#simply bc it's low risk

[animalfluidz]

Ive also had a shift in friend groups, im like, not in one specifically but I know so many ppl 1 on 1. It's allowed me to be a bit more open with who i am and finding out parts i was afraid of opening up about are some of the features people REALLY love about me.

[darknesspervades]

listen. there's someone in my class who also likes the hunger games but man, it's slightly annoying.

because she's not the feral analysis sort, she just thinks they're cool and keeps completely missing the point when discussing them.

which, ok, valid. but sometimes i realise that non tumblr girlies do not think about that series in the same way i do. like, wdym those are mainstream books? no they're not, they're for me and my 10 followers to overanalyse.

[homo-house]

hey uh so I haven't seen anyone talking about this here yet, but

the amazon river, like the biggest river in the fucking world, in the middle of the amazon fucking rainforest, is currently going through its worst drought since the records began 121 years ago

picture from Folha PE

there's a lot going on but I haven't seen much international buzz around this like there was when the forest was on fire (maybe because it's harder to shift the narrative to blame brazil exclusively as if the rest of the world didn't have fault in this) so I wanted to bring this to tumblr's attention

I don't know too many details as I live in the other side of the country and we are suffering from the exact opposite (at least three cyclones this year, honestly have stopped counting - it's unusual for us to get hit by even one - floods, landslides, we have a death toll, people are losing everything to the water), but like, I as a brazilian have literally never seen pictures of the river like this before. every single city in the amazonas state is in a state of emergency as of november 1st.

pictures by Adriano Liziero (ig: geopanoramas)

we are used to seeing images of rio negro and solimões, the two main amazon river affluents, in all their grandiose and beauty and seeing these pictures is really fucking chilling. some of our news outlets are saying the solimões has turned to a sand desert... can you imagine this watery sight turning into a desert in the span of a year?

while down south we are seeing amounts of rain and hailstorms the likes of which our infrastructure is simply not built to deal with, up north people who have built everything around the river are at a loss of what to do.

the houses there that are built to float are just on the ground, people who depend on fishing for a living have to walk kilometers to find any fish that are still alive at all, the biodiversity there is at risk, and on an economic level it's hard to grasp how people from the northern states are getting by at all - the main means of transport for ANYTHING in that region is via the river water. this will impact the region for months to come. it doesnt make a lot of sense to build a lot of roads bc it's just better to use the waterway system, everything is built around or floats on the river after all. and like, the water level is so incomprehensibly low the boats are just STUCK. people are having a hard time getting from one place to another - keep in mind the widest parts of the river are over 10 km apart!!

this shit is really serious and i am trying not to think about it because we have a different kind of problem to worry about down south but it's really terrifying when I stop to think about it. you already know the climate crisis is real and the effects are beyond preventable now (we're past global warming, get used to calling it "global boiling"). we'll be switching strategies to damage control from now on and like, this is what it's come to.

I don't like to be alarmist but it's hard not to be alarmed. I'm sorry that I can't end this post with very clear intructions on how people overseas can help, there really isn't much to do except hope the water level rises soon, maybe pray if you believe in something. in that regard we just have to keep pressing for change at a global level; local conditions only would not, COULD NOT be causing this - the amazon river is a CONTINENTAL body of water, it spans across multiple countries. so my advice is spread the word, let your representatives know that you're worried and you want change towards sustainability, degrowth and reduced carbon emissions, support your local NGOs, maybe join a cause, I don't know? I recommend reading on ecological and feminist economics though

however, I know you can help the affected riverine families by donating to organizations dedicated to helping the region. keep in mind a single US dollar, pound or euro is worth over 5x more in our currency so anything you donate at all will certainly help those affected.

FAS - Sustainable Amazon Fundation

Idesam - Sustainable Developent and Preservation Institute of Amazonas

Greenpeace Brasil - I know Greenpeace isn't the best but they're one of the few options I can think of that have a bridge to the international world and they are helping directly

There are a lot of other smaller/local NGOs but I'm not sure how you could donate to them from overseas, I'll leave some of them here anyway:

Projeto Gari

Caritás Brasileira

If you know any other organizations please link them, I'll be sure to reblog though my reach isn't a lot

thank you so much for reading this to the end, don't feel obligated to share but please do if you can! even if you just read up to here it means a lot to me that someone out there knows

also as an afterthought, I wanted to expand on why I think this hasn't made big news yet: because unlike the case of the 2020 forest fires, other countries have to hold themselves accountable when looking at this situation. while in 2020 it was easier to pretend the fires were all our fault and people were talking about taking the amazon away from us like they wouldn't do much worse. global superpowers have no more forests to speak of so I guess they've been eyeing what latin america still has. so like this bit of the post is just to say if you're thinking of saying anything of the sort, maybe think of what your own country has done to contribute to this instead of blaming brazil exclusively and saying the amazon should be protected by force or whatever

[evilkitten3]

ok but hang on real quick bc look at goku's face right before he falls

there's nothing malicious there at all. just happiness and curiosity. those traits have always been a part of goku; the brain damage just made him forget he was supposed to kill everyone

[greengoblinswifey]

Hi

I would love if you can do one reader x Nicholas. Sisters best friend. The readers sister was friends with Nicholas bc she was influencer. Nicholas wanted to ask you out but your sister disapprove,because he was known as player. No smut please and thank you !

warnings— player!nicholas, slight heartbreak, angst, slight fluff.

a/n— no smut so i’m assuming you want angst maybe a bit of fluff, enjoy i hope i met your expectations <3

One afternoon, you went over to your sister’s apartment after she invited you to help her plan an influencer party she was hosting. As you approached her door, you overheard voices coming from inside. You stopped, recognizing that she was talking to Nicholas. They’d been best friends for a long time, especially since she’d started making a name for herself online and he became a famous actor, and they’d been by each other’s side for years as they navigated their journey. Your heart skipped a beat hearing his voice—you’d had a crush on him for months, but you’d tried to keep it under wraps, not wanting to complicate things. But now, it was all too real.

“Look, you can’t date her,” your sister said, her tone low but insistent. “I don’t want you to ask her out, or even think about it.”

You heard a pause, and then his response. “I’d never hurt her. She’s different.” His voice was soft, almost pleading, as if he’d been hoping to get your sister’s blessing.

Your sister sighed, clearly skeptical. “But that’s the problem. You’re all over dating apps lately, and don’t even get me started on what I’ve heard about you and your last girlfriend. People are saying you cheated. My sister deserves someone who’s stable and serious, not, whatever it is you’re doing.” Her tone held a sharp edge.

You lingered outside the door, a mixture of embarrassment and hurt welling up inside. It stung to hear her talk about him like that, but there was part of you that knew she was probably right. Yet there was another part of you that wanted to believe he was telling the truth, that he wouldn’t hurt you, that he really did want to be with you.

Maybe you were naive or just hopeful. Or blinded by the strong feelings you had for Nicholas all these months, especially since his rise to fame, it hurt you to see him out and about with your sister’s influencer friends and other women— his costars.

Eventually, he left, looking defeated, and your sister’s words stayed with you, reminding you of the risks. Still, the lingering desire was there; you couldn’t simply ignore the spark you’d felt for so long. The idea of being with him felt right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to defy your sister’s warning, not openly at least.

The night of the influencer party, you caught sight of him in the crowd, looking as charming as ever. Your stomach twisted when you saw him talking to another girl, who looked just as captivated by him. You watched as they laughed, getting closer, until eventually, he led her away from the crowd and down the hall. You felt a pang of hurt. The crush, the dreams, all of it seemed so foolish now. Your sister had been right; he really was the player she’d warned you about.

Later, when he reappeared, you tried to act unfazed, but he noticed you looking his way. He approached, guilt evident in his expression, and you didn’t hold back. “I saw you with her,” you said, crossing your arms, not even bothering to hide your disappointment.

He paused, seemingly struggling with what to say. “It didn’t mean anything,” he said finally, his voice barely audible. “I was just, trying to get over you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

You felt a surge of frustration and hurt. “Trying to get over me by being with someone else? That doesn’t change anything,” you said, shaking your head. “I wanted to believe you, but my sister was right about you.”

As you walked away, you felt the weight of closure settle in. Maybe things could have been different, but he’d shown you who he was, and you were finally ready to let him go.

The rest of the night, you tried your best to enjoy yourself at the party. You laughed, danced, and chatted with others, determined not to let him ruin your night. Yet, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him standing by himself, drink in hand, looking unusually contemplative. For once, he wasn’t mingling with other girls or putting on a show, instead, he seemed lost in thought, a hint of defeat on his face. Maybe he’d finally realized that this reputation he’d built for himself wasn’t as fulfilling as he’d thought. You could almost feel the shift in him, as though he was reconsidering everything and beginning to question if this player lifestyle was really worth losing someone like you.

At the end of the night, you and your sister were winding down back at her place, getting ready to stay over after the party. While everyone else was settling in, he found a quiet moment to approach you. He looked tired, yet determined, and there was an apology in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, reaching out like he wanted to hug you. “I know I messed up. I want you to know that it wasn’t just, casual for me. I’d never want to hurt you like this.”

You took a step back, crossing your arms. “You made your choice,” you replied, a touch of sadness in your voice. “If you really wanted me, you’d have fought for me, done everything to prove to my sister that you’re serious. You can’t just say sorry now and expect it to change things.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “You’re right. I messed up, and I don’t know if I can fix it, but, I want to try. Maybe not just for you, but for myself, too.”

Without another word, you turned away, retreating to your sister’s room. You crawled into bed beside her, feeling the weight of it all start to lift. She wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “I’m sorry things turned out this way,” she murmured, her voice soft with understanding.

“It’s fine,” you replied, managing a small smile. “It’ll be fine. Maybe he’ll change, maybe he won’t. But I know I deserve better.”

Your sister nodded, squeezing your hand. “I think he can change, but it’s going to take time, a long time,” she said, and you nodded, knowing she was probably right.

The next morning, as everyone was preparing to leave, he found you one last time. This time, there was a sense of quiet resolution in his eyes. He hugged you gently, murmuring, “I’ll walk to the ends of the earth if that’s what it takes. I’ll do whatever I need to, to win her approval and show you I mean it.”

You pulled back, still guarded. “We’ll see,” you replied, giving him a small nod before leaving with your sister.

[rookiesbookies]

Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again. 

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong. 

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder. 

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing. 

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply. 

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom. 

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?” 

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe. 

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him. 

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting. 

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up. 

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave. 

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hi hi hi! I've been missing Levi content for a while now so I hope you won't mind if I request one. Like reader is a high ranking officer (higher than him obv) and they kinda hated each other bc of his attitude and stuff but then she kinda saves him and they started realizing their feelings and stuff

Btw I hope you enjoy your vacation!

You're so right honey, that's why we're doing this right now

Levi slowly but surely falling in love with his commander aka you

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: Levi never understood you, always hated the way you drag your soldiers around while carrying yourself with ease. Until you're out on another mission together, until he is the one who needs to safe you...

Warnings: None really, enemies to lovers in a kind of hurried way since this is a one shot, don't expect full on making out because again, this is only a one shot. Fluff fluff fluff with little errors here and there since I didn't find the time to re-read

I hear y'all, dearest aot fans! If you'd like to read more about attack on titan, feel free to push this fanfic and let me know 🤍

The tension is thick enough to slice through it with your gear as the Survey Corps make their final preparations before heading into Titan territory. The mission is risky, with the odds stacked against all of you as usual, but that has always been the life of a Survey Corps member.

Especially yours. Being the Lieutenant Commander meant taking a lot of responsibility for everything that happened regarding titans and your soldiers, always having to decide between the sake of a mission and those innocent lives that trust you with all their heart. The voices around you roam through the way too crowded room hectically, turn into a hot mess of different opinions and strategies.

In the midst of the chaos, Levi Ackerman stands with his arms crossed, his icy gaze fixed on the woman issuing orders just a few feet away.

You are everything Levi dislikes in an officer: confident to the point of arrogance, with a sharp tongue to match. Your strategies are always sound, often brilliant, but you have a way of getting under his skin like no one else. As a higher-ranking officer, you are technically his superior, which makes his hatred grow even worse.

“Are you sure this is the best course of action?”

Levi’s voice cuts through the chatter, his tone edged with scepticism like usual when he talks to you.

You don’t even look up from the map spread across the table. It would have surprised you if Levi kept his voice low when it’s always him who contradicts you the loudest.

“Unless you have a better idea, Captain, I suggest you stick to what you do best: killing titans”, you reply dryly.

Levi’s jaw clenches in the most uncomfortable way, a wave of anger rushing through his veins just by hearing your confident tone.

“And what you do best is risking lives for the sake of glory.”

You finally meet his gaze, your eyes flashing with irritation. But even though you know him oh so well by now, he never fails to get on your nerves.

“I’m risking lives to save lives. You, of all people, should understand that.”

“I understand that, Lieutenant Commander,” Levi retorts, the title spat out like venom,

“but this mission is reckless. We don’t need to take unnecessary risks.”

“The greatest risk is doing nothing.”

Your voice is cold, authoritative. Without gifting him another glance, you turn your attention back to the map, effectively dismissing him.

He storms out of the room in order to calm down his pounding heart, the images of the past missions with countless dead soldiers running through his mind all at once. Levi simply hates the way you talk, how someone so intelligent can be so infuriatingly stubborn and goddamn beautiful.

Beautiful?

“I’m losing my fucking mind”, he mutters to himself.

-the day of the mission-

Everything went smoothly. Getting out of the city, not meeting anything but a few 7 meter class titans who get wiped out by your well-thought line-up. As usual you lead the charge, your orders sharp and precise as you direct the troops with your eyes scanning the area like a hawk. Levi is forced to stay close, not out of any sense of duty to you, but because he knows he needs to be there when your plan inevitably goes south.

And it does.

The titans come out of nowhere, an abnormal horde larger and more coordinated than you anticipated. The battlefield erupts into chaos with your soldiers scattered all over the place before you’re even able to think about an order. Within a few seconds, some struggle to follow your orders while others acting on instinct to survive.

Levi’s instincts scream at him to keep moving, to cut through the titans as he always did. But his eyes keep drifting back to you, holding your ground in the middle of the chaos with your ODM gear flashing as you  maneuver between trees and slice through titan napes with deadly precision.

For a moment, he almost respects you. Almost.

But then, a rogue titan barrels toward you, faster than you could react. An abnormal you didn’t have the chance to see coming, aiming directly for your delicate neck. You turn around, eyes widening, realizing too late that you are out of time. You won’t make it.

Levi doesn’t hesitate. In a split second, he is there, blades slicing through the Titan’s nape with effortless precision. The massive body collapses, narrowly missing your frame as it crashes to the ground lifelessly.

For a second, you forget how to breathe. Blood rushes through your ears violently, your whole body starts shaking. This was the closest you’ve ever been to dying. Right here, on a mission that was supposed to be easy. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be gone by now.

Him.

You look at him, breathless, a mix of shock and something else, something unspoken, flickering in your eyes.

“You’re welcome,” Levi says flatly, retracting his blades.

Fuck, he hates the way his heart almost beats out of his chest. Seeing you almost getting dragged into the disgusting mouth of that demon, that glossy layer of fear glistening in your orbs. Truth is, he can’t imagine what life would look like without you. To be honest, just maybe, he somehow needs you in his life.

You don’t respond immediately, still catching your shaky breath. But when you do, your voice is softer, almost reluctant.

“Thank you.”

He gives a curt nod, about to move on, when another wave of Titans emerges from the trees, cutting off their escape. Fuck, you are trapped with no time to regroup or plan. For a split second, both of you exchangd a glance, a silent understanding passing between you.

In the matter of seconds, that minor spark of weakness disappears out of your orbs, gives way to the hardness of your determination. He can’t help but stare at you, that gorgeous face, how fucking strong you look.

There’s no time to stare at you like an idiot, though. You fight back-to-back, moving in a deadly dance of steel and blood. Levi’s movements are precise and brutal, while yours are fluid and strategic, exploiting every weakness you can find. It doesn’t matter if they are abnormal. At the end of the day, all of them are nothing but titans.

And the man fighting by your side? You allow yourself a single glance at him, how effortlessly he slices through each and every neck. He is the humanity’s strongest soldier, an inspiration even though you’d never say that out loud.

Together, you are unstoppable, a force that tears through the wave of titans with an almost terrifying efficiency.

But despite your efforts, the numbers are overwhelming. Your plan was brilliant, but it hasn’t accounted for this level of resistance. And now you are paying the price.

As you fight, your movements begin to slow, exhaustion creeping into your limbs. Levi notices immediately, his keen eyes catching the subtle tremors in your hands, the slight delay in your attacks. You are reaching her limit.

“Fall back,” Levi orders with sharp voice.

“We can’t retreat now,” you argue, even as your breath comes in ragged gasps.

“We need to—”

“You need to survive,” Levi cuts her off, his tone leaving no room for debate.

“You might be the Lieutenant Commander, but that’s an order. I can’t watch you die here. ”

For a moment, she hesitate, your pride warring with the reality of the situation. But the second you catch that look full of worry on his face, notice the pleading tone in his usual so cool voice, you nod. Together both of you retreat, your ODM gear carrying you away from the swarm of dreadful titans.

You land in a small clearing, both of you breathing heavily. For a long moment, you just stand there, surrounded by the unnerving quiet of the forest, the distant sounds of battle fading into the background.

“You saved my life back there”, you finally mumble into the silence.

Levi doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the ground. When he finally does, his voice is uncharacteristically soft.

“You would have done the same.”

You nod, a small, tired smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I suppose I would have.”

You just stand there in silence for a while, the adrenaline of battle slowly fading, leaving behind an unexpected calm.

It’s strange, Levi ponders, how the heat of battle has somehow cooled the bitterness between them. Somehow, he doesn’t look at you with hatred filling him up to the brim anymore. Somehow, your beautiful appearance doesn’t provoke him like it did before. In its place, something else holds onto his heart, something he isn’t quite ready to name. Is that…blush creeping up his cheeks?

“I’ve misjudged you. You’re not just a killing machine”, you mutter, your eyes meeting his with an intensity that hits him straight to the core.

Levi raises an eyebrow, too busy to stop himself from blushing to prevent that hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“And you’re not just a reckless strategist.”

You chuckle, a sound that is surprisingly soft, almost gentle. He never heard you laugh, especially not this sincere. What a wonderful sound.

“Maybe we’re both wrong.”

“Maybe.”

Both of you lapse into silence again, but this time more comfortable, less charged with those countless emotions. How is it that a single battle chased away that thick tension of hatred you felt for him just yesterday? Somehow, all you feel now is respect and…

You swallow hard, hungry eyes staring at the ground. Somehow, you feel attraction. Out of instinct, you shake your head in determination, force some sense back into your mind. You’re the Lieutenant Commander, after all.

 “We should get back to the others. They’ll need our help”, you finally speak out while getting up.

Levi nods, but before you move too far away from him, he reaches out, his hand briefly brushing against your arm. Your eyes dart up immediately, heart almost pounding out of your chest.

“Don’t be so quick to throw yourself into the fire next time. You’re no good to anyone dead” he comments with low but firm voice.

When you send a beaming smile his way, Levi almost forgets how to exist. If he had known how gorgeous your lips look, how well smiling suits you.

He’s lost.

“I’ll keep that in mind”, you reply with a sarcastic but warm tone.

-Bonus-

“They give me the ick”, Jean mutters under his breath.

“What? You mean Lieutenant Commander (y/n) and Captain Levi?”, Connie questions.

“Yeah. Didn’t they hate each other? I always thought I might be able to pull her…”

“Something between them changed, I guess”, Mikasa adds, the whole friend group staring at the both of you in sheer disbelief.

“Why are these kids staring at us so stupid”, Levi mutters under his breath, already on his way to confront those brats.

“Don’t.”

Gently, you grab his hand and pull him back towards you.

“Stay with me. That’s an order.”

“An order? You really think you can order me around?”

“Despite being your girlfriend, I’m still your Commander”, you tease him, now placing your hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll have to think about that again...”

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[charlessmiths-wife]

NSFW ALPHABET: BELA DIMITRESCU

because someone (me) is down bad. NSFW content ahead, I do hope to do one of these for all the sisters.

X FEM READER.

MINORS/ AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Aftercare with Bela is always so sweet, but I definitely think it gets sweeter the longer she's with you and the more your relationship grows simply because she gets more comfortable. She progresses from simply seeing aftercare as something which 'must be done' to genuinely enjoying it and undertanding why it's such a necessity.

She likes to be cuddled close to you after sex whilst you both talk about what just happened, and whether or not you both enjoyed it, all while whispering praises and "I love you's" back and forth to each other. It makes her feel so loved and appreciated - like her thoughts and feelings matter to someone, something which she's always felt a bit insecure about.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On herself? Whilst I see Bela as the most insecure of all three sisters (with Daniela falling close behind and Cassandra also having her own fair share of insecurities) I do think Bela likes her waist and hips. They're both very mobile, and that helps her when it comes to moving, hunting, running... and... other things.

On you? ... not to seem cliche, but she loves your face. Especially your smile. It makes her feel comforted, and I see her as being the kind of person who would look for their partners smile when they felt overwhelmed. Sure - this probably isn't the most sexual answer - but I definitely think it's true that Bela would appreciate your smile above all else that she loved about you.

(this is also probably a low hanging fruit bc...yk...vampires... but all three sisters appreciate their partners necks bc... yk... vampires!!)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

When she's about to cum, sometimes she'll beg. It's probably one of the only times she ever will beg during sex - and I even risk to say she would enjoy it if you made her beg for it and vice versa. She's also a squirter. That is all.

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

EVERYTHING feels like a dirty secret to Bela for a while 😭😭 once she finally gets more comfortable with you, she's a lot more open. I'd say her biggest dirty secret is probably that she’s into choking. Giving and receiving.

(that… and the fact she quite enjoys bottoming. which isn’t rlly a dirty secret by any metric but for little miss Bela “I must be in control at all times” Dimitrescu (affectionate) … it is

E = Experienced

I'd say she's maybe had between 3 - 5 sexual partners, most of whom have likely been one night ventures for her.

She drains bodies of blood, that doesn’t necessarily mine she has to fuck ‘em too

F= Favourite position

Hmm… this is a tricky one. I think she likes any position - BUT her one condition is she has to be able to see your face. So, by that metric, any form of sex where she’s taking you from behind or vice versa isn’t as enjoyable to her. she wants to be able to look at you when she makes you cum AND vice versa

G = Goofy (is she serious or not in the moment)

Serious during, not so much goofy but certainly melty after. Blushing and hiding away in your shoulder, a smile on her face. This will always be the typical routine - no matter how many times you have sex, Bela will always be just as giddy afterwards.

H = Hair (does the carpet match the drapes?)

I reckon the carpet matches, yeah. Even in the instances she does shave, I’d say it’s usually only a trim OR she shaves it leaving a landing strip. (Self indulgence there perhaps bc Bela w a landing strip would be sooooo dhsjejwjsbs)

I = Intimacy (How is she during the moment, romantic aspect)

Bela is a romantic, but it will take a while to show during sex. Of course, trusting you enough to have sex with you in itself is a great intimate display for her - but during the actual act (at the start) Bela is largely silent, with her only show of romance being the kisses she gives you and the aftercare. However, soon enough - she’ll feel comfortable enough to grow more romantic. And when I tell you, the romance levels will amp. Up.

She’ll whisper ‘I love yous’ in your ear every few minutes. Kiss every single inch of your skin. Praise you, shower affection down upon you… the full works.

And she WILL grow to expect the same in return. As she should.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcannon)

So, for a long time - I don’t believe Bela masturbated. She would’ve seen it as something ‘dirty’ and to be avoided. However, with time, and much work towards her relationship with sexual pleasure - she grew to enjoy it, regarding it as a way to release stress, take some time to herself and, most importantly - feel good.

I also STRONGLY believe she’d be into the concept of mutual masturbation. She believes it’s a good way for a couple to discover more about what they both like. Just saying.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-> Choking (giving and receiving)

-> Praise (giving and receiving)

-> Dominance (both the act of dominating and being dominated)

-> Blood (she’s VERRRYYYY careful with this one, she would never want to hurt you - but if AND ONLY IF you were willing she would rather enjoying drinking SMALL AMOUNTS of blood from you during sex. She sees it as an immensely intimate act)

I also think she’s really into noise, she LOVES hearing you. it gets her so turned on to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself.

(Also… dry humping.)

L = Location (her favourite place to do the do)

Typically, you guys have sex in her bedroom, therefore her bed is the most common place. However! The bath is her absolute favourite of all time.

Add on a couple of candles, some wine by the side of the tub AND some good warm water? Yeah, can’t be beaten for her.

M = Motivation (what turns her on/gets her going)

Bela’s sex drive often fluctuates. When it’s high, the sight of you ALONE is enough to make her want to jump your bones.

I reckon the easiest way to get her in the mood would probably be teasing. Especially if it had been ongoing throughout the day - it can get her so riled up.

I have a specific head cannon of you teasing Bela throughout some important ball thrown at the castle - and her getting so frustrated she had to pull you away to her room and having her way with you. Not giving a damn about when she returned.

This was out of character for Bela, given how much she cares about her own, formal appearance. So that’s how you KNOW your teasing has a profound effect on her.

N = NO

Hmm.. y’know, I think there’s a few things Bela wouldn’t be too into

I don’t think she’d be crazy about the idea of inflicting pain. She’s a deadly, vampiric monster to her maidens… but when it comes to her partner she NEVER wants them to see her like that. Nor does she ever want to hurt them.

O = Oral

Is a fan. Loves both giving and receiving.

Giving wise - this woman is SKILLED. she listens to what you tell her feels good, pays attention to your reactions, and can go at it for however long it takes. PLUS you just know that woman’s tongue and mouth know what they’re DOING - she eats it like it’s her last ever meal TRUST

Receiving? She can’t stay still. The second your tongue is on her she’s letting out a sigh, before wrapping her hands in your hair and squirming. She’ll let out breathy moans, and I genuinely believe this is the way she finds it easiest to cum.

P = Pace (fast and rough/slow and sensual?)

TYPICALLY slow and sensual. But it’s possible for her to be faster, she typically speeds up anyways once one of you guys gets closer to cumming, but occasionally if you’ve both been desperate all day she’ll take a much faster pace throughout in general.

She’s never rough though - and she doesn’t deem it as respectful OR loving to be more rough. The same goes for if you attempted to be rougher with her.

Q = Quickie

Quickie? What is that? Nope. Never heard of in Bela’s books.

She’s only ever done it once or twice, when you guys were both desperate. And she doesn’t enjoy it as much, especially because she feels as though the aftercare following is never as good as usual.

She isn’t a fan, to say the least.

R = Risk (is she up to experiment/ take risks?)

It depends.

Trying out something new in bed? So long as you guys are both consenting and willing to try, sure!

But in terms of risk with things like location, etc - no.

Bela’s worst fear is being caught by her mother, sisters, the help - so no matter what, she needs privacy when having sex with you. That privacy isn’t something she’s willing to risk.

S = Stamina (how many rounds/how long do they last for)

Oh she takes her time.

Sex with Bela can be an hours long ordeal. Of course there’ll be some minor breaks in between but my point still stands - the girls got stamina.

How long she lasts though… that depends.

Sometimes Bela can last a while before cumming, other times it takes her maybe ten minutes tops. With the quickest being five minutes.

She gets embarrassed if she comes quickly, but you don’t mind at all, you just kiss her cheek and tell her how pretty she looked. You almost take it as a compliment.

Nonetheless, even after she cums - she still takes her time…

T = Toy (Do they own/ use toys? On them or their partner?)

Own? Yeah I’d say some. Not many, because I do think she spent so many years with a bad relationship surrounding sex - but once she becomes more comfortable she definitely starts owning some. She’ll use them on either herself or a partner.

She does own a strap on. The switch in her wants to both use it on you and have you use it.

(Imagine how good she’d look with a strap on though… okay bye that’s all hrksfds)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think it depends!

Bela is a massive switch in my mind, and when she’s dominating she’s more of a soft dom - so typically she’s not too much of a tease… however, sometimes she definitely enjoys toying around a little bit.

A favourite of hers is lightly holding a vibrator against your clit on the lowest setting and letting you squirm a bit, making you beg for more.

V = Volume (How loud is she?)

oh Bela can be LOUD.

she doesn’t even realise it either, she’s just too caught up in how good it feels.

she gets quite embarrassed after, even a tad scared in case someone heard, but with plenty of reassurance from you (and forehead kisses) she’s fine.

(however, once she was so loud you had to cover her mouth with your hand during the act… yeah Bela melted. almost came on the spot. doing that is a sure fire way to turn her on.)

W = Wild card (a random hc of your choice)

Hmm… here’s a few.

Bela is really into face sitting, both doing it and having her partner do it to her. And she’s not one for hovering, oh no no - it’s called face sitting for a reason. You will sit.

I also think she enjoys just… making out. A foreplay fave of hers is to start off slowly, making out and grinding with you (maybe even some dry humping) before getting to the main act.

Also… (this woman def doesn’t have a phone but, let’s just suspend reality for a sec) send Bela nudes and she will lose. Her. Mind. She thinks you’re beyond beautiful, truly , and seeing you like that just drives her wild.

X = X ray (what’s going on in her pants)

As before, I’m pushing the Bela with a landing strip agenda. I reckon Bela typically wears lacey black underwear, nothing too daring…

She does own lingerie though, and she loves showing you.

I actually think the most risky thing Bela’s ever done is turn up to your chambers one day, and give you a ‘try on haul’ of the new clothes she bought. the clothes in question were mostly lingerie. safe to say she was in your room for most of that night.

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

Bela’s sex drive isn’t insanely high.. I reckon on average she can go between 1-3 times a week. Never usually more than 4 tops. Typically twice a week at an estimate.

Z = Zzz (how quick does she fall asleep after?)

Sleepy angel lmao, Bela can be out like a light quite quickly after I reckon. Which is rare, because in general I imagine Bela actually doesn’t sleep well.

But she’s so calm after being intimate with you, she just can’t help but feel her eyes slowly drooping. So whilst she rests her head on your chest in the aftermath and whispers soft “I love you’s” as you guys chat in the aftermath… don’t be surprised when she eventually stops responding. She’s fallen asleep x

Take it as a compliment, though, it shows how at peace she feels with you.

[echobx]

not my type 4 - Rafe Cameron x plus size!fem!reader

summary: y/n has to go work in the OBX a yearafter she last saw Rafe and things take their turns...

warnings: fluff, smut (p in v (unprotected))

word count: 2.5k

author's note: I'm not a fan of what I did here and I wouldn't even feel bad if y'all hated me for it bc it's just shit in my eyes, but I also don't have the capacity to change it or write it anew but I also didn't wanna leave it unfinished. that's all.

masterlist part 3

You don't want to move to the OBX, but it's what your father expects of you and it's a promotion. You'll be in charge of the division, hiring new brokers, taking care of business. It’s a huge step forward from all the number pushing you had to do the last year since Florida was opened.  But, just like you predicted, it had been worth it, and now you're supposed to actually bring in good numbers from the island strip.  And on top of that, you are sure that you're over him. A whole year is a long time after all. 

“And the beach is just gorgeous,” you tell your friend Parker, who helped you move. You're both standing in the new office building, looking out of a window, not noticing Rafe's approaching behind you.  “That wholly depends on what side of the island you're on,” Rafe comments, and you turn around to look at him. His polo shirt hugs his muscles perfectly and the shorts sit a bit low. It's in stark contrast to the very formal rosé colored suit you're wearing.  But the worst part of it is that your heart starts fluttering just a little when his blue eyes rake over you.  “We'll find out soon enough,” you hit him back and take Parker's hand, intertwining your fingers, and to your own luck he just goes with it. You had been friends for too long for him to question your moves, and he also knew way too much about what had happened between Rafe and you.  “Good,” Rafe smiles and turns to walk into his office.  “Okay, y/n/n, I get it, but you're also crushing my hand,” Parker laughs lightly, and you let go of him.  “I'm gonna be so okay. Yes. I'll just be okay. Right?” you tell yourself and walk into your office to set it up. 

When you go out for lunch, Rafe simply joins you uninvited. You focus on Parker, on pretending that you're with him, not just because you have to keep your mind from slipping to Rafe. But mostly because you want to know if he's going to be jealous.  And from the way his jaw clenches when you kiss Parker's cheek, it seems to be working. 

However, it's only working for a week, because your friend has to go back home and the moment he's gone you jump headfirst into work. If you won't let your mind rest, it can't think of Rafe. That's your strategy.  It's a flawed one though, because after three weeks of excessive paperwork and hiring new staff, you find your desk empty, nothing left to do. At least not enough to keep you occupied for more than a few hours each day. 

“There's an issue with the Campbell property,” Rafe says while walking into your office, not having knocked. “I thought you might want to look at it before I make a decision.” He hands you the papers, and you look over it, but you can't find any mistakes on it.  “And what's your verdict?” you ask, hoping that it'll help you figure out what might be wrong, because even after reading the notes a third time, you still can't find the problem.  “You work too much,” he shrugs and you drop the paper.  “What?”  “Nothing. It's a numbers issue, see,” Rafe points at the yard size. “They say it's 0.7 acres, but it's actually just below 0.6 acres.” “How do you know that?” “Because I've been to that house. Do you want to risk us getting sued?” he cocks his brow up and you sigh.  “I'll send Darryl to measure it out. Anything else?”  “Your boyfriend isn't around as much as I thought he'd be.” Rafe lets his fingers run over the glass of your desk, and you bite the inside of your cheek to not smile. The small glimpse of jealousy makes your heart skip a beat. It's stupid, really, because you don't know each other, you shouldn't feel like that for a guy you had slept with twice over a year ago. And yet, you still did.  “Parker has his work, and I have mine,” you smile politely.  “I see. Well, the Campbell thing,” Rafe notes before walking out again, and your heart is still pounding like crazy after the small interaction. 

You keep working, trying to keep your distance and he does the same. Only talking when it's really necessary to keep the office out of the reds.  You don't notice that he keeps eyeing you when you're not looking, that he makes sure that the kitchen is always stocked with your favorite snack. And you don't know that he notices how the small packets only ever go missing when you have a rough day or had an unplanned call from your father. And that you dress more so provocatively when you have a showing than when it's just an office day. Or how you strip off your heels when you sit at your desk for more than five minutes. He picks up on all of your little antics, and he doesn't even want to, he's over it just as much as you, but he can't help it either. 

And for the brokers open two months after your start in the OBX he makes sure that the caterer has a non-seafood option alongside the tiny lobster rolls and crab cakes. Because he knows you don't eat it, and he wants to get on your good side again, although he's aware that food won't be the way to do it. 

“Old fashioned?” Rafe holds the glass out for you, and you take it with a hushed “thank you.” “That's what you had the-”  “I remember,” you look up at him, his hair is cut back to a buzz cut, and you don't know if you like it as much. It does accentuate his features though, which isn't a bad thing at all. The sharp nose and high cheekbones, the crooked smile he always greets you with- No, you can't let yourself think of him again. It was hard enough as is, to survive living and working so close to him.  “You look good,” Rafe nods at you, and you don't know what to reply. The short black dress is showing off more than you intended to, but your best friend Claire convinced you to put it on anyway when you called her earlier that day.  “Uhm… thanks,” you mumble and let your eyes run over him, half buttoned shirt and suit pants. He hadn't dressed up at all and the fact that he didn't need to, and your heart was still racing, was speaking volumes. “You clean up nice too,” you tell him and look away again. 

You try mingling, networking a little and gossiping a little less. But when you overhear a broker from a different brokerage talk about Rafe you simply can't stop yourself. The words coming out of her mouth won't add up to the Rafe you know and try to hate.  She talks about dark escapades and less intriguing things but follows them up with a harsh comment on his person. Maybe she is jealous, you choose to believe that rather than what she keeps talking about. There's nothing less believable than all the atrocious things she mentions and yet when you look at yourself in the mirror of the restroom later that night, you think it doesn't matter. Everyone has a past after all.  “He's not like that anymore, right?” you ask yourself quietly after freshening up your lipstick. 

You see Rafe standing at the side, not wanting to talk to anyone, and you start to realize why. You start to understand why he never ate lunch in the kitchen with you or the team.  “Networking is part of the job,” you remind him while placing yourself next to him.  “Not with this folk,” he replies dryly.  “You shouldn't care what they say.” You look up at him and meet his gaze.  “I don't. Do you?”  “I don't think it's possible to do this job if you're not a stone-cold killer at heart.”  He flinches at your wording but he nods. “Are you?”  “Have to.”  “You don't though,” he seems almost sorry, but he turns away again, nipping on his drink.  “Didn't get a choice much,” you mumble absentmindedly. 

“Contradictory,” Rafe huffs a laugh.  “What?”  “You. It's contradictory. You saying you didn't get a choice after telling me you made the choice freely,” he looks at you again, eyes scanning your face.  “Didn’t think you'd remember,” you mutter and turn around, wanting nothing more than to vanish into thin air, but his hand shoots out to grasp your wrist.  “Don't go, please.”  “Why?” you turn around to look at him sternly. “I'm sorry, about all of it,” he apologizes, and let's go again.  “I'm over it,” you lie.  “You're really not,” he whispers and steps closer. “And it's my fault, all of it. I'm sorry, sugar.” 

“Are the stories true? The shit they talk about you behind your back?” you ask and he nods.  “Okay,” you say and he furrows his brows.  “You don't care?”  “Not really. I mean, that was then and now is now. I know the crazy shit people do when they're high,” you shrug, and he looks a bit confused. “And the daddy issues on top of that. I mean, I get it. We've both got our fair share of daddy issues, right?”  “Right,” Rafe drags out the word, he truly didn't expect you to not care about it at all. If anything, he thought you might run again, and the fact that you don't is confusing him.  “Do you wanna get out of here and get hammered?” you whisper, and a grin spreads on your face when he takes your hand and pulls you away. 

That's how you find yourself bent over your own desk, mind hazy and a moaning mess as he fucks you.  “Too much,” you cry but Rafe just laughs. “I know you can take it, baby.” And you know he's right, but you love to be told over and over again.  “You're so good to me. So tight, sugar.”  “Gonna cum,” you moan, and he stops, pulls out and makes you turn around.  “Sit up, pretty girl, and look at me.” You follow the order, sitting up and moving to the very edge of the table before he pulls your legs over his shoulders and enters you again. 

His hand presses down on your stomach and you groan. It's all too much, and he's making it worse, moving to press on your clit with his thumb before drawing harsh circles and your eyes roll back in response.  “Cum for me, baby,” he rasps into a kiss, biting down on your bottom lip when your orgasm rips through you, squeezing him so hard that he can't hold it in anymore and shoots his hot cum into your pulsating core. “Fuck, you're perfect. So hot. Missed you so much,” Rafe pants, still buried deep inside of you and not ready to actually let go.  “Forgot how big it was,” you whisper and feel him twitching inside you. It’s just a silly little note, but it's all he needed to get hard again and fuck you again, not caring about the mess you were making. 

“Bet he's not fucking you like that,” Rafe pants, and you don't know what he's talking about, but you let it slide, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.  “Mine. All mine,” he rambled, lips attached to your neck, nipping at the skin and leaving a plethora of open-mouthed kisses on it.  “Yours, daddy. All yours,” you moan and hold onto him tighter, pressing yourself against him to try to force him into you deeper.  “Soak me, pretty,” he breathes against your lips, one hand holding your jaw, the other between your legs, rubbing your clit. And his blue eyes are barely visible as he stares into yours.  “Make me,” you hush but scream when he pinches your clit before rubbing it again.  “Don't be a brat, sugar. Come on. Soak daddy's dick,” he grins, drops of sweat running down his toned body, and you swear you'd lick him clean all over if he let you. And when his tongue once again entangles with yours, your eyes roll back and your legs tremble. Screaming at the high he managed to give you and far past it as he fucks you through it and empties his load into you for the second time. 

And the next few weeks you spend the same, pretending like nothing happened while letting him fuck you every single night. You don't want to talk about all the things that you should clearly talk about.  Like the fact that he still believes that you have a boyfriend up in New York, or that he keeps staying longer until he falls asleep next to you, and you don't have the heart to kick him out.  But you groan when you wake up and see him try to get ready as quietly as he can. 

“What are you doing?”  “Didn't mean to wake you, sugar,” Rafe apologizes and leans over you, placing a kiss on your lips.  “Don't go,” you whisper as he hovers over you. “I don't want you to go.”  “Are you sure?” he asks and you nod again. It takes him less than ten seconds to strip himself of his pants and jump back into bed. 

Your head is nuzzled into his neck while you hold onto him, somewhat scared that'll it's just a dream.  “I think you should break up with your boyfriend,” Rafe mumbles.  “Boyfriend?” you pull away with furrowed brows.  “Yeah. Not really fair to him. Not really fair to us,” he doesn't look at you as he says it.  “Us?” It's not that the term itself is confusing to you, but more so the fact that it's coming from him. That he's saying it so casually.  “Yeah. If you didn't have that Parker guy, I could actually take you out, show you off,” he whispers and finally lowers his eyes to see your awestruck face. “What?” 

“You want to date me?”  “I would yes. Is that hard to believe?”  “I'm me, and you're… you,” you answer, but he just kisses you, hoping to smother all your doubts with it. 

“Rafe?” you whisper and he nods. “Parker isn't my boyfriend, I just wanted to make you jealous,” you admit with a whisper and to your surprise he starts laughing. “What's so funny?”  “I didn't even think of that,” he laughs and starts plastering you in kisses. “So smart. So perfect. So pretty,” he says in between kisses.  “Do you really think so?” you ask, and he nods repeatedly, a smile playing on his lips.  “You're so beautiful, y/n.”  “Okay,” you blush and try to hide under the sheets, but he pulls them down to kiss you again and again, and you don't think he'd ever want to stop, and you wouldn't tell him to either. 

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[the-bjd-community-confess]

Re: this

Some factors that people often forget:

HUMIDITY: What's your level of humidity? High humidity can make pastels stick regardless of how little you use. (Also hard to remove.) Low humidity can also be a problem bc the pastels will stick to where it's more moist. If you breath on it, or maybe have oil on your fingers: Pastels get stuck. Oil makes it harder to remove as well.

PRIMER TOOTH: What's the tooth of your primer? Even something well known like MSC can differ in tooth depending on how much or little you apply, or again: humidity and weather. Also distance and angle.

Too large tooth can grab onto pastels and it'll be hard to "clean it out" again, or you risk the tooth being rubbed off if you erase too hard. Small/No tooth is going to smudge because the pastels can't stick to anything at all, so it'll just "move around."

TOOTH DENSITY: Don't get me started on the "tooth pr mm" aka tooth density. More relevant if you have a horde of primers for different purposes, projects and uses. Some of my different primers seem to have varying tooth density, so I can have a "medium tooth" but it might be less dense or more dense and that also changes how my materials stick and apply. Eg how many layers I need to get a more intense colour. (It's not really as relevant tbh, unless you're already in several hobbies where you DIY paint and shade them)

DRYNESS OF PRIMER: Was the primer dry? Even a primer that feels dry to the touch can still be "wet". (Actual drying times can vary heavily from what's listed on the can. Again, weather and humidity are a huge factor.) In that case your pastel might get stuck in the wet primer, and you simply can't remove it anymore when it finally does dry. Especially if you use a waterbased primer, something like liquitex is sometimes used as "middle" sealant. (At least I use it like that. :p)Btw: I use a mix of the green and orange liquitex, the green one has too much tooth, and the orange one too little, just get a good ratio, try a few times. (Can be applied with brush, but airbrush is easiest. :p)

1st layer can be either Liquitex or MSC. Any layers in-between: Liquitex

Last layer (final sealing): MSC Liquitex can be "reactivated" with the application of moisture, especially if it hasn't hardened yet. I've gotten the tip that if I use liquitex, do a MSC layer over the pastel layer before painting. (With water based primer: Once again, be aware of the humidity and dryness.) Personally avoid wet primer on "wet" primer. It just makes it worse when you do mess up. Just take your time.

HOLDING: Where are you holding the doll during pastel application? Even if you've completely cleaned your fingers; no oil, and/or are wearing squeaky clean gloves, you should try to avoid touching the area you're blushing or running your finger over it repeatedly.

REMOVAL: USE ERASERS! Or magic erasers, kneadable erasers, whatever, just use those! As mentioned in the notes by others. USE kneadable ERASERS or Magic erasers. I've seen some people scratch off the sealant with their nails. Some people try to rub it off. I personally recommend doing neither, especially the "rubbing off" you might just rub on finger oils. : p Also, you might rub random dirt into the primer. Using kneadable erasers also allows picking up lint, and small dust that might float on by.

PRESSURE: What's the actual pressure you're using to apply the pastels? If you just limb wrist it you might "puff" the pastels. If you do it too firmly you might push the bristles too far out and it applies outside the area you wanted. This is just something I noticed in the beginning, when I'd tap the pastels to try and make the general face blushing look more natural. Turns out, what looks more natural for a light face blush, or some blueness under the eyes does indeed not work for eyebrows. lol

I'm no expert, I only do this as a hobby.

~Anonymous

[pourcap]

thoughts: kr chapter 15 (pt. 1)

'If they come this way—’ said Nikandros in a low voice. ‘Hey!’ Laurent called out. (...) i bet this will make nikandors love laurent even more :)

(...) Brief visions of strangling Laurent weren’t helpful. (...) damen is the best protagonist ever

(...) Damen judged the distance between himself and the nearest of the approaching soldiers, his chances of killing them, of killing enough of them to even the odds for the others. (...) also does damen's mind ever not immediately go this route? imagine constantly being so on edge because you feel like you have to fight and protect because that's all you've ever known, and because you're the best at it so everyone's survival depends on how quickly you eliminate threat. so exhausting.

(...) ‘You are Charls the renowned Veretian cloth merchant?’ said the officer sceptically, as if this was a name well known to him. ‘No,’ said Laurent, as if this was the most foolish thing in the world. ‘I am Charls the renowned Veretian cloth merchant. This is my assistant. Lamen.' ummmm. okay. 'as if it was the most foolish thing in the world' made me laugh. laurent's brashness lol. also i absolutely love how laurent just went for the ship name, which is of course veeery far off from damen's actual name so they totally won't risk being found out at all

'I don’t suppose your men could aid us in our repairs?’ said Laurent. Damen stared at him. They were encircled by fifty mounted Akielon soldiers. Jokaste was inside that wagon. no way that's why laurent stopped them. is he insane???? i can 100% picture the way damen's staring at him.

just remembered "it's the game i like" so i'm guessing this turn of event makes sense

The officer said, ‘We’re patrolling for Damianos of Akielos.’ ‘Who’s Damianos of Akielos?’ said Laurent. His face was utterly open, his blue eyes unblinking, upturned to the officer on his horse. ahhhhh!!! oh god. also i looove when laurent puts on this faux-innocent look he used so much in book one. it's just so amusing to me bc he's such an asshole and i mean this very lovingly

(...) Nikandros had the slightly stupefied look that Damen remembered from several of his own adventures with Laurent. (...) can you believe i'm getting emotional over this? because damen knows laurent now. because laurent is known. for probably the first time in his life except for by auguste he has someone who really actually genuinely knows him and appreciates him for the way his mind works. i just love laurent and damen so much <3

Damen followed him in, acutely aware that he was being separated from his men. Laurent simply walked into the inn. such an interesting nod to how damen feels more comfortable in the presence of his men (whether that's because he feels the need to protect them or because there's safety in numbers in general) whereas laurent had to rely on only himself for the past years

(...) Perhaps he could overwhelm Stavos. He could negotiate some kind of exchange, Stavos’s life for their freedom. his brain just won't stop omg. imagine constantly thinking about how to get out of situation that could end in your death (also imagine how intimidating damen must look to an outsider since he's basically just always coming up with battle plans in his head lol)

'I can assure you. Charls the renowned merchant is already here.' noooooooo

'That is impossible. Call him out here.' ohh the audacity. laurent can be such a prince

Charls took one look at the unmistakable blue eyes and blond hair of his Prince, who he had last seen in Damen’s lap dressed as a pet in a tavern at Nesson. His eyes widened. Then, with a truly heroic effort: ‘Charls!’ said Charls. hahhaaha no way. bless the real charls <3

they're all charls :')

'Thank you, Charls, this man believes I am the King of Akielos,’ said Laurent. god he's soooo annoying i love him so much

'An agent of the King when he has raised taxes and threatens to bankrupt the entire cloth industry?’ said Laurent. Damen put his eyes somewhere where they wouldn’t meet Laurent’s, (...) i repeat: he's so annoying and i love him so much. also a fed up damen is so funny to me

'You speak very good Akielon,’ he said, loudly and slowly. ‘Thank you,’ said Damen. ohh that reminds me of that scene in book one when laurent had damen drugged and this guy told damen that laurent had an eye for detail or something lol

'(...) Nikandros is completely useless as the Kyros,’ Laurent said, loudly enough for Nikandros to hear him. ‘He doesn’t know the first thing about cloth.' oh my god laurent stop antagonizing your boyfriend's best friend!!!

Damen looked over at Laurent, who was deep in conversation, letting his eyes pass slowly over every familiar feature, the cool expression tipped with gold in the firelight. He said, ‘Did he?’ ‘Charls said, think of the most expensive pet you’ve ever seen, then double it.’ ‘Really?’ said Damen. damen stop getting horny pt. 34972387

'Of course, Charls knew who he was right away, because he couldn’t hide his princely style, and nobility of spirit.’ ‘Of course,’ said Damen. hahahhahaha awww i love charls and i'm happy that in the future he'll have some new tales to tell about this moment right now

'Maybe you could encourage Akielons to wear sleeves. You’d sell more cloth,’ said Laurent. Everyone laughed politely at the joke, and then speculative looks crossed one or two faces, as if this young cousin of Charls’s might have stumbled by accident onto a good idea. you can always count on laurent to find a new way to be a nuisance to akielos <3

ahhhh did laurent push their mattress together to sleep next to damen????? i'm crying. sobbing, actually <3

they're kissing !!! i love them soooo much i can't even put it into words anymore, my heart just goes "!!!" every time they're close to each other

Laurent didn’t seem to care, even seemed to like it. Damen pressed him into the wall, and took his mouth. Laurent smelled of soap and fresh cotton. Damen’s thumbs pushed into his waist. laurent being turned on by damen's sweat... honestly if we got laurent's pov, he'd probably be just as intense about damen as damen is about him. they're truly a match made in heaven.

(...) They had not before had the luxury of extended lovemaking, deliberate and unhurried as a First Night. His thoughts ribboned with all the things they had yet to do. damen is such a softie!!! he's seriously just thinking about all the things he still wants to experience with laurent. he's so cute :')

(...) It was charming, because it was clear that Laurent was unsure exactly what to do, yet, typically, had acted to take control of everything. again: he knows laurent so well by now! i'm so emotional.

'First time to entertain a lover?’ Just saying the word made him flush, and he saw Laurent flush too. god. goooood. godddddd.

(...) He watched Laurent react to his body. Virgins and the inexperienced tended to get nervous, which he enjoyed as a challenge to be overcome, hesitancy turned into eagerness and pleasure. It pleased some deep part of him to see in Laurent the flickering of a similar reaction. (...) hmmmmm. :)))))))) i mean, he's wrong obviously, but i am super happy that laurent gets to experience sex with a good man who he finds attractive and who he likes and who is, on top of all that, great at sex <3

And dropped to his knees on the floor of the inn. i'm getting teary-eyed over a blowjob. seriously. i'm just so proud of laurent and of him taking initiative because he wants to do this with and for damen !!!!

that description of the contrast between laurent's internal struggle and practiced skill makes me sick

[riverleyk]

Clowns are not people.

Clowns are a social and nomadic species of monsters that roam several parts of the earth. The most ancient clowns have been found in the Fifth Dynasty of Egypt, around 2400 BC. Since then, clowns have evolved alongside humans into a variety of breeds, much like domesticated dogs. The domestic clown (the clowns that live in human society) are very secretive. No human nor monster knows that clowns are a different species, as they hide themselves very well and use the excuse of it all being a costume and makeup. Abilities: - Clowns have the ability to shapeshift into humans if they choose. They cannot change their human appearance. They have 1 human form. - Clowns feel less pain, and are basically immune to violence. This is how they can perform slapstick and death defying acrobatics. - Clowns are incredibly flexible, able to fit in tight spaces. - They can also manifest any funny object for a given situation. If a pie is needed, a pie will suddenly appear. - All clowns have the ability to create sentient puppets/toys if they create it by hand. The toys will talk and play on their own. They don't have free will and are incredibly stupid. Most they can do is tell silly jokes. Behaviour: A clown's behavior is heavily dependent on which breed they are. Identifying the base breed of a clown is the most important thing, as the breeds and sex of clowns are fluid. All clowns are born under a specific breed, under a specific category (simply just happy or sad clowns. Happy clowns tend to be happy, and sad clowns are more prone to mental illness. Any breed can be under this category, except for the Pierrot clown, which is always sad). The breed of a clown can vary due to environmental and emotional factors in the clown's life. As a clown needs to adapt to its circumstances, it morphs into a hybrid clown. You can see this in cases of breeds having mixed characteristics for example, a talking Mime or a colorful Pierrot. Here's a list of the most popular base breeds: - Party clownParty Clowns is an umbrella term for multiple clown breeds that fall under this category. They are also known as bright clowns, holiday clowns, happy clowns, or performance clowns. This is due to their breed traits, outgoing, boundless sense of energy, and artistic talent at making balloon animals. Their classic appearance is the most famous of all the clown breeds, being the typical image that comes to mind when clowns are portrayed in the media. They are brightly colored, and often have plump, round noses that are a red color. 

-Pierrot (Pedrolino Bertoldo)Pierrot clowns are delicate and sensitive, preferring calmly stimulating low-risk play over slapstick comedy and general performance. They should be kept away from scare and party clowns at all costs, as sudden loud noises frighten and overwhelm them regardless of friendly intentions. Pierrot tends to have bouts of random melancholy as they fall in love very quickly but struggle to get a date because they are very shy. Pierrots tend to sing, play instruments and are very artistically inclined to express their feelings (usually of sadness or love). 

-Harlequin 

The Harlequin is characterized by their checkered costume. Their role is that of a light-hearted, nimble, and astute servant, often acting to thwart the plans of his master, and pursuing his own love interests, (mostly going after female clowns such as the Columbine), with wit and resourcefulness, often competing with the sterner and melancholic Pierrot. He serves the role of the romantic hero. The Harlequin is physically agile and his trickster qualities allow them to be great performers. They have mischievous personalities, enjoying playing pranks and bullying their fellow clowns. They are most likely to steal your girlfriend and cuckold you. 

- Columbine 

She is dressed in a very short ragged and patched dress, appropriate to a master of the arts and carries a tambourine, which she uses to fend off the amorous advances of other clowns, such Pantalones or Harlequins. She is the only functional intellect on the stage and she uses this intellect to seduce or trick others around her to do what she wants. Columbines tend to be ringleaders of whatever troupes they are in due to their desirability from the males and their cleverness. 

- Scare Clown 

Scare Clowns are often large, intimidating looking breed of clown, with genetic ties to the Big Top and Carnival clowns. Scare Clowns are considered an umbrella term for many breeds of clown that have frightening traits, but that are not all close genetically, for example including the Axehandlers, Greater and Lesser Scare clowns, some Space clowns, as well as the Killer Clown and some feral clown breeds (juggalos). They are very protective of their young and territorial, often serving the role of a ‘guard dog’.And many more...

Hierarchy: Clowns are a happy go lucky species, even the sad ones, so it may come to a shock to some to hear that clowns have a hierarchy. In fact, the scientist that studied wolves and claimed that they had ‘alphas’ and ‘betas’ was actually studying local wild clown populations. The study was changed to wolves so as to not ruin his career as nobody believes clowns are real… Even then, the study was wrong. The hierarchy of clowns is not strict, nor enforced with any rules. When clowns gather in large troupes, this happens to be how they structure their colonies. They live in tents and roam the world, stopping in random locations to perform their acts and engage with any humans in the area. Humans find these visits fun and love to play with the clowns. These are called carnivals or the circus. During these visits, certain clowns might enjoy the human population so much that they shapeshift into their human form and chose to live amongst them, thus domesticating themselves. 

The clown hierarchy is formed by 3 main classes. 

The ring leader at the top, the stars of the show (androgynous) in the middle and the males at the bottom. These classes correspond to their sexe. Clowns do not reproduce sexually, instead each sexe of clown has a special balloon with the color of their sexe (males are yellow, females are red and androgynous are orange). Also, clown sexe is tied to their breed (ie: all Pierrots are male, all Columbines are female and all Harlequins are androgynous). To reproduce, the red and yellow balloon must be tied together to create a baby. Androgynous clowns can just tie their own balloon together. Once the balloon is tied up in the shape of a baby, the clowns must protect and take care of their baby, and not pop it. Over time, the balloon creature will grow flesh and become a living being. As females are so rare, most male clowns will never be able to find a suitable mate to reproduce with, but that’s ok. Clowns are not bothered by the burdens of parenthood. Most of the clown population growth comes from androgynous clowns making their own children. However, androgynous clowns still compete to mate with females as to ensure that their offspring comes out female. Androgynous clown asexual reproduction will only produce more males or androgynous. Mating with a female will result in a female 100% of the time, and females are so rare, it's best to mate with them. 

Ring leadersRing leaders are the clown that chooses where the troupe will go, where they find food and who organizes the shows. Their work is to take care of their fellow clown and ensure their safety. Ring leaders might have to break fights, or comfort sad clowns. They tend to be the smartest clowns in the colony, so sometimes the ring leader can be male or androgynous. However, most ring leaders are female, as females are extremely rare, and once you add a female clown, all the males are swooning for her and fight for the right to mate with her as clown couples last a lifetime. As their breeds are few in number. The only female clowns are Columbine, the Fool and Clownettes.Androginous clownsThese tend to be Harlequins, Auguste clowns (red clowns), Mimes, Big top clowns, Greater Scare clowns and more. The androgynous clowns are characterized by their propensity for mischief and attention seeking behaviour. They are often outgoing, and the stars of any circus they are in, right under the ring leader. They are cunning and capable of charming others for manipulation/trickery, but they aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed. Male clownsBeing the most common clown, many of the breeds are male such as Party clowns, Sweets british clowns, Pierrots, Jesters, Jokers, Fools, white clowns, etc. Diet: 

The Clown diet varies among breeds but shares some commonality. Most party clowns are happy with corn dogs, doughnuts, pretzels, or most types of cake. The Sweets British breed have a light and delicate food-taste. They favor cream teas, jellied scones, mini sandwiches, and sponge cakes. Any food that is themed the same to your clown should work. Clowns are communal eaters, enjoying to play and fight with food as eating is a time for bonding and socializing. Clowns get really sad if they have to eat alone or throw pie at themselves.

Environment:

As clowns are nomadic and live in tents, they tend to stay in more dry and even tempered climates. They avoid the rain and snow as much as possible. If they live in a climate with snow, their circus either goes into hibernation, or they flee to live in human-built colonies as the building infrastructure is far superior. Domesticated/Solitary clowns:

These clowns live amongst humans, they stay in their human forms most often to conceal their clown identities. Though clowns are not sexual by nature, they have evolved to look and operate like us. Clowns are not very fertile, but there is a chance of clown and human reproduction. It doesn’t matter if a clown is half human, as long as there is the active clown gene in its DNA, the offspring will be a clown.  This had resulted in a small but growing population of clowns living ‘normal’ lives among us. But secretly, they do wish for the freedom of being with their kin. These individuals sometimes run away to join the circus later on in life, but some get jobs as holiday performers instead to cope with their clownhood. Domesticated clowns struggle to understand human conventions. Sometimes, they dress weirdly, or break social norms. They often feel outcast by society. They take solas in watching movies such as “The joker” or other clown related media. Happy clowns can cope well living amongst humans, using their clown powers for good. Unfortunately for sad clowns, they have a harder time coping with loneliness. These negative emotions corrupting their breeds and turning them into scare clowns. In 2016, there was an uptick in sad clown mental illness which resulted in the increase in scare clown sightings and attacks across the United States of America. These were sad clowns lashing out at the human society holding them prisoner. Thankfully, the SCP foundation has partnered with the World Clown Association and has provided therapy and rehabilitation services to undercover clowns.

Clown Origines:

The clown species first made contact with humans during the Fifth Dynasty of Egypt, around 2400 BC. They were seen as harmless by the humans and fun to observe, so they were not attacked. Clowns didn’t really understand human culture or rules, so they made fun of it. These jokes humored the humans and caused them to self reflect. Some clowns have traditionally served a socio-religious and psychological role. Often participating in rituals and ceremonies in many native cultures. In Europe, the clown or the jester was the only one free to speak against the ruling class. No human would ever dare say such negative comments, but the clowns had no fear and spoke honestly. Clowns evolved alongside humans, learning to mimic them with their shapeshifting abilities and make them laugh. Humans would seek out clowns for entertainment, and in return, they gave the clowns money or treats for their shows. Clowns would use this money for food as humans cook really well, and the slapstick of the clowns make food preparation/hunting impossible or even deadly.

However, the clown species has been struggling. Due to advances in technologies and society as a whole, clowns are an outdated means of entertainment. Humans seek human made media, and are too busy with their jobs and families to be interested in the circus anymore. The wild clown population has gone down with the decrease of circus ticket sales, as they are unable to feed themselves. The main cause of death in wild clown populations is no longer pie suffocation, but now starvation. Ever adaptable, clowns are not an endangered species yet as there is a rise in domesticated clowns. This is not good for the mental health of clowns, as they need to be with their own kind in order to be properly socialized and live authentically, but hopefully the species will find a way to survive in these tumultuous times.

[songforeddiemunson]

PSA

I've thought long and hard about whether I should post about this, and I decided I should, if only to help raise awareness. Now that it's been a year, I think I'm ready.

Last year, on Easter Sunday of all days, I found a lump in my right knocker. I won't bore you with the details or the diagnostic hell that I went through (that my cat died in the middle off, fucking hell), but long story short, I was diagnosed with ER+ HER- Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, the most common form of breast cancer.

I had a lumpectomy and sentinel node biopsy on May 1 of last year, and completed a course of prophylactic radiation and am now taking an estrogen blocker called Tamoxifen to reduce the odds of recurrence, which for me, is fortunately very low (around 4% I'm told). Since completing treatment I've struggled a lot with anxiety and PTSD, and have started talk therapy and a low dose of effexor to take the edge off the emotional roller coaster I'm currently dealing with. I still have sleepless nights and rough moments, but I truly am doing very well right now.

My point in posting this is NOT to get sympathy or attention; I'm honestly fine! My purpose is this: I am considered young for cancer and hadn't even had a mammogram yet. I just need all my followers and mutuals with tiddies to know that it is possible to get this at any age, even with no exceptional risk factors. I had no family history of it, I'm relatively fit, and I quit smoking several years ago.

Did you know that 25% of all BC diagnoses are in people under 50?! I sure as hell didn't.

I got lucky. I caught it super early because I check myself regularly. In the shower, while I'm on the couch watching TV, or whenever. Different angles is key. I'm constantly feeling myself up. And I felt something that immediately felt wrong. I wasn't sure I would ever know if something was there, with all the lumps and bumps already present in there, but I knew. It felt hard, like a little stone.

So, I got it taken care of, and now I'm good! But If I can help even one person catch something early, then that would be a wonderful thing.

I truly am fine so I don't want anyone to worry. I posted this to my fandom blog simply because I have a LOT more followers here than on my boring main, and I'd like as many people to see this as possible. I know I'm not the only one in the fandom who has gone through this, so if you're out there and you want to chat, I'm here.

I'm happy to answer any questions you may have; my ask box is always open! Love you all! xx

[intertexts]

virions personal ranking of the rest of the wards powers to steal

-ashe is #1 obviously. he thinks it's so great & convenient to not have to get up to do shit. he's good at multitasking. he can fuck with everyone. he can't float around his friends but he can lift up their couch and spin it around. he can get stuff without actually moving when everyone is in a sad little cuddle pile together. it's awesome. he doesn't use it in actual combat situations (doesn't trust the risk of the breaker state) but for sure he uses it on patrol & for subtler work.

-wibby's is #2! he thinks wibby's shit is so cool. loves making giant constructs & such. thinks it looks so pretty. tends to focus more on the corporeal/noncorporeal part of his breaker form more than wibby does bc he fights hand to hand more than him & has probably a better control over that than wibby, who almost never uses it because it freaks him out. he does the whole "your hit swings right through me & then i rematerialize to fucking clock you" thing. he's used his most, so it's easier to hold onto it for longer as well.

-dakota's comes in last. are you kidding me? he doesn't want to be in constant low to mid grade pain, that's insane!! it took him a relatively long time to get accustomed to his powers-- again, he is Normal and thinks it's terrible to be hurting 24/7 & it can be debilitating if there's a situation worse than expected. he loves being able to move fast and think fast though..... regardless of how fun it is, he defaults to dakota's power on routine patrols & such, simply because of how useful it is to be able to sense where and when something Bad is happening & get there quick.

[vai3r13]

[ JJK matchup exchange w/ -> @frostfall-matches ]

[ raven | afab, any pronouns | 20s | preference for male match, any character is fine as long as they look mostly human ]

- personality: distant, introverted but not shy (disinterested), generally respectful of others but not necessarily kind/sweet, can be a bit fickle and can easily cut people out of my life if they're no longer someone i want to be around, somewhat apathetic (flat affect, rarely has strong emotional reactions, but a majority of the time mood baseline is content/relaxed), calm under pressure, extremely independent, confident and self-secure (sometimes prideful to the point of arrogance), can take criticism well, straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive), tends to laugh off the severity of a situation, not very ambitious, mildly competitive, a moderate risk-taker (often gets a thrill from risky decisions, but tries to avoid lethal situations).

good/broad sense of humor (often more on the playful/absurd side, less so on the sarcasm), calm but playful around friends, very teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious, nosy and loves gossip/drama (but typically doesn't get involved), a natural troublemaker/rulebreaker but also often unintentionally gets into trouble, comfortable with confrontation (often meets heated conflict with a snarky/condescending smile, a bit combative with authority and those who irritate me) but is generally easygoing, even-tempered, intelligent, logical, unsentimental, surprisingly low impulse control (if i want to do/get something, i will simply do it), does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection, generally does things out of self-interest but willingly helps others out occasionally.

- personality/alignment types: INTJ-A ; 7w8 ; chaotic neutral.

- love languages: physical touch and gifts. touch reserved for close friends/partners only, willing to initiate affection.

- date activities: cafés, amusement parks, hiking, indoor dates cooking/baking/gaming.

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, visual novels, anything with good world-building and characters), anime, drawing (digital), painting, baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, suspense/thriller, psychological, abstract), taking care of houseplants, home/decor DIY projects, hiking, thrill-seeking activities (a bit of an adrenaline junkie).

- likes: cats, sweets, most fruits, good food, cheese, lattes (a favorite of mine is chai), scented candles (can't burn them for long bc i get headaches), piercings, tattoos, puns and lame dad jokes, cool weather, winter, forests, mountains, traveling, new experiences, learning languages (currently knows/studied: english, french, korean, latin), medieval history, having ample amount of alone time/space, the occasional lazy day, the occasional philosophical discussion, a balance between structure and spontaneity, bantering with others, encouraging my friends' bad/risky decisions (i will even do it with them).

- dislikes: dogs, horses, bitter foods, alcohol, strong scents, hot weather, summer, spiders (other bugs are ok), long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others or lead them, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me (makes my pride flare up), when others step in to help without me asking, heavy use of sarcasm, pessimism.

- fun facts: quite clumsy, accident prone ; terrible sense of direction ; enjoys skin/hair care, loves changing up hair often ; used to do gymnastics ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but afternoons are rough) ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; majors in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; currently working as a scribe ; studied abroad in korea for 5 months and took to long term travel really well ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations.

- appearance/style: 155 cm / 5’1” ; hourglass to pear shaped ; very pale (burns easily) ; round, youthful face ; single dimple on right cheek when smiling ; big green eyes, long eyelashes ; hair is naturally wavy and light ash brown almost always styled with front bangs, currently mid back length and toned silver ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4 + an industrial in the other, and a navel piercing ; clothing style is more on the masculine side (rarely wears dresses/skirts, but i do love short shorts), color scheme is black/gray/muted green ; loves fishnets, flannels, leather jackets, combat boots ; socks are either black or very colorful/patterned ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

Hello Hello! Your matchup is complete @rav--en / @frostfall-matches!!

written in you perspective

barely proofread + English is not my native language

word count - 1.2k

possible tw - talk of narcissism, gambling, past abuse and addiction

And it's...

Fushiguro Tōji !!

To start off, your enneagram types are one of the most common pairings and come with a great deal of similarities and differences. Independence is a quality both of you share and also something both of you deem as important. You can find common ground in both humor and your overall laid-back personality. Toji is someone who shows a few borderline narcissistic qualities, like a lack of empathy, a sense of superiority, and self-centeredness. Yet those same traits are quite situational and more tied to his background than actual narcissism. That doesn’t change the fact that he is not good with people who seek reassurance and constant validation. You being confident fits very well.

When you talk, playful banter and the absurdness in your humor draw Toji closer, just like your rule-breaking and playfulness. As we can see in any of Toji's appearances,  conformity and blind obedience are not his forte either, which is another thing that makes you similar. Your logic and levelheadedness are needed in a relationship with him.

I headcanon Tojis main love language to be acts of service, he doesn’t like making himself vulnerable with words and in his mind actions speak louder than words anyway. He has a great deal of experience in his mercenary work, imagine him fighting off some guy who disturbs you, carrying things for you, etc.

Toji isn't the person for the most typical and romantic relationship, he disappears for days on end, it's a thing that comes both with his job and personality. When he's around tho, I can see him spending lots of time around you. Inviting himself to your place and just accompanying you through your day. Most of your fond experiences with him would be while doing quite mundane tasks. He gambles by betting on horses, while he goes off of feeling I can imagine you taking a very logical approach, that's something he would appreciate, watching you observe every single horse and their traits, eliminating horses one by one to finally decide the one your betting on if you choose to participate in betting too. Going to small restaurants, spending time together in your apartment, etc.

The first time you two went hiking you had to drag him to said location. Toji being just as competitive as you at one point the hike turns into a race of one of you trying to be faster. Toji being very fit and bigger than you wins after a while of speed walking, - borderline running through the trail. He will absolutely tease you about said hike.

Going to amusement parks is fun with Toji and if you want something he will absolutely try and win it for you, after complaining about the prices, on the occasion that he does lose the rigged game he turns up to your apartment the next day with the same thing that you wanted. Just don't ask what happened to the stallholder :)

He gifts you houseplants, as a mercenary he is an excellent observer so he will instantly notice the pots standing around in your apartment. He'll start researching how to care for them and waters them for you if you ever forget.

Watches you play video games, and laughs when you get irritated. If you invite him to play with you he'll tell you "I'm too old for this.", he will still play with you tho. He mostly enjoys combat and the main plot, but doesn't care much for exploration or side plots. Watches you bake, and asks how long it will take until you're finished, he's a big man and will obliterate anything you make, he makes a ranking with everything you've ever baked and he can and will explain the reason for each place, with great detail too.

You liking dad jokes is a must with Toji, once he notices you stifling a chuckle when he slips one out for the first time, he'll most definitely incorporate them in his speech. Toji isn't one for long philosophical speeches in his free time, but he enjoys listening to you discussing the topic, maybe adding his 2 cents once in a while.

"a balance between structure and spontaneity"

Another aspect that makes Toji a very fitting match, is your more logical and rather disinterested personality makes a perfect match with Tojis more emotional and risky side!

Your dislikes align too, like alcohol, hate of conformity, vulnerability, and arrogance. Toji'll tease you about both your bad luck and situations you get into, he won't make it obvious but he's the type to help you while you're not looking. Be it you just about to hit your hand against a corner and him covering it with his hand, or you almost losing some important document. He'll watch you do your skincare, asking you about the products you're using.

Physical aspects he would enjoy would be your height difference. He would show interest in your many piercings too. Toji doesn't care much for style or fashion and he doesn't care what you wear you're gonna be gorgeous for him no matter what you wear and he can fight after all. Your color scheme is similar, so you might even end up wearing similar/ almost partner outfits sometimes. He'll laugh about your colorful socks but will gift you some, with either your favorite character or your favorite food.

While you both fit each other very well there obviously are negative aspects that can't be forgotten in a relationship with Toji. One of those things would be his insane commitment issues or his dealing with past abuse that he still never fully healed from. I can imagine that those things result in occasional outbursts and periods of low-to-no contact with him. Since Toji also has a problem with being vulnerable he won't let himself be helped, not at the start of your relationship at least. He just has to be left alone for a while, in that period your independence and equal need for alone time are part of the reason why you handle each other so well.

Another thing that has to be accepted when in a relationship with Toji is his tough gambling addiction and the way he blows through money. A very tricky aspect of him that will become an important topic at some point in your relationship.

Negatives aside you and Toji would be a very fitting match for each other, in which your negative and positive aspects balance each other and create a strong bond between the two of you.

headcanons

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Toji taking you out to gamble, and you just watching him or even joining in. You betting on two different horses, he bets off of feeling while you go off of logical aspects like the visible condition of said horses. Finally picking your horse and later on winning! He's just a tiny bit jealous and pissed.

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Toji teaching you how to shoot a gun just because "It'll make you look like a badass" and he wants you to be safe and able to protect yourself. As you brought up that you're quite quick with learning new things I think that he'll be quite impressed with you.

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Going out to random small restaurants and trying each other's favorite foods, or trying new ones. He'll absolutely show you his favorite Takoyaki spot.

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He'll absolutely beat anyone who harasses you to shit, full on dragging said person into an alleyway and bones cracking.

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I really want hwachae or rice cakes.

Anyway, thank you sm for reading and I hope you could enjoy at least something:)

It was kind of hard for me to match you at first, but after a little thinking, it became pretty clear. My second choice would've been Geto.

I apologize for bad English, it's not my native language.

[woundupabadcomedian]

i've been thinking of what happens to the baudelaires post-canon (ignoring the beatrice letters bc my heart can only take so much) and god there is so much potential there- so. here are my post-canon baudelaire headcanons bc i have to let them out somewhere!

violet:

she never gets her diploma or anything, instead insisting on working multiple low-paying jobs in order to pay for the needs of her and her siblings (it takes some convincing from klaus to get her to agree that he and sunny should go back to school. before she was willing to figure out some way to homeschool them rather than risk something happening to them while theyre gone)- because of this, they are able to rent a one-bedroom apartment and stay there until she turns eighteen.

violet develops terrible insomnia. when she manages to rest, she can only stay asleep for periods of about thirty minutes before she wakes up again because of some imagined threat. when klaus and sunny ask about this, she just says she must've heard baby beatrice stirring in the middle of the night.

she's incredibly paranoid about what did or did not happen while she was drugged at heimlich hospital.

overprotective to a fault. the first time klaus brings home a boy for her to meet, she nearly attacks him. sunny accidentally starts a small fire while cooking and violet removes the toaster and microwave from the kitchen.

she realizes that she's aroace!! this one could just be me projecting but. she discovers that she has no romantic interest in others, and at first she thinks it's because she's traumatized by the prospect of longterm commitment because of the marvelous marriage. but by the time she's twenty and has seen klaus go through three boyfriends, she finds a term for herself and comes out as aroace (klaus is obviously the first person she tells- he just hugs her and assures her that there is more than one type of love.)

violet couldn't look at bea for the first month on the island. every time she did, she was reminded of both kit's and beatrice's deaths, as well as all the conflicted feelings that came with finding out about her mother's involvement in vfd. once she finally accepted that bea was a baby and had no involvement with kit or her namesake, she was the most loving mother figure she could be.

when she has particularly bad days, she needs reminders that her and her siblings aren't running from anything. there have been times where she ushers klaus, sunny, and bea into a closet because she swears she heard count olaf's voice.

out of all the baudelaires, i feel like violet is the most likely to turn to some sort of substance abuse. do with that what you will.

she doesn't invent anymore. after so long of her inventions only being used out of necessity, she can't bring herself to do it for her own enjoyment. whenever klaus inquires about why she stopped, she tells him that she simply lost interest. all her ribbons have been given to sunny.

klaus:

when they first arrive from the island, klaus buries himself in his schoolwork. he needs to feel useful, and with violet insisting on carrying the burden of being provider for their family, he dedicates himself to being the best student he can, because if his sister isn't even getting to go to school, who is he to get anything less than straight As? this proves to be difficult for him, especially because he struggles with focusing on something if it isn't interesting to him. (he tries not to think of how much of a failure he feels like when violet has to help him with a physics assignment)

he takes care of sunny and bea while violet is at work in the evenings, and is incredibly close with them because of it.

it takes him a year, but he comes to terms with the fact that he was never going to like isadora back, and when he goes to come out to violet, she just replies with "i know" and doesn't bring it up again unless klaus tells her about his crushes.

although it isn't diagnosed, klaus has autism- his sensory issues regarding touch never used to affect him as much until after count olaf. there are days where he will have a meltdown if someone touches him without some sort of warning.

eventually, klaus attends university, and he gets a degree in history. throughout the four years he attended for, he always lived at home.

every time he has to make a major decision, he runs it past violet. whether it be out of habit or reverence, he needs her advice before he can move forward.

he gets frequent nightmares, mostly about his sisters getting hurt. violet has to reassure him when he wakes up that both she and sunny are alive.

sunny:

after the events of asoue, sunny loses a lot of her speech. she doesn't speak gibberish anymore, and what grasp she had on actual english seems to be limited to understanding it and not speaking it.

she spends a lot of her time cooking. with violet working constantly and klaus doing homework even after school, sunny is left to her own devices for a good portion of her day, and so she spends the time perfecting intricate recipes.

sunny is incredibly close with bea. while violet and klaus act as parents to her, sunny is the big sister that enables all of bea's troublemaking, and vice versa.

as sunny gets older, she begins to forget the events that she and her siblings lived through. when violet and klaus realize this, violet seems relieved while klaus is almost offended that they no longer have that shared experience. to avoid this response from him, sunny plays along with anything he mentions from her infancy, hoping that he won't question it when she doesn't add anything to the conversation, instead just nodding along.

sunny, around the age of ten, begins rebelling in any way she can from violet's micromanagement. this leads to a feud between them that lasts months, as sunny sees her sister's strict rules as obsessive, while violet sees it as doing her best to keep sunny safe.

when sunny loses her baby teeth, the teeth that grow back in are normal in sharpness. she doesn't know how to cope with the fact that the one thing that supposedly made her helpful to her siblings is now not even something that she can access if she wanted to.