#silver spicy alphabet

[kiscon]

PHILON AWARDS

KiScon is honoured to host the Philon Awards. Established by Jenna Sinclair and Shelley Butler in 1997, they were an annual event organised by The K/S Press to honour outstanding authors and artists in K/S fandom. With the permission and support of Jenna and Shelley, KiScon is resuming this beautiful tradition.

Philon Awards 2023 Winners (officially announced on 5 Nov 2023, at KiScon) Short fic (word count under 10K): 🏆 Gold: Spock 🖖 by vaksur & WerewolvesAreReal 🏆 Silver: One In A Myriad of Little Dwelling Places by CampySpaceSlime

Long fic (word count 10K-50K): 🏆 Gold: Red is by spirkme 🏆 (ex aequo) 🏆 Gold: Rain Dogs by gunstreet 🏆 (ex aequo) 🏆 Gold: Milk and Honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) 🏆 (ex aequo) Silver: Untouched by SButler

Novella/novel (word count over 50K): 🏆 Gold: First, Best Destiny, Part Two by Ophelia_j 🏆 Silver: Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

Podfic: 🏆 Gold: Communicators Can’t Scan (or, how Jim Kirk learned to stop worrying and love the Vulcanese) by 1lostone 🏆 (ex aequo) 🏆 Gold: Injured by 1lostone 🏆 (ex aequo) Silver: Interior Harmony by 1lostone

Traditional art: 🏆 Gold: Marooned? Honeymoon? Honeymarooned? by subterraneanna 🏆 Silver: Spock by the Pool by SButler

Digital art: 🏆 Gold: The Meddling Captain (Comic) by lorvee 🏆 Silver: Heaven… when I held you again. How could we ever just be friends? by BataSann

Poetry: 🏆 Gold: The Mountains I Climb by USS_Queertastic 🏆 Silver: Come Home With Me by ForFucksSakeJim

Zines: 🏆 Gold: The AOS Renaissance Zine 🏆 Silver: Legends #10 by Dovya Blacque (Ed.)

Philon Awards 2023 Shortlist (in alphabetical order of the title; shortlist based on the results of the nominations phase)

Short fic (word count under 10K):

An old earth custom by pkrosche

Can We Always Be This Close? by ForFucksSakeJim

Fatal Vision by ikoliholic

I [43M] wish to tell my friend [40M] that it’d be logical for us to get married by Smile_Edgeworth

One In A Myriad of Little Dwelling Places by CampySpaceSlime

Spock 🖖 by vaksur & WerewolvesAreReal

The Tropiest of Tropes by Spirkme

Long fic (word count 10K-50K):

already, and always by flipthebits

Catspaw of Another Kind by Borealisblue

Distance of Time by yassifiedjimkirk

Home in a Mug by Lizzy0305

Milk and Honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

Rain Dogs by gunstreet

Red is by spirkme

Reservations — A Sequel to Desire/Reserve by Herself_nyc

Social Graces by gunstreet

The Prince and The Vulcan by TonightNoPoetryWillServe

Untouched by SButler

Variations on a bitter theme by OrpheaAria

Novella/novel (word count over 50K):

First, Best Destiny, Part Two by Ophelia_j

The Promised Land by gunstreet

This Must Be the Place by gunstreet

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

to assess the equation of you by uhuraprime

Podfic:

Communicators Can’t Scan (or, how Jim Kirk learned to stop worrying and love the Vulcanese) by 1lostone

For the Greater Good by cookiemom6067

Injured by 1lostone

Interior Harmony by 1lostone

Mistletoe Kisses by 1lostone

Traditional art:

AOS Spock Portrait by Nic

Blooming Kiss by Purple_Enma

Marooned? Honeymoon? Honeymarooned? by subterraneanna

Spock by the Pool by SButler

Spock's Lyre by lorvee

The Golden Couple by Purple_Enma

Digital art:

A little sweet, a little spicy: k/s gingerbread cookies by PageofWands

Heaven… when I held you again. How could we ever just be friends? by BataSann

The Honeymoon Postcard by lorvee

The Meddling Captain (Comic) by lorvee

TOS Kirk/Spock in SNW Dress Uniforms by BataSann

Poetry:

Asleep by alainanmccoy

Come Home With Me by ForFucksSakeJim

Diamonds for You by Orabla

I’m the X (Reprise) by eigenvectrix

The Mountains I Climb by USS_Queertastic

Zines:

The AOS Renaissance Zine 

Legends #10 by Dovya Blacque (Ed.)

[philon-awards]

Philon Awards 2023 Shortlist / Voting Form

(in alphabetical order of the title; shortlist based on the results of the nominations phase)

Short fic (word count under 10K):

An old earth custom by pkrosche Can We Always Be This Close? by ForFucksSakeJim Fatal Vision by ikoliholic I [43M] wish to tell my friend [40M] that it’d be logical for us to get married by Smile_Edgeworth One In A Myriad of Little Dwelling Places by CampySpaceSlime Spock 🖖 by vaksur & WerewolvesAreReal The Tropiest of Tropes by Spirkme

Long fic (word count 10K-50K):

already, and always by flipthebits Catspaw of Another Kind by Borealisblue Distance of Time by yassifiedjimkirk Home in a Mug by Lizzy0305 Milk and Honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Rain Dogs by gunstreet Red is by spirkme Reservations — A Sequel to Desire/Reserve by Herself_nyc Social Graces by gunstreet The Prince and The Vulcan by TonightNoPoetryWillServe Untouched by SButler Variations on a bitter theme by OrpheaAria

Novella/novel (word count over 50K):

First, Best Destiny, Part Two by Ophelia_j The Promised Land by gunstreet This Must Be the Place by gunstreet Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) to assess the equation of you by uhuraprime

Podfic:

Communicators Can’t Scan (or, how Jim Kirk learned to stop worrying and love the Vulcanese) by 1lostone For the Greater Good by cookiemom6067 Injured by 1lostone Interior Harmony by 1lostone Mistletoe Kisses by 1lostone

Traditional art:

AOS Spock Portrait by Nic Blooming Kiss by Purple_Enma Marooned? Honeymoon? Honeymarooned? by subterraneanna Spock by the Pool by SButler Spock's Lyre by lorvee The Golden Couple by Purple_Enma

Digital art:

A little sweet, a little spicy: k/s gingerbread cookies by PageofWands Heaven… when I held you again. How could we ever just be friends? by BataSann The Honeymoon Postcard by lorvee The Meddling Captain (Comic) by lorvee TOS Kirk/Spock in SNW Dress Uniforms by BataSann

Poetry:

Asleep by alainanmccoy Come Home With Me by ForFucksSakeJim Diamonds for You by Orabla I’m the X (Reprise) by eigenvectrix The Mountains I Climb by USS_Queertastic

Zines:

The AOS Renaissance Zine  Legends #10 by Dovya Blacque (Ed.)

Rules

Voting is open from 10 September to 1 November, 2023 (11:59 p.m. EDT). You do not need to be a registered KiScon member in order to vote; voting is open to every K/S fan.

In each category there will be a Gold (first place) and a Silver (second place) winner.

The winners will be announced during KiScon 2023 (3-5 Nov). Each winner will receive a certificate and a small prize; we will contact the winners after the convention weekend.

You need to be logged into your Google account in order to submit the voting form; this ensures that people do not vote multiple times for the same work. If we suspect sockpuppet activity, we will get in touch for clarification. We keep the voting process completely confidential! Only the KiScon concom will see the submitted forms.

In each category you can pick one work.

You can submit the form only once, but you can edit your responses if you need to add or change something (just follow the link in the email you receive after submitting the form). You cannot edit your responses after voting has closed, so make sure you have picked your favourite in all categories that are important to you.

Yes, you *can* vote for your own work(s). We won't judge you. ;-)

And here's the link to the voting sheet!

[harunayuuka2060]

Silver: Don't worry. I'll protect you.

MC: *is now on their toddler age*

Lilia: *trying to feed MC with his cooking* Silver, get out of the way.

Silver: I can't do that, father.

Lilia: *frowns a little* Silver.

MC: ...

MC: Lilia! Spicy?

Lilia: *smiles* Yes. But just a little bit. You like spicy food, don't you?

MC: *nods*

Silver: M-MC, you're going to encourage him.

Lilia: Come here, MC~. Before the food gets cold.

MC: *toddles towards him*

Silver: *facepalm*

Malleus: *slams the door open*

Lilia: Oh, Malleus? What are you doing here?

Malleus: I've sensed that my child is in danger.

MC: Papa Hornton!

Malleus: *smiles* There you are. *walks up to them* *carries them up* Are you okay?

MC: Hm! About to eat!

Malleus: *eyes the terrible concoction*

Malleus: Sebek has already prepared some food for you.

Lilia: Huh? Why?

Silver: ...

Malleus: He forgot that you have cooked. Instead, kindly give him the food you made. He'll be more than happy to receive it.

Lilia: I made this for MC though.

Silver: Father, you're not trying to send MC to Spectral Realm again, do you?

Lilia: Huh?

Sebek: Sir, are you sure you'll be sending them to preschool?

Malleus: Yes. MC is already old enough to attend.

Sebek: But won't it be better if they stay here? We have a lot of capable tutors!

Malleus: The preschool's not far from here. There's nothing to be worried about. Besides, I'll be on watch.

Sebek: Oh. If that's the case, sir, allow me to be their personal bodyguard!

Malleus: No.

Sebek: Wh-Why, sir?!

Malleus: *looks at him like it's obvious*

Malleus: What do you mean my child can't be in a class with other kids?

The teacher: W-Well, sir. We're afraid that it will cause quite a commotion if they've learned that a Draconia has enrolled in this school.

Malleus: ...

MC: *ends up being homeschooled*

Malleus: *is sulking about it*

Lilia: Hey, Malleus. It's alright. Are you forgetting that MC was an adult? They don't have to re-learn their alphabets, y'know?

Malleus: ...

Lilia: *chuckles* Just enrol them to Night Raven College when they're old enough. In fact, it might even possible now since the headmage knows them.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *smiles* Right. That school is where I met them after all.

MC: *enters the room, carrying a tiny pet*

Lilia and Malleus: ... What's that?

MC: *giggles* Don't know.

Lilia: ...

Lilia: *laughs*

Malleus: *chuckles* Come here. We should name that one.

[the-mortuary-witch]

DEITY MASTERLIST (PART ONE)

THIS IS A VERY LONG POST, AND EVERYTHING IS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

🌊 Ægir

God of: personification of the lcean, brewing, the sea.

Culture: Norse

Symbols: aegishjalmur and laguz rune

Plants: oak, polybody, and rose.

Animals: dolphins, whales and other sea creatures

Colours: blue, green, turquoise and other sea-like shades

Tarot: King of Cups

Offerings: singing sea shanties, seashells and pearls, cleaning up shores and the oceans, bread, sea glass, a bowl of salt water with food dropped into it, Anything related to the sea. Do not offer most beers as he does not like the modern chemical-filled ales, homebrew or local brew beer is better. 

💕 Aengus Og

God of: youth, love, poetic inspiration, summer, and healing

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: Venus, copper, and golden harp

Plants: basil, cinnamon, rose, jasmine, sandalwood, strawberries, mistletoe, violet, birch, cherries, elder, and sycamore

Animals: swans, cats, doves, and sparrows

Colours: green, pink, and red

Tarot: The Lovers, Justice, and The World

Offerings: red roses, strawberries, cake, chocolate, honey, wine, cherries, music, and art.

🧚 Aine

Goddess of: summer, wealth, sovereignty, love, fertility, protection, wealth, agriculture, the sun and moon, and Queen of the faeries

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: silver and white Items, meadowsweet, the moon, and midsummer

Plants: angelica, blackberry, cowslip, elder, orchid, fennel, flax, garlic, mugwort, nettle, oak, hawthorn, mistletoe, alfalfa, ash, agrimony, birch, broom, holly, lavender, meadow-sweet, and gorse.

Animals: red mare, horse, rabbit, swan, cattle, and bees

Colours: red, gold, green, blue, and yan

Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: milk, bread, home-grown produce, cream, fire and candles, sunflowers, yellow glowers, honey, summer fruits, oranges, and bee-related Items.

⛅ Amaterasu

Goddess of: the sun and the universe

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: mirror, jewel, sword, and bow and arrow

Plants: chrysanthemum, cryptomeria, carnation, chamomile, juniper, marigold, rosemary, and sunflower

Animals: dragon-fox, horse, rooster, and wolf

Colours: yellow, gold, red, and orange

Tarot: The Sun and The World

Offerings: rice crackers, cooked rice, origami figures, rice candy, brightly-coloured Japanese food, and silk and other fabrics.

💃 Ame-no-uzume

Goddess of: dawn, mirth, meditation, revelry, dance, fertility, and the arts

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: antique Items and fans

Plants: moss and sakaki 

Animals: fox

Colours: pink, red, white, and yellow

Tarot: Three of Cups and Suit of Cups

Offerings: dancing, bells, silk ribbons, rice cakes, and dake.

⚰️ Anubis

God of: the dead, mummification, embalming, the afterlife, and tombs

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: crook and flail, and mummy gauze

Plants: star anise, benzoin, cloves, cardamom, frankincense, myrrh, rosemary, cypress, and cedarwood

Animals: jackal

Colours: black, green, red, and gold

Tarot: Death

Offerings: cool water, strong liquor like rum, spicy foods, dark and bitter chocolate, strong incense, cypress oil, locks and keys, honour the dead and your ancestors, leave flowers on graves, support orphans and the homeless, and act as a guide for someone.

💘 Aphrodite

Goddess of: love, beauty, and fertility

Culture: Greek and Roman

Symbols: rose, pearl, mirror, girdle, anemone, lettuce, narcissus seashells, scallop shells, Venus, golden apples, the number 5, and mirrors

Plants: apple, linden tree, myrtle, pomegranate, myrrh, poppies, lettuce, rose, quince, ash, poplar, anemone, and artichokes

Animals: swans, dolphins, doves, sparrows, bees, and goats

Colours: red, pink, violet, silver, aqua, sea foam, and light blue

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, The Star, and The Suit of Cups

Offerings: roses, chocolate, apples, jewelry, beauty products, seashells, olive oil, honey, wine, cinnamon, art and music, mirrors, and rose quartz.

☀️ Apollo

God of: the Sun, prophecy, oracles, light, music, the arts, song, poetry, healing, medicine, plague, disease, protection of the youth, knowledge, and herds

Culture: Greek

Symbols: lyre, laurel wreath, silver bow and arrows, tripod, the Sun, and Sunday

Plants: laurel, larkspur, cypress, apple trees, palm trees, and hyacinthus

Animals: swan, raven, tortoise, serpent, wolf, dolphin, and mouse

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, blue, and white

Tarot: The Sun, The Chariot, Strength, and Temperance

Offerings: red wine, olive oil, sun water, citrus fruits, honey, golden objects, feathers, lamb or goat meat, cheese, bread, sunflowers, laurel wreaths, and aloe vera.

🐕 Arawn 

God of: Ruler of Annwn the Celtic Otherworld, leader of the wild hunt, death, the Underworld, and justice

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: the Hounds of Arawn, cauldron, and samhain

Plants: reeds, cedar, cypress, ivy, honeysuckle, and sage

Animals: hounds and pigs

Colours: red, black, white, brown, green, gold, and grey

Tarot: Suit of Pentacles and King of Pentacles

Offerings: game birds such as duck or turkey, bread, honey, milk, mead, and ale.

⚔️ Ares

God of: war, courage, and battle

Culture: Greek

Symbols: sword, shield, spear, helmet, and iron

Plants: thorns, peppers, chilli, and garlic

Animals: serpents, vultures, woodpeckers, horses, and dogs

Colours: red, purple, and black

Tarot: The Emperor, The Chariot, The Tower, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands

Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, spicy foods, coffee, water, olive oil, red meats, frankincense, weapons, and learn self defence.

🌌 Arianrhod

Goddess of: fertility, fate, reincarnation, beauty, and difficulties

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: silver wheel, full moon, weaving tools, the zodiac, and Corona Borealis

Plants: ivy, lavender, rosemary, cedar, and pine

Animals: spiders, owls, and wolves

Colours: silver, white, green, blue, and purple

Tarot: The Star, The Moon, and Wheel of Fortune

Offerings: silver coins, white candles, wheat, fruits, home-cooked meals, salads, wine, water, hot teas, smoothies, and study the constellations and the zodiac.

🏹 Artemis

Goddess of: the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague

Culture: Greek

Symbols: bow and arrow, quiver, hunting spears, animal pelts, lyre, torches, and the moon

Plants: cypress, walnut, amaranth, almond, daisy, willow, wormwood, fir, pine, thistle, honeysuckle, bay laurel, artemisia, fig, and oak

Animals: stag, deer, dog, bear, boar, quail, guineafowls, bee, and all wild animals

Colours: white, silver, gold, yellow, green, and blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Temperance, The Moon, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, and Page of Wands

Offerings: red wine, olive oil, honey, water, almonds, walnuts, honeycakes, fruit, artemisia plants, arrows, dance, cypress, pine cones and branches, cider, game meat, protect nature and wildlife, always help animals and women in need, go hiking, research native plants and animals, and follow the moon phases and work with them.

❤️‍🔥 Astarte

Goddess of: love, sexuality, war, hunting, and power

Culture: Canaanite 

Symbols: chariot and Venus

Plants: lilies and coriander

Animals: lion, horse, dove, and sphinx

Colours: red and white

Tarot: The Empress and The Chariot

Offerings: lilies, roses, sweet cakes, honey, henna tattoos, and clothing stained with menstrual blood.

⚖️ Athena

Goddess of: wisdom, handicraft, and strategic warfare

Culture: Greek

Symbols: aegis, Gorgon’s Head, spear, and helmet

Plants: olive tree, ivy, cypress, and cornel tree

Animals: owl, snake, rooster, crow, and spider

Colours: blue, grey, white, yellow, and silver

Tarot: Justice, The High Priestess, and The Emperor

Offerings: olive oil, honey, wine, bread, olives, pears, olive tree leaves or branches, your handicrafts, owl feathers, snake skins, and weapons.

🐐 Baphomet

God/Goddess of: sexuality, demonic forces, wisdom, nature, balance, darkness, and pride

Culture: Demonic

Symbols: pentagram, head of a goat, human body with an animal head, pentacle, sword, key, male and female, and the words "as above so below"

Plants: rosemary, lilacs, irises, lavender, aconitum napellus, black walnut, and cacao

Animals: black goats, snakes, wolves, ravens, dogs, oxen, and black cats

Colours: black, white, yellow, red, green, purple, gold, and dark blue

Tarot: The Chariot, The Hermit, The Empress, and The Devil

Offerings: our time, meditation, communication, carving their symbol or name into a candle, any kind of art of them, being respectful, learning about them, candles, liquor, ropes, incense: dragons blood, black musk, frankincense, etc, animal skulls, bones, horns, etc, and dark or red flowers.

🛖 Baba Yaga

Goddess of: death and rebirth, fertility, and nature 

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: knife, oven, mortar and pestle, and the Sun

Plants: poppy, black sunflower, medicinal herbs, and rye

Animals: horse, hedgehog, snake, dragon, and cat

Colours: red, black, and white

Tarot: The Devil

Offerings: lavish home-cooked meals with russian delicacies and a beautifully-set table, caravan tea, and vodka.

💡 Baldr

God of: light, joy, purity, and summer

Culture: Norse

Symbols: the Sun and Sunday

Plants: mistletoe, chamomile, daisies, white flowers, ash, marigold, and St John’s wort

Animals: songbirds

Colours: yellow, gold, and white

Tarot: The Sun, The Fool, Death, and The World

Offerings: kindness to others, chamomile tea, apple juice, mead, and lit candles.

🌺 Bast

Goddess of: home, domesticity, women’s secrets, cats, fertility, childbirth, marriage, music, magic, sex, prosperity, joy, dance, healing, and pleasure

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: basket, Ankh, the Sun and Moon, and perfume jar

Plants: catnip, vervain, cinnamon, and cannabis 

Animals: cat and lion

Colours: green and gold

Tarot: The Chariot, Strength, and The Sun

Offerings: perfume, salves and body scrubs, milk, meat, honey, gold items, chocolate, pastries, onions and garlic, bread, beer, tea, and taking care of cats.

🐉 Benzaiten / Benten

Goddess of: water, literature, music, wealth, femininity, fertility, dance, and love

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: Biwa, dragon, pearl, conch shell, iron, and gold

Plants: lotus, water lilies, and yellow flowers

Animals: snakes, dragons, and white snakes are her messengers

Colours: blue, silver, white, and yellow

Tarot: The Empress and The Suit of Cups

Offerings: money, water, rice, sake, gemstones, music and other creative arts, raw eggs, yellow flowers, blessed water, bath rituals, and seashells.

🧶 Berchta

Goddess of: psychopomp, spinning and weaving, abundance, and protector of women and children

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: keys, distaff, Yule, and falx

Plants: mayflowers, holly, evergreens, birch, and wild berries

Animals: goose, swan, goat, cricket, owl, and fox

Colours: blue, white, red, and gold

Tarot: Death

Offerings: herring, dumplings, alcoholic beverages like schnapps.

📓 Bragi

God of: poetry and eloquence

Culture: Norse

Symbols: harp and book

Plants: beech, fern, and lily of the valley

Animals: chickadee

Colours: orange and gold

Tarot: The Magician and The Hermit

Offerings: mead, poetry, and beautiful writing.

🍀 Brigid

Goddess of: spring, fertility, family, the hearth, childbirth, fire, blacksmiths,

scholars, physicians, prophets, healing, poetry, occult knowledge, and justice

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: Brigid’s Cross, candles, triquetra, faeries, four leaf clovers, cauldron, chalice, corn dolly, anvil, hammer, poetry, forges, hearths, and wells and rock formations

Plants: cinnamon, chamomile, blackberry, hawthorn, basil, mugwort, apple, heather, dandelion, snowdrop, willow, oak, shamrock, crocus, trillium, corn, lavender, and sage

Animals: snakes, sheep, cows, bees, owls, and hibernating animals

Colours: green, red, white, gold, and blue

Tarot: The Hierophant, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, The Sun, and Suit of Wands

Offerings: blackberries, milk, bread, herbal teas, heather, Brigid’s Cross, beer, apple cider, honey, baked goods, corn dollies, sheep’s wool products, jewelry or metal items, eggs, and cakes left on the windowsill at Imbolc.

❄️ Cailleach

Goddess of: winter, wind, the cold, creation, and transformation

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: hammers, hills, mountains, skulls, snow, wands, and waning moons

Plants: clove, lavender, apple, hazelnut, turnip, mugwort, pansy, patchouli, poppy, rose, rue, tansy, St John's wort, Witch hazel, woodruff, yarrow, elder trees, elm, pine, yew, gorse, holly, and snapdragon 

Animals: bat, cattle, deer, fish, goat, mouse, owl, raven, reindeer, sheep, spider, pig, and wolf

Colours: black, blue, brown, grey, silver, white, and yellow

Tarot: Death, The Moon, and The Hermit

Offerings: pebbles, hag stones, shells, feathers, and boiled sweets.

🌲 Cernunnos

God of: forests, wild animals, finances, the Underworld, death, hunting, balance, grounding and healing, transitioning into the afterlife, and fertility

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: horns, a torc, gold coins, and serpents

Plants: ash, bayberry, chamomile, cedar, cinnamon, heliotrope, holly, ivy, lavender, juniper, myrrh, nettle, oak, patchouli, pine, sandalwood, sunflower, vine, and yarrow

Animals: stags, elk, goats, deer, bulls, horses, ram horned snakes, snakes, boars, owls, hawks, and ravens

Colours: yellow, gold, forest greens, silver, and black

Tarot: The Lovers, The World, and King of Pentacles

Offerings: dancing, venison, cooked meats (ethically sourced), roses, sunflowers, lavender, wildflowers, juniper bark and berries, oak wood carvings, green or gold candles, cinnamon, cloves, pine scents, pelts (ethically sourced), feathers, bones, forest moss, antlers, horns, pine cones, gold coins, daggers, poetry art, and Celtic music.

🌑 Cerridwen

Goddess of: the Moon, luck, poetry, change, rebirth, transformation, the Underworld, death, fertility, inspiration, magic, and knowledge

Culture: Welsh

Symbols: cauldron, dark Moon, lunar cycles, and caves

Plants: corn, grain, vervain, acorns, apple, oak, and hazel

Animals: white pig, greyhound, crow, hen, hare, otter, and hawk

Colours: silver, purple, black, grey, and green

Tarot: The Moon, Death, The Magician, and Suit of Cups

Offerings: pork, bread, milk, water, wheat, white and green candles, barley, rice, peanuts, poppy or sunflower seeds, vervain, and grain-based products.

✨ Circe

Goddess of: sorcery 

Culture: Greek

Symbols: cup, loon, wand, and masks

Plants: hallucinogenic herbs and fungi, wheat, moly, and magical herbs 

Animals: pig, lion, wolf, hawk, and beasts in general

Colours: gold, purple, silver, and red

Tarot: Queen of Cups and The Magician

Offerings: barley, wine, honey, meat, bread, weaving, and divination.

Danu

Goddess of: Earth-mother, fertility, wisdom, wind, and water

Culture: Celtic

Symbols: crowns, keys, wells, cauldron full of water, rivers, Celtic Tree of Life, and mother aspect of the triple Goddess

Plants: oak and water lily

Animals: fish, horses, seagulls, salmon, and snakes 

Colours: blue, white, silver, and green

Tarot: The Empress and Strength

Offerings: wine, mead, ale, freshwater, and watering plants.

🔥 Dazbog 

God of: the Sun, fortune, wealth, light, fertility, fire, destiny, and justice

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: kolovrat

Plants: sunflowers, marigold, calendula, chamomile, angelica, and St John’s wort 

Animals: wolf, horse, goose, duck, and swan

Colours: white, gold, and red

Tarot: The Sun, Suit of Wands, and King of Wands

Offerings: bread, salt, eggs, pancakes, and bonfire.

🌾 Demeter

Goddess of: agriculture, harvest, fertility, and motherhood

Culture: Greek

Symbols: wheat, torches, and cornucopia

Plants: wheat, barley, mint, and poppy

Animals: snake, pig, gecko, dove, crane, screech owl, and grasshopper

 

Colours: gold, green, and brown

Tarot: The High Priestess and The World

Offerings: olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains, bread, freshly harvested goods, and water.

🍷 Dionysus

God of: wine, drunkenness, parties, wilderness, vegetation, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre, and LGBT+ Community 

Culture: Greek

Symbols: thyrsos, ivy crown, and Grapevine 

Plants: grape, ivy, cinnamon, silver fir, bindweed, and figs

Animals leopard, goat, donkey, lion, snake, bull, and panther

Colours: red, purple, green, burgundy, and gold

Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers

Offerings: wine, olive oil, fruit, water, honey, meats, wheat, barley, pinecone, ivy leaves, goblets, masks, and alcoholic beverages.

⚕️ Eir

Goddess of: healing and medicine

Culture: Norse

Symbols: copper, mortar and pestle, and sauna 

Plants: medicinal herbs

Colours: red

Tarot: The Hanged Man

Offerings: healing spells, learning first aid, medicinal herbs, and first aid items.

🎣 Enki

God of: freshwater, wisdom, knowledge, magic, crafts, healing, fertility, creation, and the arts

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: goatfish

Plants: thyme, chamomile, reeds, and cattails

Animals: goat, fish, chimera, robin, and cow

Colours: gold, blue, white, and silver

Tarot: The Hanged Man, The Hierophant, The Devil, The Fool, and The Lovers

Offerings: beer, eggs, fruit, vegetarian foods, myrrh, thyme, chamomile, wildflowers, fish, water, wine, silver or copper jewelry, and feathers.

💐 Eostre 

Goddess of: spring and dawn

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: painted eggs

Plants: crocus, daffodil, primrose, and violet

Animals: rabbit, serpent, and dragon

Colours: green, yellow, and purple

Tarot: Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: decorating eggs, flowers, hot cross buns, pastries, and mead.

💀 Ereshkigal

Goddess of: death and the Underworld

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: wood, rivers, boats, and lapis lazuli

Plants: pomegranate, grains, reeds, hemp, cedar, cypress, lotus, and monkshood

Animals: lion, owl, serpent, scorpion, owl, and sheep

Colours: silver, gold, red, and purple

Tarot: Death and The High Priestess

Offerings: fasting, bread, water, pomegranate juice, blackberries, blueberries, lamb or goat meat, lobster and mussels, nutmeg, garlic, poppy seeds, animal bones, gold or silver jewelry, black crystals, and Ornate scepters with wood and animal bones.

🧵 Frau Holda

Goddess of: fibre Arts, winter, protector of children and women, leader of the wild hunt, and Witchcraft

Culture: Germanic

Symbols: the Winter Solstice, pools, and Wells

Plants: holly, elder, juniper, mugwort, flax, and sorcerer’s violet 

Animals: wolf and rabbit

Colours: blue and white

Tarot: The Empress, The High Priestess, and Death

Offerings: juniper berries, wine, cider, mead, cakes, music, dancing, and knot magick.

🐈 Freya / Freyja

Goddess of: love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, battle, gold, and sorcery

Culture: Norse

Symbols: her chariot pulled by cats, Brisíngamen necklace, the boar Hildisvíni, and cloak of Feathers

Plants: daisy, linden, snowdrops, lily of the valley, cowslip, columbine, pimpernel, and strawberries

Animals: horse, cat, falcon, hawk, rabbit, ladybug, oxen, swallow, and boar

Colours: gold, yellow, white, green, red, pink, and light blue

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, The Chariot, Death, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: ale, apples, barley, honey, mead, pork, lavish jewelry and perfume, feeding stray cats, chocolate, amber, roses, cinnamon, and sweet liquors.

🐗 Freyr

God of: Peace, Fertility, Rain, Sunshine, Prosperity and Agriculture

Culture: Norse

Symbols: boar, the Sun, magical swords, phallus, and Friday

Plants: ash, lavender, catnip, nuts and cones, yew, holly, and ivy

Animals: boar, bee, and stag

Colours: gold, green, red, blue, pink, orange, and yellow

Tarot: The Lovers, The Sun, Suit of Pentacles, and King of Pentacles

Offerings: honey, grains and breads, gold, and antlers.

👰 Frigg

Goddess of: motherhood, marriage, prophecy, and fertility

Culture: Norse

Symbols: spinning wheel, silver, clouds, and mist

Plants: mistletoe, birch, fir, hawthorn, and Frigg’s grass

Animals: falcon, sheep, raven, and hawk

Colours: blue, silver, and white

Tarot: The Empress and The Lovers

Offerings: milk, mead, pastries, light fruity wine, hand-spun fibres, feathers, and soups and stews.

🪦 Hades

God of: the Underworld and wealth

Culture: Greek

Symbols: keys, chariot, helmet, Cerberus, serpent, dogs, and pomegranate

Plants: mint, white poplar, cypress, asphodel, narcissus, and pomegranate

Animals: snake, dog, sheep, cattle, screech owl, horse, black ram, bull, vulture, black cat, crow, and raven

Colours: dark blue, black, purple, dark green, bronze, gold, silver, and grey

Tarot: The Hermit, Death, Judgment, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: dark wine, whiskey, coffee, black tea, peppermint tea, dark chocolate, meat, sharp cheeses, bread, pomegranates, apples, bones, coins, keys, and crowns.

🪘 Hathor

Goddess of: the sky, women, fertility, love, the Sun, music, dance, joy, motherhood, fate, foreign lands and goods, and the afterlife

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: sun disk, mirrors, drums and sistrums, and the number 4

Plants: sycamore, myrrh tree, dates, papyrus, and henna

Animals: cow, lioness, cobra, goose, gazelle, and cat

Colours: red

Tarot: The Empress, The Lovers, Wheel of Fortune, and Suit of Cups

Offerings: figs, dates, bread, cheese, butter, wine, beer, fresh water, perfumes, and makeup

👻 Hecate / Hekate

Goddess of: Witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, boundaries, and crossroads

Culture: Greek

Symbols: paired torches, keys, crossroads, dark/triple moon, wheel, daggers, rope, dogs, serpents, knives, and Strophalos

Plants: asphodel, garlic, yew, cypress, and poisonous plants

Animals: dog, mare, serpent, cat, bats, and polecat

Colours: black, grey, silver, gold, violet, green, red, and white

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hermit, The Moon, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, eggs, garlic, almonds, various herbs, bones, wands, keys, a cauldron, crow feathers, pomegranates, dark chocolate, and blood.

📯 Heimdallr 

God of: watchmen of the Gods

Culture: Norse

Symbols: horn and rainbow

Plants: birch, oak, rose, verbena, and avens

Animals: rooster, horse, and ram

Colours: white and rainbow

Tarot: The Hermit

Offerings: mead, fine beer, freshwater, lamb meat, pork, and coffee.

💀 Hel

Goddess of: death and the afterlife

Culture: Norse

Symbols: skulls and bones

Plants: beech, alder, elm, ivy, juniper, willow, and yew

Animals: wolf

Colours: black and white

Tarot: Death, The Tower, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: tea, wine, apples, meat, bread, soup, dried flowers, and blood.

🌋 Hephaestus

God of: metal smithing, fire, volcanoes, craftsmanship, and technology

Culture: Greek

Symbols: hammer, tongs, and anvil

Plants: fennel

Animals: donkey, crane, and dog

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, grey, and red

Tarot: Judgment and Suit of Wands

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, bread, meat, spicy things, hot beverages, and handmade metal items.

👑 Hera

Goddess of: marriage, fertility, childbirth, Kings and Empires, women, family, the sky, and the stars

Culture: Greek

Symbols: lotus-staff, throne, and diadem

Plants: pomegranate, lotus, willow, and apple

Animals: hawk, peacock, lion, cow, cuckoo, and crane

Colours: gold, silver, white, purple, blue, and green

Tarot: The Empress, The World, Suit of Cups, and Queen of Cups

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, grains and bread, chocolate, pomegranates, apples, white flowers, crowns, animal shells, perfume, and silver or gold jewelry.

💸 Hermes

God of: messenger of the Gods, heraldry, omens, animal husbandry, poetry and fables, trade, travel, boundaries, thieves, wit, language, education, psychopomp,

Culture: Greek

Symbols: caduceus, shepherds pipes, travellers hat, lyre, rooster, talaria, winged helmet, tortoise, and satchel or pouch Talaria, and petasos

Plants: palm tree, crocus flower, Greek strawberry trees, hydrangeas, chrysanthemum, and almond tree

Animals: hummingbirds, tortoise, hare, cattle, hawk, ram, snake, and rooster

Colours: gold, red, silver, yellow, orange, grey, and green

Tarot: Judgment, The Magician, The Fool. The Hierophant, The Hermit, The Star, and Suit of Swords

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, strawberries, foreign foods and items, honey, citrus fruits (pineapple, lemon, etc), chocolate, wheat, almonds, cinnamon, coins, dice, beer, meat, chamomile tea, bread, and milk mixed with honey.

🏠 Hestia

Goddess of: the home, the hearth, family, domesticity, and The Civic or The Sacrificial Flame

Culture: Greek

Symbols: hearth, kettle, and head veils

Plants: poppy, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow

Animals: pig, cow, donkey, and crane

Colours: gold, white, orange, red, and lavender

Tarot: Strength, The Hermit, and Queen of Wands

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, fruit, honey, milk, pork, bread, cooking herbs, tea, and candles.

🦅 Horus

God of: kingship, the sky, war, protection, and healing

Culture: Egyptian

Symbols: crown, Eye of Horus, Ankh, the Sun, and the Moon

Plants: acacia, lettuce, iris, lotus, and olive

Animals: falcon, hawk, bull, peacock, and lion

Colours: green

Tarot: The Emperor, The Hierophant, The Chariot, The Sun, Judgment, and King of Swords

Offerings: raw meat left out for hawks and falcons, bread, weaponry, water, milk, ale, wine, coffee, fruits and vegetables, figs, dates, and chocolate with nuts.

😴 Hypnos

God of: sleep, dreams, and illusions

Culture: Greek

Symbols: inverted torch

Plants: poppy and cottonwood tree

Animals: nighthawk and songbirds

Colours: black, silver, white, blue, red, and purple

Tarot: The Hierophant

Offerings: wine, olive oil, water, honey, milk, fruit, poppy seeds (and foods including them), herbal teas, sleep inducing and calming herbs, feathers, sleeping mask, and poppy flowers.

🍎 Idunn

Goddess of: spring, rejuvenation, immortality, youth, and beauty

Culture: Norse

Symbols: golden apples and ashwood box

Plants: apple blossom, birch, fir, hawthorn, mugwort, rose, and willow

Animals: songbirds

Colours: green, silver, red, and yellow

Tarot: Page of Wands, Queen of Cups, and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: gardening, apples, homegrown fruits and vegetables (without pesticides), apple pie, and cider

💖 Inanna

Goddess of: romantic love, harmony, sex, beauty, passion, desire, fertility, victory, war, justice, and political power

Culture: Mesopotamian

Symbols: eight-pointed star, hook-shaped Knot of Reeds and Venus

Plants: lilies, narcissus, reeds, myrtle, and all sprouts

Animals: lion and dove

Colours: green, black, red, silver, and white

Tarot: The Lovers, The Hierophant, Justice, The Hanged Man and The Star

Offerings: Wine, Champagne, Lemonade, Honey, Chocolate and Pastries, Cherries, Pomegranates, Strawberries, Elegant Jewelry, Peaches, Swords and Daggers, Artwork and Poetry

🦊 Inari 

God of: rice, foxes, fertility, tea, sake, crafts, agriculture, industry, and prosperity

Culture: Japanese

Symbols: keys, wish-granting jewel, and rice

Plants: cryptomeria, cedar, pine, wheat, and rice

Animals: fox

Colours: red and white

Tarot: Suit of Pentacles

Offerings: inarizushi, rice, rice cakes, rice served with red beans, sake, incense, acts on behalf of foxes, handmade crafts, and tea.

☄️ Isis

Goddess of: magic, life, compassion, fertility, motherhood, childbirth, rebirth, devotion, royalty, knowledge, protection, abundance, healing, and the elements.

Culture: Egyptian.

Symbols: moon disk, cow horns, wings, solar disk, Ankh, and gold.

Plants: sycamore, cedar, corn, flax, wheat, barley, grapes, lotus, vervain, myrrh tree, and papyrus.

Animals: hawk, crocodile, scorpion, crab, cobra, goose, swallow, dove, vulture, and snakes in general.

Colours: yellow, silver, gold, black, red, cobalt blue, and green.

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Empress, The Lovers, Strength, The Hermit, Wheel of Fortune, Temperance, The Star, The Moon, The World, and Suit of Cups.

Offerings: milk, flowers, honey, wine, lemonade, tropical fruits (juice or whole), herbal tea, seafood, herbs (anise and nutmeg), roses, Egyptian jewelry, incense, and white candles.

🌿 Jarilo / Yarilo

God of: vegetation, fertility, spring, rebirth, sexuality, peace, and war

Culture: Slavic

Symbols: vegetation

Plants: wheat, ferns, and spring flowers

Animals: horse and white wolf

Colours: white, yellow, gold, and green

Tarot: The Sun, Strength, and Suit of Pentacles

Offerings: bread, wheat, spring flowers, and edible seeds

🌍 Jörð

Goddess of: personification of the Earth

Culture: Norse

Symbols: mountains, grandmothers, and girdle

Plants: local native plants and healing herbs

Animals: bee

Colours: green

Tarot: The World and Queen of Pentacles

Offerings: picking up litter and trash and taking care of the Earth and nature.

[yeehanfrf]

Week 1 Recs: One Shot, One Kill

The Week 1 Fic Rec Friday theme was "One Shot, One Kill," or fics that clock in under 10,000 words. Here are all the bite-sized fics recommended by the Yeehan community, organized by rating, then alphabetically by title.

General Audience

A Dragon's Treasure by SetsunaNoroi [5,958 words] Reccer comment: "It's a bit of comfort read; short, sweet, humourous, charming, and hits a lot of what I enjoy reading in a YH fic."

Hanzo can't help himself in developing feelings for Jesse McCree, but that doesn't mean he has to share them. With his sins, he is better off alone but still he can't help but want him. It should be fine as long as he just never says anything. Unfortunately his dragons have different ideas and keep trying to lay claim on the cowboy. Mostly McCree is just confused.

In Hot Pursuit by AsheRhyder [3,928 words] Reccer comment: "Loser man Cassidy fumbling the bag with Hanzo ft. Papa Reaps."

Cassidy can flirt, but he's never had someone actually take him up on the offers his silver tongue makes.

Hanzo is determined to win whatever game they're playing, especially when the prize is a flustered cowboy.

Gabriel and Jack just want to play cards.

To Grow Old Together (Is the Ultimate Declaration of Love) by PlanetaryRose [697 words] Reccer comment: "v short but v v sweet"

“I don’t just love you Jesse, I adore you, you are my heart but it is more than that. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, to grow old with you and have you forever by my side and in my arms.

You consume me in every way, mind, body, and soul. I would spend the rest of my days with you, dedicate my life to you.”

Teen and Up

Dreamlike by mataglap [4,063 words] Reccer comment: "4,063 words of achingly sweet fluff!"

Hanzo is used to bad dreams, and he never would have expected that a good dream would end up haunting him the most.

Finding Home, Building Home by coinin [1,975 words] Reccer comment: "rly sweet slice of yeehan, punches u in the face in under 2k words!"

It's taken a while, helped along by teammates, arguments about furniture, and quite a bit of cat hair, but Jesse's finally made a home.

Midway by robocryptid [2,329 words] Reccer comment: "2329 words that I go back to often because it hits a perfect balance between funny, sweet and romantic."

Cassidy and Hanzo go undercover at the fair to track a mark. Obviously they blend in best if everyone assumes they're a couple. It goes exactly how you think.

Silver Screen by DerpyMcButtface [1,990 words] Reccer comment: "Some people might hate me for recommending this one bc it’s SAD, but I really love the premise, and it’s VERY well written."

It's far, far in the future. The heroes are dead, old, or getting there fast. They're making movies now, about Overwatch, but not everyone's happy about that.

Mature

All the Love You Ever Get by SaltCore [3,387 words] Reccer comment: "3387 words to make you cry (mind the tags!)"

Some carry the last words they'll ever hear their soulmate say like a brand on their skin. Whether it's a blessing or a curse is for the philosophers to decide.

Hanzo, for his part, would rather fate had passed him by instead of leaving her mark.

Electric by mataglap [2,212 words] Reccer comment: "Caught up in a thunderstorm, gets spicy"

They get caught in a storm. Things get slightly out of control.

Fire from the Gods by Adolphus Longestaffe [1,372 words] Reccer comment: "very short but beautifully written"

Used to be every time he looked away you got afraid he didn’t love you no more. Now every time he breathes out you’re afraid he won’t breathe in again.

Shrimp Heaven Now by Liquid_Lyrium [5,916 words] Reccer comment: "utterly silly fun"

Hanzo is single-handedly trying to get them thrown out of every Red Lobster in town. McCree is just along for the ride.

Explicit

blisters by cosmicevil [3,141 words] Reccer comment: "A gut punch every time I read it"

Hanzo is going to figure it out.

Debriefing by MittenCrab [6,332 words] Reccer comment: "The scene from this fic haunts me (in a good way). I think about it quite a lot. 6332 words by MittenCrab. A lot of feelings. So many feelings."

“You did not debrief,” Hanzo says finally. It’s more a statement than a question.

[McCree’s mission goes badly when he crosses paths with Reaper - the man who was once everything to him. Wounded and frustrated, he meets Hanzo at one of their safe houses, where he discovers that debriefing can be a lot more fun than he’d previously imagined. (PWP)]

Familiar Habits by Philosophics [8,176 words]

After joining Overwatch, Hanzo finds it difficult to sleep some nights. It is nothing a hot cup of tea cannot fix, but he never expected that he would have company.

(or: hanzo is very thirsty, in more ways than one)

It Will Come Back by CorvidFightClub [3,434 words] Reccer comment: "3,434 words, it’s fuck or die with bonus werewolf :D"

McCree and Hanzo are captured by a gang somewhere in the American Midwest after a mission. The situation becomes more dire when Hanzo finds out the gang isn’t the only thing he has to worry about.

On the Mouth by super_duper [3,292 words] Reccer comment: "I always come back to this one bc it's such a perfect balance of virgin and manslut Hanzo"

Jesse and Hanzo have a thing. Jesse would like it to be more than a thing. Hanzo has a secret.

Slippage by robocryptid [1,389 words] Reccer comment: "some more angst with smut and questionable comfort in 1389 words"

Cassidy compartmentalizes. Hanzo knows it, because he does the same.

It’s supposed to be simple, and it’s anything but.

your good side by motorghost [2,053 words] Reccer comment: "this one by motorghost is so delicious!!!"

Hanzo feels himself changing because of Cole. There's lots of ways to thank him, but when you only have nightly webcam chats, your options are limited. Luckily Hanzo is more creative than Cole knows.

Thank you to everyone who sent in a recommendation! Keep an eye out for next week's theme: "Feel-Good Hour," for all your heartwarming fluff needs!

[spaceprincessleia]

Tagged by @timeladix and @shards-of-silver (jep, I'm aware it was a month ago xD) - thank you!

Last song: Blood In The Wine by AURORA

Favourite color: Blue

Last movie: The latest Indiana Jones (watching it rn, I have no idea what's going on because I'm not really paying attention)

Last TV show: Drag Race Germany

Last book: Shit. I'm not sure. Alphabet Squadron by my love Alexander Freed I think.

Last game: Either Jedi Survivor or Horizon: Forbiddon West. I don't remember which one I played first. xD

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet!

Relationship status: Single! Got ghosted by someone I started liking, and didn't feel like dating for the rest of the year. D:

Last thing googled: Congee

Current obsession: Ehh Morgan Elsbeth probably.

My greatest flaw: I don't know. Something something I should ask for help more often?

[mobagehelllocal]

B, C, F, L, P for Silver! Thank you very much!

A/N: Ah Silver. You know what they say about the quiet ones. 🗿

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut!

Silver

Body Part

On himself, probably his arms? Generally, he likes his arms because it lets him defend the people he cares about but… On a more sexual front, he realizes having strong arms makes it so much more convenient carrying you and fucking you anywhere.

On you, he likes your hair the most. He likes how gently tugging on strands of your hair and lifting it to his lips makes your whole face flushed. He likes to twirl his fingers in your hair when you’re lying exhausted against him after a particularly steamy session too.

Cum

He’s responsible enough to know the consequences of fucking you raw—especially if you can get pregnant from it. So he’ll probably be very careful about it—he won’t do it unless he’s fully committed to you and he won’t do it unless he’s sure he can take care of you properly.

Other than that, I can see him being turned on by the sight of his cum splattering all over your clothes. Given the need to be a proper knight, the sight of your debauchery on display on your clothes… It’s enough for his cock to stiffen up again. “... Once more. I need to feel you once more.”

Favourite Position

I don’t think he’s the type to experiment too much on different types of positions during sex. He finds a position that you both like and does the job? Tendency is that he’ll stick to it. If you suggest a position—he’s more than willing to try it out but he’s going to always default to missionary.

Outside of sex though—his favourite position is being the big spoon to your little spoon. He loves tugging you up against his chest, letting you curl up against him as you both rest from the intensity of your lovemaking. He’ll take the chance to run his hand through your hair—his gentle ministrations lulling you to sleep.

Location

He won’t actually fuck you in public. I think he’d prefer if that stayed within the confines of the bedroom. There’s also a pretty possessive part of him that doesn’t want to give anyone else the chance to get a glimpse at the risque expressions you could make…

However, he won’t oppose some heavy make-out sessions in public. He’ll tug you close, press you up against his body so you can feel every plane of his muscles. If you’re way shorter than him and you can’t handle being on your tippy toes whenever you kiss? He’ll pull your legs up around his waist and easily carry your full weight so he won’t need to stop kissing you. If he’s sitting down, then his thighs are also pretty strong enough that it won’t strain him too much if you sit on his lap astride.

Pace

He has a pretty calm and steady pace. He tries to not be too harsh—he tries to not hold onto you too tightly. He’s incredibly strong—and it’s actually really easy for him to bruise you. So he’ll do his best not to cause you any pain whatsoever.

As he draws closer to his orgasm however, his breath becomes much more shallow, his thrusts shorter and quicker. You can see the most minute shake of his whole body as he tries desperately not to rut too harshly up against you. “I’m—nnh! Close—tell me you are, as well, my love.”

[gay-salt-amber]

spicy s and f for Arie Esther and Bitches?

Nsfw-

~S~

Sebek: lighting and thunder man has super high stamina, they don't last long as a top tho.. however when they bottom they last 4-5 rounds

Silver: He doesn't last long unless he's bring stimulated alot cuz of his already low energy. But if he is stimulated alot, 5-6 rounds.

Esther: Oh you know he lasts quite a while! They've had 150 years to improve their stamina after all, they go about 7-9 rounds

Arie: Arie lasts the longest. No questions asked. I'm not gonna say how many rounds he lasts cuz it prolly changes alot

--

~F~

Sebek: uh, it depends but mostly middle, between esther/arie and silver

Silver: bottom. You know this man's a bottom

Esther: bat typically tops but he doesn't mind letting his bois before flipping them over and going, "Alright, playtines over baby~" and pounding em

Arie: This boi will do whatever postion he feels like lol

[buckyodinson]

Jaskier ~Spicy~ Alphabet

Jaskier x f!reader

Summary: a good ol’ spicy alphabet for our favourite bard, Jaskier!

Word count: 2.9k~

Warnings: obviously smutty so this is 18+

A/N: also not calling it a N*** alphabet, becuase tumblr’s new tag stuff is weird

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

KING of aftercare. He’s all sweetness and stolen kisses. Will crowd you and wants to be pressed up against you as best as he can. Then he’ll leave a sweet kiss somewhere before getting up to grab a cloth and then clean you up with it. Then he’ll hop right back into bed and cuddle up to you again, whispering praises and waxing poetic to you. The reverse often happens too though, where you’ll take care of him and make him feel spoiled, and he absolutely adores being fretted over by you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands. They allow him to make a living, and he puts them to good use on his lute, charming crowds effortlessly with his tunes. But they also have a way with you. Making you shiver and squirm when he brushes them up against just the right place. Or when his fingers snake down to where your bodies meet and help push you over the edge. And even just to innocently hold your hand when you’re out and about, letting everyone know you’re his. Loves to have his hands on you whenever he can, resting on your thigh or at the nape of your neck and trailing up and down any bit of exposed skin that might be available to him.

He is obsessed with your mouth. He loves the words and melodies that pour out of it throughout everyday life, and the smirk you wear when you sass him. He also loves the sinful noises that escape it when he’s deep inside you. And he also loves what you can do with your mouth. But to be sappy for a moment, more than anything, he loves your eyes. He’s made up wonderful verses about you, purely about your eyes. Their beautiful hue, the way you look at him with complete adoration (or lust), and how he can get absolutely lost in them. He often catches himself just being completely drawn into the depths of your eyes, and he’s a sucker for the fall every time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s certainly not opposed to watching you collect his cum off your skin and lick it off your fingers but Jaskier does like to finish inside you whenever possible. You both know there’s the inherent risk of pregnancy because of it, but you both get so lost in the moment, you’re not actually bothered that much. And if the time comes when you do fall pregnant, then Jaskier will be over the moon that he gets to do it all with you. He wants nothing more than to have a family, and he knows he absolutely wants it with you, as long as you want it with him too. But yeah, he likes to finish inside you, and does quite like to watch it run out of you too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to be pegged. He absolutely loves when you take control in the bedroom and fuck him for all his worth as you ride him. But he’d love for you to actually fuck him one day. He likes to be at your mercy, and he’d love to just completely let go and get you have your way with him like that. The normally silver-tongued bard isn’t usually shy with his words, but he’s just not sure how to bring this up to you. He’ll ask one day, he’s sure, but he’s nervous about what you’ll say so he’s kept quiet about it so far.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jaskier’s got a reputation. Many women have had the Viscount of Lettenhove sneak them away from their husbands for the night and bed them. So he’s certainly experienced. And he absolutely knows what he’s doing, and he does it very well. But everything was different when he met you. He’s never had a real connection with someone before. But from the very first time with you, he knew what you has was special.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’ll have you anyway he can. Anyway you’ll let him, frankly. He has a soft spot for having you in his lap where you can control the pace but he can also rut up into you. Likes to be able to kiss you while you’re going at it, and to look in your eyes as he whispers sweet nothings to you. Or so he can say the dirtiest things you can imagine and watch as your cheeks burn at his lewdness. He can be rough and fast and have you from behind sometimes but yeah, he’s more than happy to let you take control of things and let you have your way with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jaskier is a huge goof. Yes he can be tender and loving and serious in the moment, but he is absolutely a joker too. He wants to please you, but he also wants to make you smile and laugh. He always wants you to be happy, and this extends to the bedroom. He’s cracking jokes or singing silly lines from his songs to make you laugh. He’s especially giggly if you’ve both had a few drinks and are a little tipsy. Those are some of your favourite times with him. Neither of you have a care in the world as you get lost in the feeling of each other, all touchy-feely and giggling as you work yourselves up to release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps everything neat and tidy. Jaskier cares a lot about his appearance, and he makes an effort to look presentable all the time. So he’s always keeping everything down there trimmed and neat when he has the chance. If you’re out and about and on a long journey, things might get a little unruly depending on how long you’ve been travelling. But as soon as you’re back in an inn or home, he’s doing some tidying up. If you told him you’d prefer it all gone, he’d do it. But he knows you like the little scratch of hair against you sometimes, so he leaves a little something for you to enjoy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Full of romance. Are you kidding me? He’s all over you, whispering sinfully sweet compliments in your ears and telling you how much he loves you and how he can’t believe his luck. Telling you that if the muses stop talking to him one day, it’ll all be fine because they sent him you in their place. That he could write a million songs about you and he’d never grow tired of singing them. He adores you, and loves any chance to prove it. Loves to be pressed against you, showing you how much he loves you. King of romance and intimacy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As much as he’d rather be buried in you, sometimes needs just have to be taken care of, and he’ll get himself off if you’re not around or not in the mood. He’s got a very overactive imagination though, so he just has to put his mind to work thinking of you and he can get it over with fairly quickly. I feel like sometimes he could also indulge himself and use like fancy lotions or something, or maybe he has like an item of your clothing that’s been sprayed with a bit of your perfume or something so he can visualise you. I also feel like he’d be the type to do it in front of you, if you asked him to? Or perhaps enjoy a bit of mutual masturbation?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE!!! Love love loves to hear how good he is. And this applies to any and every situation! Loves when you tell him he wrote something beautiful. Loves when you gush over his performances. And he can’t get enough of the way you tell him he feels amazing when he’s buried deep inside you or he’s got his mouth on you. He loves to know he’s doing a good job. I could also see Jaskier liking to be tied up and teased until he’s practically begging for some kind of release.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed or bath. They’re his favourites. Loves the comfort of a bed, but loves the fun of the bath. He’ll happily have sex with you anywhere, but if he’s making a decision he wants to be able to be comfy and stretch you out over a bed. Or have you in his lap. Or laying with your back against his chest in the bath, overwhelmed by the scents of oils and salts and you. Relaxing in the bath and just slowly moving against one another as you get clean is where you can both be really loving and intimate.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Loves you being sassy or quick-witted. You’re always ready to fire back at his wit with equal passion, and he adores it. Also gets very turned on by you holding his lute or attempting to play it. As well as you singing along to his songs. And gods, he’s caught you playing little tunes on his lute before and the sight and sound has him turned on immediately. You in a flimsy, kinda see-through nightdress? Stunning. A couple of occasions when you’ve gotten into skirmishes and you’ve defended yourself and him, he’s trying real hard to contain his erection. Especially if you’re brandishing some kind of weapon too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t want to share. Ironic, considering his past and how he would bed married women. But now he has you, he can understand why those men were always so angry at him. He doesn’t want anybody else touching you, pleasing you, enjoying you. You’re his. And he is yours. He hates the thought of anyone else getting involved. He could maybe be on board with someone watching, but actually getting involved would be too far. He’s not possessive in an unhealthy way, and it’s probably rooted in some insecurity of his, but he considers himself incredibly lucky to be able to call you his. He doesn’t plan on letting anyone get their hands on you and lead you away from him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to go down on you, and will do so at any given opportunity. He’s very good at it, and will happily spend hours between your thighs, pulling every last whine and whimper from you as you writhe under his tongue. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer receiving. As mentioned earlier, he loves your mouth, and seeing your lips wrapped around his length is one of the most sinful things he’s ever seen. And he can’t get enough of the way you manage to absolutely ruin him every time. He’s a complete mess from the very first stroke of your tongue. If he’s being honest, he’s already done for when you drop to your knees in front of him. And on the rare occasion when you’ve woken him up with a blowjob, he swears he was seeing stars.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More the slow and sensual type. Wants to make the moment last. Wants to feel you against him for as long as he can. Wants to run his fingers and lips across every inch of your skin and feel you come apart for him. Loves the slow rutting up into you as you ride him carefully, even torturously. On occasion there’ll be a rougher session, but for the most part you’re a pair who takes their time and drags the whole affair on for as long as you can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You’d both rather have the time to properly take care of one another, but sometimes he finishes a set and you’re both just riled up from some of his innuendo-filled songs and just need quick relief so he’ll drag you to a secluded spot and fuck you quickly before you return and act like nothing happened.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I mean… this is the same man who spent many a years bedding married women and narrowly escaping death at the hands of their husbands. So he’s definitely game for risk and experimenting. As long as it’s nothing too dangerous, he’s probably up for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If you’re going for a slow and sensual round, there’ll probably be an extra round while you’re in the bath afterwards. And if you’re going for a rougher, faster round, it’ll probably just be the one. But Jaskier can last quite a while, he’s good at containing himself and holding off his release so you can get there before him, or so you finish at the same time. Sometimes he’s really pent up and will finish quickly, for which he apologises profusely and will make it up to you by going down on you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think Jaskier would be the type to find an interesting looking toy in some shady shop or market stall and bring it home to try on you. He’s also occasionally found something for himself and bought it, and you’ve had a go with it. Toys are something that are brought out every now and then, but you mostly don’t use them. He’s also got one tucked away somewhere for when he finally asks you about maybe pegging him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HUGE tease. Absolutely. He’s always throwing you winks and sly glances while he performs, especially if it’s a bit of a naughtier song. But even some of the very sweet songs about you might have a throwaway line about your activities in the bedroom, and he knows that a perfectly timed glance over at you will have you shuffling in your seat. Thus the quickies after his shows sometimes. And since he loves to have his hands on you as often as he can, his hands can often wander while he continues his conversation with someone while you sit there and try your best to concentrate.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jaskier is very vocal. He’s absolutely not shy and doesn’t try to hide how good he feels. He’s making all sorts of delicious noises and praising you and complimenting you while you’re going at it. Lets out the loveliest moans and gutteral groans from the back of his throat that are so husky. Big dirty talker too, loves to run his mouth. Sometimes he gets so into the moment, that he gets a bit lost and might even start humming or singing to himself. And if it’s early morning sex, his moans and curses in his morning voice certainly does things to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to use Elder speech in the bedroom sometimes. You have no idea what he’s saying but you love the way his voice sounds as he speaks in Elder. Sometimes he’s just dirty talking and saying you’re right and beautiful and perfect. And other times he’s saying he wants to fill you up and make you his and have you carry his children. It’s something he wants to admit to you in common tongue eventually, but for the meanwhile he only admits these thoughts in Elder.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not overly huge, but he certainly knows what he’s doing anyway and manages to find those perfect spots within you than have you writhing. There’s always the perfect stretch when he first presses into you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. He’s completely smitten with you, and he’s always ready to go. It doesn’t take much to get him going. He could happily go every day if you were up for it too, but he’s able to wait it out, and it does feel that much better when he’s had to wait to be inside you. But yeah, he’s certainly got a high sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. Sometimes he’s out like a light almost immediately, sometimes he’s filled with energy and ideas and has to go write some things down in his book before he can properly relax once more. Sometimes you just lay there together and chat about nonsense for hours or until one of you falls asleep. If he doesn’t fall asleep straight away, he’s a big pillow talker. Asking you all sorts of questions or telling you outlandish tales of his travels.

[rosy-cheekx]

Heard you were looking for prompts :) 1 of 2 - From favorite tropes: Blind date set up by mutual friends! And maybe combined with "I'm speechless you're so beautiful" from the fluff & kisses (and other stuff) prompts. Go wild with it!

This will go to AO3 soon, but it was a lot of fun to write and a nice distraction from any hypothetical realities the TMA fandom may be experiencing. 

Double-Blind: 5K

Martin smelled like espresso. He wrinkled his nose and dusted his hands on his apron uselessly, as if doing so would rid himself of the months of coffee, cinnamon, and hazelnut baked into his skin.  It wasn’t all that bad, he supposed, except what was the point in using cologne if it was going to be immediately overpowered?

The bell above the door jingled and Martin jumped, pulled from his thoughts on cologne and what he would like to smell like, given the opportunity. Sandalwood, maybe? Tobacco and vanilla? The musky-sweet smells are nice, they have a nice mix of feminine and masculine to them, almost—

“Ahem.” An exaggerated clearing of the throat, once again whisking him from his distractions. Martin locked eyes on the woman across the counter from him, grinning mischievously. “Welcome back to Earth, Martin.”

“Oh! Oh. It’s just you. Hi, Georgie.” Georgie Barker, a regular customer, moderately well-known podcast host, and most importantly, one of Martin’s favorite people to see at the tiny coffee shop he spent more time in than his own flat.

“Just me? Excuse me.” Georgie pouted and crossed her arms, coily hair bouncing around her face as she shook her head. “I’ll have you know you should be grateful to see me this fine afternoon, Martin Koffee Blackwood!”

Martin grinned and dropped the act. “I always am, Georgie. But I told you, there’s not a—”

“Like I said, you should be happy to see me.” Georgie barreled on. “I have good news.” She cocked her head and pondered the chalk-covered board behind the counter. “Two chai lattes, please. And make one of them extra spicy?”

Martin rang up the order and passed two cups down to Rosie, all the while checking the door surreptitiously, ensuring a little chat wouldn’t hold anyone up. “Okay? Spill.”

Georgie’s phone was in her hand, and she waved it at Martin like it contained the secrets of the universe. “D’you remember my roommate, Melanie?”

Martin nodded, pursing his lips. “Vaguely. I thought you guys were dating.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to elaborate.

Georgie waved a hand dismissively, rolling her eyes. “Not the point. Anyways, she has a friend of a friend-“ Georgie frowned for a moment, “…of a friend who is looking to get back into dating. Mel says he’s short and nerdy and prickly until you get to know him. Apparently a real pain to work with according to the friend.” Georgie smirked and pulled a sticky note from her back pocket. “Thought maybe you’d want his number.”

Martin grimaced at the blue piece of paper as she smoothed it to the counter with a firm motion. “Wow, George. Really selling it.” It was his fault; they had bonded over being queer back in July when Martin had worn his gay and trans pride buttons and Georgie was proudly sporting her own pansexual patch firmly affixed to her laptop case. One lunch break discussing quirky exes later, their friendship had been sealed. Mentioning offhandedly that he was on dating apps and hating every minute of it seemed to have rooted itself in Georgie’s mind and had grown like weeds until she had taken it upon herself to become his personal wing woman.

“Do you even know his name?” Martin asked, regarding the string of numbers on the piece of paper in front of him.

Georgie blushed, shrugging apologetically. “Friend of a friend of a friend. Sorry mate. Melanie said he likes cats, documentaries, and-” she made air quotes with her fingers, “-being uptight.”

“Wow.” Martin chuckled in disbelief. “Really selling it here.”

Rosie sidled by Martin and set down Georgie’s lattes, who shrugged and picked them up after dropping a few coins in the tip jar. “You have his number. Just think about it, Blackwood. Melanie’s friend doesn’t spread the word about someone unless they’re something special.” She blew a kiss (clumsily, considering the cups requiring the attention of each of her hands) and made her way to the door.

“I just want you to be happy!” She called out as the January winds pulled her out the door and into the grey afternoon.

Martin chewed on his lip as he considered. January was always a tough month for him, and he had been feeling a little lonely recently. He really didn’t see anyone besides his coworkers, customers, and his mother. As much as he enjoyed his job, he wouldn’t call anyone there a romantic interest. He folded the sticky note and stuck it in his pocket as his next customer approached the counter. He did like cats, after all. Maybe that would be a good starting conversation.

--

Jonathan Sims groaned and shifted the stack of books in his hand as he inspected the knee-high table that was buried amongst the fiction books. He hated working the children’s section of the library. Although no food or drink was allowed, there always seemed to be crumbs everywhere. He was starting to wonder if children just manifested them. He made a mental note to come back with disinfectant wipes after putting the stack of child-suitable biographies away and turned, nearly walking straight into the chest of one Timothy Stoker.

“A-ah!” Jon jumped instinctively backward, clutching the books closer to his chest in an attempt to keep from dropping them. “Tim! Good lord, there’s really no need to be sneaking up on me like that.”

Tim grinned wryly and shrugged, taking half of the books from Jon’s arms. “Sorry boss, thought you heard me.” He gestured for Jon to lead the way through the half-sized bookshelves; an unnecessary act seeing as Tim worked the children’s library much more frequently than Jon did.

“I’m not your-” Jon sighed, deciding this wasn’t the hill he wanted to die on today. He made his way through the shelves, sliding books into their correct placements with practiced hands. “Do you need something?”

“Actually,” Tim checked a Dewey code and slid a book into a shelf a few rows down. “I don’t. But you do.”

Jon stared blankly, uncomprehending. Tim chuckled and gestured with a cock of his head towards the research section. “Melanie said she has a friend who has a friend she wants to set up on a date. And while normally, I’d jump at the chance-” he waved his left hand, the silver ring inset with tiny diamonds flashing in the fluorescents, “I’ve been wifed up and I don’t think my dear Sash would appreciate my going on a blind date with a stranger.”

Jon frowned, setting his stack of books down and eyeing Tim. “What, so I have to?”

Tim shook his head, a patient smile on his face. “No, no one is forcing you. I just think—well. It’s been a while since your last relationship and you’ve been a little…testy, recently.” The look on Tim’s face dared Jon to contradict. “Melanie says he’s apparently a really good guy, very kind and sweet and patient. I think his name is Melvin? I kinda tuned out after she wrote down the number she got from her friend.”

Jon scoffed, pushing his glasses up his face as if that would help him comprehend the absolute ridiculousness of what Tim was saying. “Y-You want me to go on a date with this guy, Melvin? Because I’ve been…grumpy? That doesn’t seem very kind to this mysterious date.”

Tim pursed his lips. “I just think you could benefit from seeing someone who doesn’t work here. I mean, we love you Jon, but god, you need to get a social life. I’m practically begging you.” Tim’s purse elongated into a pout, eyes going big and starry. Jon inwardly groaned. Tim was his oldest friend here at the library and he really never learned how to resist that face. Maybe he should ask Sasha.

“One date,” Jon promised. “I’ll do one date. And then you never set me up again.”

Tim grabbed the rest of the books Jon had set down and added them to his stack before whisking himself away down the aisles. “If we’re lucky, I’ll never have to!” He called down the aisles, grinning madly. Jon sighed and grabbed a small pink sticky note that had been stuck to the countertop, running his eyes over the numbers before slipping it into his pocket. He’ll call later.

--

Martin stared resolutely at the numbers on the blue sticky note, running his thumb over the curled edge of the paper, slightly stained from some sort of milk during the shift. Even his apron pockets weren’t foolproof. The underground was busy and he was jammed between an older woman who smelled weirdly like salmon and a man who seemed utterly too well-dressed to be on the tube. Elbows crammed into his side to keep from nudging anyone, he pulled out his phone and stared at the messaging app for what felt like several minutes. He typed the numbers into the message bar and watched his cursor blip in the body of the message.

Hey whats up?

No, that would be so weird.

Hiya, this is martin!

Georgie never said the man’s name, would this mysterious date know his?

Hey I think the alphabet is missing I and U together.

Gross. Just gross. Martin grimaced inwardly and chewed on his lip, thinking carefully before typing.

Hi! My name is martin. my friend gave me your number, hope thats okay. she said you were really nice and recommended we try a blind date. if this is too weird, I get ignoring it. but if youre game, I am! :)

As he finished typing, he heard the familiar robotic voice of the tube announcing his stop. Quickly, Martin shoved the phone in his pocket and carefully forced his way through the crowd and onto the platform, mind cast to what he had accessible for dinner.

----

It took Jon a few days, until Saturday, to remember to call the phone number they had been given. They could text, they supposed, but they always appreciated hearing someone’s intonation a little better. Especially a stranger, ugh, they shuddered at the idea of not being able to decipher the tone of this Melvin. It was half-past 11 when they decided to call, hoping this would be late enough in the morning to not wake him up.

The phone rang momentarily before a surprisingly feminine voice answered the phone. “Hello. This is Rosie. You’ve reached Swirl Café and Bakery.”

Well shit. This was not what Jon expected. They stumbled over their rehearsed speech, trying to scramble words together in a way that made sense. “Uh-sorry, I must have the wrong number. I-I was trying to speak to Melvin?”

“Mmm, sorry. No Melvin works here. We have a Martin, but he’s off the clock. Would you like to speak to our manager?” Rosie’s voice was clipped and courteous, but Jon could hear the bustle of voices in the background. It must be their weekend rush.

“Ah-uh, no, no thank you.” Jon shook their head into the phone, before remembering that did not translate aurally. “It’s alright. Thank you anyways.”

“Sorry, mate. Thanks for calling!” The dial tone droned on for a moment before Jon hung up, sighing and pressing the heels of their hands into their eyes. That was a waste. Melanie must have been playing them; Jon knew they generally didn’t get along, but they didn’t realize she would stoop so low. Honestly, shame on themself for getting excited about a date.

Later that evening, Jon was cooking and listening to music through the speaker that balanced precariously on a shelf next to their stove. The music was low, with a variety of orchestral instruments and sultry, smooth voices. Jon’s eyes were half closed as they stirred the curry in the pan in front of them, letting the music and heat of the kitchen entangle them in a sleepy feeling relaxing their whole body. As the cello in the song dipped low and resonant, Jon stood still, letting the music sweep them away—

They jumped as the ringer alerted them through the speaker that they had received a text, glaringly electronic compared to the rich notes of cello and viola that had been so rudely interrupted. Sleepy feeling gone as adrenaline washed through their body, Jon sighed and retrieved their phone, checking for the message.

An unknown number flicked across the screen:

Hi! my name is martin. my friend gave me your number, hope thats okay. she said you were really nice and recommended we try a blind date. if this is too weird, i get ignoring it. but if youre game, I am! :)

i meant to send this a few days ago but I never hit send. sorry ab that! rosie said someone called the café asking ab me and i assumed that was you bc i wasnt expecting anyone else and no one involved in the blind date thing ever asked for my mobile number.

if it wasn’t you, oops! either way it reminded me that i had never texted you. :)

Jon squinted at the screen as they read the messages a few times over. That was…a lot of words. So his name was Martin. It was certainly nicer than Melvin. Jon agonized over their words as they typed out a response.

Hello Martin. That was me who called the café…I hope it didn’t cause problems for you. Blind dates aren’t usually my thing, but my coworkers think I need to get out more. I’d be happy to meet you for dinner or coffee. Even if we don’t get along, we can say we’ve done it.

Unless, of course, you’re rather sick of coffee. I prefer tea anyways.

…not “done it” done it. Just. Had the blind date.

Jon winced at their follow up texts. God, that was embarrassing. Martin probably didn’t even take it that way until they bothered to clarify. They shook their head, warding away the growing anxiety in their chest and tucked their phone in their pocket as they turned their attention back to the simmering curry. Jon had embarrassed themselves enough for one night.

----

Martin chuckled at the texts that came through; one slow and the two follow-ups rapid. He could feel the awkwardness through the messages, desperately trying to give a good impression. He chuckled to himself as he set down his dinner plate.

dinner sounds perfect. but same about the tea! and about the coworkers tbh, my friends think im making friends with the espresso machine. which, i am, but only bc its good company haha.

btw i never got your name?

Martin’s phone was silent the rest of the night, as he plodded his way through a mediocre dinner and shower before settling into his armchair, desperate to work on his poetry. Words came slowly to him recently, thoughts about the world and darkness and the intersection of fall and winter. He really should up and move to somewhere warmer, he thought to himself, before laughing the notion away aloud. Yeah, right. He rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the poetry prompts book he had found at the charity shop. “Use noncolor words to describe a color.” Great. Martin settled back and tried to focus, but kept finding himself checking his phone impulsively, the foamed latte art he’d photographed, one of a cat he was particularly proud of, stared back at him judgmentally.

As he drew his evening to a close, Martin almost missed the buzz of his phone, now plugged in by his bed, as he brushed his teeth.

Congrats on the espresso machine. And my name is Jon. Anywhere you want to go for dinner?

________________________________________________________________

Jon hesitated, thumb hovering over the icon that would open a video chat with Tim. He didn’t want to come off nervous, but… he was.

Texting had been going well. Martin was good at keeping the conversation going and genuinely seemed to enjoy the long texts Jon had sent regarding his irritations with the research he was conducting as a part of his master’s in literature, asking him questions about details Jon had added for context. Martin was easy to talk to, too, he always seemed to have an opinion on subjects but always ones Jon was happy to hear, even if he was objectively wrong about spiders and oolong tea. Martin had sent an awkward text, letting Jon know he was trans and that if that was a dealbreaker he should tell him now, one Jon had blushed over and responded that he was nonbinary himself, and that it certainly wasn’t. The “okay fantastic! :))) remind me of your pronouns? he/him for me.” that followed it up had made Jon’s heart sing.

They had agreed to meet at an Italian place, equidistant between their flats and not too fancy. Martin had commented about getting ice cream after, but Jon wasn’t sure if he was joking or not, since it had also been a jab about Jon’s preference for rum raisin. Thus, he was staring at his wardrobe, paralyzed with indecision. Tim had offered to help, which Jon had initially rejected since he’s “not a child Tim, I’ve dated before. And I know how to dress myself.” But lord if he wasn’t wishing for someone to lay out his clothes and tell him to behave. He grimaced and jabbed the video chat button, bracing for the onslaught of teasing to come.

----

Martin adjusted his collar for what must have been the twelfth time, sucking on his lip as he waited at the reserved table. He hadn’t been there long, no more than five minutes, but his anxiety had been building up all day and a part of him was absolutely certain Jon wasn’t going to come. Neither of them knew what the other looked like; what if Jon saw him and had dipped out immediately? He was wearing mint green, as he had promised, so Jon would recognize him, and brought a bouquet of daisies, mostly because it felt weird not to bring anything, but he didn’t want to be too romantic. Not roses or anything. Besides, Jon said he liked daisies, said they reminded him of an old friend. Martin hoped it wasn’t too weird. He brushed his auburn curls out of the way of his eyes, part of him regretting not having gotten a haircut first, but he tucked those thoughts aside as he surveyed the restaurant from his vantage point.

He blinked in confusion as he watched long curls make their way towards him. Dark black hair, streaked with white, half bunned up in the back and rest left to hang loose, skimming purple-covered elbows. Martin wasn’t sure if they were wearing flowy grey pants or a skirt, but either way, the faint black pattern to them was stunning and Martin couldn’t help but watch the swoosh of the hemlines. As the person got closer, Martin realized they were tiny, stylized eyes.

“Ah-you’re Martin, right?” It took Martin a second to realize this absolutely beautiful person was talking to him.

“hmm—Oh! Yes! You must be Jon.” Martin stood, unsure whether he should shake Jon’s hand or hug him or? But Jon solved the problem himself by sitting, and so Martin did as well. “It’s nice to finally meet you…in person, that is,” he added, grinning shyly. “You look lovely, by the way.”

Jon blushed. “Ah, thank you. Y-You too. O-or handsome, whichever you prefer.” He sipped his water and fidgeted with his hands, eyes flicking around the room nervously before coming around to rest on Martin.

Martin shrugged. “A compliment is a compliment, they all work. Speaking of—what pronouns are you feeling today? I remember you saying it varies.”

Jon shook his head slightly. “I’m not going to pitch a fit either way, but ‘he’ is just fine.” It was nice to be asked. The library respected his pronouns, of course, but something about Martin going out of his way to make sure he was on the same page was… It made Jon’s heart thud deep in his chest.

They made small talk about the travel, the weather, Italian food preferences until the waiter came and relieved the tension. Martin felt his shoulders relax after they both ordered; it felt more real somehow.

“So,” Martin asked, sipping his water demurely, a smile tinged on his lips. “Melvin, huh?”

Jon choked on air for a moment. His mouth gaped open and shut again and Martin couldn’t help the grin overtook him. Jon’s embarrassment was sweet; his cheeks flushed and he bowed his head slightly. It was a lovely look on him. “For the record, that’s what I was told by my coworker, Tim.” Jon made air quotes with his fingers. “‘Melvin or something.’ Who was I to question your name?”

“Right, and I’m glad you respect names ‘n’ all. But Melvin?” Martin chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “I’m not the decimal system guy.”

“Nn-mmm,” Jon shook his head, nose wrinkled in a way Martin found particularly cute. “That’s Melville. Melville Dewey.” Jon emphasized, back straightening. “Distinctly different. I’m a librarian, actually.”

“Oh!” Martin blinked. “That makes sense. You work with Melanie, then, I assume?”

Jon grimaced again. “Unfortunately.”

“She’s not that bad!” Martin insisted. “I’ve met her once or twice and she’s been very polite.”

Jon rolled his eyes. “For someone who’s getting a degree in parapsychology, she seems very judgmental.”

“Oh? And what are you studying again?”

“English Lit-hey!”

Martin grinned behind his glass of water. “Just saying, I haven’t met an English Lit student who wasn’t obscenely pretentious.”

Jon faltered for a second and slumped his shoulders in defeat, though his voice still seemed to carry humor, albeit dry. “Unfortunately, I am no exception.”

“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Dinner arrived smoothly, shrimp scampi for Jon and eggplant parmesan for Martin. They ate slowly, chatting more about Jon’s graduate degree, Martin’s affinity for fiction and poetry, and their shared interest in tea.

“So, are you vegetarian?” Jon gestured to the eggplant on Martin’s plate. Martin wobbled his head slightly, not quite a negatory shake of the head.

“It’s complicated. My mother has—had—a sensitive stomach so we didn’t eat meat growing up. I think that turned me off the taste. And there’s something about the texture,” he shuddered. “Weirds me out.”

Jon’s eyes were sharp, boring holes into Martin’s in a way he should have found alarming, but instead found soothing. “Mine, too.” His tone—softer, almost reverent, clued Martin in: he wasn’t talking about being vegetarian.

Martin nodded, and gently placed a hand on Jon’s, the one that hovered near his drinking glass. “I’m sorry.”

They were quiet for a moment, Jon’s hand was small and warm under his, and Martin could feel a thin silver bracelet clinging to his wrist. Martin was amazed by how perfectly his fingers rested over Jon’s, how nice it must feel to hold hands with him on a walk or side by side against the world. Jon cleared his throat suddenly and reached for his glass, gulping down water while staring steadfastly at his plate.

Martin felt his own blush rise through his cheeks and pushed a stray noodle around his plate. “So, here’s a question,” he began, eager to clear the tension. “You said earlier your friend Tim gave you the number to Swirl, right? I don’t know a Tim. So how did he know me?”

Jon frowned, cocking his head. “Technically, I got the number from Tim but that was via Melanie. She said her roommate was friends with…well, friends with you.”

“Mmhmm, that makes sense. I know Georgie from the coffee shop.” He was about to continue when he saw absolutely paralyzed look on Jon’s face. “You…you alright?”

Jon was stock still, pausing the forkful of shrimp that was en route to his mouth. “Sorry, Melanie’s roommate is Georgie?”

Martin nodded slowly. “Yeah, Georgie Barker, that podcaster. She gets her an extra-spicy chai latte from Swirl most days and that’s about the most I know of the relationship. Why, you know her?”

Jon put the fork down, shrimp forgotten, and sighed, running his thumbs along the bridge of his nose, pushing his thin-rimmed glasses up to his eyebrows. “Y-yes, she’s kind of…my ex.”

It was Martin’s turn to freeze. “Sorry?”

“Mmm, yeah, we decided we were better as friends. It was back in Oxford. But I don’t exactly see her often much anymore.” Jon winced at his own words, as if he knew how bad they sounded.

Martin sat back in disbelief, chuckling to himself. “Y’know, she said you were a ‘friend of a friend of a friend.�� D’you think she even knew it was you?”

Jon cocked his head in thought. “I guess not. I mean, I think the whole library staff has been gunning for me to relieve some tension. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been looking for a blind date for me for months now.”

Martin grinned, eyes sparkling. “Well, no matter. It was lucky for me.” Lucky again, was Martin, when he was rewarded with Jon’s warm blush.

----

The bill had been a painful affair, with both Jon and Martin vying for the privilege of paying. Martin struck a deal: he’d pay for the dinner, and Jon would pay for ice cream. Jon knew the differences would widely outweigh when it came to cost but he relented, and the self-satisfied smirk that blossomed over Jon’s face was payment enough.

Martin pointed out the ice cream parlor was a few blocks away and, though it was January, they decided to walk. The fresh snow on the ground glinted against the orange street lamps, and Jon laughed under his breath at the way Martin took great care to step on any unusually large clumps of snow, like he had a personal vendetta. When Jon’s chuckle had made it past the scarf he had wound round his neck and mouth, Martin had glanced over, embarrassed.

“I like the sound of it,” he mumbled, suddenly very meek for a man his stature. It was, regretfully, endearing. Martin was tall, but he was big too, and it was obvious underneath the layer of soft cashmere and chub, there was rigid muscle, and beneath that still, a gentle heart. Jon was struck by him, in more ways he had prepared himself for, and it felt second nature to slide his gloved hand into Martin’s and give it a solid squeeze of acknowledgement.

“Do you think it’s too cold to get ice cream?” Jon asked, watching a cloud of breath float by his lips.

Martin shrugged. “Technically? Yes. But who’s going to tell on us?” Jon swung their entwined hands a little. “Unless…you don’t want to?” Martin added, eyes locking on Jon’s before his head followed.

Jon shook his head. “No, I want to. I believe we have a debt to settle and I have a personal score involving rum raisin.” Martin beamed, clearly pleased, and Jon was certain the snow around him melted right off with the warmth of his smile. Jon leant into Martin’s side a little, and they continued in silence until they reached the ice cream parlor, the entrance to which glowed with pink and white LEDs.

Jon smugly ordered a scoop of rum raisin and was delighted to find Martin “didn’t hate it,” though he insisted his mint chip was better. That was genuinely the best Jon could hope for; not even Georgie in all her unusual tastes enjoyed his rum raisin sensibility. “My grandmother loved it when I was a kid,” he explained between bites, stirring the ice cream with his spoon. “It was the only flavor she kept around the house.”

“Not even vanilla?” Martin gasped in mock disbelief. “Any sensible person would say you’ve been tricked into enjoying it.” Jon chuckled and elbowed Martin mildly.

Jon found himself lingering over the bowl, realizing that the end of their dessert meant an end to the date. Martin seemed to be acting similarly, putting his spoon down between bites and taking more and more thoughtful swallows between their bouts of conversation.

“You-you took the tube here, right?” Jon asked, setting his finally-empty bowl off to the side. At Martin’s confirmation, Jon clenched his fist below the table. “Do you want to walk to the station together?”

Martin’s eyes lit up, nodding eagerly. “I had meant to ask, actually! I wanted to make sure you got there safe.” Jon winced at the blush that overtook his cheeks, though it was easy to blame it on the chill of the ice cream and the frigid night.

The walk to the tube was longer and the pair, heavily sated by pasta and dairy, were quiet, making soft comments about the snow or the odd remaining Christmas decorations, hands clasped tightly and shoulders pressing into the other. The fluorescents of the underground shone brightly, normally a beacon calling travelers home in the night, but to Jon it felt like a dreadful curse. He truly hadn’t expected to enjoy his evening with Martin so much, but they had just clicked. It felt like a shame to let it go.

Swiping their cards, Jon and Martin passed through their respective turnstiles and stood at the bisecting tunnels through which the various lines waited to take them home. They faced each other in silence, hands still interlocked, unsure of how to begin.

“If you’d like to,” Jon murmured, eyes shifting focus to Martin’s curls, plastered to his forehead from the snow; his collar, peeking through his coat; the way the shell of his ear seemed to have a nick missing (was it from a childhood accident? Just the way it was grown?). “I’d like to go out again.”

Martin squeezed Jon’s hand, and Jon’s eyes flitted back to Martin’s own; they were grey-blue and reminded Jon of his childhood sea. “Mmhmm, yeah.” Martin rolled his eyes at his own words and tried again. “Yes, Jon, I’d love that.” Martin moved to hug Jon, a gesture Jon eagerly accepted, relishing the warm arms encircling him and the feel of Martin’s chin resting on the crown of his head. As they pulled away, Martin’s eyes flitted across Jon’s face and the hand around his back moved, cautiously, to rest on the side of Jon’s neck.

“I…I don’t want to presume,” Martin said quietly, and Jon was distinctly aware of how empty, how big, the station was. “Is it okay if I kiss your cheek?”

Jon blinked rapidly, nodding wordlessly, before clearing his throat. “Ah, um, yes. Please.”

Martin’s smile was soft as he pressed his lips to the apex of Jon’s cheekbone, almost into his hairline. Jon was sure the blush that rose across his face this time certainly couldn’t be explained away by the snow, but he honestly wasn’t really sure he cared.

[plasticnightmaredoll]

(art by @stillfuckinbetterthanyou)

You know, I talk the big talk about wanting Telltale Riddler to have at it with me, but I have not posted anything spicy for him yet. I did post the NSFW Alphabet, but I think I can do much more than that.

And I have! Well, am. I have several WIPs in progress, which include the Arkham Knight Riddler one I posted recently. This smutty, filthy, naughty thing is a WIP involving everyone's favorite riddle-loving genius Silver Fox.

It has two parts, which are divided by a line. There's still plenty to go but I figure that there's enough here to whet everyone's appetite.

I will mention that this is an age gap pairing since Riddler is 60 and his lovely lady is in her early 30s (may or may not be me 👀👀👀💦). Also has Dom/Sub elements, teasing, mentions of oral sex, and features the "Daddy" kink.

The title is "My Religion is You" which is from Lady Gaga's, "Teeth." It kind of fits the content of the story, honestly.

In case it wasn't obvious, this story is most certainly meant for 18+ readers because of the sexual content involved.

Let me know if the link to the story samples doesn't work, and of course, feedback is always appreciated! I'll accept anon asks as well, if it's easier for anyone to send feedback that way.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Hi there! Have you done a Shokugeki no Soma AU yet? I'm just trying to imagine everyone battling each other with food XD What kind of food could Fushimi even make and would Awashima still try to put red bean in everything?

AU where the clans are all like clubs at a cooking school and are constantly battling for recipe supremacy. Shizume Academy is known as the birthplace of great chefs and every year a ton of aspiring cooks rush to try and join the school, knowing that those who fail will be kicked out and only the best of the best will reign supreme. The school itself has developed into four factions, the Red, the Blue, the Green and the Silver and they all have different approaches to cooking and different strengths and weaknesses.

The Blue faction would probably be mostly traditional Japanese food, like imagine Munakata making a lot of traditional sweets and sushi and various regional dishes. He's known for his ability to elevate even the most old-fashioned dish and his food almost seems to sparkle when he puts it on the plate. Awashima is his second in command and of course she is the master of red bean paste, she somehow manages to make every food that shouldn't have red bean paste in it taste delicious with added red bean paste. Awashima's known for her elegance in cooking style too, all the other girls in the school look up to her. Fushimi meanwhile is like the guy who shouldn't be able to cook but somehow is able to cook, he's self taught and even though he eats mostly food out of vending machines and hates all vegetables somehow he has the ability to make the most delicious food when he puts his mind to it (also his specialty is being able to cook food without tasting it and somehow it still turns out perfectly seasoned. That and a lot of fancy knife work). Fushimi mixes traditional food with more casual street food due to initially belonging to the Red faction. The rest of the alphabet squad all have varying specialties, like Kamo is a master of sushi and Akiyama and Benzai can do this double cooking thing using matcha and various flavors of tea and pudding.

The Red faction is focused more on street food and casual fare with an emphasis on spiciness, Mikoto probably makes a lot of blazing hot food that only the most daring are willing to try. Munakata and Mikoto have this whole rivalry going on too where Munakata looks down on Mikoto's vulgar hot food and Mikoto rolls his eyes at Munakata's fancy tasteless shit. Kusanagi's known more for his ability to make a lot of bar food and for how clean and skillful his cooking style is, while Totsuka is of course the master of experimentation. Kamamoto's one of the Red clan's biggest secret weapons, he can make masterful curry and no one even realizes that he has such skills. Yata's a jack of all trades and is great at making home-style food though he does have a slight weakness for putting pineapple in everything. He and Fushimi joined the school together and became members of the Red faction until Fushimi betrayed Yata and set his apron on fire before leaving to join the Blues (“there goes your souffle, Misaki”).

For the remaining two factions, Green would probably be the super experimental outside the box guys who believe that all food should be equal and use both cheap and expensive ingredients in tandem. Where the other factions hide their recipes the Greens put them out on the internet and encourage everyone to try them, even if the recipes are experimental and possibly poisonous or dangerous. The Silvers are more focused on simple food done right, Kuroh being their number one chef who wishes to fight honorably on the battlefield of the dinner table. Shiro is the master of rice and Neko has a special gift for handling fish and the three of them are like a happy little unit making dinner in the corner while the Reds and Blues and having their dramatic cooking battles.

[cinnella]

23, 26, 32, 36 from chaotic asks, please!☺️

23. Dog-ear book pages, use a bookmark, or memorize the page?

"I always bookmark them. Morana gifted me a beautiful silver one for my 20th birthday!" ~Eris✨

"I, uh.. Dog-ear them. Thing that absolutely triggers Morana the Perfectionist Bookworm™." ~Syro✨

"Of course I 'mark them! I ain't got time to memorize the page number, nor do I have my brain the size of a peanut like Rosy over here!" ~Morana✨

"I don't wanna boast, but I have damn good memory. All I need is my brain." ~Calyx✨

"I bookmark them because I don't like destroying the pages and I... don't have the best memory either..." ~Libelle✨

26. Can they fold a fitted sheet?

"Fairly well, yes. But not very big ones." ~Eris✨

"No, but I'll be damned if I let anyone know." ~Syro✨

"Uh, I mean... I sometimes manage and sometimes the bloody things just don't cooperate with me and I get frustrated and yeet them across the room." ~Morana✨

"I'm an expert when it comes to sheets and that's something I will boast about!" ~Calyx✨

"I picked up a few things from Cal, so I'd say I'm pretty good at folding them!" ~Libelle✨

32. Wash their hair first or their body first?

"Always my hair first, since it's pretty long. Then I put on conditioner, tie it up and wash my body." ~Eris✨

"I prefer starting with my chest first, working my way down and then do my hair. It's a weird pattern that I never really noticed 'til I grew up." ~Syro✨

"To be honest, I don't have a preference. It depends on what I'm feeling like washing first- is my hair dirtier or my body, y'know?" ~Morana✨

"Hair first. I care a lot about it and it takes work to make it into a perfect quiff. Washing and conditioning it takes 30 minutes alone." ~Calyx✨

"I like washing my hair first because it relaxes me to massage my scalp and work through tangled curls." ~Libelle✨

35. Free ask, you have to share a cursed behavior not on this list or get one assigned by the government. (I'm assuming this is what you meant, since the list stops at 35.😅)

"Goodness gracious... I tend to... Eat spicy and sweet food at the same time- Before you judge me, just try and eat spicy chicken with a piece of chocolate and tell me that that isn't delicious! Or peppers with apple pie!" ~Eris✨

"A thing that the others always called me weird for is that I don't fold my pants, I roll them. Like cinnamon rolls. It's easier for me to pick them out the wardrobe and they take less space that way! And they don't crease or anything!" ~Syro✨

"Although I'm a perfectionist by nature, I memorize covers better than titles so I don't organize my bookshelf alphabetically or by size, I do it by color and by shade. From darkest to lightest, red to purple, black to white and I have an entire separate bookshelf for brown-toned books- I'm absolutely serious and I'm usually not a color maniac." ~Morana✨

"Oh, lord... Well, it's not very cursed, but I really like spiders, especially the tiny tarantulas! I used to be afraid of spiders, but I overcame it and became invested in them. Now whenever I see a spider hanging around, I just bring it down to admire it and well, long story short, the others don't like seeing me have a spider in my palms..." ~Calyx✨

"Ah... You see, Lumi- my stoat familiar- likes catching small animals and bringing them to me as gifts. He reminds me of a cat sometimes... And I-I don't like refusing him because I know he's a good boy, so... I keep them... Until they start smelling... Nuts, I should really stop doing it." ~Libelle✨

(God this was so much fun, thanks! 😂)

[mobagehelllocal]

Lemme help silver out, boo needs luv, e,g,q,r,s,t,u, and y for silver please.

A/N: :) YOU KNOW WHAT SILVER IS WAY TOO PRETTY. SIMPING NOISES FOR SILVER AND HIS AURORA-COLOURED EYES AND HIS ARMS THAT CAN PICK US UP AND HOLD--

all characters featured are depicted as 18+

warning: explicit content below cut!

Silver

Experience

Rather than being experienced, I can see him as being knowledgeable about it. A part of being a knight is being able to please his partner in all manners. Most especially when it comes to the bed.

He’s someone who would patiently wait for the right person to do it with, you know? Despite that, he’s such an attentive lover that his lack of experience is barely noticeable. He does his best to ensure that you will never be left wanting—whether underneath him or above him. “Mhm… does this feel good, my love…? … Good.”

Goofy

He’s not going to be the type of person who will tell jokes during sex. It’s not something I think he’ll associate with sex—nor something that he thinks is something that has to happen during sex.

That being said, I feel like if you tell him jokes—he’ll blink at you really slowly before a soft little laugh will slip out of his pretty lips. He’ll find it funny and he won’t really be mad if you joke around during it. On your end—you just found another thing that Silver does that gets your heart fluttering.

Quickie

Not really his thing—he thinks sex is something that should be left in the bedroom and done during the appropriate times too. He wouldn’t want to exhaust you in the afternoon and keep you away from any possible errands you might have for that day.

That being said, what he does enjoy is pulling you close for a very deep kiss. His tongue cheekily darting into your mouth, coaxing your tongue into a short but sweet dance before he pulled away. Your breaths will always be heavy and there’s that little spark of mischief in his eyes as he promises to pick you up later when you’re done for the day, for more.

Risk

The only risks he’s not willing to take is the chance of others seeing you during such an intimate act and you getting hurt in any way. Those are his primary conditions. If he discovers anymore, he’ll sit you down and discuss everything with you as level-headed as possible. He wants you to keep enjoying yourself after all.

Other than that, he’ll be the type to listen to all of your suggestions without once laughing or teasing you over it. He’ll listen carefully, thoughtfully and will likely never criticize you about any kinks you might be interested in testing out. He’s a very sweet and generous lover.

Unfair

I don’t think he’s intentionally unfair. If anything, he just… is so honest with you it’s unfair how he never feels embarrassed about being frank with you. He’ll tell you how much he loves you with the most serene and understanding expression that you almost want to cry.

He has no problem being vulnerable with his feelings to you. He loves you so much, why would he have any need to hide or not tell you exactly the depth of the feelings that dwell deep in his heart? He also praises you an insane amount—enough that you get even more flustered. “I love you so much… You’re so beautiful, my love.”

Stamina

He’s been training to be a knight all his life. He’s incredibly physically active so I’m pretty sure his stamina is insane as well. He doesn’t really think too deeply about his own stamina either… but he does become a little more grateful when he finds you staring at him in awe as he gets you to come again.

I also think that when he’s in the mood to really fuck you, then he can get a little insatiable and needy. He’ll patiently wait for you to recover, his cock still hard inside of you before he’ll continue thrusting—chasing a second, then a third orgasm. “Are you ready…? I want to go again, my love.”

Toy

Not something he’ll suggest himself, I think. I don’t think he thinks it’s necessary though if it’s something that truly interests you then he’ll keep an open mind and try it out for you.

He doesn’t mind giving or receiving toys either. If you want to peg him, he’ll probably just make it clear that you have to schedule it because he wants to make sure that it won’t interfere with training if ever. He would let you dom him, no questions asked.

Yearning

He certainly has a high sex drive but it’s something that manifests rather differently for Silver—namely his absolute obsession with your kisses. He just loves kissing you every hour of every day. He can sate his thirst for you with some heavy make-out sessions honestly. “Can I kiss you, my love?”

He leaves you completely breathless with how much he chases after your lips with his own. When you need to breathe, his lips immediately move to your neck, suckling gently against your skin—nipping just enough to make you moan but not so hard that it might leave too dark of a mark.

[gay-salt-amber]

. . . Spicy D W and K for Sebek and Silver? Let's get some dirt on our boys!

Oh I can do that~

~D~

Silver: So, Silver takes some online classes for NRC cuz he doesn't wanna be falling asleep square in front of campus but what the teachers dont know is that Sebek is right below him giving him head most of the time

Sebek: He's very much a beggar and he is embarressed by it so he tries not to do it much but he does

~W~

Silver: Esther has long nails and they like to scratch a lot, Silver rarely does anything for em and they leave scars that he calls 'love marks'

Sebek: Y'know how I said Sebek sucks Silver off under his desk? Yeah Esther and Arie have done that to him too, online class or in person

~K~

Silver: Wax play and those nurse/maid dress things

Sebek: Begging, biting, clawing

[attendreesperer]

A, J, O, Y! I unintentional spelt a joy i'm so sorry abdkasd.

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    ( @clippingwings )

A: AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Assuming The Count has found himself in a functioning relationship with someone by some miracle of a chance in the first place ( a miracle like him and Sylvia for example ), the affection he gives will usually involve one or a combination of three main things– spending quality time with a partner, gift giving, and affection of the physical variety.

Quality time? The Count might whisk you away on extravagant dates or activities some days, and other days they might just sit with you on the sofa at home and the two of you will watch movies or binges shows for hours on end– it all depends on how their partner is feeling at the time.

Gift giving? The Count is loaded with money and they aren’t above dropping their partner an expensive, showy gift from time to time to wow them and show they care, but they are just as, if not more likely to give their partners gifts higher in sentimental rather than materialistic value, like a painting, or a piano ballad they personally made for their partner, or something in regards to one of their interests, like a stuffed toy or article of clothing based on a show or movie they like.

Physical affection? The Count will initially act as if it isn’t important, as if it doesn’t concern them, they might even fake aversion to it, but the moment The Count so much as holds their partners hand for the first time, they are hooked (even if he lies to himself about it for a while). From that point on, assuming their partner is okay with The Count’s gestures, he will be quite open with showing his physical affections. When The Count feel’s the situations are right, he will touch a partners hair, caress their face, hold their hands, kiss them, etc etc, and on the more spicy end of things, he won’t hesitate to initiate more…. intimate situations with a partner, the kind usually reserved for the bedroom, usually– The Count isn’t too picky in that regard (:

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

The Count will profess to not feel jealousy but do they? Oh you bet they do.

The Count will let most things slide but if they are in a relationship with someone, they will get peeved if they see their partner flirting with other people, or if they see someone flirting with their partner, which may or may not lead to The Count attempting to fight or otherwise harm the other person in question. It’s not healthy behavior but his anger is never really directed at his partner, only the other party gets his rage (unless of course the partner is actually cheating but then that’s a whole other, can of worms ASDFJKHSDHKFJ)

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

When The Count wants to charm and/or manipulate someone, you better believe they do. The Count’s silver tongue and honeyed words can be summoned up in an instant if he needs to use them, but in regards to a relationship, his charm is usually applied in more positive rather than plain manipulative ways– though yes, a way with words he has, and at his best, his words alone with leave you blushing.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Definitely. The Count can be very protective of their partner, and it’s kind of a reaction to trauma from their past– One partner was already ripped away from The Count suddenly and without warning, their love destroyed in the process, and The Count is keen to never let even something even vaguely like that happen again, so they will often go to extra lengths in ensuring their partners safety. Having his partner tailed all day by a trusted accomplice? Will probably happen. Trying his best to stop his partner from engaging in activities or decisions he deems too dangerous, life threatening, or downright foolish? Will probably happen. This can lead to The Count becoming a little too overprotective at times, but he means well– though if it bothers a partner, its definitely something he and them will have to talk about.