even surpassed 100. way more important than numbers, though, are the people who i’ve met & interacted with here, and who have inspired me -- or encouraged me to stick around, when i wasn’t feeling it.  ™

i’ve said it countless times -- & i’ll say it when i’m on my deathbed : i love cloud strife. he was the first muse i wanted to pick up, but i decided against it because he was already such a popular character and muse. finally making this blog back in october of 2016 wasn’t a mistake. despite being painfully awkward, i’ve met a ton of people ; some i speak to regularly, and others  ( -- my bad )  not so much. 

all the same  ( gross )  i appreciate everyone sticking around. ffvii has been a part of my life quite literally since the year i was born, and having some means of conveying how much it ( -- & cloud ) means to me is pretty therapeutic, n’ relaxing. i won’t ramble much more, anyhow. i’m not gonna tag most everyone in the list below, obviously, but i’ll make some mentions. the usual stuff, right ?  cloud voice: let’s mosey.

PEOPLE I’D LET PUNCH ME.

@adventson ; realises the irony of putting your url first under that title. c a s. you’re an evil nerd, but you’re pretty great. it’s obvious by now that i’m not great at talking to people, but you’re one of few i talk to pretty much every day & things never feel awkward. we can just fling songs, images, videos, quotes, headcanons, etc, back and forth and it’s chill. you’re chill. not to mention we share a lot of similar opinions about things. cool. your headcanons and responses are always really great,, p.s. stop pushing me down stairs.

@jjillekkot ; you’ll probably be mentioned in anything like this i post ever. nina is one of the best beans i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. 10/10 yuffie, and genuinely great human ( bean ) being. you're always sorta ... there, when i don’t feel great. even if we don’t talk consistently, it’s a lot more than we used to. i appreciate you for checking in on me, and just appreciate you in general. yuffie & cloud are wholesome and so are u. we’ll find rufus’ weakness, eventually.

@akamure ; jake ... another evil one. you’re pretty great, though. even if you do dig away at my ( already tarnished ) reputation with pretty much every ask you send. your serious ic stuff is goals, too. i’ll probably follow you across every blog you make, even if it does end with cloud or noct getting harassed via asks. it’d feel weird not seeing you on the dash or having you send cracky posts & asks my way at least every week or so. sorry, i don’t make the rules.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@reinfouru // @cetrafleuris ; i can’t believe i didn’t know you were the blog that’d been following me for a long time, prior to you following me on your aqua. i’ve always appreciated that you liked a lot of stuff i put effort into, and ever since i started actually talking to you, i’ve appreciated you more-so. you’re a great friend and person ( -- if it’s ok to say that ) and it’s nice being able to talk at our own pace, i think. it’s really appreciated that you put up with my rambling. your writing is also a+.

@aheroesdeath ; i'm pretty sure you’re gone now, but i wanted to include you here because over the period of time between my last follow forever & now i’ve still probably talked to you ooc, n’ maybe even interacted with ic more than most people. i really did enjoy our interactions together, and it was always fun discussing the boys ™ with you. i hope you at least feel more chill off of tumblr.

@atlasbcrn || @makoblue ; yet another person who is gone, but i wanted to say i really appreciate just ... seeing you’re still about on the dash, even if it’s in a fandom i know ( -- literally ) nothing about. for what it’s worth, whenever i see you i hope you’re doing alright. the thing you sent on valentines day made my heart ache a lil, but it’s appreciated to know you still think of us.

REUNION.

@tacticalgunner // @heroicardour || @elyrean || @inartibus || @suntek || @lockethart || @infiniitas || @kaosureign || @thecxmmissioner || @argent-noir || @ivory-paragon || @tsengofshinra || @flowerprayer || @masterofellipsis || @lusterheart || @gallowsgrove || @cetrasguard || @fadxngmemcry || @soulcrux || @daisanokensha || @togovernwithdecorum || @wildcrcw || @gaiawing || @rapusodosu || @gun-arm || @bushidoxunsent || @dreamzanarkands || @regalrequiem || @unsentlaughter || @spiras-sunshine || @duciit || @insarys || @tiiamate || @daemonizing || @ofhammerhead || @armigeruser || @featherdicks || @andhonour || @ablackwing || @duskisms || @drexm-eater || @lockedfighter || @eternefiamme || @eternalfaction || @eruditorem || @rexcrystallis || @misplacedxheroics || @warofthebeasts || @ofrhapsodos || @blackmage-lulu || @blasteredged || @villiers || @scphiroth || @holybound || @akweh || @spectavisse || @skyvar || @deusuprema

ANXIOUS HEART.

@xkuja || @ibisangelus || @theancientflower || @redpupxiii || @invidiia || @flovverisms || @magitekelite || @leofatali || @aerneth || @cetraheir || @atcned || @sonofprodigy || @shiroganc || @respxrk || @ruckgrat || @grxvidus || @pxine || @finaltia || @raikogan || @achrvmatic || @boargored || @umbrxm || @loquistador || @phylxrchus || @oflucis || @skyblade || @ncbodymove || @sparkstryke || @townterror || @false-lucifer || @aeristheancient || @ofsilverguns || @jen-ova || @silvaer || @marleneiisms || @mammaterasu || @dcntgiveup || @rosegeneral || @isstarlight || @vainstruck || @voidnoh || @tailedthief || @feralstriike || @ffamran || @prcmising || @thalxssas || @diabolgod || @flava-proelium || @deityspoken || @fleurdange || @sxphiroth || @insomniis || @reminiscentiae || @hcllion || @buttonstrayed || @miragessplit || @churchflower || @grandspark

& THANK YOU.

not just to everybody listed, but to the billion people i inevitably missed out. i’m tired, forgive me hgjkl;

[biorules-blog]

rules.

TRIGGERS

i try my hardest to tag things appropriately for all of my followers for their protection. if there is ever anything that you need tagged, please ask me and i am happy to do it!  in return, i’m asking that any posts that focus heavily on child s*xual abuse / r*pe and pedo.philia be tagged appropriately or with “lux don’t look” as it’s heavily triggering for me.

DISCLAIMERS

this is an original character of my creation, i kindly ask that you do not steal any of my content for yourself. my icon psd was created by @deathess and used with permission. this character is centred in the originals / the vampire diaries universe. 

GUIDELINES

a)  this blog is highly selective and mutually exclusive. this means that i will only be writing with mutuals only for the sake of my comfort. i will check out every blog that follows me before following back. if i don’t think that our muses would have a way of meshing together, there is a good chance that i won’t follow back from here. please do like like my starter calls if we aren’t mutuals, it makes me anxious as fuck.

b)  i will have mains & exclusives, there is a separate page where you will find these people listed. these are the people that i am most comfortable with / trust a lot. these are also the people that i’ve been writing with for some time.

c) this isn’t my only blog so i may be sporadic ! you can find me at these other blogs:

      @shapetorn , @onlyvirgins & others. just ask. 

d) this blog will contain heavy NSFW content (nudity, explicit content, swear words and dirty language, blood and gore, etc) ! everything will be tagged as such as well as any potentially triggering content just for the sake of those on my dash! if anything is missed and you are uncomfy, please feel free to let me know!

e) in terms of shipping, i’m very picky and selective. i ship chemistry and must have some communication with the mun i’m shipping with! f) quality over quantity is something i always stand by in terms of writing. you don’t have to match my length in replies because sometimes i tend to ramble or get wordy with detail sometimes. i’m just a mess. but please don’t give me a few short sentences or a one liner to a multi para starter, etc. it’s just very disheartening. i don’t overly format my posts but i do use sub html coding.

DRAMA

i have a complete zero tolerance for drama. please sort it out amongst yourselves. if you have an issue with me, please talk to me about it.  i will reblog callout posts if i see them appropriate. 

ABOUT THE MUN

henlo! i’m lux! i’m 23 , please - they/them pronouns preferred. i’m pretty harmless and really just love everyone. you’re welcome to reach out to me to plot or chat! discord is available upon request and tumblr im’s are always open for communication. i do also have multiple other blogs so i kinda go where the muse sticks! you’re welcome to ask me for discord though! it’s open to pretty much everyone!