#so now he feels like it’s an embarrassing trait of his that he must put a stop to even though that’s what makes him who he is

[moderndaymelodrama]

have spent the last few days indulging in the straightest of my interests (bridgerton) and oh my god i really don’t care what anyone else is saying, season 3 is my favourite BY FAR. season 1 one was ok, season 2 was great, but this… this was made for me. penelope trying her best to fit in but still feeling so aware of the opinions of others that she struggles to feel comfortable. colin trying to change who he is as a person to fit into what society expects him to be. both of them being able to properly be themselves in each others presence. I have never needed two people to kiss more in my entire life WOW. also all the side plots! the featherington sisters being hilarious! violet getting a second chance at romance! eloise + cressida! FRANCESCA (i’m obsessed with her)! all in all, 10/10

[pretty-little-mind33]

Sergei Kravinoff x fem!reader

summary: You and your boyfriend role-play in the woods.

warnings: dark role-play (kinda cnc but also very obviously consensual), biting, unprotected sex, rough sex, pain kink kinda? Sergei has animalistic traits, fear, chasing, degradation, spitting, choking, aftercare

~ thank you @lady-jane3 for the translation hehe ~

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You'd never felt so exposed in your life as you lay in the dirt, head spinning from running away. You can feel your chest heave with every breath you take as your cheek presses into the dirt, staring blankly at the trees in the darkness. 

You can feel him, feel his presence hovering over you. His breathing is almost intoxicating and you barely have time to scramble away when his hand clutches your calf and yanks you towards him again, ignoring your scream.

He's on top of you now and he's pinning your hands into the dirt as you squirm against him. It's hard to see his features in the darkness, but you know them well enough that the glimmer of his yellow eyes is anticipated—like a lion ready to pounce—and it causes your lower stomach to tighten.

You squeeze your eyes, losing your excitement. You try your hardest to seem afraid but it's hard when you know the hands around your wrist so well. How, despite their callousness, they touch you so reverently. You turn your head away from him. His grip on your wrist becomes painful however, and you can't help but whimper.

"Mmh," he bends down to the crook of your neck and licks up the side of your throat, "Continue making those pretty noises, pet."

You can feel his teeth graze your skin and you wince. Your movement must have annoyed him because he suddenly grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.

Your eyes widen as his hold on you becomes even more painful and he smirks. "Open your mouth," he orders gruffly. Your pussy throbs and you do as he says as his hand around your jaw loosens.

And then you're choking on his fingers. He holds your tongue down and smirks as he watches you squirm. Panic kicks in as you realize you can't breathe anymore. 

When he sees your eyelids flutter, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and flicks his hand so your spit lands on your cheek. You cough as you regain your breath, your skin burns from embarrassment when you feel him wipe his hand on your cheek.

"какая ты шлюха (what a slut you are)," he mutters under his breath and one of his hands travels up your thigh and starts to bunch up your dress around your waist. You suppress a moan as he handles the material with care. You'd told him not to tear it no matter what. You love this dress. 

You try to hit him but his hold is too strong.

"P-Please," you manage to croak out, your voice hoarse from how hard his fingers were squeezing around your poor throat. "I just wanna go home." It's a blatant lie and he can see it in your eyes. 

When you feel his hand touch you where you want it the most, his laughter feels cruel as he runs a finger over your arousal.

"You're so wet, dove," he says calmly, his accent thick. The nickname slips out and you groan. 

Fuck this, you think, wanting the chase to go on a little longer so you kick him with your knee. You manage to stand, regaining your bearings as you hear him growl. You turn around, catching his gaze and he nods. He understands what you want. He always does.

You run, knowing he's giving you a head start and your bare feet sting against the sticks and rocks. You can hear him behind you, taking his time, and your adrenaline pumps.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you and pressing you against a tree. You squeal, struggling in his grasp as the back of your head hits the bark. Tears brim from the pain.

"Shhh," he whispers and wipes your tears with his thumb, his eyes intense as he seems unfazed by your pain. It turns you on. He continues, tightening his grip on you, "I'll make you feel so good, little one. I'll make that tingly feeling in here go away, ok?” He puts one hand on your lower stomach and then uses the other one to roughly remove your panties as he keeps your dress up. 

You gasp, squirming as you claw at his arms. He hooks his arm around your waist and manhandles you onto the ground again. "Be good," he growls in your ear. 

He's rough in the way he bends your knees and leaves your bottom half-naked, ass in the air. Your instinct is to crawl away from him, but you can't, not when he's pushing your cheek into the dirt again. His hold on your hair is painful and you cry out.

"Shut up," he growls, leaning over your back to press his lips to your ear. You can feel something hard press against your thigh and your eyes widen. 

"Please," you beg with a moan. 

One arm presses your cheek further into the dirt and you feel him shift and shuffle with his clothing. "If you're a good girl, I'll make sure not to hurt you —" His voice sounds dark and your pussy pulses at his words. You moan.

Then, you feel something familiar press into you. Your mouth opens and your eyebrows scrunch but you don't make a sound. He already feels good. Without warning, he thrusts hard, taking you just how he knows you like it as you moan and groan. His hand fists your hair as he stretches your cunt, making animalistic grunts above you. 

"More," you whimper and he obliges. 

It doesn't take long for you to climax, your pussy throbbing as you feel his cum fill you up and he bites down onto your shoulder. You cry out from the pain mixed with the pleasure and the woods fall silent and still for a moment. 

Then, he's turning you over as he catches his breath and his eyes don't look as menacing anymore. His hand caresses your cheek gently and then reaches behind to feel if the tree had given you a bump on your head when he'd pushed you. 

"You okay?" he growls and helps you stand. He smooths down your dress and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

You nod, mind still hazy from the entire ordeal. 

"Was I too much?" he whispers. He sounds worried. 

You shake your head, holding onto his arm as the moonlight shines. You feel his thumb remove some more dirt from your cheek. "No, I- it was perfect, Sergei," you say with a smile and he pulls you in a hug, humming with satisfaction.

"I love you," he mutters into your hair. 

You smile and hold him tighter. You can feel the bruises forming on your skin and the throb from where he'd bit into you but you don't mind. No matter how rough he plays, you always feel safe with him. 

"I love you."

tags: @sauronsgirl, @earth-elemental18, @princesssunderworld, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected, @kpopgirlbtssvt

[blue-slxt]

hi i have a request!

so i was thinking like f reader and Neteyam get in a huge argument and like while they’re arguing they get closer to each and then have a super heated make out session and then they have like really rough sex and Neteyam is just degrading reader and then at the end its just fluff

idk if that makes sense i’m really bad at requesting sorry😭

I love shit like this. I'm not sure if that's the small part of me that craves the chaos and slightly toxic traits of it all, but it does something to me lol. I personally really like how this came out so i hope you do too! All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

For almost a week now, you and Neteyam have been tense. Well, “tense” was putting it lightly. Truth be told, the both of you were only one sideways look away from snapping. And it feels like today might be that day.

The two of you decided to eat dinner at home, not wanting your bad moods to sour the atmosphere around everybody else at the communal dinner. You can’t help the way your eyes snap up to Neteyam’s face as he chews his food. It feels obnoxiously loud today and the sound is grating against your ears.

“Must you chew so loud?” you say dryly to him. He offers you no real response when he looks back at you. But he does purposefully take a big bite of meat and chew loudly while holding eye contact with you. That tears it.

“Aaarrrghh, you are such a pain! What is your problem?” you say standing up over him.

“Oh? My problem? What about you?” he says rising to his full height over you. “You’ve been basically ignoring me for days now!” He takes a few paces across the length of your home and turns around at you exasperated.

“Don’t you dare try to turn this around on me right now! That is no excuse for you to act like a child!” you snap at him taking a couple strides in his direction.

He meets your challenge head on strolling right up to you. “You are the one acting like a child throwing a fit right now!”

You finally get in his face and hold his stare as you’re now chest-to-chest with him. “I swear, Neteyam, you are such a—” you are silenced by his lips crashing against yours. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body submits into kissing him back. It’s not soft or tender by any means. The kiss is sloppy and clumsy, full of clacking teeth and messy tongues, but Eywa, did it make your head dizzy with pleasure. You both feel the tension slowly deflating as you pour all your love and frustration into each other.

Big, rough hands erratically feel up and down your body and hold you close to him. Your fingers dance through his hair and grip at the base of his braids. He lets out a low growl when you pull on them. In response, he tugs at the base of your tail making you yelp a little and finally gives his tongue the advantage he needed to dominate your mouth. He presses into you making you lean backwards until you’re almost ready to fall over. Before your feet can give out underneath you, Neteyam’s hands slide down the back of your thighs and pull them up to wrap around his waist so he can lay you down on your back.

Your hands sweep at the ground to clear the area sending your leftover dinner flying across the floor. Neteyam hovers over you pushing his full weight onto you as he grinds his hips down into yours. His hands paw at your chest while he places open mouth kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulder.

“You’re such…an asshole…” you manage to breathe out in a moan finishing your thought from earlier. It tickles against your skin when he lets out a low chuckle in the crook of your neck. “And you’re a fucking brat.” His hand reaches down and tears your loincloth from your hips.

You’re already dripping wet when he thrusts two fingers into you which your pussy greedily sucks in.

“Aah!”

“You’ve been talking shit all week and now I have you under me and you have nothing to say?” he sets a rough pace with his fingers, curling them up just in the way that he knows you love.

“Mmmf!”

“You realize you haven’t let me touch you in days? It’s been driving me crazy!” He punctuates his words with more thrusts from his fingers.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Nete!” you cry out feeling the tightening in your core, but your apologies fall on deaf ears.

“Save it. You’ve been giving me shit all week. I’m tired of hearing your mouth.” He harshly pulls his fingers out of you taking your hope of release with them. He brings his fingers up to your mouth and pushes them past your lips. Your eyes stare up at him big and pleading while you suck your arousal off his fingers. His pupils are blown wide leaving the thinnest trace of gold around them. His eyes study the way your tongue glides over and between his fingers.

He finally can’t wait any more. He rips his fingers from your mouth and skillfully undoes the knot on his loincloth. His dick springs up already leaking precum onto your stomach. A gasp jumps from your throat when he lifts your legs to sit on his shoulders and he has you essentially folded in half. He strokes himself one, two, three quick times before he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Nete, wait—” but it’s too late. Neteyam bottoms out in you in one swift snap of his hips. With this current angle, it makes you scream out. He doesn’t waste a single second before he’s completely drilling into you.

“Haah!...F-fuck! Nete!” Pathetic mewls leave your lips and Neteyam loves it.

“Look at you. Such a needy little slut. Already dumb off my cock.” His grin is devilish watching your body bounce beneath him with every stroke he delivers you.

“I’m sorry, Nete! I’m sorry!”

“I don’t wanna hear it. If you’re not screaming my name, I don’t want to hear your fucking mouth.” His voice is sharp while he bullies your convulsing pussy. “Neteyam! Ah…Neteyam! Please, Nete!” you beg as you lean your head to the side and present your neck to him. He can feel his chest get hot at the way you present yourself in such a vulnerable way to him. It’s something about knowing that he’s the only one you would ever do this for. How he’s the only one who can make you feel like this and make these faces and sounds. He’s the only one who will ever experience you in this way. It’s deliriously satisfying. He gives in to what you want because he just wants it so damn bad too. His lips ghost over your skin momentarily trying to settle on a perfect spot and he bites down hard. “Aaah! Neteyam! I’m gonna cum!” The pain of his teeth in your neck dances with the pleasure of him knocking into your sweet spot and the lines between the two sensations gets more blurred.

His mouth releases your neck where little dribbles of blood spill from his bite and when he licks them away, he can feel himself about to lose it. “Shit. I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you chill the fuck out.” His thrusts lost their rhythm and one particularly hard push of his hips is what finally causes you to unravel.

You cum with a moan that’s nothing less of being just filthy while your legs continue to grip around him. You use your whole body to cling onto him while your release rushes through you. The pulsing of your walls around him makes him finally spill his own cum inside of you. It’s so warm and it feels like your mind has been totally wiped clean of any frustration or irritation or anger that you had earlier.

Neteyam carefully slides out of you and collapses on the ground next to you. The sudden emptiness makes you physically shiver already missing his warmth and weight on top of you. You both lay for a while just staring up at the sky while catching your breath.

You turn to your side to look at your mate and he’s already watching you.

“I’m sorry, Nete. I don’t know why I’ve been in such a mood lately. I shouldn’t take it out on you, though.” Your lips form a sheepish smile hoping that he wasn’t still angry with you. Thankfully, he simply places a soft kiss to your forehead and says, “It is fine, yawne. I know I’ve been busier than usual lately. But if you are stressed, lean on me. That is what I am here for, okay?” You nod your head at him holding back tears. How could one man be so perfect?

He holds his arms out towards you and you eagerly shimmy yourself into his hold.

“You do realize that our dinner is now ruined, right?” he pokes fun at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“If we hurry, we can probably still catch some food at the communal dinner.” You suggest.

“Then that means that we have to move from here.”

“…or we can just wait until breakfast.” You say snuggling in closer to his chest.

[amazingmsme]

Yooo good food good food!!

May I add to this God tickle agenda? These are a lot of my own headcanons since I'm working on a Ler! Hermes fic that I'm about 2k into because Dangerous wouldn't leave my head for a straight week and the animatics made me see Ler potential 🫣

The main ones are that the Gods can gain energy from Human emotions suited to their paths- hence why Athena and Odysseus clicked so well given his cleverness and strategic mind. Hermes prefers those who are easily flustered and prone to fun emotions like embarrassment and enjoyment. The Gods can also give some of their energy to their disciples in exchange to heal/comfort them, but a Human may pick up some of their core traits into their personality for a while (like a disciple of Hermes being more daring, for example); a symbiotic relationship.

The other is his Godly power is just being able to use his mischievous essence to make people/Gods feel sensations. So anything from scaring someone by making them feel like a bug is crawling on them, they're being watched or anything like that, to being tickled, however he feels like or whatever is most effective. Still brainstorming a name for it 😅

Hope that makes sense; it's much better explained in the fic I promise-

Anyway! ❤️

Hermes is an absolute MENACE

He's constantly starting tickle fights with the others and is the one who knows the others spots.

If someone annoys him enough; he'll get them in their dreams but if someone actually pisses him off- he'll embarrass them at a God meeting, dinner, in front of a Human disciple of theirs etc. He'll do so regularly till he feels like they've learned their lesson and play dumb if anyone above him comes to him about it.

Every God has their own way of keeping their disciples in line and Hermes just immediately will tickle his disciples if they do something that'll come back to bite him- since he's responsible for them.

The other Gods tend to let things build up- but Hermes thinks that's a surefire way to disaster. He of course makes note of how many times his Human is causing trouble, and his tickle punishments may get meaner the more they build up but it's super rare to see him actually mad.

The big Gods he's too scared to mess with but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't working his way up to getting Hades one day. He just wants to know!

As for who he messes with as far as the other Gods?

Athena and Apollo probably get it a lot. I think with Athena he'd love to see her put-together persona crack- much like how Odysseus and Polites are with Eurylochus. They'll be sparring the usual way, and Hermes will flick his fingers if she gets too cocky about beating him, or just because it's funny. He tends to let up pretty quickly though. He doesn't want to make her too mad and end up getting wrecked himself. She kind of scares him deep down; not that he'd ever admit as much.

Apollo though? He gets no such mercy. He adores messing with his half-brother at every opportunity and he's cripplingly ticklish, unfortunately for him. Hermes always jokes about his laughter and squeals being his best piece yet, and how he should share it with others.

I feel like he'd tickle Calypso too, when he stops by if she seems lonely. He imagines she must be touch-starved and tries to make her feel at least a little better.

Circe is fun to mess with- though I think eventually she grows wise and may start trying to look at ways to get him back or numb her own ticklishness.

Hermes is actually quite ticklish himself; but you'll have to catch him first and good luck with that given how quick he is. He only lets others have the opportunity if he feels it’s earned by truly upsetting someone. Every now and then he actually quite enjoys a good old-fashioned tickle fight or other tickle game like tickle hide and seek; typically with Apollo or his disciples!

THIS IS AMAZING OMGGGG I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF IT! Hermes is literally so ler coded &

I got carried away with this, but you brought up such good points!

I’ve gotta stop looking at the actors because every time I just fall head over heels in love wtf they’re all SO HOT! Thank you so much for this, there’s a huge lack of love for Hermes & he is such a mischievous lil shit, & he’s just so FUN! I can’t wait for your fic.

You’d think by how giggly he is he’d be more lee, but this man lives for drama & causing trouble. & yeah he laughs all the time but have you fucking heard it? That’s a shitty, up to no good kinda laugh, that’s a laugh you don’t trust, sorry not sorry

But I’m fucking OBSESSED with the thought of him going around bothering the other gods for sport, & he gets sooo cocky about it, going from spot to spot before flying out of reach. Sometimes he’s a little too full of himself & ends up getting caught & they teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget (he just doesn’t care about the consequences, he’ll make sure to be faster next time)

He loves to mess with Athena because to him she’s good practice for when he’s ready to go bother the big 3. But she’s also just soooo fun to piss off. & I had no idea Apollo was his half brother, that makes everything so much more fun for him! & he uses it as an excuse to hang out with him, like he just wants some bro time & next thing Apollo knows is he’s laughing his ass off

Ok but back to Athena, she probably said some bitchy snide remark at the last god meetup & it embarrassed him & hurt his feewings so he decides to embarrass her in front of her pet human. So he just kinda secretly hangs out until she decides to show up again, whether to train him or talk strategy, & all of a sudden she’s all confused like “can I help you?” & Odysseus turns around thinking someone walked into his cabin but lo & behold it’s fucking Hermes floating in his room! & suddenly he’s feeling very uncomfy thinking there’s about to be some god fight in his room that he’s in the middle of & he’s like “uh I feel like I should go” inching closer to the door but Hermes blocks his way with a chuckle like “& miss all the fun? No, I want you to see this” & so he’s just standing there like 🧍‍♂️& Athena demands to know what it’s about

& Hermes is like “I’m SO GLAD you asked! Remember what you said about me?” & it’s honestly pretty insignificant to her so no, she really doesn’t & that just pisses him off so he doesn’t wait around to knock her down a few pegs. & all the while he’s casually talking with Odysseus & commenting on all her worst spots. Meanwhile Odysseus is barely able to hide his amused grin behind his hand but he can barely even speak because he keeps thinking what the hell is happening right now?

After he’s had his fun he helps her up & she slugs him in the arm & yeah, rightfully so. But he turns to her & goes “I hope we’ve learned to hold our tongue the next time we think about insulting someone” & now that I’m thinking about it, it probably wasn’t even that bad. Something like “you gotta wonder how he ties his sandals” in reference to the ankle wings & he was looking for any excuse to do this. & as fast as he appeared he’s gone & neither of them really know what to say. But Odysseus smirks & goes “so that was… something” & she’s like don’t

& of course he’s like “uh you’re never gonna believe what just happened” but Polites cuts him off like “oh we know” & he’s like “you know?” Because wtf how? Apparently when a goddess laughs it’s loud enough to be heard across the ship & Eurylochus just thought Odysseus was getting Polites, but then he walks right by him & makes him do a double take because if that’s not Polites, then who the hell is that? No one else on the ship really sounds like that so he went down to see just what the hell their captain was doing & he opened the door & immediately closed it. Looked through the keyhole to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating & immediately went looking for Polites

Ok but when Odysseus brought it up Eurylochus is like oh yeah why were you just standing there watching??? & he’s like “Hermes wouldn’t let me leave, he said something about wanting me to watch? I don’t know, it was some revenge thing” & Polites giggles because how else are you supposed to react & goes “the gods are weird”

“Funny, we say the same about you” & Hermes is floating behind them & they all scream & he’s fucking gone again. Literally just did that to jump scare them

But I’m circling back to what you said about how he’d visit someone in their dreams & proceed to wreck their shit. Because omg that is so damn funny & downright mean to do, like that’s the most flustering thing ever! Cause then they’re left thinking they’re own subconscious came up with that & wondering why it came up with that & basically send them into a downward spiral

But one day while he was crossing over the ship on his way to deliver a message, he caught sight of Eurylochus & Polites tickling their captain & he stuck around for the show before continuing on his merry way, tucking that information in his back pocket to use for a rainy day

He’s impatient tho so he only waits a few days before he decides to pay him a visit. Odysseus rarely gets good enough sleep to dream, so the fact he is dreaming is already a lil sus. But that’s what it is, it’s just a dream, right? Maybe he’s lost in a forest, or walking through the clouds in his dream but either way he’s lost & disoriented until he stumbles in Hermes who has fun toying with him, making him more lost until the real fun begins. & Hermes pulls some magic shit so Odysseus can’t wake up until he’s done with him, but once he leaves Odysseus jolts awake with a laugh. He’s in a cold sweat & he was literally blushing in his sleep, his heart is racing & his mind is still trying to catch up with itself. He tries to go back to sleep, but he can’t stop thinking about it & he’s only able to get to that fitful half asleep half awake state

The next day he’s all flustered & jumpy & his friends definitely pick up on it but don’t want to pry. Polites asks if he’s ok tho & he says he’s fine, it was just a weird dream, & now they’re a little curious. He tries to describe it in the vaguest of terms “Hermes showed up & made me get lost in a cloud maze” ok but why’re you so weird about it? Like it’s so obvious he’s omitting stuff & then a voice from above laughs & goes “too embarrassed to tell them what really happened, are we?” & it dawns on him that it actually was Hermes in his dream & now he’s even more embarrassed. But yeah, Hermes goes ahead & tells all about how he tickled Odysseus to pieces & how he couldn’t do anything about it & how cute & helpless their captain is. I’m telling you, Hermes may not be the most powerful, & yes he’s one of the more friendly gods, but he is literally the woooooorst

Sneasler rant voice: that’s not like, a thing that gods do. Circe didn’t tickle me. Poseidon didn’t fuckin’ tickle me. But this bitch, this B-I-T-C-H tickled meeee

Idk what it is about him, but Hermes reminds me a lot of Michael Distortion from tma & therefore he’s a bit of a bully & uses magic to his advantage to fuck with mortals for his own amusement & that’s 100% my type

Ok I’m done for now

[kirk-says-wah]

26 with Lars and James. Lars is a little fae boy with wings, and James is a hunter. 😍💕

Thank you so much for the ask! This was so fun to write 💕

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write a little something

26 - Wing!kink/other nonhuman traits

James has only really read about them in books, he never thought they were actually real.

He’s stood in the forest, shotgun in hand, tracking a deer when he finds an opening with a shallow creak, and there on the waters edge is a man, crouching down, hands threaded through the grass.

Or he thought it was a man. Because the man stands up and on his back are two perfect, elegant wings, standing tall and translucent.

James can’t help but feel a little in awe, something swirling in his gut as he takes in the sight of the fae boy. He’s dressed in only a pair of leafy green shorts, so high up his thighs they don’t leave much to the imagination.

James steps forwards, a branch crunches under his boot, and the fae snaps his neck to look at him. He must see the shotgun first for the flowers in his hand fall to the floor, his hands flying up, eyes fearful.

“Don’t,” he says, and James can tell he’s scared.

James just bridges the gap between them, keeps his gun aimed high. Up close, the fae is pretty cute, doe eyes and a snub nose, and James finds he just wants to kiss him. He wants to feel his perfect skin, his glittering wings.

“What are you?” James grunts.

The man blinks, eyes searching James’.

“I’m a fae.”

James nods, liking the power of holding his gun, keeping the boy in place.

“What’s your name?”

The fae swallows. “Lars.”

Cute. Fits him well. James waits a moment before finally putting his gun down.

“I’m James.”

“You’re not gonna kill me?” Lars asks, arching an eyebrow, looking down at James’ gun.

Pleasure courses through James, and he can’t help it when he says “I want to touch you.”

Lars’ eyebrows shoot up, and for a moment James gets embarrassed, the tops of his ears burning.

“Sorry,” he says, bashful. “I have no idea why I said that.”

“That’s okay,” Lars says, stepping forward, skin shimmering. “Humans tend to be pretty awestruck when they see us.”

James nods, letting his gun fall to the floor as Lars steps into his personal space, nose close to James’ chin.

“You can touch me,” Lars breathes, and that’s all the consent James needs.

His hands smooth down Lars’ arms, feels how smooth they are under his fingers before he moves upwards to cup Lars’ jaw.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurts out, but Lars just smiles, reaching up on his tip toes to press their lips together. Lars tastes like strawberries and cream, sweet under James’ lips, and James just wants to devour him.

His hands move to Lars’ back, moving down to brush against delicate wings, and Lars makes a noise that makes James pause.

“What?” James says, pulling back slightly.

“Just-,” Lars heaves, eyelashes fluttering. “Sensitive.”

James smirks at that, hands smoothing back over the translucent wings.

“Be careful,” Lars breathes before a moan is pulled from his mouth, and James eagerly swallows it up, loving the feeling of Lars’ soft wings in his hands.

His brushes all the way up them before going back down, massaging the base of them, and Lars whines, hands scrambling up to sink into the back of James’ tshirt.

“Fuck,” Lars squeaks, arching into James’ touch whilst at the same time pressing their clothed crotches together.

James hums, thumbing at the wings softly before gently pulling on one.

The effect is instantaneous, and Lars goes taut like a bow, a sob ripped from his chest as the pleasure cuts through him, and James licks a stripe over the shell of his ear.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, can’t help himself, hands now moving downward to cup Lars’ ass through his shorts.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a match-up for Harry Potter! Specifically the Marauders Era.

Female, She/They, Pansexual

Plus size!, but more thighs (and boobs) than anything, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, i have glasses,

My personality is loving, patient, (surprisingly) smart and good at classes, but that's probably bc I'm determined and work hard- I can be really sassy though, nurturing, I have to stick to a semi strict schedule, forgiving, and I guess caring, also im an ambivert!! (I just kinda looked up personality traits and went with what I thought fit me. Bear with me.)

Likes: Reading, writing, SWEATERS, school, candles, blankets, sour candy, chocolate, sunflowers, sunsets, the moon

Dislikes: When my schedule gets completely destroyed, sudden and really big change, people who chew with their mouth open, feeling really embarrassed and like everyone is judging me, olives,

Extra fun facts: I have chronic headaches, bad knee problems in my right knee 😍, if I have an assignment I will always do way too much for it

Hope that's okay and you're okay with doing this, and I hope i did it right!!! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :)

Annos, please never apologize for spelling errors, lol. I don't know if you've read my posts, but I can not spell either. I am incredibly reliant on Grammarly, and my partner makes fun of me for it regularly.

Also, does anyone else pretend/feel like that lady from Mulan when they do these matchups? No, just me. Aight, I'll be in the corner now.

~~~~~MATCH UP~~~~~

Annon, I must match you with the sweetest boy of the tricksters.

Remus Lupin

~~Headcanons~~

This man would bake you and buy you the best chocolates. He will curb your sweet tooth like no tomorrow.

He respects a girl who is not afraid to be herself, and if anyone tries to put you down and make you get in your head, he's not scared to be a big bad wolf ( see what I did there )

He loves it when you can put up with his three headaches. Wait, he means friends.

He would want to study with you all the time, so much so that James, Sirius, and Peter complain about missing their friend.

MANS WOULD WEAR MATCHING SWEATERS PROVE ME WRONG

Remus strikes me as the guy who will get you flowers just because, so expect to be showered with your favorites. However, he always forgets that he should buy you flowers on a holiday.

Though he is afraid of the full moon, watching the skies with you any other time has become an enjoyable pastime, especially to see you light up.

When he has to hide away for the full moon, he makes you a goodie basket to 'remember' him by till he comes back.

If you are ever feeling unwell or hurt, he will carry you up to his dorm and make you comfy in his bed. He will get you all the fixings to cure your ailments. I'm talking hot water bottles, heavy blankets, blackout curtains, water, pain medicine, and, of course, cuddles.

~~~~~Blurb~~~~~

You sat in the library waiting for Remus to arrive for your study date. As you finished your potion essay for him to look over, an exhausted, panting Sirius appeared before you. You looked up at him, amused, "Y/N, I am telling you we need him for Quidditch. Please, please, tell him to skip Hogsmeade this weekend." As Sirius was begging, he got down on his knees.

Around the corner soon came James looking almost as exhausted as the other boy in front of you. You chuckle into your hand, knowing that the Librarian will soon grow tired of the Maurder's antics. "Boys, you know he is his own person, right? What makes you think I have any say." You looked at the boys innocently. With a scoff, Sirius stood, wrapping his arm around James' shoulder. "Y/N, the man is so in love with you that he talks to you in his dreams. Of course, he will listen to you."

Before you could open your mouth again, James and Sirius were on the floor, this time due to a perfectly timed nudge to the back of their knees. Remus looked up at you and smiled softly, "Hi, my sweet. I brought you some treats." Placing down your candy, which he knew you favored, he sat across from you, ready to study.

James popped up from the floor, "Look, Y/N, he's even wearing a matching jumper with you! We have asked to match as a group of friends for ages. You can't tell me this man isn't whipped." You laughed at the remark, watching Remus nudge the back of James' knee again, causing him to collapse.

~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~

(You are looking up at the stars with the whole friend group. Your head is placed in Remus' lap. Peter is asleep lounging on the grass. Sirius, James, and Lily are all leaning back, looking at the stars.)

Y/N: Do you think that when the first people watched the stars, they thought they were crazy when they started moving each night.

Sirius: Wait, do the stars move each night?

James: I thought it was the moon that moved.

Lily: Sometimes it amazes me how you two breathe on your own.

Remus: (rubbing his temples, feeling the headache coming on) I'm glad someone else said it.

I hope you enjoy!!

[rescue-ram]

mash, but if you get that multiple times then i'll also say naruto for the ask meme

MASH

my favorite female character

I mean Margaret is peak, but I really enjoyed the little recurring bits of Ginger and Margie in the earlier seasons.

my favorite male character

Trapurr :3c

my favorite book/season/etc

I mean my toxic trait is that the MASH movie is one of my comfort films, and when I'm craving MASH but feel overwhelmed by the number of episodes I just put on the movie. Of the show, my absolute all time favorite season is the 2nd, SO many good episodes in that season.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

OR is my all around favorite, Deal Me Out is my personal favorite, and Five O'Clock Charlie is my favorite silly episode.

my favorite cast member

Alan Alda ❤️

my favorite ship

TrapHawk :3

a character I’d die defending

Trapper again lol, I do not want to HEEEEEEEAR about the mfing note or lack thereof kdkdjj. Of all his many sins his friendship with Hawkeye is not to be numbered among them!

a character I just can’t sympathize with

I feel like the easy answers are Charles and Potter, but honestly because they're 'difficult' characters it's a little more interesting as an intellectual exercise to try and figure out their perspective on things. I honestly find BJ harder to sympathize with in a lot of ways because he's meant to be relatable but kind of embodies values of the past that go unchallenged or unexplained in a way that's kind of off putting.

a character I grew to love

Klinger or Charles. As a kid I remember not really liking Klinger for a while and finding him embarrassing or annoying, but I really liked his moment with Mulcahy in Dear Dad (I saw this after the later seasons when the show looped back around to the start in rerun jxjjxkc). I didn't like Charles until my most recent rewatch as an adult. Sidebar but I also misremembered Frank as being way more actively malicious, he's much funnier than I thought as a kid.

my anti otp

BJHawk

Naruto

my favorite female character

We are not exactly spoiled for riches here (🔪🔪🔪 at Kishimoto) My favorite as a kid was Hinata, but I do really enjoy a lot of Sakura's moments.

my favorite male character

Kakashi big time. I thought Lee had the most epic moments as a kid and really enjoyed him, but in a different way- was always way more interested in Lee canon and Kakashi fanon iykwim

my favorite book/season/etc

IDK if this is still cliche but the Zabuza Arc is one of my all time favorite shonen arcs ever. That was the arc that made me completely feral about this manga for like five years straight kdkdkjd. There are many peak moments afterwards that I like more, but as a coherent story arc from beginning to end the Land of Waves/Zabuza Arc is so tight and so good.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

🤔 The one that comes to mind is the Gaara Rock Lee fight which was a peak moment for me and also contains one of the earliest moments that made me ship KakaGai lol

my favorite ship

KakaGai for LIFE baby

a character I’d die defending

Honestly none of them they all must pay for their crimes ❤️

a character I just can’t sympathize with

I did not understand most of what happened with Sasuke and Itachi's stories as a kid and tbh I don't really understand most of the twists now. Also Orochimaru getting a redemption arc of any kind made me apo-fucking-plectic and still does fkkcjcjc

a character I grew to love

🤔 Tsunade... I found her annoying/irresponsible/over sexualized when I was younger, but I find her more interesting now.

my anti otp

KakaIru, one of my very first NOTPs ❤️

[snow-system-wol]

How does each alter feel about the others in the Snow System? (In current MSQ)

(tw for implications of violence, abuse, csa, all kept quite vague. No spoilers.)

(format: the header alter is the one whose views are being given)

S'ria's Opinions: (29, M)

Fray: It's complicated – S'ria is glad that Fray will protect him and is glad that they'll also protect the rest of his family. Them being ready to tear to shreds anyone that threatens G'raha, Alisaie, or Alphinaud is something that S'ria likes. He just wishes Fray was easier to control and more careful, and doesn't like the gaps in memory even if they're much better now. S'ria hasn't fully reconciled how violent Fray can be when fully unhinged though, there's something uncomfortable about someone seeing “him” act like that.

(Child)S’ria: Adult S'ria is mostly just sad that this one exists – there is some mortification at the idea of people seeing him have a full traumatized young child meltdown or have an unfiltered breakdown, but he can't really be upset at the alter for being so distressed.

Menphina: S'ria relies on her and feels some sort of familial love towards her. He finds her frequent presence comforting, and finds the idea of her hovering near front to be personally non-invasive. He really doesn't consider it to be a privacy concern. Now that he's doing better, he's really happy that she's been exploring her own sense of self.

Rose: This is much better than it was, but not at all fixed. S'ria resents her for her actions and for her thought processes – even knowing why she is like this on a basic level doesn't mean he understands. The fact that he remembers some of her fronts is more upsetting for him. He remembers what she was trying to do, but personally feels confused and disgusted in his perception of the experience, like the Thancred incident. (He'd really prefer not to think about how she acted in some of their earlier memories).

S’chaim: “Cringe”. S'ria finds many of his personality traits and mannerisms to be embarrassing, even if mostly harmless. It's just the preteen/teen moody vibes of it all that S'ria cringes to recall. S'chaim is still not very active and they rarely interact.

???: S'ria knows this one only fronts around very close people and slipping into this space is very cozy. He gets more comfortable, words get more difficult, and then – not him anymore, just a relaxed creature, and the vague memories later are pleasant. S'ria wouldn't mind if it spent more time with G'raha.

Fray’s Opinions: (???, ?)

S'ria: He used to not be able to defend himself as well, needed Fray's help, but they're pleased that he can stand on his own now. They are still ready to try to step in for any lapses, but they are content to be less active as time goes on. Fray does feel a certain amount of… guilt, when something happens that they could've fixed if they'd been close to awake. They could've helped S'ria during IFTC, if nothing else.

(Child)S’ria: Fray is particularly volatile with this one. He is typically in distress when fronting at all, so scaring him more or hurting him would likely send Fray into incoherent rage. Their attempts at getting S'ria's freedom as a kid didn't work, but they can pay that back now that they're strong.

Menphina: She's good – a critical part of the system. Both S'ria's need her. A part of them wishes they could be a healer like her, but they know that isn't who they are.

Rose: It's all well and good to do what she must, but putting the system in potentially dangerous situations for her own whims is unacceptable. Her wishes are utterly foreign to them.

S'chaim: These two have never interacted. Fray would step in to protect him with no judgment – he's pretty young still, not his responsibility to defend himself.

???: None of their business. As long as they are only dropping their guard among those truly trusted.

(Child)S'ria's Opinions: (~5-6, M)

(Mostly locked in place since childhood)

S'ria: The other me – the one who slept through it and grew up.

Fray: They want to protect me, I think, and I want to get out, but they keep getting me hurt when they try. They don't care about hurting the body, I think I want them to stop.

Menphina: She helps, I wish she could always be here. So nice to me, and gets rid of hurts. She's not like Ma, but somehow she is.

Rose: If… she would rather take over for that… then that's best.

S'chaim: Unaware of newer alters. Stuck in the past.

???: Unaware of newer alters. Stuck in the past.

Menphina's Opinions: (???, F)

S'ria: Proud of him, genuinely. She's been scared at times that he won't be able to recover or process, but he's managed it every time and continued to move forward. The idea of him not needing her so much is a little scary, but she's really enjoyed trying to be her own person too, outside of that.

Fray: She is so glad that they want to protect S'ria, but she has concerns. They are so determined to fight to protect S'ria that at times it feels like they forget S'ria himself will be physically harmed after the battle. Well, not that they forget but rather choosing not to care so much… Menphina is well aware what Fray would do in a no-win captive scenario, and cannot decide whether she prefers that to the system suffering again.

(Child)S’ria: Her beloved little S'ria. She cannot talk so directly with him anymore – now that he is only fronting when triggered out, he is often too distressed to even listen. But there are still moments where she can soothe him, and she misses the routine of it even if she doesn't miss that time in the slightest.

Rose: Oh, Rose. She wishes S'ria wouldn't be quite so harsh on her. She understands why S'ria is so upset, yes, but it's not Rose's fault that she hasn't figured out another way to function yet. She deserves patience and acceptance, even if some behavior is not okay.

S'chaim: Poor boy, she doesn't quite know how to help him. She doesn't know him as well as she'd like, with him being so rarely awake, and he's so standoffish at times. He accepts her comfort when he really needs it though, and that's all she can ask.

???: Good for the body's stress levels, otherwise just kind of sweet honestly 

Rose's Opinions: (~13-14, F)

S'ria: She's sorry and gets some of why S'ria is mad at her, but he doesn't understand that she only wants to help. Why won't he let her? S'ria is happy in his current place in life, would it really be so bad if she tried to make sure it was secure?

Fray: She is grateful for what they did, now that she can see more clearly, but a part of her is still horrified. It was supposed to be her as usual, and they just stepped in and… she would never like to be anywhere near front if the body is committing such raw violence again. She doesn't want to see that now, and she definitely was not prepared to witness it then. Especially not when she was still emotionally attached.

(Child)S’ria: It's… best if that one rests. On some level, she recognizes that her existence was meant to protect this alter more than any other.

Menphina: She tries. Rose appreciates that she is nice to her and willing to defend her. Rose is just confused by Menphina sometimes. She kept trying to comfort Rose when things were fine and she wasn't even upset, and insisting there was no problem seemed to only make Menphina more sad. Rose didn't like those moments very much, even if she understands a bit better now why Menphina acted like that back then.

S'chaim: Just a kid. Brat. It is entirely lost on her that he's barely younger than her.

???: Huh. Nearly the opposite somehow, but the open self indulgence is refreshing to see.

S’chaim’s Opinions: (~10-12, M)

S'ria: Resentful. S'chaim just wants to go be silly, hang out with other people his age, but S'ria insists on living a life that will never allow S'chaim peace. He just wants a simple normal life.

Fray: These two have never interacted. S'chaim cannot imagine his body being used for such terrifying power in battle – a bit impressed and scared.

(Child)S’ria: Regards him as one might a crying child at a grocery store. Likely not a happy situation for the kid, but none of S'chaim’s business.

Menphina: She's nice, but he doesn't need her help or anything. He's just fine dealing with things on his own. (And if her comforting him when he's lonely or upset helps, then he'll never admit it).

Rose: She's so embarrassing to him – he still cringes to think about her attempt with Thancred. He doesn't seem to know or truly understand her prior/original role.

???: A vague side eye in its direction

???’s Opinions: (???,?)

It regards other alters with disinterest. Either it exists, or it doesn't, it isn't interested in trying to meaningfully communicate with others inside or outside the system. This alter is not human and doesn't process any social interaction that is non-tactile. Since other headmates cannot touch it, it is fine with ignoring them.

[yellowhollyhock]

Since you seem to be an analysis expert on the 03 show. I saw someone say during the city at war arc that Raph wanted to let people die. Thoughts on this?

Kfkdjakdjdj I do enjoy analyzing, thank you for this ask

Short answer: Raph isn’t callous about people’s suffering. He would intervene if he saw someone getting hurt, he just didn’t want to go out looking for trouble. If you get rid of a bad politician does that make you thereafter morally accountable for all bad politicians whom he technically would’ve out-politicianed? Nah bro.

Long answer under the cut

The City at War arc is so interesting to me. I’m gonna try to take a fair look at it from each brother’s pov, with a main focus on Raph and Leo. Disclaimer: Raph’s position makes more sense to me and I am also writing this in his defense since the show kinda took Leo’s side.

The turtles defeated the Shredder and the city was plunged into chaos. Power vacuum yada yada, you’ve seen the episode (or if you haven’t you probably shouldn’t read this analysis). Leo’s basic position: We made a mess therefore we must fix it. Raph’s position: we did a good thing, evil still exists, we can’t be responsible for all of it.

This is really not a simple dilemma.

Leo is seeing things with a utilitarian lens; he’s judging their past actions based on the overall effect on the majority, not whether they acted with moral intentions or according to moral principles. This same approach would justify killing the Shredder, especially since they didn’t know it would cause a power vacuum. But now that their actions have led to a situation where a large number of people are (still) getting hurt, so the best possible ethical solution in Leo’s mind is to go out and finish what they started.

One thing we learn about Leo is that if he sees someone suffering, he isn’t going to ignore it. In that way we see the hero that he’s started to develop into. We also see, however, exactly how he handles guilt. And honestly, it’s not pretty. We all talk about Leo going out to look for fights later in the show after the Utroms imprison Ch’rell. Isn’t that what he’s doing here? It’s not as extreme, and it doesn’t stick out as much because he’s not as broody, but isn’t he trying to get rid of that guilty feeling by finding the end of the ‘task’ he’s set for himself? Doesn’t he feel like he failed and seems willing to do anything to make up for it? I mean, it’s not real clear what his plan is. He wants to make a difference; okay? Wasn’t he making a difference when he got rid of Shredder? Does he think is he keeps taking out the Next Worse Guy that the world will eventually run out of evil?

Of course he doesn’t cognitively think that. But he acts on it, showing perhaps somewhere inside he hopes it. And I’m a way this again shines a very positive light on him. He believes that the world can be good! And he’s ready to put in his own sweat and blood to make it that way! Maybe violence is not the way to do that, though? As they’re out doing it he does demonstrate caution and restraint. But you know. What was their other option?

The option Raph wanted was to keep going like they had been. Stick to the shadows, watch each other’s backs, and intervene with human issues if and when they’re able, rather than go out looking for problems to solve. What if everyone made that decision? To do everything we can to take good care of those close to us, and intervene when we see someone in need? It’s not a perfect philosophy either, but it’s not a solid start. It also shows a lot of growth on Raph’s part. In the past he’s handled his anger pretty much how Leo is handling his guilt: go out and see if he can find the right guy to punch to make the world make sense again. Led to some heroic moments, but maaaybe not the best philosophy to live by? I think that’s largely why he’s so against it. He sees Leo exhibiting the behaviors and traits he’s embarrassed by in himself. What he doesn’t see is how Leo is seeking connection with the world more than he ever used to, or the beautiful hope he holds. Basically, they learned from each other and they’re both thrown off by it.

We know that Mikey sees things Leo’s way. Makes sense for him because he’s already a superhero. He’s always had this idea of his family being Protectors; it’s a much more comfortable way to be separate than as Monsters. So when Leo says “here’s the mess and here’s why it’s our responsibility,” Mikey doesn’t pause to wonder where exactly Leo plans on stopping. He believes in his brother’s goodness and, like Leo, the world’s potential to run out of bad guys (again, I’m not saying they literally think that, but they hope for it, which can be both a huge source of strength and. Well. Naive). I think he’s a little more willing to see both sides—his family is central to his thinking and when Raph and Don don’t follow Leo Mikey doesn’t go after him himself. But he does want to help and tries to explain the situation to Donny.

As for Donny—I’m sure he understood the situation the first time when he heard it from Leo. During this arc we see him mostly stepping back and waiting to see what the family decides. However, may I point out, based on the way Don’s acted in the past when he sees people in trouble, especially if he feels responsible, I think we’d know if he thought what Leo was saying made any sense. His initial passivity towards the whole situation is, in a way, as loud and clear as Raph’s protests.

While Leo takes a utilitarian approach, Donny is looking at this as a Pacifist (he identifies himself as a Pacifist, I think he also explains in an intro or two that he’d rather find solutions besides fighting, also I’m basing this somewhat on Mirage Don because, 2003 is somewhat based on Mirage). His guiding principle is that you should never commit violence unless you’ve exhausted other options. Which, you know. It happens to them kind of a lot that they’ve exhausted other options. So I don’t imagine he’s real thrilled that in a rare moment of peace, Leo wants to go out and Find a fight.

But after Mikey talks to him we know that all three of them end up going after Leo, and ultimately all decide to fight alongside him.

This is one of my favorite Mikey and Donny moments tbh. With Leo off on his own and Raph siding with Splinter, Donny kinda has all the power in the familial politics in that moment. If he asked Mikey not to go after Leo, he wouldn’t. If he asked Raph to go—well, he did. I think Don mainly made that decision because he’s worried about what would happen to Leo if he’s alone. I think Mikey also played a big role though. Because even if he doesn’t agree with them ethically (and there really isn’t a simple answer they’re all right and they’re all wrong), he can see that it’s important to his brothers. If Donny has chosen to insist on staying, Mikey would have felt he had to because that’s the closest option he can have to his family being whole (hopefully Leo would come around), and thus he would be prevented from doing what he really believes in. If there’s anyone Donny would never put in that position no matter how much he disagrees with them, it’s Mikey.

And if there’s anything that could get through to Raph while he’s so frazzled over Leo fighting with him and determined to do what he believes is right (and he’s not wrong!), it’s a gentle suggestion from Donny (who he knows is on his side in this one) that even if they don’t get it, they should help if it’s really that important to Leo and Mikey.

But you know who is actually the only one who is able to change Raph’s mind? Like for real, not temporary placating him and inevitably leading towards another blow up (from him and Leo, Raph is not the only one losing his temper here)?

Master Splinter. Splinter, who has been very vocally on Raph’s side and against Leo on this issue. And whose teachings and rules so often clash uncomfortably with Raph’s personal values. Both of them are very aware that there is no end of Next Worse Guys, and that they have to prioritize their family’s safety because no one else in the world will. I honestly think that just as much as Splinter is the only one who could reach Raph, Raph is the only one who could change Splinter’s mind on this. I so wish we’d seen that conversation on screen. It would’ve been a great chance for Splinter to acknowledge some of his blind spots as a parent (so much of passing down fear), and for us to see Raph open and willing to accept his wisdom. Also Splinter helping Raph with his emotions. Literally the opportunity was right there. (Someday I’ll write it)

Anyway I’m sure Raph and Splinter talked about how they couldn’t stand idly. They agreed it wasn’t their fight to begin with, but Leo’s going anyway and you know what? Who really cares whose fault it was? If we can do some good let’s go out and do some good

(Again I don’t personally think going out to hit some more guys ultimately does that much good in the world and if I were the judge I’d be in the same page as Raph and Donny, about achieving peace by living peacefully and taking care of your people rather than by getting rid of the Problematic Guys, of whom the world will literally never run out, but that’s kind of what makes TMNT so compelling to me because they are trying so hard to live peacefully and keep getting pulled into these situations and fighting is the skill they have so of course it’s what they use and it’s really beautiful that they take such a an awful hand and try so hard to play as fairly as they can—)

I have to stop here or who knows where this could go

[shesmellsspoiled]

prom night and the days that follow

he was leaving.

me, this town, us. the thoughts of all the time we’ve spent together fills me with the feeling of sadness. but he has to do this. i know it’s for a good cause because without this bonnie could be exposed for her magic and the rest of the town goes down with her. i know we can’t let that happen but i can’t bare the thought of losing him as he goes to battle with those sirens. those evil souls that rid me of my one true love, but i haven’t told him that just yet.

we’ve been friends for a while and realizing i liked him wasn’t easy. but coming to the realization that i loved him was even more difficult. i’ve never loved anyone before. yeah, i dated matt but he was mostly a teenage fling and for stefan was nice and all but i had to break it off once i started liking his brother. i have the respect to at least do that.

prom is coming up in my high school and it’s important i go because to be completely overly honest i haven’t participated in many of the senior activities at mystic falls high school. but the only person i want to go with is damon and i just need the balls to confess and finally spend time with him before he leaves and risks his life so selflessly.

i sigh and get the random urge of confidence that i need: now the only thing left to do, confess.

i know he’s in his room right now packing his things for his trip. or less of a trip and more of a drive down to hell. mostly my hell. he doesn’t seem very scared, mostly confident which confuses me but it’s damon and he’s most likely hiding how he feels. i know him too well for someone that isn’t even dating him. that and the fact that i dated his brother.

i walk up to the wooden, dark tanned door and prepare myself to knock. but before i could do so the door swings open and surprises me so much i jump. damon laughs and invites me in.

“you know, it’s not very smart to try and sneak up on a vampire. you know they have super hearing abilities”

“okay smart guy.” i take a breath and he notices the look on my face. probably the adrenaline rush of what i’m about to say.

“is everything okay? you seem a bit nervous” he says looking me up and down and making sure i don’t make any sudden movements like faint or

throw up on him. he’s funny like that. i like that he notices things about me before i even notice them myself. maybe it’s because he’s a vampire and have come accustomed to reading people’s emotions or the common human traits, but nevertheless stephen wasn’t like this. and i felt comfortable around damon, i feel like i can tell him anything.

another breath and i sit down on the bed as casually as possible. “i want you to take me to my prom”

“are you asking or demanding?” he jokes and i laugh but i’m embarrassed at the way i said that and almost back out and say it was a joke.

before i can respond, he says, “i would love to take you to prom, but i must ask, why do you want to go with me? i mean stefan would’ve probably been a better candidate, don’t you think?”

i want to confess now but the words seem to almost refuse to leave my mouth. “well.. since you’re leaving for a while, i just thought it would be nice to spend time together, you know? just a friendly little hang out and you can act like a teenager for a day.” before he can respond i add, “and we don’t have to dance or any of that stuff. we could just sit and talk and enjoy the music and punch”

“okay, elena. i will go to prom with you” he says calmly in almost a reassuring way that he actually would enjoy going with me, which almost makes me blush but i can’t do so without blowing my cover.

“thank you. i anticipate we will have a great time”

i turn to leave his room before he says “what’s the theme”

“winter wonderland”. and as corny as it sounds i know caroline put a lot of time and energy into planning it. so either way i know it’s going to be beautiful and turn out amazing, like always.

i finally can breathe normally again once i get outside to the fresh, cool air. i’ve never been so excited and nervous at the same time.

the day finally rolls around and i’m getting ready for the evening of a lifetime. i put on a white gown with blue bows in my hair and draw little snowflakes on my cheeks with eyeliner. i love getting dressed up but i’m most comfortable in my usually jeans and a cami top.

i walk over to the salvatore home and knock three times, per usual. i hear the footsteps as they step toward the door. the creaking of the door following quickly after.

“come on in”

“don’t mind if i do” i respond and walk inside, carefully, as to not to fall with these heels.

“you look beautiful. here, i got you this white corsage to go with your dress. sorry if it’s not what you were expecting”. he looks down at it as if i would hate it.

“i love it, damon. you’re so sweet”. this compliment repeats over and over in my head and i let myself blush this time around.

i think he notices since he grabs my hand and puts the corsage on, so carefully.

he opens the car door for me and i get in. he shuts it and walks over to the driver’s seat as my cheeks get rosier and i internally scream out of excitement.

we buckle in for the short ride to the high school. i can’t believe i’m graduating already, seems too good to be true.

we make it to the prom and just as i thought, the place was so wonderfully decorated. i know caroline and she’s always been amazing at these sort of things. always pays the closest attention to detail.

the palms of my hand get sweaty and i’m nervous he will notice as he grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers.

i giggle as i say “thank you for coming with me”

the parking lot of the school is empty as we came a bit earlier to help set up, although caroline barely needed any. i need to tell him.

“i have to tell you something. it’s embarrassing and stupid but i feel like i need to.”

damon makes eye contact with me and then looks at our hands. “i know. and i feel the same way”

i blush and hug him. so tight that he acts like he’s being suffocated and i roll my eyes as i let go.

“you’re so dramatic”. i continue, “so what does this mean exactly?”

damon takes a step forward, separating the space that was once there. the grand my face so gently and pulls me in my lips to his. i feel his soft touch against me and let out a giggle once we depart.

i giggle but can’t muster any words for a while after.

“i do like you, elena. but i mustn’t forget that i’m leaving and can’t be distracted from the things i must be the upmost focused on.

i feel my face turn into a frown and sadness sets in before i completely shut down and can’t seem to say anything more.

“i know. but it’s the sad truth. i must wait to know if i will survive this and be able to come back to this small town. i want to live the rest of your life with you and devote myself to this eternal happiness but you must understand my motive here.

“i do.” i let out a cry and he holds me in a hug for a while. he lets go and i see tears form in his eyes.

“but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend the night together. we’ll have the best time and we’ll dance and drink punch. we’ll talk and we can put this on hold. but don’t wait for me. if you fall in love with another while i’m gone i will understand.”

“love?”

“yes, love”.

“do you love.. me?”

“yes, my love. of course i do. you’re the only girl i’ve ever loved and will ever love. i’ll live an eternity of you in my thoughts and my heart.”

“i love you”

“i love you too. forever and always”

[people-are-strange-87]

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

Juliet was sitting on top of her rental car. It had been an hour since she had taken the wrong exit off route 101 and it was now dark. It was only six o’clock so she decided to look at the stars a while before she drove into the next town to find a place to stay. She had her phone stolen in San Jose and only had limited money so she’d have to find a job.

The sound of motorcycles interrupted her peace, it wasn’t all too surprising as she hadn’t moved that far away from the road. What was surprising, however, was that these motorists stopped beside her. They clearly knew the area, she assumed they must be locals. “Hey doll!” One of them called up at her as he stepped off the bike, “What are you doing out here?” She waved with a shy smile, “Just enjoying the view” Another wolf whistled at this comment, “I’m liking the view from here” The comment caused Juliet to blush as she hid her face in her hands. “Don’t go shy now, darlin’” A third voice cooed causing her to redden even more “You’re totally bodacious, babe! Like your bod is killer!” Juliet looked up confused, all embarrassment forgotten. “…what?” The four guys burst out laughing, she presumed it was because she had a habit of scrunching her nose up when she was confused. Her mum always made fun of the trait. “Meanies!” she muttered, not thinking they would hear her. Suddenly they were all climbing onto the roof, “Aww, did we upset you, angel?” He cooed at her again, holding her wrist so she couldn’t cover her face. His brown eyes gazed into her hazel ones intently. She felt her face heat up as she nodded. A cackled laugh made her jump, “You psyched her out, Marko! She’s wigging out!” “So, princess, Marko was calling you beautiful. He said your body was gorgeous. And I have to agree with him, you are absolutely perfect” His explanation was soft and gentle as he caressed her face. As soon as he had released her wrists, she brought a hand to her mouth and began picking at the chapped skin on her lips. “Stop that. You’ll hurt yourself, sweetheart”

The bikers had checked her into a motel about half an hour ago with a promise to return with food. Juliet was putting her clothes away with a dance as she sang. Completely unaware the door had opened. “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said” She took a breath and her volume doubled, “Marry me, Juliet! You’ll never have to be alone! I love you and that’s all I really know!” “Nice singing, babe” She jumped as there was a voice from the door, causing her to drop the clothes in her hands. She immediately turned a bright shade of pink as she tried to pick them up.

In a few strides, there were a pair of hands there to collect the fabrics for her. “We didn’t mean to startle you, princess. You were adorable dancing around in your own world” He leant close to her, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke into her ear - his voice deep and soft. She was certain she was as red as a rose at this point, all words lost in the moment.

[robotlesbianjavert]

shigaraki was what got you into bnha, but what made spinner your favorite? (and if you want, opinions on the each member of league?)

look at you remembering the lore

well one of spinner's appealing traits was that he was clearly smitten with shigaraki which put him in my good books as someone who was originally reading for shigaraki. in that same vein, he held a character trait that's always a win with me, being a gay evil lil minion. it's so good when born henchman is clearly desperate to get railed by his boss.

but more than that, for spinner to have struck me and be my special guy for like four years now, is how easy it would have been to write a character like spinner out or just leave him as a fully sidelined character, and how that didn't happen. instead MVA is used to develop and settle the purpose of spinner's character alongside shigaraki, in a way that built off and recontextualised the bits of character from prior in the story, and ended up being a consistent thread throughout the rest of the story, constantly reinforced literally every time he appeared. like regardless of spinner's status among readers there is genuine attention and care for him except for when he was rendered unable to give an opinion to counter shouji despite being the only character capable of really talking about the heteromorph discrimination in an interesting way but whatever i still got chapter 373

also it helped that when MVA was ongoing there was only like one other person posting regularly about the arc who seemed to see the same thing in the character i did (@codenamesazanka hiiiiii <3) so i got a nice little contrarian thrill when everyone else was So Wrong. remember how many people were convinced spinner was going to betray the league to the mla. remember how there are still people who think that spinner's main character trait is being a stain fanboy. i get a lil huff when i think about how i know him so much better than the masses.

i feel like there's more that i can say about spinner and how much he's always going to be my most special boy one of my all time legends but i'll end up crying and that's so embarrassing. rest of the league under the cut.

moonfish. he's so funny. he was on death row and he eats people but he's still concerned with a job well done. what's his story.

mustard. also so funny. i think more should be said about how this middle school kid got a gun and joined a terrorist group and is genuinely trying to commit murder and he is just in middle school. or just about to leave it. it's clearly cowardice that stops the story from calling back to him this middle school terrorist and why he's doing what he's doing, much like toga stabbing her crush a lil like we need some context.

muscular is the funniest character bar none in the entire manga. he's got special fake eyes. he's super chill about the world being kill or be killed. i want to go out for drinks with him so fucking bad. he was BORN in a baby fighting ring why won't anyone acknowledge it. i think he should have his own spin off. i think he should be allowed to kill deku. and kouta for good measure.

magne was the smartest and most proactive character in the league. the way she deduced that deku must have beat muscular and that he had to be taken out, coming up with a plan during kamino when bakugou & co were blasting off ruined only by mt. lady, immediately recognizing that overhaul was full of shit and moving to deal with him. her only mistake was not realising that closing in on a guy whose quirk she didn't know might be risky. genuinely still mourning her, and i think there would have been a really fascinating story in her if she stuck around longer. for example, as someone very proactive, how would she have taken shigaraki's lollygagging in the post-overhaul pre-mla era? at the very least, i wish the league would think back on her more often.

dabi, i'm still an avowed hater, but i more cool with him now that we know his full backstory. i appreciate that he's not a momma's boy or a nobly suffering big brother, there's something sad and real and understandable about his desperation to be seen, his fears of being discarded. still my least favourite character though. i've seen people be like "oh you really have to read between the lines to understand him, he's not what he seems on the surface, blah blah" you don't need to read between any more lines than any other character. all dabi ships suck so bad except for dabi/skeptic not joking.

mr compress is so funny bro he took out his ass to save the league. i'm not really into dadpress headcanons but i do appreciate the little ways you can see compress caring about the league before his big sacrifice play. i'm very much like waiting with held breath to see if we get anything more about him before the story ends - i want to know the backstory and how it led him to the league soooo fucking bad. also anytime we get lore about society from the villains it's so good it's literally the best. i have a lot of hopes laying with him right now.

twice. said it before i'll say it again, he's the best written character in the series no contest. no time was wasted with him, something was developed with him every appearance, and the only thing detracting from how well done his death was done was how fucking bad a character hawks is. i was literally nauseous for two weeks after he was killed but unlike a lot of people i think, it was something i fully expected after his development in mva. i do absolutely hate when fans obsessed with power scaling are like "horikoshi made twice too op that's why he was killed off" NO everything with twice was purposeful and evocative. except for the aftermath where twice's murder ended up being tangential for everyone except toga. but that's not twice's fault it's hawks', for being an insanely badly written character. i miss him.

toga. well. it's so funny than the murderous blood-drinking girly girl ended up being the best written female character of the entire series. lmao. i like how she is the most normal teenage girl in the world. blood drinking and all. i would like the quirk counseling to be explored more and made a thing that characters recognize happened to her. but i guess sidelining it helps with the castielification. there's actually more i can say about her but overall Love and she's never going to die.

shigaraki. shigaraki......................chapter 379 was so satisfying. if deku ruins him i'm killing for real. too much to say so i'll stick with Love and he's never going to die.

gigantomachia counts i love him he's so moe. he shoulda squashed shinsou like a bug.

[blissfullyapillow]

hello! I hope you are doing fantastically well

If at all possible, I would like to request a romantic genshin impact and honkai star rail matchup, please and thank you!

take care now <3

- ⭐

basics !

- orientation. . . demisexual & straight

- pronouns. . . she/her

- aspiring archeologist , currently majoring in anthropology (:

- dislikes. . . hot weather, waffles, centipedes, flies, wasps, not being listened to or understood, silent treatment, politics, being blamed for something I did not do, feeling helpless, embarrassment, injustice, inequality & inequity, not being taken seriously, building, wood working, arrogance, parties / social gatherings, disrespect, misunderstandings, small talk, meaningless interactions / conversations

- loves. . . my friends <3, funny people, laughing, seeing people laugh, prehistoric & ancient history, literature, poetry, meteorology, astronomy, the arts, learning, researching, nature, flowers, cats & dogs, whales, the night sky, sunrises & sunsets, storms, early mornings, snow, long walks, heavy rain, documentaries, comedy, sarcasm, exploring, traveling, table / card games, being outside while it is raining, watermelon & red raspberries, pastries

- discomforts. . . alcohol, substance usage, being watched, certain physical touch (not used to it and uncomfortable experiences in the past. would be okay with it in an established relationship but I'll be wary and very shy about it, and I'll hardly ever initiate it)

- hobbies / activities. . . acrylic painting, charcoal & pastel drawing, marching band color guard, reading, talking to & hanging out with friends, hiking, roller skating, listening to music, going for walks, ceramics, sightseeing

- sense of humor... bantering, making snarky & witty comebacks, sarcasm, lighthearted teasing, random usage of early modern english & fancy words (ex. stupendously, indubitably, thy, thou, "woe is me", thee, thine, "thou must make haste!", whilst)

personality !

- mbti. . . infj

- enneagram. . . 5w4

- moral alignment. . . neutral good

- astro chart. . . libra sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising

rest of my chart, if you so wish to use: scorpio mercury, sagittarius venus & pluto, taurus mars, leo saturn, aquarius neptune, pisces uranus, libra jupiter

- how others describe me. . . very nice, funny, reserved, an old soul, a safe haven, cute, talented in the arts, intelligent / smart, clever, very wise, I'm like an older sister, anxious, intimidating, quiet, too hard on myself, perfectionist, a very good listener, caring, patient

relationship preferences !

- love language. . . giving: quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service. receiving: words of affirmation, gift giving, physical touch

- traits I look for. . . intelligent / smart, caring, patient, responsible, respectful, funny, gentle

Notes: Thanks for requesting a matchup ⭐!! I hope you like who I matched you with <3

What I think your relationship will sound like: Aventurine ┆ Kamisato Ayato

Masterlist

🂺.☘︎ ݁˖ಇ.๋࣭⟡

I match you with: Aventurine

Credits: @/dihcake on pinterest

🂺.☘︎ ݁˖ಇ.๋࣭⟡

I match you with Aventurine!

Now, at first you may be apprehensive of him, and vice versa. Aventurine doesn’t exactly go out of his way to make himself out to be a wonderful upstanding guy.

Despite that, a chance encounter puts each of you on each other’s radar. During one of your travels, you were taking part in a leisurely card game. A card game that had your life on the line, unbeknownst to you. You were playing against some shady characters that Aventurine happened to need something from. 

He subtly informed you of the stakes at hand before he asked to be your partner, guaranteeing you a win with an absurd amount of confidence and charm. Thankfully you listened to him, and as a result you escaped what could’ve been a very bad situation for you. 

You gave him your thanks, but before you could leave he asked to exchange contact information just in case anything came up. You hesitantly agreed before being on your way, only to have many chance encounters with him frequently afterwards.

You found this to be more than suspicious, so you kept your guard up around him. Aventurine had no plans to get close to you, but he was ordered by the IPC to ensure your safety after the incident. Despite your apprehensions of each other, you two end up getting along quite well, and your relationship soon blossoms into something more. 

Aventurine quickly learned you harbor many, many interests. He found himself drawn to that aspect of yourself, and he often asked you to talk about your interests just so he could watch the wonderful expressions your face created as you adamantly discussed them.

One time you mentioned your hobby of roller skating, and Aventurine asked for you to teach him. Lets just say he can easily beat you at card games, but you hold the trophy when it comes to roller skating, if his many near falls prove to be any indication.

It takes quite a long time for Aventurine to form any sort of attachment with you, but once he does? Oh boy. Expect multiple gifts delivered at your doorstep many times a week. It got to the point the delivery person knew what hours you’d most likely be home, so they’d deliver it right to you to avoid any potential problems.

Aventurine is very fond of your company. You feel like the warm home he never had; the sweet embrace of a lover finally found, after many long years of enduring all sorts of mistreatment. 

Speaking of a lover’s embrace, neither you or Aventurine were willing to make the first move initiating physical touch. It just so happened you slipped and fell backwards one evening, and he was quick to catch you. It was a simple touch of his hands against your shoulders, yet the two of you found yourselves immensely flustered.

Going forward, Aventurine will always lightly rest his hand on your shoulder whenever he wants to initiate physical touch. You find the act very endearing, but you really appreciate it. 

You each have your own apprehensions and struggles that you support each other through. Aventurine is always there for you when you start being a bit too hard on yourself, and you’re always there to reassure him that his presence in your life is akin to the warm sun’s rays shining down on you. 

You two often engage in playful bickering and sarcasm. Sometimes you surprise Aventurine with your language. You were both running late to catch your ride back home, when you yelled to Aventurine “Thou must make haste!!” Your words, coupled with your frantic expression, had Aventurine beside himself with laughter.

To this day, Aventurine doubles over in laughter whenever he remembers that moment. 

You and Aventurine are very understanding of each other, creating an unbreakable, strong bond between the two of you. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

As you walk beside Aventurine, a new song starts to play. You, with one ear piece, recognize it immediately as your favorite song. You softly begin to hum under your breath.

Aventurine, with the other ear piece, turns to admire you as you walk side by side. 

“My, is this song a favorite of yours? You sure seem fond of it.” You smile at him, nodding your confirmation. For some reason, Aventurine shows signs of being flustered; his cheeks warm and his hand in yours feels a bit clammy. 

“.. Is the song okay?” You ask in concern. Aventurine mumbles his approval, before releasing your hand. He places his hand on your shoulder, to which you smile. He brings you towards him to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“You just looked really cute enjoying yourself, I can’t help admiring such beauty at my side.” Your reaction is everything and more Aventurine could’ve hoped for. He grins before taking hold of your hand once more.

You two continue your peaceful walk as the sun shines down on the two of you.

*♡⸝⸝🧋°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I match you with: Kamisato Ayato

Credits: @/jojoswft · ele/dele/-o on pinterest

*♡⸝⸝🧋°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･    

I match you with boba loving Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato!

Funny enough, the two of you met at a social gathering. You were not enjoying yourself, as expected, so you excused yourself to wait outside until your ride came. That’s when you met the head of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayato himself. 

Your recognized how important of a person he is, so you kept to your own little corner as you waited for your ride. Regrettably, you receive a messaged a few moments later saying your ride could not make it to your location anytime soon.

With a groan of annoyance, you had to rack your brain for another method of getting home. Ayato heard the frustrated sound you emitted, and curiously asked you what the problem was. Before you knew it, you were being driven home as you sat beside Kamisato Ayato. 

He actually took the effort to make meaningful conversation with you, which you appreciated. When you got home, you didn’t expect to ever see him again, so you bid your farewells. 

Little did you know, the two of you would become an important person in each other’s lives.

Ayato enjoys listening to you speak about meteorology, as well as other topics he doesn’t have a lot of knowledge in. If you’re not careful, he’ll leave you a rattled mess as he gazes at you lovingly, savoring each and every moment of your explanations. 

You both share a distaste for hot weather, so Ayato took it upon himself to buy a fan for you. The fan is very pricey and intricate in design, so you tried to refuse the gift, only to end up with a matching umbrella. The two of you make for quite the sight together on a hot sunny day, but you couldn’t care less since the heat is significantly less under the shade of the umbrella. 

There was one instance where you were talking to a potential business partner on Ayato’s behalf, since he was running late. You simply relayed the message, yet the business partner refused to listen to you and spoke to you as if you were incompetent. You were fuming, and if Ayato hadn’t stepped in you would’ve said something you would have regretted.

Well, maybe the man would’ve gotten off easier if it was you who had dealt with him. Oh, the absolute fury on Ayato’s face when he stepped up behind you. The insults you heard effortlessly leave Ayato’s lips made you blush and giggle. You almost felt sorry for the man. 

Almost.

Ayato is very fond of teasing you, but he knows his boundaries and when to stop. He enjoys your snarky and witty comebacks, if anything he derives a strange joy from it. He adores your random usage of early modern English. You two can have conversations composed of absurdly fancy and intricate words, only for it to end the same way it always starts; with the two of you hunched over in mirth.

Ayato treats you like an absolute treasure, often gifting you with not only physical things, but with words as well. He appreciates your efforts to spend time with him more than you’ll ever know. 

It’s one of the many reasons he’s fallen so hopelessly in love with you.

🫧ᰔ𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Oh, did you make this? It looks absolutely stunning, just like yourself might I add.” Ayato’s suave words bring a cheeky smile to your lips. “Mhm. I created it with you in mind, actually.” Your words color his face with surprise.

“I see..” He leans in to admire your work closely, and your proximity to him causes your heart to race. No matter how long the two of you have been together, he never fails to make your heart a pounding, fluttering mess.

“This is lovely, Y/n. I’m proud of you.” His words caused your entire person to light up, emitting a dazzling glow that would put the sun to shame. 

“I think you’ve done enough work for today, why don’t you spend the rest of the day in my arms? Hm?” Ayato opens his arms wide for you to come into, and you waste no time leaning into his warm embrace. 

His heart races beneath your ear, and a soft smile lights your face up once more. Ayato sports a similar love stricken expression as he looks at you, pride etched elegantly on his features. 

Dedicated to,

 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ⭐⭑.ᐟ

[kafkaoftherubble]

以前真的

Lyishere clipped this Throwback status from her Facebook. Relevant back in 2011, relevant right now too.

But damn. "Cakap saja lah"? "我听你吹？" "That's what she said?"

I know our memories had given me the impression that younger us were quite delighted to be sarcastic, but I still kinda reeled. Huh.

But then again, one of our cherished memories, apparently, was us commenting under Dorkula's heart-wringing, uber-agitated, almost suicide-baiting j'accuse in her blog. After blud went on about how pained and enraged she was at being demoted to the second-elite class instead of The Elites Of the School because she's actually Very Smart, Hardworking, Model Student who should not be with those below her academic standards, the Lyn back then left a comment: "If you're really a genius, you must have already known it's been a month. Give it a rest, milady. Sincerely, The Dumb Peasant Who Understands How Scarce Everyone's IQ Point Really Is"

We would have forgotten all about that if it weren't for Dork to deadass named Ken in her entry, with the title being "____ ___ is A Liar." And then Ken, now a practicing lawyer, had his client find out about this stupid blog entry of a 16-year-old and actually brought this as some... issue. And then Ken had to contact Dork, with both of them being forced to read this embarrassing piece of Personal Dark History, and of course Dork told me about it and I told Lyi because what else is a Best Friend even for, and then she found the same dumb entry, and then found the only comment left there... by Past Me.

Sometimes people ask, "What would you wish to tell your past self?"

And I really don't know. The Past Me and I are two different people. We share a history and some traits, but we also have wildly different attitudes and manners and ways of framing the world. I guess I will tell them whatever I think they need to hear at that moment—not dissimilar to whatever I think my current friends need to hear at this moment if they ask me to say something.

I wonder if they will like having me around; Past Lyndises weren't always that warmed up to Fionn. They thought he was annoying with his stupid, monkish adherence to Being Good and his irritating lionization of "compassion." Also, their favorite Fionn is Fionn-tearing-up, because tears are—

Well, sometimes, see, crying men are—

I mean, well—

Never mind.

Interesting, right, guys? Crying women don't provoke the same sort of feeling at all. I'll guess it's because Mom and Middle Sis were always fucking crying hysterically and weaponizing it. Mom used to pair it with a helping of suicide baiting too! Remember when our sisters just uselessly cried, and it was up to us to check in on her ever 30 minutes when she locked herself in the room after threatening to kill herself, and we had to lie on our stomachs to peer through the bottom crack of the door, and induce from the pattern of her shadow reflected off the wooden floor to see if she was really doing it or false alarm?

And then if we thought she was doing it, we would hum a random song loudly enough for her to hear it, so she would feel annoyed because not all of her daughters were distressed and fearful of her threat, and opened the door wide to tell us to shut the fuck up? It was such a good way to keep her alive! Or maybe she never wanted to go through with her threats and it didn't matter if we hum a song or not. People are rather confusing, huh?

When women cry, it just annoyed the fuck out of us. It just looks like the embodiment of uselessness. The futility of emotions. How the hell is it solving jackshit? So past Lyns sometimes take it out on Fionn instead. They made him suffer the anxiety and distress and fear these people put us through. They stayed unperturbed while Fionn's reduced to a shivering, crying, injured boy. Watching him cry calmed them down, 'cause he's cute when he cries. And it distracted them from the sort of crying that is noisy, useless, and emotionally manipulative. Three birds one stone.

... Damn it, I can't even think back on our collective past without remembering what we made him go through. And while I agree that, pragmatically speaking, it's a good thing we took it out on him most of the time instead of on our own sisters (and never on ourselves) back then, because "I don't really exist as a person anyway," but... I don't care if you don't "exist" in the eyes of the world, man. You're not me! You're stuck with me! Since I don't know when! It doesn't matter if no one knows you or acknowledges you. We have always thought of you as a person of your own right, and it's under that same mindset that we exploited you. You're capable of being in pain. You're capable of suffering!

I mean, but then again, scientifically, you're also not...

Ugh. Thinking about what could be up with us always elicits some deep-seated fear. Why? Even I'm scared. I rather not know. But that's not like us at all. We always want to know. We're curious! But this? This line of investigation... it's somehow terrifying. It makes my chest hurt. It causes psychosomatic symptoms like hyperventilation and all, and it starts with you. What's up with that?

Man, I should stop. I rather work than dwell on this!

[femmmie]

Feet 3 aka Step on me

The thrilling conclusion to this trilogy. In reality, these were three independent stories, and I greatly enjoyed exploring the different ships and shoe sizes ;o) please let me know what you thought and what I shall do next this kinktober because I am running out of ideas fast!

"Hey," Damien said, a bit embarrassed but also joking, as he entered the apartment.

"Hey."

The tall woman was clad in beautiful black lingerie and a thin, long mantle made out of lace. She was barefoot and still almost twice his size.

"Shall I.. shall I lay down?"

"You just got here, are you in such a hurry?" A warm smile played on her face and it seemed like sparks were shooting out of her squinting yet beaming eyes.

"You look beautiful tonight," Damien didn't dare to look down from her face but his peripheral vision screamed at him look! Look at this wonderful woman!

"Oh, shut up," she laughed. "I'll get you a drink."

When her gaze left him and she walked into the other room, Damien finally dared to look. Long legs, wide hips, a beautiful waist and smooth, soft arms clothed by that mantle... Damien thought he must be dreaming to be in the presence of such divinity. Her hair dark brown and shiny, Amanda was a vision. A barefoot vision.

He had jokingly suggested she could step on him while playing Baldur's Gate together. Of course he was joking unless she would like the idea. And just as he started his "just kidding"-spiel, she said "Okay!" And they had briefly kissed. No grand declaration of love, just a sweet exchange.

Amanda reappeared and Damien was starstruck all over again. He kept blinking but her radiance was just too much.

"Hey."

Amanda had put down the two vodka martini's on a cabinet and cupped Damien's face, forcing him to look at her. They were nose to nose.

"I want you to enjoy this," she said smiling.

"If it's too much please tell me, then we will stop okay? You can stop and leave here any time you want."

"Thank you Amanda, that is so considerate of you," Damien replied. "But I don't want to be anywhere else right now than with you."

Amanda's cutesy smile made way for a more seductive expression.

"Well then, cheers my darling."

They emptied their glasses a bit fast and walked into the living room. Amanda had moved the table to the side and a comfortable looking rug lay there.

"You can lay down now."

Damien complied and lay down with his back to the ceiling. Oh God, her feet were about to touch him. She had such delicate feet for a woman her height, and he wanted her to stand on him so badly. He almost cried he was so lucky.

"Is this okay?"

"It's perfect, thank you. Thank you so much."

Amanda stood on Damien's back with her full weight, and walked around on him a bit.

"Oh, Amanda I'm so happy I feel so fulfilled. I want to be nothing but to be the ground under your beautiful feet, my princess, my queen."

"I could get used to that," Amanda flirted. "I'm not hurting you?"

"No, it feels great, relaxing, as if I am one with the universe. And you are the constellation keeping everything in its right place."

Amanda laughed, not at Damien but with him. She had gotten used to his nerdy traits and had accepted all his eccentricities thus far. What a woman!

After thirty minutes or so, Amanda stepped onto the rug again. She went to sit next to him cross-legged. Damien did not get up for another five.

He let out a deep sigh as he sat up.

"Whats the matter my love?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just that... I'd like to be under you at all times. But I rationally get why that's impossible. But emotionally I'm craving it, you know."

"Yeah, I get it," Amanda said and kissed him chastely on his lips. "This is nice."

"It is, let's sit here for a while."

Damien took one of Amanda's feet in his lap and massaged it.

"I love your feet so much."

He kissed her foot and inhaled as he did it, a luscious flowery scent dizzying him close to Nirvana.

"I'm sure they like you too," Amanda joked lovingly.

[tighnara]

hello!! i saw that you were down for requests and instantly had the idea of reader being someone who likes to sing to themselves? Like they'll be doing something and without knowing it be singing a song. I do it all the time, especially when I'm focusing! The only character I have in mind is Kaeya so you can add whatever characters you want 🌸🌸🌸

Hey there! Ah YESS that's such an adorable trait, I love it! 🤍 Let's do this hehe I'm also gonna add Childe and Zhongli! (as always haha) 🌼 @milkyway-personas

..and now I hear a symphony

... how they react to you singing to yourself

✧ genshin men x gn!reader

✧ featuring: kaeya, childe, zhongli

✧ warnings: none ♡

Kaeya

✧ Despite being by your side for quite some time now, he never noticed this habit of yours until recently. Maybe that was because he never really got the chance to catch you off guard just like he did right now.

✧ He is on his way to work when he notices that he left some important documents at home, which is why he turns around and quickly makes his way to your shared apartment again, slightly annoyed because he is definitely gonna be late for work. He doesn't waste any more time, immediately grabbing the papers that he left on the kitchen table before, already making his way out the door again when he suddenly hears a low humming coming from your bedroom. He frowns and decides to check up on you, making his way to the source of the humming as quiet as possible.

✧ Suddenly his work isn't so important anymore and he ignores that he should really get going. I mean, how could he? Instead he lingers at the door, silently listening to the sound of your voice, low humming slowly getting louder as your singing echoes through the apartment. He can't help but smile, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows as he gets lost in the sweet sound of the voice that he loves so dearly.

✧ You would think that he is going to make some kind of cocky remarks and interrupt you at some point, but NO, not this time. He is not even bothered by the fact that you don't notice his presence. In fact he is actually glad that you don't notice him because he doesn't want this moment to end.

✧ He never told you about this, too afraid of ruining it for you and making you feel embarrassed. Also because, ever after this day, he makes sure to pay attention to you whenever he notices you focusing on something, hoping to hear your sweet voice again. You don't even have to be good at singing because every little sound, no matter how bad it might be, makes his heart flutter in excitement. And once he starts pays attention to it, he catches you singing quite often, asking himself how he could have missed that before.

✧ You never understood why he suddenly started calling you his "little songbird" but you don't really mind it, thinking it is a lot cuter than the nicknames he usually gives you, which are more often than not used for teasing you.

✧ "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the little show you put on for me, my little songbird."

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Childe

✧ It is no secret that he adores literally everything about you, from the way your cheeks turn red whenever he teases you to the warmth of your soft hands whenever he needs to feel you close to him. So it is really no surprise that he finds this especially cute.

✧ "What was that?" he asks when he hears you singing for the first time. He takes a look around him, searching for you. He was so focused on writing a letter to his family that he didn't really pay attention to you. At least until he saw you standing in the kitchen, cleaning the stove thoroughly while singing a song he recognized almost immediately. You must have picked it up the last time Teucer visited you two.

✧ Doesn't waste any time, dropping his pen and making his way to the kitchen to greet you with a big smile on his face. Not only did you sing in front of him for the first time, it also seems like you are learning more about his culture, which makes his heart race. Your pronunciation is far from perfect but that just makes him adore you even more, knowing that you try your best. He can't help but let his thoughts wander until he snaps out of his trance and pulls you into his arms, nutzling his face into your neck.

✧ "How can you do this to my weak heart, huh? Being all cute and giving me a heartattack."

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Zhongli

✧ Being the attentive person he is, he thought that he knew everything about you. Every of your cute little habits that make his heart flutter like the one of a young man in love, he paid attention to, trying to learn more and more about you.

✧ Though you eventually proved him wrong, catching him by surprise as you pass him, making your way to the living room, singing a calm melody while being completely lost in thought. You don't even notice the way he slowly closes the book he was reading until you entered the room, his curious gaze lingering on you as you keep singing to yourself.

✧ He wonders what made you do that. Are you focused? Happy? He doesn't know. Over the next couple of weeks he notices that you start singing quite often and it also seems to be the same song everytime. He has to admit that he found a liking to it. Your sweet melody reminds him of warm days in spring, your voice being the wind that envelops him with warmth whenever he hears you singing.

✧ It wasn't until he found himself humming your song at work that he noticed how invested he was in your little habit. Of course Hu Tao would mock him for it, making fun of him acting all love-struck. But he didn't mind that. He likes the thought of having a small part of you with him wherever he goes.

✧ "Will you sing that again for me? Don't stop, no. I find it very pleasant, my love."