#so I was both trying to relax but also extremely aware of where I was resting my weight

[sharkieboi]

not to go too much into my own stuff but i’m watching a queer talk show and the guests are talking about “omg never tell a partner to relax that’s such a turn off”

meanwhile my tense and anxious self actually really appreciates when a partner tells me to relax 💀

[gay-dorito-dust]

Could you write richter Belmont relationship headcannos or just anything for him pls

He’s a wanker (affectionate)

^^ that is also the nickname you’ve come up for him because it seems like ever since being in a relationship with him, Richter had made it his mission to be a right pain in your ass, but you loved him none the less.

Not an early bird that’s a damn fact. He gets all grumpy if he’s woken up earlier then he would like but his bed head, furrowed brows and pouty lips made him look utterly adorable that you never take his complaining seriously.

Hogs the bed and blanket to the point you have to fucking fight him for even just a smidge of it, only for your efforts to be rewarded with the corner of the blanket…needless to say you’re not impressed. Not even in the slightest.

Protective: Being a Belmont is never an easy life and Ricther is well aware of that. So I wouldn’t be surprised that he would sometimes become overbearingly protective, but just know that it comes from a good place and not wanting to see you in a situation where you’d get hurt. It’s not something he’s willing to risk after loosing his mother, so alongside being protective he’s going to be overbearing and dead set in his ways when it comes to your well being.

So if you got a problem with that, you might wanna sit him down and talk about it until you both come to an agreement.

Smug/Cheeky/Sarcastic cunt and it’s always during the worst moments possible.

Your fighting? Richter has the audacity to say ‘you look like you’re debating on whether or not to punch me. I’d happily prefer it if you were to kiss me instead.’

Spoiler: He don’t get the kiss like he had hoped.

You’re chewing him out for being hardheaded and accidentally letting it slip that you love him? This dude will smugly smirk, lean in towards you and say: ‘so if cursing me out for doing stupid shit and near enough biting my head off is your version of telling me you love me? But then again everyone’s got a unique way of telling people they love them, so I’m not one to judge.’ Only to add on afterwards. ‘I pray that I never live to see you angry then.’

His love language has to be between either acts of service or physical affection.

He’s a genuinely sweet boy with a big heart and so he would be so soft with you, especially if you to get injured with the way his hand would him you firmly and in place, but also in a way where you thought he was scared of hurt in you further and you’ll have to reassure him that you weren’t going to break and do what needs to be done to help you heal properly.

Cuddle bug. As said before, he’s not an early bird and will get grumpy when he’s awoken earily then he would like but if you were to try and move out from his strong arms, he will whine and grumble about you leaving him and won’t stop until your back into his arms where he will shut up and fall right back to sleep. Also good luck trying to get up in general because Richter will not make it an easy task for you, seriously, try and move an inch and Richter is immediately pinning you to the bed with his body weight.

He loves cuddling you as it’s a reminder that you were alive and breathing, which is extremely reassuring when he’s had a nightmare that included loosing you to a horde of vampires. He’ll hold onto you a lot more tighter after experiencing an nightmare, all you’ll have to do is run your hands through his beautiful chestnut hair whilst whispering sweet nothings to him in hopes that it’ll reach to him deep in his sleep. It does because you’ll see his face relax, his grip slacken and a soft smile graces his lips.

Idk but I’m feeling that he’d enjoy forehead kisses, giving and receiving that is. He’s gets this cute, dopey smile when he feels you push back his hair back to press your lips against his forehead, he’d also close his eyes in content and lean into your affection.

When he’s the one giving forehead kisses however, he’s always making sure to bring you in close to him to the point that there was no more space between you before pressing his lips to your forehead and keeping them there for longer then he should before pulling back to give you his award winning smile that never fails to set you aflame.

I can’t think of anything else so I’m going to end it here. 🦦

[aplaceinme]

Little something inspired by the results of this poll (I decided to write a scene with both the first and second place results). I also took inspo from the stills and the speculation going around but I still gave it a twist lol

The feeling of something pinching his chest wakes Tommy up.

In reality, he is still in that half-awake and half-sleep state where you are vaguely aware of something happening but, simultaneously, you can fall back asleep extremely easily without having recollection of anything. 

Intending to fall asleep again, Tommy ignores it and moves his position just a bit, exhaling in contentment as he settles once more. 

A couple of seconds later, though, he feels that pinching sensation again. Annoyed, he carelessly moves his arm, trying to swat whatever is bothering him without opening his eyes. 

As his hand makes contact with the culprit, he hears, “Ouch!”

Startled by the exclamation of pain, Tommy wakes up fully, his eyes opening in both surprise and worry. 

“Evan?” Tommy asks groggily. “What’s going on? Are you ok?”

“I- yeah, yeah,” Evan replies, rubbing his hand above his eye, just where his birthmark is. 

Blinking the sleep away, Tommy focuses on Evan and his facial expression. 

“I hurt you?” Tommy replaces Evan’s hand on his brow and softly caresses the birthmark. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s ok. I just wasn’t expecting a swat,” Evan chuckles. 

“You sure?” 

“I promise.” 

Tommy studies Evan, wanting to make sure he didn’t accidentally hit him too hard. After seeing Evan’s eyes sparkling and the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he relaxes and smiles back. 

Stretching across the bed, closing the little distance that exists between them, Tommy softly and tenderly kisses Evan’s birthmark. 

He has always thought that the birthmark is adorable, and it suits Evan well. Time and time again, Tommy finds himself brushing his fingers across it, and kissing it as well. 

If Tommy didn’t love it as much as he does, he would still do it because of Evan’s reaction to it. He always gets this deer-in-the-headlights expression, blinking up at Tommy as if surprised by the action. But then, well, then a radiant and loving smile will paint itself on his face, making his eyes crinkle and sparkle. A blush will creep up his neck and he will act all bashful for a couple of seconds. It’s a sight for sore eyes and after the first time it happened, Tommy swore to himself to keep doing it. 

As he goes back to his previous position, Tommy smiles at seeing Evan’s expected reaction. It will never get old. 

Suddenly remembering the reason for all of this, Tommy asks confused, “Were you pinching my chest?” 

Evan chuckles and curls up against Tommy. 

“Well… not so much pinching. It was more of a…” Evan trails off. 

“More of a… what?”

“Me biting your pecks,” Evan replies with no regrets or shame. 

Tommy shakes his head in bewilderment and arches one of his eyebrows in question. 

“Hey! It’s not my fault you have a very biteable chest,” Evan teases, placing his chin in the middle of Tommy’s chest and looking up at him through his eyelashes. 

Running his fingers through Evan’s curls, Tommy says, “You’re a menace.”

“Your menace?” Evan places a kiss on Tommy’s chest.

“Yes, my menace,” Tommy agrees, feeling his heart seize with all the love he has for the man lying half on top of him. 

“Good,” Evan nods, satisfied.

“So, you didn’t have a real reason to wake me up, then?”

“No, not really,” Evan shrugs his shoulders. “I woke up to go to the bathroom and when I came back... there your chest was, in all his glory.”

Tommy chuckles fondly.

“I just couldn’t resist and I also couldn’t fall back to sleep.”

“Ok, move please,” Tommy says, already starting to move to lay on his side, and dislodging Evan from his chest. 

Completely baffled, Evan asks, “Wha… Why?” 

“I want to cuddle,” Tommy replies.

“We were cuddling,” Evan insists, letting himself be turned around and put in whatever position Tommy wants him to.

“Ok, well, I want to spoon you.”

“Oh, ok, then.”

They get into position, Evan’s back against Tommy’s chest, his head resting over Tommy’s right arm, and Tommy’s left arm wrapped around Evan’s waist. 

Tommy breathes deeply, smelling Evan’s shampoo. He kisses the back of Evan's head and then the juncture between Evan’s shoulder and neck. 

“You know, I was having a weird dream when you started to bite me,” Tommy mumbles against Evan’s shoulders.

Reaching out, Evan covers Tommy’s hand across his stomach and starts to play with Tommy’s fingers, “What was the dream about?”

“Well, it was Halloween,” Tommy starts. 

“I love Halloween,” Evan exclaims.

Laughing, Tommy continues, “I know, and you did so as well in the dream. You went a little crazy and bought all kinds of stuff to decorate. Including a Mummy.”

“Really? Cool!”

“Yeah, not cool at all,” Tommy shakes his head. “The Mummy gave you an infection, or some type of allergic reaction. You started to get hives and boils all over your face and body.”

“Ew.”

“It wasn’t pretty, no,” Tommy shudders. “And I couldn’t be near you because what if it happened the same to me? That was the worst part.”

“Aww… though if you had hives and boils, I would still go near you and kiss you and even do more,” Evan says. 

“I wouldn’t let you. I would want you to be safe.”

“You do love me,” Evan jokes. 

“Of course, I do, love.”

“I love you too,” Evan whispers, squeezing Tommy’s hand and then intertwining their fingers. 

“What else happened in the dream?”

“Well, I was really worried and I didn’t know how to help you. So, in a panic, I called Eddie and…”

They stay like that, talking about nothing too important while cuddling and spooning, until the sun is high up in the sky and their stomachs start to growl demanding food. 

Only then, do they get out of bed and go looking for some food. 

Even though it was a funny way to wake up, Tommy knows that he will always remember this morning fondly.

Waking up next to Evan always feels like a good dream and he knows that he doesn’t want to wake up without him next to him.  

It’s high time for Tommy to start figuring out how to ask Evan to move in with him.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Fluff alphabet feat Tomas Vrbada

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? Tomas likes to watch films together with his partner. Usually, he enjoys action movies that aren't too heavy on the gore side, but he will watch sappy movies too; the more cliché there are, the better it is. His kid self would cringe at the film he watches now, but Tomas grew up and embraced that side better. If you sneak a kiss in between the film, he'll gladly accept it (even if he is often the one doing the first step)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? Tomas is down bad. When he is in love, he can't find anything bad in his partner. Probably, he admires how you always have the right words to lift his spirit or how supportive you are. Also, Tomas appreciates your hands, for sure softer and smaller than his ones. He often finds himself kissing the palm of your hand.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? Tomas has a steady mind. He isn't born with it, but he had to develop if you wanted to survive the Lin Kuei harsh rules. He isn't really good at supporting you during those times, but he wants you to learn the same tricks that helped him survive, so next time something bad happens, you won't feel that bad.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? Tomas would love to retire and have a happy family. He doesn't desire fame and glory, but a quiet life with people he cherishes, possibly not too far away from Shirai Ryu tho.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? Tomas is rather passive because he doesn't want to have arguments with his special one, but he can get stubborn on certain points and won't back down easily. In those cases, you can try to show him your view on the matter, but he often doesn't change his mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? To get Tomas angry, his partner must have done something that hurt him deep. He may forgive, but for sure, he won't forget.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? He is! Tomas reaction may be a bit over the top, so there are times when you think he is joking, but he isn't! He is just overjoyed that someone used their time to do something for him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? Yeah, Tomas tries to keep his job as secret as he can. Yeah, you know he is a ninja and all of that, but you'll never know anything about his missions in particular, at maximum where he is going.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? Not change. Tomas is just more relaxed and overall happy. His partner probably learnt how to deal with dangerous situations and emotions better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it? Tomas has extreme trust in his partner. It's all the other people that worry him! He won't say a word to you, but when the green monster eats him inside and fog his brain, one of his hand always find its place on your lower back, squeezing your hips enough to keep you close to him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? Good...let's say he has the right spirit! Tomas will gladly improve and mould his skill to his partner preference. That doesn't mean he always has the mind to kiss at his best. The first kiss was unexpected, a mission thay went well and a flurry of little pecks all over your face till his lips found yours; that for sure didn't turn out to be just a little peck.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? It's all of a sudden, like when you rip the band-aid off in a single movement, plus it is at an unexpected moment, not romantic at all. Probably he brang something you both like and Tomas go "You know what else I like? You." and then just go on with his day. He is dying inside, tho, so pls tell him about your feelings; as cute as he is when blushing, it's best to avoid an aneurism.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? Oh, Tomas would love to marry his special one. He'll totally be soft, proposing in the intimacy of your shared room. The marriage wouldn't be too extravagant, but he'd like to invite as many friends as possible.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? Honey, darling, baby.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Tomas has a smile plastered on his face every time his crush gets close to him; and with close to him, I mean on the other side of the camp. He always tries to lean towards your body, just feeling the heath of your body makes his heart do triple jumps. Tomas would like to be more sneaky, but honestly, everyone knows about his crush on you; yourselves included. Better to tell him immediately how you feel about him, so he won't embarrass himself too much with his colleagues.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? Tomas doesn't like kissing in public, but will for sure brag about his partner with others, even more if he is tipsy; Tomas just won't stop babbling about you. For sure, your relationship isn't a secret.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. He can tell your feelings just by looking into your eyes. For sure, Tomas will understand you easier, but it also means that it's hard to keep secrets with him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? He likes cliché, exactly the same kinds that appear in the film you watch together. Don't expect Tomas to be creative, tho! That isn't his strong suit.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them? Absolutely yes! Not only Tomas will be really supportive, but he'll gladly give you a hand if you need more than encouraging words to reach your goal.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Tomas prefers routine, it is more comfortable and makes you both overall happy. Doesn't mind if you want to spice up the relationship, but you'll have to make the first step.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? Extremely good, maybe too good, as I said before. Not too much empathetic, tho. He understands how his partner feels, but doesn't mean he will feel the same way you do.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? Really important, but not more than Shirai Ryu. Tomas has a mission, a goal that won't let go no matter how much he loves his partner

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. He likes to kiss your fingers, delicate butterfly ones, maybe while you're in bed together cuddling.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Yes, but just behind closed doors. Tomas' hands never leave your body, and his lips always find peace on your skin. Not all cuddles end up in sex, but...he wouldn't be opposed to that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? He likes to watch photos of you two together or just yours. It's not unusual for his head to wander in dangerous places.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of? It depends, does it hurt you or him? Then he won't do it. Will it be a danger for Shirai Ryu? Absolutely won't do it. Is it something that doesn't do any damage to his "safe paradise"? Tomas will gladly do that.

[crowntism]

Sometimes things that are cliche are good, actually.

Leshy/reader and Kallamar/reader (I figured these two would be the most likely to fight lmao)

(THIS GOT LONGER THAN I INTENDED FOR IT TO I'M SO SORRY.)

You were a healer, or as close to one as you could be. You had some knowledge of diseases and injuries and the Lamb was more than happy to put you to work so they weren't the only one healing others.

You healed anybody in the cult regardless of who they were in the past, and though you were terrified of the minibosses and witnesses you were dutiful in your work.

You were never expecting to heal a former bishop though.

Leshy was the first one you met, as he constantly injured himself by running into things or tripping. He was an absolute terror in the medical tent, refusing to stay still and actively hissing at you when you tried to put salve on his injuries.

He only started respecting you when you had managed to pin the worm down and snarl at him that if he acted out one more time you would rip his leafy coverage out one by one.

Leshy still very much acts out when its the Lamb treating him, but he sits so nicely for you.

Leshy also often brings you lil knickknacks and cool stuff he finds, visiting the medical tent even if he isn't injured or ill and shirking his duties. He makes no indication he actually likes you in any way aside from the fact he doesn't immediately start knocking shit off the shelf like when its the Lamb in the tent.

Kallamar is the next bishop you meet, and he required a vast majority of your attention. The blue crown had made him immune to illnesses and now that he was without it his immune system was extremely weak.

It took days before you could relax and he wasn't on the brink of death, with even the Lamb being exhausted from fetching camellia endlessly.

You weren't entirely sure what to make of Kallamar at first, as when the Lamb was there he was quiet and subdued, but as soon as the Lamb left he'd become demanding and bratty.

He constantly demanded better bedding, complaining it was too hot or too cold, whined about how drab and dreary the medical tent was and it could've used more decoration. All sorts of asinine comments.

It wasn't until you snapped the wooden bowl you were eating from in half did he get the memo to behave.

Once he realized he wasn't a god anymore and couldn't really command anybody around he finally calmed down entirely. He wasn't polite or "nice" by any means, but it was leagues better than how he behaved at first.

Unlike with Leshy, who pretty much crushes on you right after you snap at him, Kallamar takes far longer to gain any affection for you. It takes months of Kallamar getting ill and you caring for him before he even considers you a non threat.

Its during one of his worse illnesses does that affection start to fully bloom. Where he has an extreme fever and can barely keep his eyes open. Every time he returns to consciousness, you're there fretting over him. Ensuring he doesn't dry out or become dehydrated, double checking that he's tucked in cozy, chasing out his siblings that visit if they get too loud. He's never felt so cared for in his life and it flusters him.

He avoids you for a few weeks after that but soon returns like nothing happened.

Leshy and Kallamar aren't aware of the others feelings until they both end up in the medical tent at the same time. Leshy is the one who picks up on it first, as without his eyesight he has become sensitive to other factors. He can sense the changes in his cowardly brother as you treat his wounds, and Kallamar can see the way his chaotic brother avoids twitching or moving as you disinfect his injuries.

They try to avoid petty fights within the medical tent, as they both know you wouldn't hesitate to kick them out. Instead they try their best to be the best damned helpers in the god damn world.

Leshy accompanies you to Darkwood to find camellias, stating he knows the best places to find them (he does). Kallamar on the other hand helps out in the tent itself, as he was the Bishop of Pestilence and therefor- has intensive knowledge on the diseases he wrought.

Gifts aren't really something either consider as you practically live in the medical tent and hate having clutter in there, so any gifts they'd get you are practical in nature.

Kallamar begs and pleads the Lamb to get you a specific book from Shamura's old temple, a book he knows you'd love as its about rare illnesses.

And Leshy finds you rare herbs and ingredients for medicine as gifts.

Their rivalry isn't that violent or extreme, as it is just brotherly fighting, but they still get on your nerves sometimes.

Neither brother even notice when you start spending more time with Shamura.

[forrestdabeevee]

Hello!

If it's alright could I request (both sfw and nsfw) relationship headcannos with a male Lopunny?

Thank you and Happy Easter! -🌑

Male Lopunny headcanons

sfw

Male Lopunny's are usually much more docile and casual than their female counterparts since they don't have as much physical energy to expel in comparison to their female counterparts. This means they can enjoy relaxing at home or outside with you.

They also don't mind getting wet or swimming, so if you have a pool with your house or nearby, feel free to bring them along as they may join you in it or just relax in the sun. Just expect to have them play with you in the water and have to dry them off.

They often expect you to do a lot of things for them. So be ready to wake them up often, make food for them, help them clean, etc. However if they do have excess energy to do stuff around the place expect them to do all of it by themselves, attempting to help them will just result in them picking you up and laying you down on either your bed or couch. 

They do often enjoy going on walks or runs outside with you, they prefer doing it with you but don't mind carrying you if you're unable to keep up with them physically. This is one of the two main ways they use their energy.

Male Lopunny's are heavy cuddlers in bed, to the point that if you want to leave bed you'll have to find a way to wiggle out, pry their arms away from you, or convince them to either let you go. Failure to do so may result in their grip on you becoming more tight to the point you may have to force them away.

Easter for a male Lopunny is one of its least favorite holidays due to all the nudges and jokes about it, so I highly recommend staying home and cuddling up with your Lopunny, it'll make them much happier and relaxed.

nsfw

When breeding season rolls around for a male Lopunny you better have some time off to spend at home because unless you want a Lopunny to hunt you down outside your better off preparing your body for whatever they plan to do to you for they will use your body until they run out of energy and pass out or until their heat calms down, usually when their seed has taken within you if your a female.

Speaking of which, if you have a working womb I'd highly recommend getting protection for your Lopunny or having a way to prevent insemination as Lopunny sperm are known for having a high rate of taking, even on humans with low fertility. You can expect at least more than one egg to be conceived. Especially if it's a Lopunny going through heat.

Having sex is the other main way Lopunny's use their energy throughout the day, so if you have a Lopunny that is casual or happy to have a sexual relationship with you, best be prepared to have a Lopunny ask, or if you have a particularly rough and dominant Lopunny force you, to have sex with them. Doesn't matter where, as long as they feel comfortable and safe where they are at they will go for it.

I'd highly recommend getting a reinforced bed frame, reinforced flooring, and soundproofing in your bedroom. Unless you have a basement, I'd highly recommend turning that room into essentially a sex dungeon for your Lopunny as then all you'll need is a reinforced bed frame and soundproofing. Believe me, even if you're quiet in bed you'll be howling and screaming in pleasure as Lopunny's are matched with Salazelle for best experience in bed.

Lopunny's are also matched with Gardevoir's for having the most amount of kink awareness and acceptance, as long as you talk about kinks or mention a certain kink your Lopunny will be intrigued and listen to you. If you talk about said kink in a positive way then you best be ready for your Lopunny to try it in bed later.

Lopunny's aren't very fond of sharing their mates with others, if they assume you are hitting or are sexually interested in someone else you better be able to convince them that you weren't as they will be extremely rough in bed or more distant and cold, it depends on what nature they have.

The only reason they would be fine with sharing you is if they know and trust the person or pokemon, just be ready to be double teamed or more with your Lopunny and whoever they trust.

Thankfully Lopunny's are tied with Lucario's for being able to tell when too much is too much for you, even if you don't want to tell them to stop whether that be out of worry or pleasure. So once they notice you needing a break or you tell them to stop they will and instantly fall into caring and doting on you. Helping you clean up and heal up from any bruises or marks on you.

The only exception to this sort of behavior is from alpha pokemon but thankfully, or I guess for some unfortunately, alpha pokemon don't seem to be a thing anymore so you shouldn't have to worry about a Lopunny using your body beyond what you can handle.

Oh and if you're wondering if mega Lopunny works differently they don't differ that much besides more flexibility and energy, just don't bed a mega Lopunny during its heat season. If you do good luck finding an explanation for all the shattered bones and bruised skin as well as the extremely strong scent of Lopunny cum on your body, trust me unless your an extreme masochist you don't want that.

[chocoqtelle]

Pac, who's your soulmate?

Your soulmate is someone who overthinks a lot. When they see you, you might notice them trying to fix their hair or make sure they look nice. You mutually make each other feel complete. It's like they're fixated on you. They just wanna hold you as their own. Like "you're mine". It may seem a bit possessive but they just wanna hold you and keep you safe. There's no negative intentions with this. They're a hard worker and wanna make sure you don't have to work as hard as them. They might take you out and buy you gifts. I'm getting that you may be really stressed a lot currently or at the time you meet your soulmate if you haven't yet. They notice/will notice how stressed you are even if you try to hide it. They wanna take away your worries and help you relax. Maybe with a massage or words of affirmation after work. They could also let you vent a lot. They like giving you presents and surprises. Maybe throwing surprise parties for you. It seems like they're trying to break down your boundaries a bit so they can give you gifts and I'm getting they wanna give you " everything you want." They don't think you'll really accept the gifts otherwise. They could have had a bad past or have tried to be some type of "player" but now they're trying to focus on you and change. They're someone you can really trust and open up to. They're a non-judgemental person to talk to especially if you're looking for practical advice when you're mind is clouded. They're very trust worthy and they'll build your relationship off trust and love.

Music could be significant, especially lofi and/or classical music. Your soulmate is extremely fair and morally correct. They could study a lot of social problems and try to keep their awareness up. They're very stubborn and won't back down easily, especially if it's something they believe in. They might be a bit trapped in their own mind. Like they imagine people out a certain way and expect them to be like that in reality. They may rely on material things and sexual things to cope with trauma and to keep themselves "protected." They could have had traumatic experience with a father figure. They try to cope with things that are overall unhealthy for them. They also worry too much about their reputation and try to portray themselves in a "strong" way. Could also struggle with toxic masculinity. Even with that, they've been doing everything on their own. They do know how to take care of themselves (somewhat) and others but they often choose not to in fear of being hurt or used. They've worked hard for what they earned and aren't ready to give it up that easily to just anyone. They're scared of saying too much about their emotions or opening up. This person could very much have other options but you're actually the person for them (the lovers card). They're not used to feeling this rushing wave of emotions and they aren't exactly sure how to deal with it. It's like they wanna be tough but have this tiny little soft spot for you that they can't get rid of. It might make them uncomfortable? Like they wanna be all cool and edgy or whatever but they can't because you and they don't know why they feel this way. They're friends are what to watch out for though. They could be bad influencers or sabotaging.

You have a very soft and caring energy to you. Not in a people pleaser way (at least mostly not) but more in a sincere and laid back way. You may be taking time to heal and focus on work or school currently. Your soulmate tries to hide their feelings a bit with a cold persona. In reality, they're really really in love with you. They love how nice and perfect you seem. They wanna provide mental and emotional stability for you. They also wanna know more about who you are as a person. They may be straight forward and a bit blunt when it comes to you. Like the main love interest from"Marry My Husband." I got the queen of swords and king of swords for you two. This is a connection where both parties better each other and learn. Not only learning through experience, but also learning directly from each other. They're scared you may leave them for other options or that you're already with someone who you think is better. They're very protective of you, especially when it comes to who you hang around. They think some people you surround yourself with aren't in your best interest and could be causing you harm. They wanna keep you away from them and have you more to themselves. Your friends may make you do all the work in the friendship or exclude you. I'm also getting using you for entertainment. Soon, the friendship will end so there's no means in sticking around to watch as it happens. They see obvious commitment issues from a fear of being left/abandoned. However, they also see this making it difficult for you to leave toxic people behind. They wanna let you know they're here for you and will take care of your emotional needs in any way you want from them.

[trippygalaxy]

Hi there, is it okay to request a headcanon on twilight, wild and time with their reader, who's a sleepwalker?

((Idk if this part of your rules, can't find it so if uncomfortable you can delete this))

Not against my rules at all! I'mma go more headcanon style just cause it gonna be easier! Edit: This was pretty fun! I hope you enjoy anon! Pairing: Twilight, Wild, Time x gn!reader (separately) Warnings: None Part 2 Part 3

Twilight

Out of these three, he is the worriest of the worts. It depends on that you do that might cause to reactions.

If you tell him about your situation and have a discussion, he'll be more relaxed about the whole ordeal.

Don't get me wrong, he is still hella worried about your well being and what might happen to you but he can at least plan what to do and precautions to take you both can make to prevent any injuries.

Now, if you hadn't told him about your...nightly habits then he (and the rest of the chain) will be very panicked when you're no where to be found around the camp

Prepare for a lecture of a life time from your very worried lover! But don't take the scolding as him being mad, sure he's upset and sure you gave him a heart attack (probably a panic attack as well) but he's just glad you're alright.

After that, Twi becomes a lot more protective over you. Meaning that he or Wolfie is sleeping on top of you or keeping you in his arms during the night.

If you're not comfortable with touch, he might try and convince you to have your leg tied to his OR a heavy object-- he becomes more insistent if you keep wandering off!

He doesn't mean to baby you or make you feel as if your a danger to yourself, it's just how unpredictable such a condition can be and with all the danger in your lives he couldn't forgive himself if something happened to you while he slept.

Wild

Another worrier but a lot more tame compared to Twi

One of the many insomniacs in The Chain so he's more the likely to be awake when you have your...uh "moments." This means he'll be very aware of the direction you head and will likely follow you, just to keep an eye on ya.

Though he'll try not to wake you up during those moments, Wild will if you're in some sort of danger. But most of the time you can find him trailing close behind while you walk. You could just doing loops around the camp and he'll still follow you like a lost puppy.

He does worry but he knows that if it was a serious issue, you'd had made precautions. You're smart like that, he'd say

Oh but do be prepared for so many pictures. Wild constantly has his sheikah slate on him, so expect a multitude of unflattering images of yourself!

His favourite is a picture of you, eyes closed but smiled wide leant over a half-woken Twilight, mid stroke of petting the wolf pelt.

Wild says that you said that you were "talking to wolfie and giving him the love and appreciation he deserves," and neither Twilight or yourself can conform that statement but....To be honest it sounds very plausible...

Over all, Wild does worry about you but he understands that your the one that has had to live with this condition and has the best idea how to handle it! But that's not gonna stop him from getting amazing black mail >:))

Time

The second most worried but also mildly amused!

Like Twi and Wild, the old man is concerned about this nightly "habit" as he calls it. Similar to Wild, he'll make sure you don't wander off if you happen to walk while he's on his night shift and will also find your strange shenanigans quite entertaining (he may or may not have had drawn on your face and blame the other boys, much to their dismay). But unlike Twilight, he takes a more subtle approach to the situation.

Time tries to figure out what the cause of your sleepwalking might be. He's heard some causes could be lack of sleep and/or extreme stress and anxiety as well as it simply being a trait passed down from family.

First, he decides to test the first option. Time will take any of your night shifts, waving off your protests. He also encourages you to take naps during their mid day breaks, promising to wake you up in a couple minutes (those "couple minutes" turn into an hour and a half)

If lack of sleep is not the cause of your sleepwalking, he'll stubbornly move on to the second option, more determined than before.

The implications do make him worry. Had you've been keeping something from him? If something racks you with so much stress it causes your body to walk whilst you slept, it must be a serious matter.

So, with those thoughts lingering in his mind Time pulls you aside during the night and has a talk with you. As gently as he can, Time brings up his concerns and awaits your response.

If you admit to stress playing a factor to your nightly habits Time is quick to offer his help. Whether that's a second set of hands or a new open mind or simply a shoulder to cry on, he'll be there in a heart beat.

If stress isn't the factor than he really is stumped, but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop from trying to find ways to lessen the amount of sleepwalking episodes you have!

[mirlvshft]

introduction to my waiting room! — PART II .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

this is part II of my very in depth showcase of my wr which is a luxurious penthouse in ny. i believe you can get a feel of the overall aesthetic so try to keep that in mind as you take in the visuals as they all do not reflect the same style.

this wr is like any wr, to relax in and whatnot. however i am catering mine towards my drself (criminal minds) so there’s a few things and areas i added to get “comfortable” — i am aware that me in that reality is still me but it would be nice to just see my abilities bc they’re SO COOL and why not?

if anyone has questions or further ideas please let me know! now…

「 ✦ welcome to mir’s

waiting room ✦ 」

| part I

living room

a very comfy space, a normal living room but the main star is the tv. i have every single streaming service on it, no ads whatsoever— the tv can basically show whatever i want. being able to watch movies and shows as they are here, i’m also able to watch versions where i’m in them, other desired versions, watching my dr as the show; being able to see everyone’s pov and see myself third person, and a lot more. the possibilities are endless.

theater

anything i can watch on the tv i can move over to the theater for a different perspective AND i can also play games there. like can you imagine that? such a huge screen and the sound quality as i’m playing all my fav games? ugh i’m in love. again same concept as the tv, any game i want, i have— doesn’t matter the console or anything. the quality is a1, no lags or glitches, everything is AMAZING (the area is way bigger than what the pics show but you get the idea).

pools

i have two. yes, crazy but who’s gonna stop me? i need both. pool #1 is indoors, it has that shower/rain feature you can see in the image— the overall look of it doesn’t quite match what i have in mind, but it’s similar enough. pool #2 is outdoors in that beautiful, captivating view at night (and day). spending time out there whether in the pool or not, is just chef’s kiss.

gym

this, and the next area i added is specifically catering to my cm drself. i made a company to account for my background and skills (combat), which may not make sense now but doesn’t matter for you to understand (i’ll talk about it sometime). here’s where more of that getting “comfortable” is coming from. i want to test out those combat skills and it’s even better than i have connor now. he can be like my training buddy, hand to hand to weaponry.

range

just like the gym, the shooting range obviously caters to firearms. i just feel it would be important to really feel out these things (regardless of being extremely proficient and ofc, it all being second nature) so i’m not completely “clueless”? get me? i just want to feel it all before i move onto my dr. i know my drself is not a separate entity from me, it’s literally me. i just want to mess around with the abilities i have. that’s all.

there's plentyyy of other features and details to my penthouse but i believe this should conclude my wr introduction to both parts!! i’m literally in love with the space i created, i’m beyond eager to be back there ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

as lengthy as this guide is, i didn’t go in complete detail about every. single. thing. but just enough to explain the main features and rooms and to also give some scripting ideas to you guys too— i could go on forever but i will spare you all. if anyone has questions or further ideas to give me about my wr please let me know! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

[bonny-kookoo]

But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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[fictionobsession]

wip wednesday but it's tuesday.... ty for the tag (that also inspired me to work on this LOL) @cleric4vampire

in addition to this unnamed lil fic that may happen, I also am in progress on the third and final part of my Alastor soulmates (kinda) fic and also I am working on Rolanmancer week (even though I know it already happened I am CONVINCED I am gonna get something done)

I wanna know what @melomelfic and @imgoingtofreakoutnow are working on nowadays

Smut under the cut ofc

“Relax, darling. I’m going to take very good care of you. Now, I’m going to put this over your eyes. Is that alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

Tav felt the cloth of the blindfold slip over her face, Astarion’s deft fingers making quick work of tying it around her head. The sudden darkness she found herself in, the quiet Astarion had ensured around her, unable to move at all, was both terrifying and exhilarating. She trusted he wouldn’t hurt her, but she felt liable to hurt herself in this position.

Her awareness of the discomfort faded, however, as soon as his cold fingers slid down her sides, making her jump. He resumed his exploration of her body, his hands and lips traveling down, down, to where she anticipated him most. Just as she felt his breath on her cunt, all sensation left, eliciting a whine from the back of her throat.

“Now now, we wouldn’t want to misbehave in front of our guest now would we?”

She heard a door creak, and thrashed her head trying to gain any insight into who could possibly be in the room with them.

“Open your mouth, darling. Show the Master of the Tower just how good you can be for us, hm?”

She did as he asked, mouth watering, thighs aching from the urge to clench together, to hide her pooling wetness at the realization Astarion was granting her secret desire. They had discussed it, of course, in a hypothetical way, while extremely intoxicated. And though she had divulged that she found the wizard attractive, she had never imagined Astarion as the type to share.

All thoughts left her mind as she felt the hot tip of Rolan’s cock sliding across her mouth, slipping just past her lips. The tiefling was thick, and she could trace the ridges and bumps of his skin with her tongue as he slowly, ever so slowly, inched himself into her throat.

He groaned as he bottomed out, Tav gagging slightly on his length. “Gods, Tav. I never imagined – fuck – your mouth would feel this good.”

“So you’ve imagined her mouth, then?” She could hear the taunt in Astarion’s tone, a sure sign he was ready to play. With her, certainly, but apparently also with Rolan.

“Mm – fuck – thought about it every day since I met her, haven’t you?”

“Ah, my dear wizard, I don’t have to get off on thinking about it. I can have it - “ a lick to her cunt made her jump “- whenever -” his tongue sliding up toward her clit “ - I -” thrusting two fingers inside her without warning “ - want.”

He sucked harshly on her clit and notched his fingers then, ripping a moan from her throat, the vibration nearly toppling Rolan over. She felt his claws on her scalp as he jerked her head off of him with a pop. There weren’t words forming in her mouth, only broken moans as Astarion licked, sucked, consumed her.

[purplecherryuwu]

Morgana and Morgie lore part 1 (My AU)

Note: This is mainly my dumb attempt to have Harry's gay dads fit in canon

Okay so according to the canon information we have... Morgana in the descendants universe would be nothing but an abusive parent so, I decided for my AU to crank that up. But I am also using lore about Morgana outside of just the Descendants universe to make Harry's family more interesting. For those of you who don't know Morgana is Arthur Pendragon's half-sister (same mother). And yes I am aware that this messes up the timeline a bit but I am excusing this with how sorcerers usually doesn't age, as evidence by Merlin as well as Bhaltazar Blake from the movie sorcerer's apprentice.

This gives Morgie a royal bloodline even if his mother is probably illegitimate considering her brother became king when he seems to be a lot younger than her. Or it simple wasn't allowed for girls to inherit the throne but I am leaning more towards her parentage being the reason she wasn't made queen of Camelot rather then her gender.

Being an illegitimate princess but hoping to find a way to get back at both her family and Merlin she was ready to try any means necessary to get closer to them again. So she had Morgie and tried to raise him to be the perfect prince, warrior and sorcerer that would one day take back the crown of Camelot in her name.

However when Morgie struggles with learning magic (as evidence by the fact he uses almost none of it during Rise or Red) Morgana starts taking her training to extreme measures to the point where she hurts her son both physically and emotionally.

Morgie excuses most of this and just tells himself that things will get better once he becomes Camelot's new king.

However when he starts attending Merlin academy Merlin quickly takes him under his wing, trying to steer him away from the dark path his mother is leading him onto.

This is somewhat sabotaged when Uliana recruits Morgie to her gang and he sees this powerful seawitch with a fierce reputation who also might be able to help him and his mother as long as he stays in her lane.

He then meets James and while he tries to hide it he finds this young pirate very, VERY handsome.

With his mother telling him he will marry the first princess she picks for him to strengthen his claim to Camelot's throne Morgie never thought much about finding true love.

James however has no problem with flirting with both Morgie and anyone he decides is attractive.

Hades grows tired of this bullshit and sets Morgie and James up.

James is scared of committing to a long lasting relationship due to his own angsty backstory (that I'll get to in another post).

Morgie at first tries to push down his feelings but eventually it all becomes too much, the constant pressure and abuse from his mother, Merlin pestering him about the importance of being good, with James it's different... he never has to pretend that he is something he's not with him.

This newfound slight freedom from everything allows him to relax and explore himself with James, and with this his magic too grows stronger.

James tells him the tales of Neverland, Pixie hollow and of course Peter Pan, how he plans to take revenge for all the pain that brat caused him.

Morgie dares to imagine a future that doesn't end with him conquering Camelot. A future with James and him living together in Neverland, never aging, never having to worry about his mother ever again. Just him and James, together forever. But as we all know it didn't quite turn out like that Keep a lookout for part 2

(If you've read all of this, I just wanna say thank you so much for indulging in my dumb hcs/AU)

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Twelve

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword & @cafekitsune

Authors Note: Smut warning if you pass the tape! Enjoy!

Pairings: Multi-Pairings, Everybody x Everybody.

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief, death, (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Twelve

Christopher allowed Vinny to lead him up the staircase towards the residence that she lived in along with Ricky, despite the fact that he was well aware of where it was. More than aware, in fact, considering he likely knew more about this Church than even the workers that had half torn it apart to renovate it. This building held secrets beyond centuries old that might never see the light of day again, and others, possibly, only the Almighty himself knew. 

Vinny smiled up at him, “Mind if I take your jacket and hang it up so you're more comfy?” She offered with a sweet smile, kicking off her heels, shrinking down a few inches. She let down her hair as she approached him.

Reminding himself they were just here for a quiet moment, it was just a jacket, it meant nothing. Then again, Christopher was also distracted by, well, everything around him at the moment. This was Vinny’s home, this was her life, her space, this place was a part of everything she was, and he wanted to know everything about it. The gargoyle desired to learn every little detail of her life, how could he not when he woke up wondering if she was indeed safe and her day had gone well? He knew it went against his duties to be focused on one lone mortal, but Ch- Vinny, was, precious. 

So when she offered to take his jacket, he nodded absentminded, “Of course.” Shrugging his shoulders a little allowing her to reach for his jacket to take it from him, that it until she had it half from his arms, and he remembered… His eyes went wide, the weapons he’s hidden into the lining of the jacket in makeshift pockets. Quickly, as smoothly as he could muster, he pulled the jacket from her grasp and back up to his shoulders, praying to the angels above she hadn’t felt anything in the material. Stammering quickly, trying to cover his movement. “Ah, no, no, it is fine, I am, well, comfy, just like this.”

She frowned, it was a bit heavier than she remembered. “Um… if you're sure.” She said softly, gently guiding him towards the sofa to sit with him, forehead pressed to his shoulder with her legs over his.

She had just started to relax when she felt a handle in her ribs and looked down at the shape and back up at him, “is there a reason you have a knife on you…?” She asked softly, not at all accusatory.

Oh, oh he’d nodded quickly at the first question, he was, absolutely, extremely sure. Christopher, was beyond comfortable. In fact, taking off that coat, while he knew he wouldn’t be giving up all the weapons he had on his person tonight, he didn’t feel comfortable relinquishing any, not even one. Not when it meant risking her. Sitting down now however, he sighed, at least, she let it go, and his arms were around her, holding her.. 

Then the next question came, and he stilled, his eyes glancing across the room, trying to formulate some kind of answer that would make a kind of sense that she might accept. What, what could he tell her?

Sighing, the truth. At least, some of the truth. Looking towards her, his eyes meeting Vinny’s, “To protect you.”

She blinked a few times, “Oh! Like… in case something happened downstairs?” She asked softly, moving closer to lay her head on his shoulder, gazing up at him with that smile on her lips, one of mischief and knowing.

Swallowing, when she looked at him like that, he swore she knew, she knew something he didn’t, and yet, this, this she couldn’t possibly know. “I can’t let anything happened to you down there, of all places Vinny… I could never let anything.. let anything happen to you here if I could help it.” He felt a sting of tears in his eyes he didn’t deserve, but he couldn’t let them fall. Lifting a hand to her cheek to brush the back of his fingers along her skin.. “My lover, I told you she died, but, she died because of me. She was attacked to get to me. They killed her, and our unborn children, to get to me… and I was too late to save them.”

For the first time in two centuries, he admitted to someone, anyone, least of all himself, that those children she had been carrying, had been his. 

Vinny moved slowly to sit in his lap and pet his cheeks. “I'm so sorry for your loss…I can only imagine… and I can tell you cherished her so much… she must have been something else.” She whispered softly, kissing his cheeks. She wasn't going to push much more than this. “But… I hope you know she wouldn't want you to be miserable and live in the past. Everything is safe right now. I even locked the door… we would hear if someone tried to get in.”

By the angels, she didn’t know, she didn’t, he wanted to tell her, but he never wanted to scare her. Maybe he should. Maybe, he should tell her the truth, that being anywhere near him was asking for her life to be in danger, asking for her life to have a target on it. Chenza had been killed because of him, his children had been killed because of him. They’d been murdered, in this very building, and no matter of locked doors could change that. Not even angel wards had stopped the werewolves and humans that had broken through and fought past their handler and slaughtered his mate and children. This very building, their home, where they lived… where he still lived, and he spent every day.

Two centuries he’d not been able to stand the thought of changing a thing, because the thought of changing anything would be admitting he couldn’t turn around, and she wouldn’t be there anymore.. And then Ricky just came in and turned his life on it’s head before bringing in this mortal that felt like both a blessing and a curse. She was the purest soul, and was Chenza all over. “Vinny..” The whisper fell from Christopher’s lips as his forehead pressed to hers, his arms wrapped around her, holding her so close to him with how she sat on his lap. “Please help me.”

She smiled sadly before reaching out to him and pet his face softly, soft loving touches… and she moved slowly before lips met his, kissing him properly and slowly, before sitting back. “How can I best help you?”

There was a strangled sound in his throat when her lips met his, it was a different feeling from the way her lips had brushed over his cheeks. Still, when she asked how she couldn’t help him, his eyes, wide, bright gold brown, met those gorgeous brilliant green that reminded him so much of Chenza, and he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. His arms around her, pulling her so close, he brought his lips to hers and kissing her like he couldn’t breathe, as if she were his very soul. Right then, she felt like it.

She wrapped around him pressing close to him as she could, gasping softly against his lips, starving for more as her hands glided over his arms and skin softly, pushing the coat away,  feeling him as they kissed.

As the coat slipped from his shoulders, the daggers inside the lining making it heavier, there would be no issue with it staying right there on the couch. Not that Vinny realized that it was not the only garment on Christopher that had additions made to it, but that didn’t matter right that second either. Not as his hands were sliding down her back to her hips and over the cut-outs at the sides of her dress, his fingers dancing over her skin.. 

She rolled her body into his touch steadily, jaw dropping some as she moaned sweetly. “Chris-” she whispered to him, fingers gripping at his skin gently as she looked up at him, already breathless from the kiss. “Chris- can you… help me out of my dress…?” She asked softly, knowing she was being reckless, but for once she knew this was something her whole being craved. “Please…”

She blushed and stood with her back to him, “There's a little zipper in the middle, just pull down on it gently.” she instructed, blushing darkly having seen the look in his eyes. She would have been lying if she did not admit she loved it and hadn't been daydreaming the whole day about him.

Glancing down to her dress, his fingers stroking a little at the bare exposed parts of her skin. He wouldn’t even know where to begin in taking the garment off of her body, and the thought of getting it off of her in the first place.. Had him groaning softly as his eyes darkened. “We should, we should go into your room, BabyGirl.”

Without another thought, he was picking her up into his arms, and carrying her into her room, he really shouldn’t know where it was, but he knew.. He knew from the window. Rick’s was on the other side of the apartment, obviously, and Vinny, oh, he’d seen more than enough of inside of her room. Christopher carried her into her room before closing her door behind her. Breathless, not from having carried her, but the thought of, everything else.. Setting her down on her bed, standing at the edge.. “How do I get the dress off?”

She looked over her shoulder up at him, shivering. “Please.”

As Christopher searched for the zipper, finding it, it was a delicate looking metal thing, and he recognized it immediately as a long version of one of the fastenings that were on the borrowed modern pants Ryan and Justin wore. He didn’t, because they looked so complicated, he preferred the buttons, those looked like he could actually manage them. Just pull down on it gently, mentally swearing, being trapped in the bastard suit of armour that Chenza had found so darn amusing, this was, something else. He didn’t want to ruin it for her, she seemed to love it, and seeing her wear it, oh, he wanted to see her in it again… His hands slid up her sides slowly to the top, one hand, gently pressing the material to steady it, carefully, and trying not to wince, as he grabbed the silver fastening and ever, so very slightly, pulled down. Mortal strength time.

It came down with such ease. And stopped just below her hips, the fabric falling away from her sides and shoulders gracefully as she let the fabric fall and pool at her feet in a small pond of red around her. She looked up at him, blushing darkly as soon as black lace panties were revealed underneath, and she offered him a soft, demure smile. “Not too difficult.” she whispered for him.

Not too difficult she says, Christopher felt like he was having palpitations trying not to accidentally tear her poor dress to shreds and no, no, it wasn’t difficult at all. By the angels. She was lucky that- oh, oh- She was in nothing but black lace panties now, and Christopher couldn’t help but groan softly as he swallowed. His hands in front of him started on the buttons of the vest of his suit, never mind there were more daggers in the vest, and a light waist bandolier that he’d hidden with an illusion rune. 

She smiled and leaned up, pressing her lips to his and her hands moved to help him strip, smiling against his lips when she found more daggers. “Not gonna lie…” she whispered, “I love that you’re so protective… It’s really hot.” she confessed, her lips pressed to his neck as she let the vest fall off before her nimble fingers were working on the button-up shirt.

She found a couple from the vest, one from the bandolier where the handle had peaked out from the leather band before he could slip it off safely and put it to the side. When she only giggled, and smiled like that, pressing a kiss to his lips, he was looking at her in awe, absolutely in wonder. When she started on his shirt, he was kissing down the side of her neck, all of his weapons gone, none that he could remember anyway, at least, none that could be removed from his skin. Shrugging the material from his shoulders, he let the shirt fall to the floor as he nipped at her collarbone lightly.

Her breath was shaky and needy as she moaned in his ear, her hands touching as much of him as they could, rubbing over his shoulders slowly and her short nails scraping his back lightly. She whispered warmly in his ear as her legs brushed up against his clothed ones, her dick chubbing up some and stretching the fabric of her panties some. Her fingers finally ghosted towards his pants with a shiver. “Chris-”

His hands moved to her waist, gently pushing her back to the bed, and down, even as he felt her at his pants, gasping slightly as he looked down at her, “Patience, BabyGirl.” Looking over her. He reached for the front of his pants, fingers clicking open the belt that had come with the suit, straps he could so quite easily. Leather he knew well. 

She sat down, looking up at him with big eyes before licking her lips, thinking about how he would feel in her mouth… how he would taste. Vinny was fully hard now and whimpering at the dirty thoughts racing through her mind one after another. How could she not? She was right at his waist, and she arched some, squirming in place as she moaned softly. “Please… can I… I want…” she didn’t know how to say it without sounding desperate. She didn’t want him to think all she was after was his dick… She loved this man before her. He was sweet, kind, gentle, and understanding. All the while, hurt, damaged and grieving, yes… but he was so kind and sweet to her… how could she not fall in love with him, even just as a friend. 

She hadn’t expected the electricity and connection that she felt to him…. But here she was sitting before him as he was undoing his belt and all she could think of was how much she admired him, only rivalled with how much she wanted his cock inside of her mouth.

As Vinny looked at him like that, pleadingly with those gorgeous wide eyes, he couldn’t help reaching for her, his fingers gently threading into those sweet curls of her hair, god, those beautiful painted lips. The way she looked up at him, wide green eyes, parted red lips, as his thumb brushed over his cheek, it was taking all his control not to just throw her down.. But she not only deserved better than that, but Christopher knew he had to be careful with her, she was mortal. “What is it, Baby, anything you want.” Talking softly as his other hand was continued with the fastenings of his suit pants after the belt.

“I want to… I want to suck you off…” she murmured gently, finally finding her voice. “Just… just a little bit.” She added meekly, “please…?” 

Her pupils were dilated, and it was clear she was ready to go, but this was… primal. She needed to have her lips on him.

Sexual terms changed so much from era to era, and mortals had gone from being extremely repressed and pious, to being sexually explicit and all manner of different things in between in the span of Christopher’s lifetime. To hear her tell him she wanted to suck him off, it was a term he’d heard in passing enough to understand the meaning, but not had referred to him before. As much as he desired so badly to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him.. How could he deny her? Groaning softly at the thought of those perfect lips wrapped around his cock, just with the way she was looking up at him. Finishing pulling his pants open, so he could pull out his length, stroking himself slowly. “Go ahead, BabyGirl, if that’s what you want.”

It was instantaneous. She leaned in gently, swatting his hands away before licking up his length with a moan as her eyes rolled back and fluttering, her lips were soft as she kissed his tip lightly. Then… they wrapped around him, her tongue exploring every inch purring softly as she stroked him  working her way down lipstick smeared on his skin as she quivered.

His fingers tightened just a little in her hair, not stopping himself, Christopher not even really trying to either as she licked up his cock. He had to bite the inside of his lip not to let out a feral growl just at the sight of her like that. The feeling just got all the stronger as she kissed his skin and her lips actually wrapped around him. Between the brush of her tongue and her taking more of him into her mouth.. Seeing the red lipstick streak over his skin had him gulping a little, and his thighs shook.

She held him up, moving gracefully as much as she was enthusiastic. Her mouth was warm, and her eyes focused on him desperately. She knew what she wanted. What she craved and she would have it. She took her time before he was hitting the back of her throat making her eyes water, she pulled off some, breathless in the moment. Her lips were mostly pink now, and her eyes fluttered softly, catching her breath before her mouth was back on him eagerly.

Christopher was practically cupping the back of her head with the way his hand was in her hair now, the other at her shoulder to steady himself. His suit trousers slipping a little from his hips as Vinny kept worked his cock and he couldn’t help but watching her, mesmerized, fuck, she was absolutely gorgeous.. And moaning at the way she felt when he was pressed all the way back.. She was taking so much of him, fuck, how.. 

Stroking his fingers gently through her hair, “Baby, please.. Please.. I want to be inside you so bad..”

She pulled off after a moment more, his dick connected to her tongue by a long strand of saliva that finally broke as she whimpered moaning as she tugged him down to kiss him roughly with a shiver as her body moved to lay back, “Lube is in the night stand.” she whispered trying to still catch her breath lips parted some as she looked up at him adoringly. “Please… I got off last night, so I shouldn’t take much prep-” she explained quickly, legs parting for him.

Oh, oh, Christopher moaned at the sight of her lips sliding off his cock like that, and he knew all about the morning before last, but last night… Knowing she’d got off again, after she’d spent so much of the night talking to him. Still, he knew he had to be careful with her, she had no idea. Lube, reaching for her night stand, and into the draws as he kicked his pants, shoes and climbed onto her bed. Retrieving the slick, good, and pouring some onto his fingers and putting the bottle aside as he knelt between her thighs.. “I don’t want to rush, I just..” He already felt a little breathless just being here, looking at her.. 

Swallowing, his cleaning hand steadying himself at her bare hip, “You are so beautiful, BabyGirl.” His eyes dark but vibrant as he took her in, reaching between her thighs and brushing his fingertips over her rim. “I intend to enjoy all of you, for as long as you’ll let me.”

She mewled and moaned, arching to try to grasp at him. “Daddy…” she breathed out, eyes fluttering softly as she looked at him. “Chris- I want you… I don't know if I’m just being stupid but… I just want to stay with you-” she breathed, “as much as I can-”

Her hands ran over his chest and shoulders slowly, memorizing… every detail. Her other hand reached to pet his cheeks and face, softly shivering happily at the feeling of his skin against hers. She rolled her hips down against his fingers, whimpering. “Please-”

Vinny moaned as she rocked her hips slowly, and kissed at his lips eagerly, moaning and squirming on his fingers, “I won't let you go.” She admitted meekly. “I like spending time with you whenever I can…”

Christopher didn’t think it was stupid, then, he wasn’t really a man, he was a beast, a gargoyle, and he couldn’t even tell her the truth of his existence without putting her entire life in danger. One thing that he knew with all his heart though as he pressed a finger inside of her as she rolled her hips, slowly, despite her insistence that she didn’t need the prep.. He wanted to feel her open up for him. “I’m yours.”

Leaning over Vinny as he stretched her open on his fingers, gently pressing a second inside of her as he brought his lips to hers. “I’ll always be yours.” For as long as he could be. That angel that was coming, he didn’t care anymore what they would have to say, he had followed the edicts for so long, he would do his duty, he would protect the mortals for the rest of his days.. But he’d lived so long.. Why.. why couldn’t he be happy with Vinny? He’d lost his mate, just this little bit of happiness, was that too much to ask. He felt it, in his soul, it sang to hers. He knew he shouldn’t, he’d had his mate, what right did he have? But he did, he felt it.

Twisting his fingers inside of her until he was adding a little more lube and adding a third, slowly drawing them in and out as he watched her. His eyes were so loving, reverent in the way he was practically adoring her. “By the angels, BabyGirl.. You feel so good, tell me, how do you want me?” Any way, giving her control would be the safest, Christopher didn’t want to risk losing himself, but at the same time, he didn’t want to disappoint her either.

Moaning softly as he thought of the other morning, in this very bed, “Would you like to ride me Baby?” Ride him like she rode that faux penile object, yes he knew the mortals had a name for those things, but for the life of him he didn’t know it. 

Her voice quivered sensually, a moan of desire, desperation, and pleading. “Daddy- yes please-” she pleaded, “I wanna ride you… I wanna ride you-” she whispered, eyes watering as her back arched some, jaw dropping. “Daddy- Please-”

The second that Vinny agree’d, it didn’t take him a moment before Christopher was shifting their position between them on the bed. Both of their bodies were already left completely bare to each other, nothing but want and desire between them. He moved onto the bed so he was on his back, half laying against Vinny’s pillows, and half propped up against them at the headboard so she could move to straddle him. His hands reached for her hips to guide her, “Come here, BabyGirl.”

She moved to rest on his hips her length rubbing against his as she whimpered before moving even closer pressing her face into his neck for a moment kissing his neck sweetly. “Chris-” she whispered before sliding down his length steadily, head laid back as she mewled. Her powerful thighs rested on either side of his hips. He could feel her muscles coil and relax as she moved, taking her time as she whimpered happily.

Christopher’s fingers wrapped around her, sliding up from her hips to her waist as she started rocking against him, gasping with a low moan at the feel of her lips against his skin. His head tilting back as her lips trailed down his neck. The angel runes on his skin under her lips, while appearing like human tattoos to her, they felt like they were tingling like cold fire, and then ignited in feeling to him, followed along, trailing everywhere her skin touched. It had been so long since he’d felt like this, everything about her reminded him of Chenza, of his mate, whether all in his head or not, he could help but want to be right here with her. Holding her waist as she slid down on his cock, his hips arched up to her carefully, feeling the way she flexed around him, oh she was perfect. 

She moaned once she was fully seated on his cock, groaning out loud, rolling her hips a few times. Her eyes fluttered wildly for a moment, “Daddy-” she breathed before starting to glide up and down slowly at first as she savored the drag of skin on skin even with the lube. Her eyes rolled back as she finally was going fast and hard. Her jaw dropped, trembling eagerly.

He knew he should have looked for a condom, he might be ancient, but he wasn’t completely obtuse. Ryan had dragged him at least that far into the modern age. Clean up purposes, he said. He wasn’t wrong. However, he knew there wasn’t any diseases he could give Vinny, or anything he could catch from her that would harm him, and he wanted to feel every moment between them. Hands running up her body now, feeling every muscle, every slight dip to her slim strong body.. She was utterly beautiful. Capturing her lips with his now, kissing her with a hunger as his hips rocked with hers, joining her pack, not able to help but meet her with each thrust.. But making every effort to hold back the majority of his strength as his breath rushed with pants against her lips.

She panted before stopping him with a whimper almost there, frozen with trembling thighs, “Fuck- I don’t want it to be over yet.” She got out, legs shaking as her eyes fluttered softly.

Christopher’s forehead was pressed to Vinny’s as he groaned when she seemed to slow, stopping them was reaching anything close to a point of more yet, and groaning low, almost growling in his throat. His hands slipping around to her lower back, tempted to press her deeper against him and, just, rock her onto him.. He could cum, and just keep going, he could cum as many times as she needed him to tonight.. But he wanted her to first. He had to at least pretend to be mortal. Mortal had limited sexual functions, he knew that much. “BabyGirl, fuck, you can have me as often as you want.” As long as she wanted.

She groaned, head leaned back before she leaned in wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she started moving again, “I don't wanna cum right away- I've been wanting you for a few days and I want to savor you…” she breathed out softly with wide eyes licking her lips with remains of lipstick.

A strangled sound in his thought, swallowing, “Savor me?” It was strange to him, this thought of savouring sex. What was savouring sex. For him, while yeah, it was still usually about physical release, and yes pleasure and intimacy, but having the time to savour? Never. Even with Chenza, they never had the time. They were lucky to have a few moments when they woke before Jerahmiel would dispatch them on their assignments for the night, whether patrols or guards. Back then, there were more than just three of them. Or the time before dawn when they had a few blissful moments to steal away to themselves. Or even post battle, those, we’re both still alive, moments… but they were always fast, frenzied, passionate, they didn’t get the chance to savour.

Now, the fact that he’d been thinking about her for weeks was never mind. She had been driving him insane.. Was he going to keep letting her right now as he looked at this woman that was rocking her hips so slowly, and driving him to new heights? Yes, yes he was. Moaning as against her lips, not caring as her lipstick smeared ever so slightly against his skin. Little did he know, to her, enough of him was coloured with the human tattoos she could see in place of his angel markings.

She mewled softly, and arched her back, “Chris-” she moaned, moving faster than slowed, eagerly and then stopped again tight around him, eyes trained on his face with a whimper. “Chris, you feel amazing…!” She gasped out.

It felt like something was different. Maybe because they had spent So much time together… Or maybe it was because he fit perfectly inside of her. But was electric and addicting.

The way the intense cold fire still blazed through his skin, the pleasure just threatening to consuming him, feeling like it was building ever higher. He used to think it was intense before, now it was growing all the more fervent as the feelings built between them with the way Vinny kept slowing, and speeding up.. And then stopping again, so tight around him. Moaning, his head tilting back, gasping for breath, fingers so tight around her hips.. His hips bucked up against her as she gasped, his eyes meeting hers, “Fuck, BabyGirl, I’m so close, I’m I’m so-”

She shook before reaching down to stroke herself as she moved again angling herself and aimed well as she started caving instantly, jaw slack as a deep guttural moan filled the room. She pressed her forehead to his and kissed him deeply, groaning for him as pleasure rushed at her, not holding back this time.

The moment Vinny started stroking herself, Christopher’s fingers were wrapped around hers, and he was stroking with her, not pulling her hand away, but joining her. As he kissed her, his whole world tilted on its axis, from the way his fingers stroked at her with his fingers, to the brush of her lips.. The feel of her clenching around his length.. And then as he jerked inside of her, not able to stop himself coming apart this time.. Fuck, fuck.. The feeling was so intense.. More so than he ever felt before. Savor it she’d said. He was gasping for breath, like Vinny had reached into his chest and squeezed directly around his heart as he moaned. 

Vinny moaned into his mouth as he gripped her hand and clit with her. Mewling, she knew it wouldn't be much longer- then suddenly there it was- he was cumming, sending her over with him almost screaming into the kiss as white-hot pleasure rushed through her without restraint, making her gasp desperately. Her chest was glued to his as she panted softly with shaky legs.

By the angel, Christopher felt nothing but pure shock for a moment at the sight before him, a whimper in his throat. Chenza, she, she looked just.. Oh.. oh.. Fuck.. the way she followed him in her pleasure, the way she came apart like that.. Kissing her, not able to help himself as he helped her ride out her orgasm while pushing his body to relax. He knew mortals didn’t keep going the way gargoyles did, and he had to slow down.. He couldn’t keep going, he wouldn’t push Vinny too far. “You are so beautiful.”

Vinny was breathless and kissed him and the palm of his hand, panting softly, jaw dropped as she relaxed. She didn't have big loads, so the mess between them wasn't too much as she laid against his chest breathing in his scent as she groaned against his neck, lips teasing him. “So are you… you're so handsome while you cum… fuck it felt amazing, never felt that good before….”

Arms wrapped around her, Christopher pulled her down gently to the bed, they had time. Knowing that Vinny always got up before the dawn to open the café, had him so calm, so serene in the fact that he could stay here with her, and just relax. Otherwise, he’d be worried, and counting the minutes and how long he’d have before he had to make an excuse about when he had to leave. Kissing her shoulder gently, nuzzling into her skin.. She was perfect saying that, so perfect.. “Sleep BabyGirl, we both have to be up early.. I’ll help you with everything in the morning, I promise.” Kissing her sweetly.

She smiled and kissed his neck softly, eyes closing steadily as she breathed slowly, heart warm. “Good night daddy.” She whispered softly and ran her fingers over his tattoos softly, not taking long before falling asleep.

Christopher couldn’t sleep, as wonderful as he knew it was now, he couldn’t sleep, not while he had her in his arms. He could sleep during the day, he could sleep when he had no other choice in his stone prison. Right now he was holding the most precious being… and he… oh… she… his eyes stung with tears trying not to tremble. By the angel, how could he do this to her? She deserved so much better than him, but she, she reminded him so much of his Chenza.

Everything about her, Vinny was, she was glorious, remarkable, perfect, and it, it was like having her right back in his arms. Worse almost. There were times they’d dreamed about hiding away to just steal a moment like this, quiet, holding each other… not that they could ever really have them in the life, the war that they’d fought alongside each other. The war that he was still fighting. The war that he would never be able to stop fighting, and Vinny deserved so much better than to have to deal with him, and be compared to his lost mate, his lost love. But he was too much of a monster to be able to let her go.

[bravewolfvesperia]

@mistralxsoul | continued

A grimace formed on Yuri's face at Flynn's words. Unfortunately Yuri didn't know what he looked like or what the situation had been, so he couldn't exactly chase the guy down himself. It was also highly unlikely Flynn would even tell him that much exactly for that reason.

Yet somehow Flynn knew how to placate him from getting too begrudging about not knowing the man's identity by taking hold of his hand. With a sigh of defeat in that regard, Yuri gripped his hand back. Though he wouldn't rant to Flynn about his aggravation with Flynn in this position, he was still extremely unhappy with the fact that there were rebel knights at all. Must have been old members of Alexei's Royal Guard or Cumore's brigade...

With any luck the fool would come back and try again. Security was tighter now and Yuri wasn't sure he was going to want to separate from Flynn until the guy had been caught. Heck, for once he could go find the jerk in his jail cell and laugh at him from the other side. Maybe he'd even take Raven along, just for the irony between the two of them.

Though, Flynn's placating wasn't going to amount to too much as soon as Yuri noticed him sending a look toward Sodia. They were obviously both aware of something that Yuri was not in on, and he raised an eyebrow at it. "Something you're not telling me much?"

If Flynn tried to hide anything from him, Yuri could understand where he was coming from, but like Yuri, Flynn would want to know. More like, he would probably demand to know if Yuri came back in this condition. Worse, Yuri would probably pull the same nonsense as Flynn was right now and just... tell him not worry. They were seriously both hopeless with this stuff...

He didn't doubt that Flynn would recover fine, but he did still want to know details. If he needed to look out for someone who was threatening Flynn, what harm would it do to tell him? It would at least help Yuri keep an eye out. He did want to find the attempted assassin himself, but without really specific details, Yuri wasn't going to risk going after an innocent person. Not that Yuri didn't understand where Flynn would be coming from there either, if Flynn expected him to just go on some manhunt, but he also wasn't about to just up and walk away from Flynn right now if someone was targeting his life.

Yuri sighed though, half accepting and half not yet relenting. "I know you'll be fine, Flynn. It's still concerning to hear that you were attacked by one of your own men though, even if they were faking it to get to you. How am I supposed to relax when you go back to your duties and are surrounded by knights, all of which neither you nor I have any idea if any of them are in with that guy?" Neither he nor Flynn, as in, he was pointedly leaving Sodia out of the inevitable situation. Very petty. He did not care, either.

[rubykgrant]

RvB Fusion AU? Caboose and Grif becoming like a fun lazy guy, Tucker and Kai becoming THE sex-crave fusion, Sarge and Carolina becoming the most competitive fighter ever, etc.

Oh man... there have been a lot of fun RVB Fusion AU scenarios people have come up with through the years... I think Kai and Tucker fused would weirdly sort of balance both their two extreme flirty attitudes, and they are somehow SUPREMELY charismatic in an effortless way (like, they aren't even TRYING to flirt with anybody, and don't even notice all the heart-eyes. they're also really funny and giggly and affectionate, but in a relaxed way). Caboose and Grif fusion is super chill, but also? They have all of Caboose's weird, reality-bending concepts, and Grif's gift with words, so they're just there being all philosophical, possibly unlocking the secrets of the universe. Carolina and Sarge is BEYOND competitive (and has the same attitude of Aqua from Brave and the Bold; very valiant and enjoys the thrill of battle! unless you tick them off, then it is just. a massacre).

Church and Caboose fusion is a fun one, because Church has to like... come to terms with "loving himself", not in a false-bravado/ego-trip way, but actually having good self-esteem? They also freely share how much they love everybody else, but still has Church's potty-mouth. Everybody thought they should worry about a Tex and Carolina fusion, but again, they are just sort of balanced out somehow? Simmons and Church fusions is sooooooooo smug. Any fusion with Doc means they also have O'Malley in there... Kai and Doc genuinely have a lot of fun fused, and the result is a such a subtle smart-mouth sense of humor, enhanced by O'Malley being their "anger translator". Donut and Simmons fused is sort of a mess... all of Simmons' anxiety makes Donut ACUTELY aware of his own insecurities, and they just keep over-apologizing for everything. Wash always thinks he won't "mix well" with somebody when fused, and it is true that a fusion with him will like- just start crying at some point, because it is like having an internal conversation where one gives the other a chance to open up. Yeah, even Sarge. In fact, Sarge and Wash seems to have all the serious/professionalism of both, but will just give out very deeply emotional compliments to the others, said with a calm matter-of-fact tone. Kai and Carolina is TERROR, just full-on rebel, with the muscle to back it up. Tucker and Donut is the most prettiest and flamboyant fusion.

Oh, and I can't talk about RVB fusions without showing some of the awesome art by @creatrixanimi !

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi, I need to ask for help about my xxfj mom. She will vent about any event that occurs in her life, many of which turn into a strong emotional response where it seems like she doesn't know how to deal with it herself, and can only process it by venting to someone (or if it's a really big feeling, many people).

Both my father and I (I'm an only child) love her dearly, but it's so exhausting listening to her, and she has clearly caught on knowing we struggle to listen to her very long and frequent rants.

On the one hand, I feel very badly because when she starts ranting, I feel myself shutting down, being exhausted, and distancing myself from her and not being a good listener (because otherwise I find myself absorbing too much of the negativity). On the other hand, she hasn't figured out any other way to deal with these emotions, so I'm not sure if I should accept it as it is and try to find ways to support her (which I am well aware is not my job to help manage for her, but she's my mom, and I care and want her needs to be met, you know?). Thank you for reading and have a nice day!

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When people "rant", what they're usually trying to do or believe that they're doing is "processing" their feelings and emotions, in order to feel better. However, if the end result is they don't feel better or feel even worse, then what they're really doing is ruminating out loud, as the emotions have gotten too big to keep inside. And when the negative emotions start to influence and infect others, it is called emotional dumping.

Rumination is uncontrolled "overthinking" that isn't actually rational thought but rather an unconscious attempt to distance from unwanted feelings and emotions, which is unfortunately counterproductive to resolving them. The more one tries to push feelings and emotions away, revisiting and rejecting them on an endless loop, the worse one's emotional state tends to get. Many people don't understand this principle and frequently find themselves in emotional escalation cycles. This is a common sign of poor emotional intelligence.

The good news is that emotional intelligence can be learned, studied, practiced, and improved, as long as one is interested and motivated enough. If she's open, suggest that she learn healthier ways of handling and resolving her feelings/emotions. You can offer some guidance and/or provide learning materials. I have already written lengthy articles about emotional intelligence and recommended books on the resources page that you and/or she can reference.

The above is a longer term goal that should be undertaken for her own personal growth. In the shorter term, there are simple ways to redirect emotional dumping. E.g. Ask her to do things to calm down physically, such as deep breathing and muscle relaxation, in an effort to slow down or stop escalation to extremes. Ask her to get in better touch with what she really needs and wants out of the situation, rather than getting carried away with externalization through blame or anger. Ask gentle open-ended questions that pause the ranting and steer her closer to understanding the very heart of the matter. You can also provide a more objective perspective as an outsider to the situation, to help change how she feels about it.

Remember that when someone is emotionally dumping, they've basically gotten too caught up in the moment and forgotten that the other person exists. This sets up the dynamic of you, the listener, feeling more and more like you're being used as a trash bin. The more passive you are, the more you enable emotional escalation. Therefore, being an active participant in the interaction is important for countering the one-sidedness. Steer the interaction in a better direction, along the lines of the tips given above. If she's resistant or uncooperative, then it's possible she's disrespecting you and your boundaries, in which case, it might be necessary for you to be more vocal about your limits and boundaries (see previous posts about setting and enforcing boundaries).

It is tough to get caught between the need to protect oneself from negativity and wanting to help someone else with theirs. It's a difficult balance to strike. Maybe you need to have an honest talk with her, from the perspective of care. Let her know that you don't like to see her so upset all the time because it's not good for her health and well-being. Emphasize that you love her and want to be there for her, but there are limits as to how much you can help.

This situation sounds like a good opportunity for both of you to learn some better communication habits. Ideally, your mom needs to learn how to process feelings and emotions and generate resolution/closure without having to place an undue burden on others. You need to learn how to take a more active role in keeping communication positive and constructive. You seem like a caring person, so you're likely to run into emotional dumping many times throughout life. It's good to have some reliable strategies for dealing with it. The better your emotional intelligence, the better you will be at handling other people's feelings and emotions.