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Something all of them like to do is doll you up, and it becomes almost a private little routine between you and them.

John, as your husband (can you tell I love referring to him like this?), steadily takes control of deciding what you wear for the day even long before your request. It��s something that just… happens. He comes into your bedroom early in the mornings, and your maids scatter away to leave you both be with little giggles, excited at the prospect of you two finally getting ‘close’.

John doesn’t care for them. He greets you with a soft good morning (a few weeks later, he’d greet you the same but would gently caress your face with the back of his hand, the touch so gentle despite his roughened skin. It makes you into a blushing mess, though you tell yourself it’s just so that the peeking maids won’t suspect anything) and then goes straight to your closet, sweeping through the rows and rows of delicate, soft dresses with a discerning eye to select what attire you’ll wear for the day.

Of course, he does ask you what you feel like wearing, how you feel today in general, where you plan on going or meeting- everything to ensure the dress he’ll choose for you would be perfect. John doesn’t wait to see you in the dress, though.

He knows he’ll be seeing you all adorned and dressed up later, when you come down to dine with him. He can compliment you and pat himself on the back, then.

If he makes sure to match his cufflinks with the colors you are wearing, it will simply make whoever notice it think you two are such a lovely couple. And he still hopes that your maids will accidentally not tighten or cover up your hemline just so he can fix it himself for you.

John aside, Kyle takes care of your hair and jewelry. He makes you sit on the vanity, still alone and with none of your maids around, and then he begins the tender ritual of brushing your hair (if it’s not too curly for daily brushings). His hands, warm and careful and gentle, would then take care of oiling each strand. No oils or butters have been spared in the efforts of tending to you, and Kyle himself often turns the routine into a simple, but so effective, head massage session for you.

(Later, Kyle wonders what he needs to say and do to take over the job of the maids who help you bathe. You are always complimenting how good his hands feel on your hair, and he can show you how much better he is at using them for your body.)

Johnny eventually begins doing your makeup, on certain occasions. Once the truth comes out, the two of you are closer, and on one night, he tells you about his big family, his sisters and how they’d make him and his brothers help them get ready for events and parties.

It’s a simple question born out of your curiosity- what’s the makeup like where you were born, Johnny?- that has him in your bedroom often now, the other chefs taking care of the kitchen while his hands, clean and gentle, dab creams and whatnot on your face so delicately- like you are one of the cupacakes he decorates for your tea time.

He wants to kiss you so badly. You look so pretty like this, eyes closed and expression peaceful, patient and so trustful of his ministrations. He really, really wants to kiss you and see if the lipstick he’d applied on your pretty lips tastes as sweet as it smells.

Simon, though, is the one who slowly begins adding more and more to your dresses. John already supplies you with so much, but Simon is the one largely in charge of the silk and fabric importation and he knows well what styles will be popular next season, what styles will looks better on you and which colors suit you best. It’s not just dresses, but also matching fabrics and ribbons to go in your hair for when Kyle or your maids style, and for your pretty neck during more casual tea parties.

Not occasionally seeing you in the dresses he sends doesn’t bother him; you will be spoiling the others with the sight, and he can listen to them thank him in several ways afterwards and rest with the thought of you all dolled up, happy and thriving with them.

[corroded-hellfire]

Summary: You help Eric through an anxiety attack

Note: Obsessed with Eric and I need to protect him from the world, please and thank you. Also, Frodo divider created by me 😊

Warnings: anxiety, panic

Words: 1.5k

The carved out hull of the decimated subway car offers little in the way of protection, but with the power out it seems likely not to cause any unwarranted noise. 

Eric ushers you in before himself, the light from the fluorescents of the station giving the two of you just enough to see by. The seats and bent handrails cast gruesome shadows across the small space, and you decide to take advantage of one particularly large pocket of darkness in the corner. 

Your back presses up against the cool metal, dented from God only knows what. Slowly, you slide down to the floor and Eric lowers himself down beside you. Both of you are caked with dirt and there’s blood smeared against one leg of your jeans. Luckily, it doesn’t seem to belong to either one of you. 

A steady stream of water is somewhere near, the comforting sound letting you breathe just a little easier. Eric must feel the same because he dares to lean in towards you and speak softly.

“Are you okay?”

Never did that seem more complex of a question. You’re not okay in the grand scheme of things, but you’re currently still alive and, for the most part, unharmed. 

“I think so,” you whisper in reply. “Are you?”

Eric nods, rubbing his hands up and down his shins, the worn brown material wearing even thinner in a few spots now. 

The two of you were fortunate to run into one another in an alleyway between two buildings—the only stroke of luck either of you have had lately. A natural ease quickly proved that you worked well together and seeing as neither of you wanted to be alone, the choice was obvious. 

Even though it’s only been roughly twenty-four hours since you’ve met, with all you’ve been through in that time, it feels as if you’ve known Eric for ages. There was no denying how cute he was either, but your brain barely had time for fleeting thoughts like that when your focus is on staying alive. 

“How’s your hand?” Eric asks.

You look at the offending appendage, purple from bruising, slightly swollen, and throbbing. Though, it’s slightly better since you’d found that bodega and swiped all the Tylenol and ibuprofen they had. 

During the initial chaos of the invasion—is that what to call it? —your back was up against the brick wall of an apartment building and a man was sent hurtling in the air towards you. Your hand had the misfortune to get crushed between the high velocity man and the brick wall. Ever since you’ve met Eric, he’s been helping you wrap your hand and always checking in on it. 

“It’s sore,” you admit. 

“Let me see?” Eric extends his hand.

Taking a deep breath, you place your injured hand in his. 

Warm, calloused fingers undo the binding currently covering the wound and toss them to the subway floor. It feels nice to let your hand breathe a bit, get some air. With just a featherlight touch, Eric traces his index finger around the mottled skin. The delicate touch sends goosebumps up your arm. If he notices them, he doesn’t say. 

A sense of disappointment fills your gut when he releases your hand to get fresh bandages. You chew on your chapped bottom lip as you watch Eric rummage through the Phantom of the Opera tote bag you’d snagged from one of those tourist gift shops. 

He sprays a bit of disinfectant spray on your hand, the mist feeling doubly cold after having the warmth of his large hand enveloping yours. Next comes a fresh bandage. Eric always applies them so carefully, making sure it’s not too tight but gives your hand some support. You watch him as he works, your eyes taking in the small details of his face while he’s busy focusing on something else.

His dark eyelashes are so long that they kiss his cheeks with every blink. The curls on the top of his head are messy from everything they’ve been through, but it’s unkempt in a charming way. It amazes you how dry his lips are from dehydration, yet they still look so pink and inviting. 

Eric secures the bandage on your hand, and you momentarily move on to admiring the color and depth of his eyes when you realize he’s finished and no longer distracted. 

Heat comes to your face, so you lift your injury up to inspect it, hoping to give you a minute to cool down. 

“Thank you,” you whisper when you lay your hand back down in your lap. 

“Of course.”

The good thing about needing to keep quiet during all of this is that none of the silences could be interpreted as awkward. It’s just self-preservation. 

It goes on that way for about ten minutes before you feel your head get heavy and decide to lean it against Eric’s shoulder. It’s not long before he gently rests his head on top of yours. Despite the circumstances around you, a small smile grows on your lips.

But your peace doesn’t last long. A groaning of metal and the now too-familiar skittering of legs or pincers or whatever they’re called. 

By the sound of it, you guess that the creature is coming from your left, somewhere down the subway track. But there’s no reason for it to know you’re here. As long as you can remain quiet, the monster should just pass you by without trouble. 

A hitch in breath from beside you grabs your attention though. Your head jerks in the direction of Eric to find his breathing speed up and his eyes widen in that recognizable panic. 

Pressing one hand to his shoulder, you get his attention and his head whips to face you. With your other, injured hand, you hold up a finger to your mouth for him to stay quiet.

Eric nods but the rate of his breathing only increases. You shake your head and lean in towards him. 

“Breathe.” The words could barely be considered a full whisper. 

You’ve helped him through these anxiety attacks a few times now so you try to tell yourself you can do it again. You can’t blame the poor guy for being so scared, either. 

The clicking of the approaching monster comes closer then stops. It feels as if time pauses while you wait to see what will happen now. 

Smashing the play button, the creature falls from where it must have been crawling on the ceiling, to land on the subway platform.

Eric jumps and you see his teeth clench together as he tries to keep the panic at bay. 

Step by crunching step, the being stalks closer to your subway car. Even though it can’t see you, instinct tells you to get further out of sight.

As silently as possible, you scoot over so there’s enough room for you to lay flat on the floor of the car. Eric glances down at you and you motion for him to do the same. He gives you a quick nod and with shaking hands, moves to lay down next to you.

Within the cramped space it’s hard for two adults to lay flat, side by side, so Eric ends up on his side, facing you. If you turned your head to look at him, your noses would brush. 

One long black limb stretches out from the creature and crushes a piece of metal right outside your car—probably the remains of an adjoining car. 

Eric’s anxiety spikes again and before you can think about it, you wrap your arm around his shoulders and bring his body down on top of yours. 

It’s not the most comfortable angle for either of you, almost awkward. But Eric wastes no time grabbing onto your waist, his head falling to the juncture between your neck and shoulder. 

Consciously, you slow your breathing down in hopes that Eric’s will follow your lead. 

Another crunch of metal rents the air and you both jump, clinging tighter to one another. Eric’s grip on your body changed positions slightly, and now his head is resting right over your heart. 

You glance down and watch as Eric visibly calms. He takes a few deep breaths and lets his eyes slip closed as he lays against you. 

It takes you a few moments to realize what caused the change. Eric’s head is on its side, his right ear directly over your heart. He’s listening to your heartbeat. And it’s calming him. The thought alone makes your heart rate speed up. 

Slowly, you reach up and gently rest your hand in his hair. He tilts his chin up so he can see your face and you give him a small smile. The one he gives you in return brings forward the confidence to begin running your fingers through Eric’s soft curls. 

The two of you stay that way, listening as the creature moves farther and farther away, until you can’t hear it at all anymore.

But even then, after the immediate threat is gone and everything seems peaceful and calm around you, you both still stay that way. His hands holding onto your body, his head over your heart, and you carding your fingers through his curls. 

Maybe this subway car is a better place to be than you originally thought. 

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This kind of a weird request but I wanted to ask how you would imagine the Fellowship would react/take care of their companion on their period? Like having severe cramps. It can be romantic or platonic relationship it's up to you but I would like Boromir to be romantic.Just lots of fluff basically.🤗

I just really enjoy reading how my favorite characters would take care of me when I'm in pain.😅

Thank you 🥰 oh same because I get reallllly bad period symptoms unless I take my supplements long enough before (and sometimes anyway 😣) so I adore being taken care of by my blorbos 🥺 doing everyone because I wanna write this with Faramir & write some wlw fluff 🥰

LoTR Characters When You’re on Your Period (F!Reader)

Warnings: small blood/pain mentions, a suggestive joke

Aragorn

✧ Your exchange is wordless; Aragorn sees the way you jolt at a sudden shock of pain, catches your eyes and gives you an inquisitive nod. You nod back and that is that, no questions asked.

✧ If you are traveling, your pace slows and Aragorn will hear no two words about it. He allows more breaks, hunts twice as hard, directs you to the softest place to sit and just gives the others firm looks if they try to give complaint.

✧ “Please,” he’ll urge you gently, taking your hand in his, “try to eat something. You’ll need your strength.” Just the sound of his voice, the care therein, practically brings tears to your eyes.

✧ Honestly, it takes a lot for him to suppress his laughter if you snap at one of the others, at least when your outburst is warranted. Glance over and you might catch him giving them an ‘I warned you’ look.

✧ Takes on more fights for you, bidding you to stand back and let him take care of things for once.

Legolas

✧ Perplexed but very concerned when he comes upon the sight of you sprawled out with a grimace of pain across your beautiful face. His first motion is to help you up, secondly asking what ails you. While he looks at you like he does not understand, his actions suggest otherwise.

✧ Every month he learns to follow it, the moon his reminder, and every month Legolas silently begins his gathering. Your favorite tea? Check. Your comfort item? Perfectly clean and ready to hand off. Your bedding? Also perfectly clean and assembled just how you like it. Even Legolas’s words are softer, more understanding in case of sudden complaint or upset.

✧ “It’s like you know what I want before I want it.” “Knowing you,” Legolas replies with a smile, “is my greatest joy.”

✧ Good luck trying to stand on your own; Legolas all but hovers around you, offering a hand whenever you attempt to rise.

✧ He becomes extra protective, taking hold of you by the waist at the first sound or sight of danger, lest anything make it worse.

Boromir

✧ All but bursts into your room the moment he hears that you are bedridden, rushing to take your hand and ask you what has happened in a whisper you can’t help a faint chuckle at before you explain.

✧ Taken visibly aback, Boromir then shakily asks what he can do, smiling when you tell him just to stay with you. “Pretend it’s a wound from some great battle,” you joke. “Oh, indeed,” he agrees before you two begin coming up with more and more ridiculous fights and scrapes you got into, Boromir’s thumb drawing circles over the back of your hand.

✧ He offers to try rubbing where it hurts, applying faint warm pressure over where your lower half is assaulting you. “How is this, my love?”

✧ Uses you having any difficulty with walking as an excuse to pick you up and carry you on his back.

✧ Does your washing up, partially just to prove your teasing about him not being brave enough wrong! He is a warrior, after all.

Gimli

✧ The others alert Gimli in a hiss after he less-than-tactfully panics that you’ve been hurt, sending his lips pursing into a shocked ‘o’ and his gaze sliding back to your stooped form.

✧ “Oh, er, well there lassie, if you need anything at all you know who to call for.” “Well,” you groan, “if you’ve any spare rags I’ll gladly take them.” “Rags? What would you want with…oh. Oh.” “Scared of a little blood, Gimli?” “No, not I,” Gimli replies despite his shaken expression, “I’m so used to the stuff by now, what’s the trouble?”

✧ Insistent as he is that dwarves are the best carers of their women, Gimli quickly works to prove his point and, in his words, win your heart with the lot of it. You’re skeptical when you see him sticking rocks in the fire, but at the end of the day the warmth is heaven upon your aching body and Gimli looks just as pleased as you feel.

✧ He probably also recommends you a strong drink under the claim that it eases pain like nothing else. Whether this is helpful or not is up to you.

✧ Goes surprisingly soft when you curl up, still facing wave after wave of cramps. Reaches over to you and strokes your hair, sitting at your side looking for all the world like a guard dog.

Frodo

✧ Your pain is interrupted by a gasp that has you looking up, meeting Frodo’s wide blue eyes glistening with concern at your sudden jerk. Familiar as Frodo is with pain, he recognizes your motion without a single question.

✧ Urges you to sit or lie still, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head like punctuation.

✧ While you rest up, Frodo tells you stories, stories of his uncle Bilbo’s adventures, tales from the days of the elves, anything to send you to a different place then you currently must be in.

✧ Offers you extra blankets or his cloak if you’re feeling cold or in need of comfort.

✧ Shy as he can be, in your time of need his hands hardly leave your shoulders or your side, quite protective even if he is smaller than you.

Sam

✧ “Whoa, easy there,” Sam tells you as he sits you down, “what happened?” Poor thing thinks you got some bad news or something the way you’re tearing up.

✧ Holds you close to his chest as you let the tears flow, shaking his head when you start to tell him it’s stupid, you’re just in pain and upset. “Can’t think of any more reasonable reasons to cry. Don’t worry, just let it all out.”

✧ Such a sweetheart, he won’t leave your side for hardly anything….except to go pick you some flowers to raise your spirits, of course!

✧ Flushes a bit at the suggestion, but one hundred percent helps you undress and change into more comfortable clothes. Even if he tries to look shyly away as much as possible.

✧ Definitely cooks you something hearty and nutritious, encouraging you to eat even just a little bit. Sam will even hand feed you spoonfuls if you’re feeling bad enough.

Merry

✧ “Oh, yeah, I know all about that!” “You do?” “Sure, I saw what my father did for Mum, after all. Come here.”

✧ Apparently what Mr. Brandybuck did for the missus was to build her the most massive nest of pillows known to Hobbit-kind. “And what’s she do in here?” You ask, waving a hand feebly over your new home. “Well, not sure what they did after that but I think I’ve heard of a way to lessen the pain.” Whether that works or earns him a smack you can decide.

✧ From your pillow pile you become queen of, well, Merry at least, though he puts on an act of being scared of displeasing you at first. You can’t help laughing as he kneels before you, asking what snacks you request or if you’d like some water.

✧ Meriadoc “chugs respecting women juice” Brandybuck has silently vowed to never once make any ill jokes at your expense. No asking if it’s your time if you express any emotion he doesn’t, no teasing you for needing help, no acting like said help is too gross for him, ever.

✧ That being said, he even does your washing up for you!

Pippin

✧ Definitely more the type to fret and worry, hands going to your back as you double over and he asks what’s wrong, are you hurt? Whether your words are sheepish or unabashed, you tell him it’s your womanly cycle and Pippin’s eyes practically pop out of his lovely little head. “O-oh. What should I do?”

✧ His cluelessness is actually perfect for the situation because he truly will do anything you say will help, whether it’s bottling up some hot water, fetching you your favorite snacks, making you tea, even singing you a song if you tell him it’ll raise your spirits.

✧ His absolute favorite thing to do, though, is offer company, tumbling onto the bed with you and chatting the afternoon away.

✧ This quickly evolves, though, and soon Pippin is holding you for dear life, an arm wrapped around the front of you where he draws warm, gentle circles lightly over your pain.

✧ “This isn’t so bad, is it?” You swat him for that, but in spite of yourself cuddle closer and join his sheepish laughter.

Faramir

✧ No questions asked, Faramir is by your side stroking your hair and getting it out of your face if it falls so.

✧ Musing over the strength it takes to fight such internal battles, he cradles you in his arms or, if you prefer not to be touched, holds your hand as he sits at your side.

✧ Well-read as Faramir is, some pain remedies swim to the forefront of his mind and he goes off to seek them.

✧ When you lie down, he tucks you in so softly, that sparkle in his eyes you love so much twinkling just for you. “This will pass,” he whispers.

✧ Blames himself if you get upset sometimes, but is reassured and happy again when you tell him he need never pull away from you.

Eomer

✧ Confused, frankly, at why you suddenly can’t walk, for he cannot conceive of a reason until you admit this is unfortunately quite normal for you.

✧ Asks you why, frowns in greater confusion and sympathy when you say you do not know, acts a little bit uncomfortable about details but still sets out to aid.

✧ Too uncomfortable to ask his sister, he opts instead to seek out a healer and practically demand anything that helps with a woman’s “well, time.” He’s getting the spirit slowly but surely, alright?

✧ Bursts into your room with an armful of everything the healer has, ready to brainstorm solutions to have you right again. You can’t help but chuckle at the whirlwind you’ve just gone through all over some cramps.

✧ He gets quite restless until you call him to your side, asking him to quit fretting and just lay with you. “Ah, that I can do,” he says with a grin.

Haldir

✧ Haldir’s steady expression drops when he learns of your ailment. Everything else he is holding or doing drops as soon as possible, too, and he is going to you.

✧ Taken aback at the sight of you, he realizes he did not know a woman’s cycle could take such a toll as to leave you bedridden. He isn’t used to seeing you so weak and is ready to do what it takes to end it.

✧ He has all these wonderful scented oils, some of which help you sleep, some of which he uses to massage you and hopefully numb the pain.

✧ In addition, he guides your breathing through waves of the ache, looking to the breeze and the rhythms around you to help you relax your body that much more.

✧ Haldir is hesitant to show you excess affection, but if you request it, his arms snake around your waist and he holds you there, both of him breathing you in like you’re all he needs and vice versa.

Eowyn

✧ “Sit down, please, I insist.” As much as Eowyn herself is the type to trudge forth through pain or fear, she would never impose the same upon you, instead tending so gently to you.

✧ Hot water always helps her, so she fetches you some as well as a treat from a baker she passed by, taking your hand after she hands it off.

✧ You had best believe this woman will tell anyone in the whole of Middle Earth to leave you alone as you rest, be they her own kin or the host of the dark lord himself.

✧ As you spend more time together, the old adage about ‘synchronizing’ seems to ring true with you both. Eowyn does not mind, honestly, because you bear the pain together and spend much time together in bed. Not the most ideal of circumstances, but if she can lay in the warmth of your arms Eowyn is a happy woman indeed.

✧ She insists so much upon your care, though, that you’ll practically have to wrestle her down so you can reciprocate…not that she minds that, either!

Arwen

✧ Who better to understand what you are going through? Her brows knit at the first sign of discomfort from you, recognizing the signs immediately.

✧ Without a word Arwen is finding out exactly what you tend to prefer- do you get nauseous and seek relief? Do you desire more sustenance and company or less?

✧ During times when you find yourself more stressed or upset than average, Arwen gives you so much grace, running her hand soothingly down your arm and reminding you all weights feel heavier right now.

✧ For all your pain, there is little bliss like being in the arms of your beloved, her soothing deep whispers brushing your ear.

✧ The most patient if you’re forced to wake up frequently in the night and rise, laying there with nothing but love in her eyes as you return.

Elrond

✧ Wise lord and healer as he is, Elrond is more than familiar with the ailments of women. In fact, he is the sort to track it for you as best as he can. So when he sees you feeling ill, sympathy crosses his serene features but no surprise.

✧ Elrond knows every remedy in the book, so he’s quickly making you some calming tea and sitting you down for some TLC.

✧ Very encouraging for you to take time for yourself and make sure you stay nourished, even if that is difficult. There is no shame in keeping your strength up, after all.

✧ Walks with you just a little ways behind, a hand resting comfortingly upon the small of your back.

✧ Sends cover for you where you are needed, no questions asked, because you are more important than tasks others can perform.

Lindir

✧ Practically trips and falls over himself running to you at your sudden shock of pain, dark eyes wide at the way you folded. You seem embarrassed to tell him and while he feels squeamish at first, that is quickly shaken off as he urges you to sit down.

✧ From that moment on Lindir has dubbed himself your personal nursemaid, naught but the call of Lord Elrond himself taking him from his work.

✧ “No, no, lie back down, I can get it,” he holds out a cautious, almost panicked hand when you wince and sit up, “what is it?”

✧ Sings you songs of all kinds, old tales, his own compositions, and of course your requests, again and again if you ask them of him. His harp is ready to gently play you to sleep or just to keep your mind off the pain you feel.

✧ When you wake up in the night, at first he looks frustrated, but that melts away quickly as your eyes meet, apology shining in your gaze. Instead, Lindir helps you up and sings you to sleep again upon your return.

[mikalara-dracula]

(nsfw-ish) Hiii can you make headcanons for the diaboys when they have a wet dream of their s/o?

💦🥵 When the Diaboys have a wet dream of their s/o—

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Thank you so much for requesting! I'm very sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Created with: @liannelara-dracula

Before we get into this scenario, let’s get into some context about it:

Scientifically speaking, wet dreams or sleep orgasms don’t have to necessarily be caused by having erotic dreams.

However, because the Diaboys are not human, I think this applies to them a bit differently.

@liannelara-dracula and I think that because they’re immortal, having wet dreams is ONLY caused by having erotic dreams.

And because an immortal’s senses and feelings are known to be heightened compared to a human’s, let’s just say their wet dreams are a bit, well . . . messy.

And by “messy” we mean to the point where the sheets have a big stain on them.

Anyways, let’s go on to the hcs.

Shu:

He was kinda confused when he woke up because he did not see it coming.

I mean, unexpectedly finding this big stain on his pants and bed?

At first, since you were sleeping next to him, he honestly thought you wet the bed.

Asshole.

It took him a minute to realize that that wasn’t the case and that he was the cause of this mess.

Although, it definitely didn’t stop him from waking you up and accusing you for it.

“See what you did? You couldn’t control yourself.”

“Shut up! You’re the one with wet pants.”

Knowing he couldn’t get you to believe otherwise, he changed subject.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Just clean the sheets.” He’d say, closing his eyes, attempting to drift off again.

“Shu, you’re not some baby where I have to wipe your ass for you.”

Being the smartass he is, he’d smirk, “Well . . . .”

Knowing he was being an ass, you’d instantly grab a nearby pillow and start hitting him with it, to which he’d just laugh since he’d find your reaction amusing.

Reiji:

He never thought he’d wake up this way.

I mean, wet because of you?

He never saw this coming obviously.

And he was so embarrassed by it.

And to make matters worse, you walked in and he instantly threw a blanket over himself and the bed stain.

"Good morning, Reiji. Did you sleep well?” You’d ask.

In a tense tone, and with the blanket up to his neck, he’d reply, “Yes.”

Noticing that his response seemed off, you questioned, “Are you okay?"

"Of course!" He'd quickly respond, attempting to keep calm under the pressure of keeping you in the dark about this. “Just give me a few minutes, dear.”

“ . . . Okay.” You’d say walking out, giving him his privacy.

Reiji sighed in relief, and couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day.

He found it so hard to be around you and ended up making himself a tea to calm him down.

Dude should’ve smoked a cigarette after that dream lmao. xDD

You kept asking if he was alright since found his behavior to be bit weird, but nevertheless, he just kept to himself.

“Reiji, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, yes!” He’d reassure, a bit jittery in response despite his collective nature. In hopes of changing the subject and to keep you from asking further questions, he’d deter by keeping you busy. “Now then, let us go for a walk, dear.”

Laito:

Is not bothered by it.

He's had so many wet dreams anyways considering how long he's been around.

But he’s a little sad that what he was dreaming about was over and that it couldn’t continue.

“Aw, what a shame. We could’ve taken things to the next level.”

He even keeps tallies on how many wet dreams he’s had.

"Well, here’s another one to the list."

He even writes about the dreams that caused them.

He’s amused whenever he has one

But unlike some of his brothers, he’s able to get through the day quite normally, almost like it never happened.

Unless of course he saw you for the day and you did something super suggestive, then it takes everything in him to act composed.

He looks forward to the next time it happens and may try to make it happen by fantasizing about you before going to bed.

But honestly, when is he not fantasizing about you?

Kanato:

Finds it to be a pain since he “wet” himself and finds it a bit annoying.

Definitely wants to be alone when having to handle his wet pants and sheets.

Like, if someone knocks on his bedroom door, he yells at them to get lost.

He doesn't even want the servants cleaning it up because he finds it humiliating.

"They're not worthy enough to see this."

Knowing you caused this, he is beyond sexually frustrated and upset at you.

He literally cannot eat sweets without thinking about what happened.

He’ll be in such a grumpy mood that day.

But if you provoke him, he’ll pounce on you instantly.

Ayato:

He didn’t even know it happened, like, he was very much out of it.

He just kept sleeping on it and sooner than later, he finally sat on the edge of his bed, feeling heavy and not ready to take off for night school.

Laito walked in to tell him to get ready for school since they were already running late.

Of course, with Laito being Laito, he noticed Ayato’s state and had to tease him for it.

“Y’know brother, I thought we were much past you wetting the bed.”

“What are you—oh my god!” Until that point, Ayato hadn’t even noticed and it had been pointed out to him.

Embarrassed, he quickly grabbed his uniform, running towards the bathroom to change as he swore to brother, who was only amused by this situation. “This stays between me and you man. No one else can know.”

Subaru:

Oh shit! You were sleeping next to him when it happened

So how does he cover it up?

It’s simple—he can’t!

He turned red af.

He just couldn’t believe it happened, especially with you being right next to him.

Runs into the bathroom to hide himself.

“Subaru, it’s okay. It’s just-,”

“Leave me alone!”

Kino:

Isn't ashamed at all.

In fact, he's just amused that you had this effect on him while unconscious.

"Hey babe, look what you did to me."

Blushing hard, you covered your face, not being able to bear with the situation.

“Kino, please just change.”

Ruki:

Isn’t bothered by it, even if you're there sleeping next to him or not.

Is only going to act on it if you make a big deal about it.

“You keep complaining, but you’re the cause of this. You should be paying for this.” He’d saying coming out of the shower only in a towel.

“But I never said anything! You’re not being fair!”

“Oh really?” He’d say mischviously, pulling his sheet of the bed only to throw it at you to get you “wet.”

“Stop!” You’d yelp as you tried to dodge the wet spot of the sheet from touching you as he laughed.

“Eww! Oh my god, Ruki!” You’d exclaim.

He’d laugh approaching you, “C’mere.”

You’d back away in fear, “No, I don’t trust you!” 

If you're not there, he's gonna be blaming you for it all day long in his mind.

Is going to let you pay for it by leaving you sexually frustrated for the day with some intimate activity he’ll initiate and then abandon, not allowing you achieve satisfaction.

“It’s only fair after what you did to me.”

Kou:

Like Shu, he woke up confused, but quickly realized what had happened.

Recollecting, that dream was steamy, leaving him to comment on it.

“Oh, that explains it.”

Wishes you could see what you did to him.

"Damn, I wish she was here."

Instead, he sent a picture to you about the wet sheets with the caption, “Look what you did to me last night.”

To which would lead you facepalm and leave him on read. xDD

Wants to try out what happened in his dream with you and will flat up try to ask you about it.

“Hey babe, why don’t we-,”

Knowing what he’d want, you’d be quick to deny, “No!”

Yuma:

When he woke up, he was kinda pissed.

Not because he dreamt about you, but because he’d have to clean the sheets since everyone does their own laundry in the Mukami household.

"Ah, shit." He'd hiss, looking at the wet sheets. "I knew I shouldn't of gone to bed thinkin’ of her."

And to his dismay, Kou walked in on him and this scene, and because Kou’s an ass, he has to tease Yuma about it.

“Damn, someone was thinking real hard last night.” He’d joke around.

“Why you!” He’d say, chasing Kou out of his room.

And if it wasn’t Kou who was in his case about this, someone else was bound to.

When Yuma got down to the laundry room, Ruki decided to have his fun because once he saw the sheet Yuma was putting into the washer, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m surprised you’re washing the sheets earlier this week, Yuma.”

“Yeah, well, they needed a change.” Yuma would say, attempting to the situation up.

“I see. I guess with Y/N on your mind you’re bound to wash them more often.”

Knowing that Ruki had figured it out, Yuma would retort, “Tch!” leaving Ruki to smirk as he walked out of the laundry room.

And knowing Kou, he’d probably have a picture as well of Yuma when he experienced this.

Or, to make matters worse, he’ll just tell you about it when he arrives at school.

“Hey, Y/N, guess what?!” Kou would yell from across the hall.

“You asshole!” Yuma would react, threantening Kou to keep silent, “Shut up before I throw you outta one of these windows!”

Azusa:

He didn’t understand what happened when he woke up.

It took his brothers to explain to him.

“Oh . . . so that’s what . . . it is?” Azusa would comprehend.

Since he was given an explanation, he was happy you were in his thoughts since he finds no better way to sleep.

He hopes he’ll have more of these experiences since they’re centered around his one and only Eve.

"I wonder if . . . she has . . . wet dreams . . . about me? . . . I guess I'll . . . never know."

Carla:

Good lord, what did you do to make him wet?

He covers it up and pretends that it didn't happen.

He cannot live with himself right now.

And if has to see you that day, he’s not ready to face you.

All he can think about is what you two were doing in his dream.

“Carla, are you alright?” You’d ask finding his behavior to be a little off that day.

“The King of Founders is just fine.” He’d assert, ever so calmly.

“Okay, but you’re acting really weird today.”

“How is that?”

“Well, you seem tense.” Based on this, you further offered, “Do you want a massage?”

Just thinking of your touch on him was enough to make him lose his composure, so he’d refuse despite wanting one.

“No, no, it’s fine, really.”

And if you by any chance do something that turns him on, he’s not gonna be composed anymore.

He’ll give up and try to get you to the bed, or will just take you on a random surface.

Shin:

He blames you 100% and doesn’t care if you find it embarrassing.

Given how the morning is starting off between you both, he isn’t going to let it go.

“The one who should be complaining is me, after all it is uncomfortable to be left with such thoughts.”

“No, what’s worse is knowing just how deep your mind travels to something like that!” You’d argue, blushing at the thought.

“You should be honored that you were in my thoughts, love.” He’d smirk, making you shocked as you’d throw a pillow at him. 

“I would be if it was in the sense of sentiment!” You’d retort, looking away.

“But making love to you is sentimental, even in my dreams.” He’d tease leaning closer to you, leaving you to blush harder as he laughed.

Not being able to take it much longer, you’d try changing the subject, “Would you just clean up already?!”

[watermelonlovershigh]

Harry's Naked Bum Turns You On /concept/

AN: i asked for people to send in photos of Harry and said i'd try to write a short story inspired by the picture. @abby8694 sent the photo below. so thanks to her for submitting it. also i believe this picture is a l*rry manip so lets pretend its not, okay. okay. enjoy.

This story contains: mentions of naked body parts, playful angst, mentions of sex and masturbation

{ boyfriendrry - softrry - dunkirk harry era }

word count- 403

Harry lays in the bathtub just watching you get ready for bed, but the view of his naked bum sticking out from the water is turning you on. Only problem is, you're on your period and can't do anything about it.

You were in the bathroom trying to do your night time routine while Harry soaked in the bathtub that's located directly behind the double vanity sink. Along with your dog Roxie sitting by her father beside the tub. You would have joined your boyfriend in the warm bath but you were unfortunately on your period.

As you stood at the sink applying your facial creams, you hear the water sloshing from the tub behind you and glance in the mirror to see that Harry is turning around on his tummy. He lets his arms hang off the end of the porcelain bathtub while his head lays on the side, just watching you get ready for bed.

From your view in the mirror, you can see a sleepy Harry staring at you but also his perfectly round ass on full display. The same ass you love to grab and tease so much during sex. Oh fuck, you're getting yourself turned on and you can't have that when you're on your period.

"Harry!" you groan, actually turning around to see him and not just through a mirror.

"What?" he questions back innocently.

Looking away before you actually have to hop in the shower for a mess free masturbation session, you answer, "Cover your ass up. It's turning me on."

Harry giggles, wiggling his bum a time or two and retorts, "Well would you rather me turn back 'round so you can see m'dick. That also turns you on."

Huffing with frustration, you argue, "Fine, all of you naked turns me on. And I'm on my period so it's making it worse. Just hurry and get out so we can cuddle in bed, please." You finish up the last of your bedtime routine and march right out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, Roxie following behind you.

Right as you get all comfy in bed, you hear Harry say from the bathtub, "Fine, m'gettin' out. But if you want some privacy to flick the bean you have about three minutes until I'm in there." You gasp at how out of pocket that last sentence was, him knowing you can't touch yourself or him even touch you while you're in bed because you'd get blood all over your hands and the sheets.

Though Harry has told you time and time again he's not opposed to period sex, you're the one that has a problem with it.

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[koukaimagines]

Hello! Could you write headcanons for the four dragons with a female s/o who is sick and how they would go about taking care of her?

Hello Anon! Thanks for sending this in when you did! I'm so sorry about the long wait. Every time I get requests about the dragons fretting about their s/o for any reason, I get so excited because they're all very cute (and maybe even cuter when they worry)

These might be reminiscent of my injured s/o HCs with Jaeha and Kija as the topic of discussion is somewhat similar! (ailed s/o with dragons caring for them)

I also happened to fall sick while working on this LMAO, but side note: using my platform to say please mask up when you go about your day! Masking is a way to protect yourself and your community members, especially those at risk/who suffer chronic conditions due to or not due to the novel COVID-19 virus— the pandemic is not over!

Pronouns for this ask will be she/her as used by anon!

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Kija

Kija is a member number 1 of the overprotective squad. He already wishes to treat you delicately under normal circumstances, so if ailment befalls you, you can bet that protective nature will flare up more. He makes sure you're in bed and resting no matter what you say and takes care of all of your chores for you.

Much like he would in my injured s/o HCs, Kija would want to be as knowledgable as he could be about your illness and would ask Yun questions about your condition, unusually attentive and serious while taking the info in.

He's very worried about you! It agonizes him to see you suffer headaches or sore throats— anything that your illness inflicts on you, he would take in your stead and he would often voice this to you at your bedside.

He'd help you eat and feed you without question, and maybe even force feed you before Yun tells him not to bother you too much in case you're suffering from headache/unable to stomach anything, but of course you make sure he knows his intentions are appreciated.

I don't know what to call this factor; something like this applies to all the dragons in different ways, so I'll tell you how I think they'd go about processing and expressing this: Kija is ecstatic he gets to take care of you. He thinks it ill-hearted on his part to be happy about your unfortunate state, but really, he's just happy to be at your service in any way he can. Your being sick only increases the opportunities for him to show you how much he loves you and how much he cares.

Shinah

Shinah is member number 2 of the overprotective squad. He'd go to great lengths to make sure you're well-accommodated and ask Ao to be with you at times he may have to leave your side. He gives you his fluffy coat of fur and braves the cold without it because he thinks you need it much, much, much more than he does.

He sends you glares if you try to be proactive. He really really wants you to rest because Yun advised it and said it would go away faster if you slept and ate and don't overexert yourself.

While he's out in the field and happens upon some wildflowers and thinks of you, he may hear from Yona or Zeno that he could give them to you as a get-well-soon gift. Even though it's a form of courtesy, he wants to believe that it's like a prayer for you to get well soon and thinks it will help you fight your illness.

He always keeps an eye on you. Every time you run out of water, Shinah would make sure to fetch some more for you. You don't even have to ask— if he sees that your cup is empty, he'll be right back with it full. Even at night, if he happens to be on night guard duty, he'll care for you all the same.

I don't know what to call this factor; something like this applies to all the dragons in different ways, so I'll tell you how I think they'd go about processing and expressing this: Shinah loves taking care of you. He feels like he's doing something good and that makes him feel good and worthy. He has a bit of a hard time expressing his feelings for you in words, so in some ways similar to Kija, Shinah would take this time to make sure you're well-taken care of because he wants you to know how much you mean to him. He really, really wants you to get better.

Jaeha

While you're sick, Jaeha often teases you with things like feeding you dinner and saying that you must've gotten sick so he can dote on you, or hoping that he'll catch your illness and be in bed with you, but he's actually really careful (worried) and observant of your state and wants to make sure you're comfortable.

As always, he cares much more than he lets on, and does things for you outside of the periphery of you and the group. Once he's caught, he plays it cool (like he always does) and keeps going about his day doing things for you.

While you're sleeping, he'd often sit there and watch your peaceful expression. If you have fever, he'd be there to change out the wet towel on your forehead, but he's otherwise there just watching you. When someone else walks in on him, he's unusually startled— I'll let you decipher why on your own. :) (spoiler: he's embarrassed for no reason and gets more embarrassed because he felt embarrassed but he plays it cool— it's complicated. TLDR Jaeha's silly but we already know that.)

Generally, Jaeha may tease you but his true feelings can be gleaned from how he blows on the steaming porridge in your spoon and the way he pulls the covers over you when you lay down.

I don't know how to word this factor; something like this applies to all the dragons in different ways, so I'll tell you how I think they'd go about processing and expressing this: Jaeha secretly loves the intimacy of being at your side and having you rely on him. He'd be quite open about how he's loving it (it'd come off a bit teasing and as typically non-betraying-his-feelings as Jaeha can get), but there's a deeper emotion that he's feeling while he goes through the motions of taking care of you that he wants to keep all to himself.

Zeno

When you're sick, Zeno already knows the motions of caring for you pretty well. He's his usual cheery self and his sunny disposition almost cheers your recovery on like a cheerleader.

Outside of caring for you, Zeno likes picking flowers as get-well-soon gifts. He likes to tell you all about the shenanigans of the group that you may have missed in your time resting, and his lips stretch into that heart-wrenching smile of his as he watches you giggle about how silly the group can be.

Zeno sticks by you the most out of the three dragons. Because he's immune to illness and fatigue, Yun trusts him to look after you the most while he may have his hands tied with other chores. Because of his inability to feel fatigue, Zeno also rests by you while you sleep despite your many demands for him to get some sleep. "Zeno doesn't need sleep, so you rest well, Y/N." You can hear his care in the way your name rolls off his tongue despite his infrequent use of it.

When he feeds you, he lightly brushes his lips against the spoon to make sure it's just the right temperature.

I don't know what to call this factor; something like this applies to all the dragons in different ways, so I'll tell you how I think they'd go about processing and expressing this: He finds your sick state incredibly endearing— it evokes a lot of memories for him that are bittersweet but nevertheless precious. He knows your pain will only be temporary and takes each action he takes to care for you with a profound contentedness and hope that he'll see you bounce back within a few weeks' time.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Heyyy, I saw your kinktober post and I was wondering if you could write about Monica geller pegging male reader. Thank you so much in advance!

sure thing! thanks so much for sending smth in 💞💞

Kinktober 2024 Day 2: Monica Geller pegging a male reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, brief anal fingering (reader receiving), pegging, soft femdom (she talks you through it), subby reader, top Monica, bottom reader, Monica uses a plethora of sweet nicknames

"Monica-" You softly breathed out her name as she pressed passionate kisses all along your neck.

"Hm?" She let out an inquisitive hum in response, her hands caressing your body as she held you close.

"Will you let me bottom tonight?" It was hard for you to pose the question in something other than a shy-like manner. Despite having done it with her before, part of you still got a little nervous.

"Aw, sweetie, of course I will." There was a warm smile on her face as she pulled away from you. "Just give me a couple minutes to get us ready, okay?"

Nodding your head in understanding, you watched as she got up from the bed and went over to the closet, pulling out the stuff you guys needed: her strap-on and the lube. You were glad that she wasn't close enough to see how flustered you were becoming, but you were also aware that she would realize it soon enough if she hadn't already.

She dimmed the lights to help set the mood before joining you on the bed again. "Do you want me to help you get undressed?"

You always appreciated just how thoughtful she was. It helped make you feel more relaxed. "Y- Yes, please."

Nodding her head, she quickly made work of removing the rest of your clothes as you did the same for her. Once you were both stripped down to nothing, she grabbed the bottle of lube and popped it open, applying a generous amount to her fingers. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

You could feel your face grow hot as you did what she told you to, swallowing back a whine when you felt her fingers brush against the outer rim of your hole before gently pushing inside.

"There we go, that's it," she murmured in an affectionate tone as she stretched you open with her fingers. "I just need to make sure you're nice and open so it won't hurt when I use the strap-on."

"Mm." The only thing you could respond with was a muffled moan. You bit your lip so it wasn't as loud when it came out, knowing you were about to get much louder when she actuallly started fucking you.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she removed her fingers, something that caused you to let out a noise of slight disappointment. "Don't pout, baby. I know what you want, and I'm going to give it to you." Monica adjusted the strap-on, glancing at you for a moment as she asked, "Ready?"

You nodded your head at her words, feeling as she lined up the strap with your entrance, which was much more pliable since she'd fingered you before this.

Slowly, she starting pushing in, watching you the entire time so she could make sure you were comfortable with everything that was happening. Your hands gripped onto the bedsheets beneath you as you tilted your head back, your breathing becoming heavier by the second.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you, don't worry," she muttered reassuringly as one of her hands reached out for yours. You took it, allowing her to intertwine your fingers with each other as her free hand moved to your hip, trying to hold you still since you'd started to squirm and move some on the bed.

"F- Feels good," you admitted in a bashful tone as you looked up at her, admiring the view. She was gorgeous no matter what position you were in.

"Yeah?" She smiled proudly in response, bringing your hand up to her lips so she could press a light kiss to your knuckles. "Do you want me to speed up?"

"Mm, just a little bit. Be gentle," you quietly pleaded, not sure if you could handle anything too rough tonight.

"Of course, honey. Whatever you want." You trusted her to take care of you, and you trusted that she'd stop if you asked her to. Having a saftey net like that made you feel a whole lot more comfortable than you would've felt otherwise.

Your head tilted back on instinct, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth falling open when you felt her start to thrust in and out of you at a slightly quicker pace.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetie, taking it so well," she cooed in adoration, watching as you fell apart underneath her.

Everything was starting to feel foggy and distant, but in a good way. You heard a whimper escape from you when her hand that was previously on her hip moved down to between your legs, gently stroking your hardened cock.

"How's that? Is that okay?" She asked for confirmation, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore than you already were.

All you could do was whine and nod, your grip on her other hand tightening as you did your best to stay still. That soon became a hopeless venture when she continued thrusting as she stroked you, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards at the sensation.

"M- Monica-" You loudly whined, staring up at her with hooded eyes. "Too- too much-"

She slowed down her thrusts and paused her stroking. "Do you want me to stop?"

Shaking your head, you mumbled out, "N- No... You can keep going..."

She obliged at your soft pleas, the strap moving deep within you while your cock throbbed almost painfully with each light stroke she gave it. You quickly felt yourself approaching your climax, unable to keep your moans down or stop your body from trembling with need.

"You're okay, honey," Monica whispered in a soothing voice as she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can finish whenever you need to, alright?"

That was all it took for you. A breathy moan exited your throat as you arched your back, your cum getting on both her hand and your stomach.

You could tell that she finished shortly after you did by the way her hands gripped onto the bedposts, muttering out a few swears before finally slowing down her movements to a halt. "Did that feel good?"

"Y- Yeah." Your voice felt a little hoarse from all the noise you'd been making, but you still couldn't help the strained mewl that escaped from you as she pulled out.

"Let me get you all cleaned up, then you can have some water, okay?"

Too tired to do anything other than lay there, you watched her start to get everything cleaned up while you attempted to catch your breath. Even if she was exhausted, Monica always refused to lay down herself until you were taken care of.

After wiping you down with a warm rag, she handed you a bottle of water, which you gladly took. You sat up only long enough to drink about a third of the bottle before you laid back down.

When it looked like she was about to go do something else, you gently took her by the arm and tugged her back down onto the bed with you. "Just take a break for a minute and cuddle with me. You can always clean up later."

Despite her deep obsession with keeping everything spotless, you knew she couldn't resist it when you gave her such a pitiful look. She sighed, laying down next to you without protest. "Fine, if you insist."

The corners of your mouth quirked upwards into a faint grin as you clung to her, nuzzling your face into the side of her neck. "Love you, Mon."

She couldn't help but smile at how cute you were. "I love you too, sweetheart."

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for thy ship meme, I bestow upon thee akam and kim/harry

Oh handsome stranger in the dark, I shall answer thine questions fair 🧎‍♀️Though if I might ask you to send the kim/harry ask by itself, I'd appreciate that, AkAm got away from me

(putting the answers under the read more, nsfw mentioned but nothing explicit)

✨🔪AKAM🔫 ✨

1. What made you ship them?

M26 was a very fun movie, but their short phone call stole the show. I didn't really know who they were, but their chemistry compelled me to do a deep dive and look all their cases up.

Then I got to the tea party scene and if I hadn't already loved them before, I was certainly gone on them after.

I read yonaga-san's delightful fic Murder Is A State of Mind, and that really sealed my fate. Absorbed half of the akam tag on AO3 while I was in a feverish haze (literally, I had caught the flu) shortly after.

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

Oh dear, you're making me choose?

I think the central one is this:

Rei and Akai are complicated people, and no one understands what they've been through like each other.

They may not like it, but their fates are intertwined. Through no fault of their own; that scene on the rooftop could not have happened any other way, because all three of them cared too much, and I love that (RIP Hiro).

Both Akai and Rei are kind of isolated these days, and I like that they have someone who can start to understand, and offer support.

It's probably a difficult road but we've seen how fond of each other they are in m26, and that's very cute to me. (Akai's little smile? Rei so lost in a daze Kazami needs to try to get his attention twice? Yes please.)

Other than that, I find Furuya Rei endlessly compelling - his grief, his determination, his pride. I like to see him struggle, and Akai is the person who gets under his skin the most. This is going into headcanon territory, but imo the reverse is also true - Akai is rather cold and detached from himself, but Rei's burning determination gets through to him. It makes them both a bit more honest with themselves, perhaps, and I think that's good for them.

And on a rather superficial note, I just like competent guys who know how to handle their weapons. Their excitement at pointing guns at each other during the tea party always gets my heart pumping. They're both unhinged and I love that.

(Speaking of unhinged, I'll never get over how when everyone else was convinced Akai was dead, Rei dug his heels in and kept digging until he was rewarded with the truth: that he had been correct all along. Nothing quite like stealing your enemy's face and trying to spook his allies. Great coping mechanism, 10/10.)

Yeah, I like them too much, it's hard to settle on favourite aspects XD

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

👏Let👏Rei👏top👏<3👏

While I maintain that the healthiest long-term dynamic for them is to be switches, every time I see fanart of doe-eyed twinky little Rei and daddy dom Akai I twitch a little.

(Their height difference is minimal, both of them lead active lives and practice martial arts. If you make Akai out to be built like a brick wall, the same should apply to Rei; vice versa if you make Rei a twink.)

But yeah. In my opinion, Akai is a terrible simp for Rei, going along with his whims (see: m20, where he indulges a fistfight despite knowing the enemy will arrive soon). His interactions with Rei are never aggressive, more curious, amused, or professional - and on the rare occasion, mournful.

Meanwhile Rei seeks attention strives to win against him, tries to get control - in bed, Akai would accommodate him. So yeah. Rei is not a fragile little flower that folds before Akai. He's possessive, and he'll take (and mark) what's his in every way he can.

And Akai would let him.

(Though I do think Rei deserves to get railed so hard he can't think straight anymore, every once in a while.)

Thank you for sending in the ask, mysterious stranger!

[lgcrp]

HAPPY FIFTH ANNIVERSARY!

HAPPY FIVE YEARS, EVERYBODY ! ♡ can you believe we're already half a decade old already ? the baby that is lgc is off to kindergarten, and we can't help but cry like proud parents. 😭 in all seriousness though, it feels like just yesterday that lgc opened, and now five years have already passed – and yet, it's as if we're still just getting started. of course, lgc would have never made it this far without its members, and we're all so grateful to still be able to provide a space through lgc for everyone – us included ! – to enjoy ourselves both personally and creatively. as a thank you to all of you –as there's not even enough words in the world to express it enough ! – for everything, we'll be gifting everyone +30 FREE SKILL POINTS to distribute. please submit your LGC 5TH ANNIVERSARY points to the points blog before AUGUST 24, 2024 11:59 EDT. you may use this post as proof for your points sheets. additionally, we've created a simple GRAPHIC TEMPLATE for the UNIVERSE platform to use on our FANSITES. moving forward, this template will be linked in the monthly sns updates. we also don't want to discourage anyone from creating their own graphics for the fansites, especially like some have been for the monthly universe prompt. there used to be a non-canon twitter account that acted as a fan translation account for lgc artists on bubble. while fun and enjoyable, it was confusing whether or not what was posted on that account was considered canon in lgc, so we wanted to OFFICIALLY create a way for members with debuted muses to send messages on universe. we also hope this encourages members to post on the fansites more than twice a month. we've put together a EXAMPLE on how the universe graphics can be utilized with tumblr's text editor. please keep in mind that your posts must be company-appropriate and that the usual rules for sns still apply. we also ask that you refrain from interacting with or commenting on other lgc artists' activities through universe. additionally, idols may only post with their group mates. make sure to tag your fansite posts with #lgc:universe, and let us know if you have any questions. ( if you don't have access to photoshop or other editing software, please message us ! a member of the admod team can create/update your muse's universe profile for you, and will upload the final images to the same drive folder where the templates can be found. ) we still have more cool and really exciting things ( as you might've already seen on the LGCMANAGER blog *wink wink* ) planned for our fifth anniversary, but before we get ahead of ourselves, we do want to reiterate yet again how incredibly thankful we are for everyone who's made lgc their home. we cannot stress enough how humbled we are to lead a group of such talented and passionate writers. under the cut, you can read a short letter from some of us to express our gratitude in our own words. but from us as a whole, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for five years. here's to many, many more ! ♡ your lgcadmod team

happy five years, everyone!!! i can't believe it, lgc has officially lasted longer than my high school career, my college career, etc... it's crazy to think that such pivotal moments of my life have happened with lgc always there, in the background, as one of the only constants in my life. i say it every year and i'll say it again, but i can't thank you all enough for making lgc be the home that it is for me. i mean, this is the longest relationship i've ever committed to in my life!! seriously though, i'm so grateful for everyone i've met here and everything i've accomplished here, but we're not done yet! we still have so much in store for you all, and the anniversary event is just the tip of the iceberg of the fun stuff we've got planned this year alone. after all five years is just a drop in the bucket, let's double it and make it ten. 😎

— love yall so much, kristin (admin *)

it felt like yesterday when i was writing a message for lgc’s first anniversary and now that we’re celebrating the fifth one is something that shocks me sometimes! from starting off as a regular member, to a points and press mod, and now an admin that handles an array of tasks, i’ve seen quite a lot and if there’s anything that these anniversaries remind me of, it’s the dedication and commitment that everyone has to building and maintaining this community. i still remember seeing the first batch of muses receiving their 200 notoriety reward and the excitement and anticipation of wondering what that special 200 notoriety reward submit had to…well, 1,000 notoriety rewards happening! as someone who loves seeing the muses’ progression, it brings me joy whenever i see other muses reach certain milestones because not only does it show the dedication the mun has towards their muse, but the development the muse has gone through, just like the rp itself. legacy started off as a new rp but over time, changes and additions were made to make this rp awesome and a lot of that is thanks to everyone’s contributions. your suggestions, reactions, and even written posts, shaped legacy to be the way it is right now and will continue to do so in the future too! i’d also like to give a special shoutout to the past and present admod team members! legacy itself is quite a massive roleplay to take care of, but thank you so much for all of your effort and ideas! it makes me happy reading and seeing some of the projects being worked on behind the scenes from the admods and every time i hope that everyone else enjoys them too! as mentioned above, there are exciting things coming and i’m certain that the rest of 2024 and 2025 will be quite a ride too (trust me, some stuffs for 2025 have been planned since q2)! once again, thank you everyone for being a part of such a special moment and happy 5th anniversary to lgcrp!

— love, cloud ☁️ (admin a)

five years already, it sounds surreal! Although my importance as an admin has become lesser since my return, I can’t help but feel pride that the roleplay has been thriving for such a long time. and that is all thanks to you, the members, as well as the wonderful team of admins and mods that work tirelessly to make LGC function. whether you have recently joined, or even to those who left, everyone who has passed through LGC has left their mark and helped make it the place it is today. when we created the rp, I don’t think any of us expected it to last this long with so many invested and wonderful members. it really warms my heart. let’s cheer to another five years, maybe?

— love, marie

[mistytarot0919]

『 ↳✧･ﾟ HOW TO HELP A TAROT READER?

Hello, angels!♕˚ʚ♡ɞ˚👼🏻Misty - your tarot reader here✨🔮🌠🃏🌟!

I am writing this message to make people understand that we as tarot readers(especially those with blogs at the beginning of the road but not only) are nothing without the help of our followers. I see a lot of small blogs that are struggling to find the right followers for them because people don't know about them or don't know how to help them.

I understand that we live in an era where we try to communicate as short as possible or do anything on a hurry but I think that before work, problems, studies and other stuff we are humans and it is in our DNA to help(it doesn't matter if it's just a message, a thank you, tip).

I know that everyone is busy with their life and I really encourage you to be like this because that's the only way you will be able to succeed in life, but please, help us a little bit.

I think that 5 minutes from your precious time will make our life way more better or easier. As much as it sounds, actually, it means the world to us.

Of course, I'm not here to tell you how to do things. This is a suggestion for everyone who is receiving support from your tarot readers(free reading, paid readings, games, messages, questions, info about tarot cards/deck/interpretation).

＊•̩̩͙☆🦋☆•̩̩͙˚DO this to help your tarot reader:

🌸REBLOG their content - every reblog means the world to them. This is the most important step as it helps us spread news about our blog and we need to grow our community as much as we can - yes, we exist because of you guys!

🌸LIKE our work as much as you can but understand that you also need to REBLOG it at the same time in order to let others find about our content.

🌸BE POLITE - remember that we are doing our best to help and guide you

🌸BE PATIENT - I understand that everyone wants their answer as quickly as possible but remember that we are also humans, we work with energies and that sometimes after only one reading we are drained. So rest assure, you will get your answers!

🌸RESPECT THE RULES - We don't want those details in order to make it hard for you or to complicate things. I think any of my tarot reader colleagues is asking only a few important things. Please respect them because it's very difficult at some point to message everyone who didn't read them well(we lose a lot of time and you will get your reading later because your place will be taken by someone who has already respected the rules)

🌸UNDERSTAND THEIR BOUNDARIES - We aren't here to make you uncomfortable so please do the same for us. Every human being has their own limits, please respect that and don't make us feel uncomfortable.

🌸GIVE A CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK - We can take both good or bad feedback, as long as it's a little bit detailed(did it work, did it help you, did it resonated, did it give you an idea of what you should do next). We learn all our life, so it also help us grow when it comes to intuition and interpretations.

🌸MESSAGE us if you didn't understand something. We understand everything as long as you tell us from the beginning.

🌸RESPECT OUR PRIVACY - As long as we respect you and don't post personal details, photos or other stuff, please respect ours as well. Posting parts from our conversations with us is also a lack of privacy!

🌸If there is something that doesn't seem right(about info, your reading, or your reader) ABSORB ALL THE INFORMATION AND PROCESS IT THROUGH YOUR OWN PERSPECTIVE AND UNDERSTANDING, we believe in you and your vision!

🌸Check the PINNED POSTS on their profile before sending a message/request - usually, you have all the information you need over there, if not, feel free to send us a message.

＊•̩̩͙☆🦋☆•̩̩͙˚DON'T' do this in order to help your tarot reader.

🏵️DON'T GET ANGRY - Sometimes there can be some parts from our readings that don't resonate with you, take only what you feel that applies to your situation

🏵️DON'T REPOST our content on Tumblr or other platforms. It is our work, we had done a lot of research, reading, analysis for a long period of time and it is our decision to share it with others, so if you do that at least GIVE US CREDIT!

🏵️DON'T FORCE US TO DO READINGS THAT WE DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE TO DO!

🏵️DON'T EXPECT TO BE RESPECTED IF YOU DON'T RESPECT!

🏵️DON'T FORGET TO SPREAD LOVE AND SUPPORT WITH EVERYONE AROUND YOU!

Don't forget that every small world can mean the world to someone. Everyone who sees this message, PLEASE REBLOG AND LET'S HELP EACH OTHER!

Stay safe and wish you only the best!

Misty🧚🏻‍♂️✨🤍

[hi3rd-typewriter-archive]

📌Welcome to the Honkai Impact 3rd Typewriter Archive.📝

>Hiatus status : Currently restocking on drafts, most images have been cut and cleaned, unknown when the Hiatus will be over.

-What is the purpose of this Blog ? Well as the name suggests it is a place where you can find all of the Typewriters published by MiHoYo.

-Why does this blog exist ? Doesn't MiHoYo publish the typewriters ?

Yes and no, they do in fact publish them, however unfortunately for us non-CN fans they only publish them on Twitter and Hoyolab. Unlike on Miyoushe where they have a dedicated account for the Typewriter, on these two they do not so the Typewriters tend to get drowned in the endless posts and searching for them can be quite bothersome. You could very well download Miyoushe and go look at them yourself (you do not need to make an account for it), but it's quite the amount of steps for such a simple thing, so I decided to do that myself and group everything here, and make it easier to find a specific character as all Typewriters will be tagged with the character's name.

>Every post will be tagged withe the Character's name, not Family name as some can be quite complicated and I felt like it would be unnecessary as few characters share the same name.

>Regarding Captainverse : I will tag posts with the "Captainverse" to further simplify the sorting, I will tag them with the name used in the Captainverse and for some cases the name of their Main Timeline counter part (ex : "Kasumi" will also be tagged as "Yae Sakura" and "Bronnie" as "Bronya").

>Herrschers will all be tagged with Name + Herrscher title (ex : "Mei" + "Herrscher of Origin"). Special cases like "Herrscher of Sentience" will still be tagged as "Fu Hua" because despite being her own entity she is still sorted as a "Fu Hua" battlesuit in-game.

>Both Seeles will be tagged under a single "Seele" tag but I am willing to make a tag to separate them if enough people deem it necessary (please demand it politely if this is what you want).

#Expect slow and inconsistent updates, and sudden Hiatuses (mostly stated as "indefinite") as I am currently in Uni and while my schedule is fairly generous I lack full vacations and I also have a life and studies to read, this blog might not be updated right as a new Typewriter comes out, especially if the character showcased hasn't been revealed to global yet, I know most of the fandom follows CN release schedule and beta but that doesn't mean everyone does and I would not want to spoil anyone, so if the character is story relevant/new I might wait until they're revealed globally before posting their Typewriter. Currently unsure if i should apply the same logic to outfits or not.

#You can send asks to this blog but only the ones asking questions, asking for further explanations, advices on how to improve the blog and overall just on-topic will be acknowledged. This is not a personal blog, if you want to talk to me go to my personal blog, thank you.

[builtbybrokenbells]

22 with Danny 🥹

Doing each others hair

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: showering together but no smut, fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

Prompt list here

The main door of your home opened, sending a jolt of panic through you. You weren’t expecting Danny to be home so soon, and your current state was very much reflective of that. Half of your hair was tied up, and the bottom half was doused in hair dye, although, admittedly, very poorly. You had greatly underestimated the dedication it would take to dye your own hair, and your arms were growing more tired by the second. Plus, it didn’t help that you couldn’t quite see what you were doing. The bleaching was an easy process, it didn’t take long and you still had motivation while you were doing it. Once you rinsed it out and blow dried, the mood shifted. You were hungry, tired, and ready to give up on your mission.

You expected to be finished by the time Danny returned home, but the process was taking longer than anticipated. When his footsteps echoed down the hall, you realized that it might just be easier to ask him to help, rather than to send him away. “Y/n?” He asked, nearing the door to the bathroom.

“In here,” you replied, loud enough so he could hear you over the music playing. “Come in.” You added, awaiting the door opening. After a moment, it did. He peeked his head around to get a look at you before he stepped inside. When he caught sight of the scene, he was met with a one that he certainly wasn’t expecting.

“What uh… what are you doing?” He asked, a smile on his lips and a small laugh following the question.

“Baking a cake.” You rolled your eyes. He chuckled, fully stepping inside.

“You need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. “My arms are killing me.” You set the brush down inside the bowl of red dye and turned to look at him. He lifted your chin, leaning down to place a kiss to your lips while being cautious about touching the dye. You carefully slipped off your gloves, motioning for him to give you one of his hands. When he did, you put it on him. He gave you his other hand so you could do the same.

He grabbed the brush, dipping it in the dye and positioned himself behind you. He was already aware of the process. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped you out, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were quite keen on changing your hair up every so often, and in a true boyfriend fashion, Danny was always willing to lend a helping hand. “Red this time?” He asked, slowly applying the colour to your freshly bleached hair.

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while. I thought it would look cool.” You shrugged.

“It will,” he agreed. “I like it already.” You smiled at his statement. He was always so accepting of anything you did, and made sure to cheer you on while you did it. He was the best boyfriend, and there was no arguing that fact. You had already done most of the work; he only needed to touch up the parts closest to your scalp. He worked in almost silence aside from an occasional comment. He finished it up with ease and placed the brush back in the bowl. He gently arranged the dyed portion on top of the towel you had draped across your shoulders. “All done.” He informed you.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to face him. He smiled down at you, just happy to finally get a good look at your face. That was something you loved about him; no matter what you looked like, or how much disarray you were in, he always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world; like he was so lucky just to be able to be near you.

“Anytime, bug.” He replied, removing the gloves from his hands. Once they were safely on the counter, he grabbed you by the waist and gently guided you into him. He leaned down, giving you a proper kiss. You held him there for a moment, content with the action and realizing how much you’d missed him all day. When you parted, he gazed over your shoulder and looked to the dye that was still left. “What are you gonna do with the rest of it?” You turned, looking quickly at what he was referring to. You pondered, unsure of what you could use it for. You’d overestimated the amount by a little, leaving just enough to make you feel guilty about throwing it away.

An idea sprung to mind, eyes lighting up and a mischievous grin spreading across your cheeks. You turned back to him, letting your gaze fall on the blonde streaks that ran through his mess of dark curls. You reached up, finding a highlight that ran underneath his hair, hidden mostly from initial view. You looked to meet his eyes, just to find him already watching you. “We could match?” He let out a small laugh, already knowing what you were thinking before you said it. “Just an idea.”

“Yeah, why not.” He shrugged. “Just one, though.”

“Of course.” You nodded, feeling the excitement bubble within you. He’d never let you do anything to his hair before, but at the same time, you’d never really asked. “You sure?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He assured you. “I think it would be cool. And I’d get to match with you, so that’s even cooler.” You felt a blush dust across your cheeks. Even after years of dating, he still managed to make you blush. Even after so much time, you often still felt the nervousness and giddiness of the crush you had on him all those years ago. You hoisted yourself up on the edge of the countertop with your hands so you could sit. Once you were secure in your position, you guided him towards you.

“Take your shirt off.” You said, grabbing the dish of dye. He did as he was told, throwing it on the floor. Your eyes drifted to his now exposed torso, finding your heart speed in your chest.

“Like what you see?” He teased, a smile still stuck on his lips.

“Always.” You breathed, no tone of joking present. Instead of lingering on the topic, you moved most of his hair around to one shoulder, securing it there with the elastic you had around your wrist. Carefully, you separated one streak of blonde. “You can still back out, you know.”

“I’m okay.” He laughed. “It’s just hair.” You couldn’t argue the point with him, because you always said the same thing. Without any further hesitation, you started applying the colour to his hair, too. It only took a few moments to completely saturate the hair, as it was only a tiny amount. Once you finished, you placed the dish back on the counter once more. You shifted slightly, pulling him into you a little bit further. You wrapped your arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. He looked down, careful as to not disrupt any of the hair that was processing the colour, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “How long do we have to wait?”

“‘Till it’s ready.” You hummed, cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” He laughed.

“About thirty minutes.” You said, closing your eyes and appreciating the warmth of his body. “How was your day?”

“Less exciting than yours.” He teased, fingers tracing small patterns into your lower back. “Lots of meetings, preparing for the next tour.”

“Don’t remind me,” you mumbled, your grip on him tightening a little bit.

“So you just decided you needed a change?” He asked.

“Yeah, got bored.” You explained, but he was well aware of your constant need to change up your hair. Over the years, it became normal for him to come home to the bathroom in complete disarray with coloured hair dye and towels all over the place. Often times, he ended up having to finish the job for you, but he never once complained. You thought the change kept things exciting, and he was always happy to see you happy. Plus, he’d think you were the most beautiful person in the world, even if you had no hair. He was in love with you no matter what, and proved it further every day that passed.

Minutes went by, filled with small chatter and many stolen kisses. When the time came to rinse the dye out, both of you thought it was easier to hop in the shower together. You stepped in first, the warm water instantly relaxing you. He let you enjoy the warmth for a moment before he helped you wash the colour from your hair. Once the majority was out, he searched for your shampoo and poured some on his hand. “C’mere.” He beckoned you towards him. You did so, allowing him the opportunity to lather the soap throughout your hair. He did it in a much more gentle manner than you would have, and took some extra time to massage your scalp, easing the tension in your head. Once he was satisfied with the amount of bubbles that had formed, he took it upon himself to try to form your hair into a giant spike at the top of your head.

“Stop,” you giggled, trying to push his hands away.

“No, hold on. I almost have it.” He pleaded. You stopped trying to fight it, in no way able to stay annoyed at him when he looked so happy. After a few moments, he managed to get it to stay up somewhat well. “There. It’s perfect.” He said in triumph. He only admired it for a moment before it inevitably fell. He didn’t dwell on the disappointment, wasting no time guiding you back into the water and washing it out for you. The beauty of the bare intimacy without the intent of anything sexual was overwhelming.

Once the shampoo was washed out, he carefully combed some conditioner through the ends of your hair. You stepped out of the way of the shower head, letting it sit for a few minutes. “Your turn.” You said with a smile. He stepped back into the water, wetting his hair and trying to maneuver himself down so you could comfortably reach his head. You did the same thing he’d done for you, leaving out the mohawk bit, and allowed him to wash the soap away. When it came time for the conditioner, you took extra time coating his hair and combing through the knots. Once you finished, he only gave you enough time to rinse your hands off before he was pulling you into a hug.

“I love you,” he hummed, guiding your face up so he could kiss you.

“I love you.” You mumbled against him, eyes closed in bliss. You both sat for a while, caught in an embrace neither of you wanted to break. Eventually, you parted and finished washing yourselves, then stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourselves in towels, finding yourselves gravitating back to each others hold. “Thanks for helping me.” You mumbled, face once again pressed to his chest.

“I’ll always help you, bug. That’s what I’m here for.” He said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Plus, I got a pretty cool hairstyle out of it, too.” You could feel him smile against you.

“We match.” You added, looking towards the steam streaked mirror. You lifted your hand, picking out the thin lock of red hair from his curls. “When you’re gone on tour, you won’t be able to forget me, now.” He let out a scoff, completely dismissing your comment.

“Like I could ever forget about you.” He pulled you a little bit closer, just to show you he meant what he said. “But, we do look super cool.”

“The coolest.” You agreed. “Everybody will be so jealous.” He laughed at your statement, nodding in agreement.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He ran his fingers through the freshly dyed hair.

“I love you,” you smiled. “And I have to admit, you look quite nice, too.” He pulled you into another kiss, both of you completely content by just being in each others arms. You knew that it would always be your happiest place, because you were certain you’d never find anyone else who was so willing to join in on your crazy ideas.

•

god i love danny he’d be such a good bf, always supportive and nice and sweet and i just love him sm :(

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Wondering if you or any CRM people you know have advice about how to handle not being able to actually do a job you were hired for. I got hired by a local CRM firm, very excited for it. Professor spoke well of the company. Some of my classmates got hired too. I was looking for a summer job but by the time they got back to me school was starting up. I assumed they knew I was a student due to my answer to the "can you work out of town" interview question being a prolonged "uh" followed by "not during the semester." I didn't think I was getting the job after that but they informed me I did a week before classes started. I have a very packed semester and no availability besides weekends but most of their projects are weeks long out of town stuff. I'm worried about if I'll get a bad reputation in the field by hirers if I'm basically just taking the money from training and doing no actual work. Very embarrassed by this whole situation and don't know how to handle it.

Okay, so I really have no CRM experience, but I asked @wafflelovingbatgirl for their take on the situation. Feel free to correct me or add to this as you please. @archaeologysucks and @archaeo-geek maybe you can add your perspective.

Cultural Resource Management companies are just that—companies. You're dealing with a corporate entity who sees many many applicants in a field with high turnover. The reason they offered you a job that doesn't fit your availability is the same reason why they're probably not going to be upset when you decline: they're not thinking of you as an individual, just another applicant.

Now, even though I've never worked CRM, there are two lessons I think you can learn from this.

First, next time you apply for a job (while in school) clearly communicate that you cannot work during the semester. Use those exact words—I cannot do XYZ during the [university/college name] semester. Say it to whoever interviews you, and perhaps put it in an email if it comes up.

Second, you do not owe these companies any information. Clearly they don't remember you're in school right now, and you don't have to remind them. It is perfectly acceptable for you to reply with something along the lines of "thank you for your offer, but I have since found another opportunity." This is true, and it just so happens that current opportunity is school. You could say the same thing if another CRM firm had reached out to you in the time it took this first one to respond.

Honestly, it would probably be fine if you never responded to them. Congratulations: you are now most likely on a list that they will send out to everyone who has recently worked for them. Many of those people are not going to bother responding to yet another call for field techs if they're no longer in a position to take that work.

TL;DR this isn't personal. You know that and they know that. Don't stress.

-Reid

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

just read fight fire with fiendfyre and I just want you to know that you blew me away. I often see people say that everything has been done at least once in fanfiction, that there's nothing new left to do, but they have never come across your stuff. you consistantly blow me away with your stories and this one is no exception. your stories are always so different and unique than anything I have come across before. I have lost count of how many soulmate stories I have read but none of them have ever hit me like this one. as strange as it sounds none of them have ever felt real until this one. I'm probably not making sense so I am sorry for that, I just wanted to rant to you. please never stop writing.

Anon you are the one who blew me away. I want to thank you for taking the time out of your day to send this to me. It means a lot to me. You are so sweet and kind and just lovely.

The idea that there's nothing new left to do in stories is something that I've seen as well, and it's never sat well with me. My answer to that is that they just don't have enough imagination. There's always something new, you just got to create it first.

This ask has made my entire month and even more than that. You come with high praise, and I hope that it remains. I want to keep your expectations the same. When I write, it's usually because I have unanswered questions. I've said this before but if I have a question that canon or fandom can't answer then I'm going to come up with the answer myself. And that applies to tropes too.

With Fight Fire with Fiendfyre, I took the idea of a soulmate straight to the core. What would that mean? Okay, you have a soulmate, what is that? What sets that person apart from someone else? Oh, they were made for you? They are your other half? How? Show me the difference. So I did!

I showed my idea of a soulmate, and I'm thrilled that it resonated with you.

Thank you. Thank you for the ask, for taking time to reach out to me, and thank you for reading my story. Just thank you.

Fight Fire with Fiendfyre

[smalltimidbean]

hi again! So I have a lot I wanna say following the anatomy post, as I'll be calling it, because even though it's fresh I read the whole thing and I'm glad we know more about the clones :D and also I assume now would be a good time to ask about because of how fresh it is. ANYWAYS let's get to it!

So I wanted to ask about these specific parts, and what I could tell from them:

To summarize, a clone bearing a toothy grin is threatening, and a clone sticking its tongue out/drooling/licking it lips is not threatening. This is the premise I worked under when I made this:

(In like, 2 minutes. I wonder if anyone can tell!)

As you can see, I added a few facial expressions that weren't mentioned l, and that I wonder their meaning in relation to what has already been stated. I think I can confidently predict what the first two mean, thanks to the fact that clones have made those facial expressions before. Though anyone is welcome to correct me if I'm wrong!

Closed-mouth and open-mouth smiles are not threats, unlike the toothy "smiles" which are. The quotation mark around "smile" in the original post(as well as a part of pep's toyhouse page(which didn't appear in the Tumblr post from several months past)) also indicate that the threatening smiles are not genuine, and so smiles without teeth are genuine expressions of joy.

The other one, though, seems to send somewhat mixed messages. That expression is saying both that "I am a threat" and "I am not a threat, " which when a applied to the only clone we ever see donning this face, Pep, is true. Though, whenever he smiles like that, it is genuine and not an attempt to threaten anyone. Is this because he's smiling at something or someone other than a fellow clone, and he knows that, in order to communicate the same emotion he has to make a different facial expression depending on if he's making it at clones on non-clones?

But uhh yeah :D hope this wasn't too long winded and that I made any sort of sense lol!

Yaya! I have a ton of clone info I wanna post, but I have been trying to figure out how/where to do that, so I might just unload it all here in chunks kjlfdkfg

Asking questions about clone stuff is alright, and it helps me figure out stuff, or point out if I have contradicted myself - which happens more than I would like kjfgkjfg

Although for these points, perhaps I spoke too broadly as this post was supposed to be on anatomy and not behaviour, but I guess I can't help myself kjdfgk - it is also why I did not mention other types of smile

But for clones there are genuine smiles, and there are threat 'smiles', like this;

Threat smiles are not expressions of joy, they are meant to convey 'I have teeth, and I will use them if you continue to upset me' or simply 'you are bothering me' if they are not showing teeth - whereas genuine smiles are just that, they are happy

If you add a tongue to a threat 'smile', it is still considered a threat due to other aspects like the eyes and stance etc, but more along the lines of either a submissive threat ('I am scared, please leave, or I will attack') or the clone is hungry ('I will eat you if approached, so back off for your own good') - but honestly it depends on the situation, sometimes clones already have their tongues out before threat 'smiling' and it ends up hanging out regardless dhfsdh

And yes, most of Pep's smiles have been genuine - there has been at least two with a threat 'smile' (both directed at or implied to be directed at Peppino) - but most of the time he is genuinely happy

It can be a bit confusing since clones are kinda animal, kinda people, so they get both that 'smiling is a threat' (animal side) and 'smiling is friendly' (people side) lfglgfd

When I make a post(s) on clone behaviours, I will be sure to make this more clear! But I still appreciate the questions!