#sometimes a bit overwhelming depending on what you are tasting

[commanderfloppy]

All of us now thinking about what our sylvari taste like after that post

[inactiveobeymeblog]

Hcs of all the brothers with an MC who has too much stamina to tire them out and beg the MC to stop?

A/N: Sorry that it’s a “bit” late, but I did manage to get it done! Also, OMFG YES PLEASE. Hopefully I kept within range of your request with the bros. I tried to stay on task! I also depicted the MC to go rough and hard on the brothers so hopefully that's to your taste.

Rating: NSFW

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Warning(s): Gender Neutral MC, no genitalia descriptions for MC but there is mentions of creampies, no pronouns for MC, no description of MC’s body or personality, bottom/sub brothers, top/dom MC

Other Tags: Overstimulation, begging, teasing, rough sex, fucked dumb, GN!MC, creampie, hair pulling, prostate milking, (etc, etc,) may be short or long depending on the character

Lucifer (Hair pulling, Overstimulation, Prostate milking, Creampie)

The first time you went down on him, he was winded

The way you pull his hair as you fuck him brutally has him whining

He thought he wouldn’t make noise, but you proved him wrong immediately

He can’t even form a simple sentence with how much you’re milking his prostate

The only words that come out of his mouth is flurries of “please”, “fuck”, and “I can’t”

He’s climaxing at least eight times before you’re spent

He’d be filled up so much it practically pouring out of him

He would also be really sore the next morning

You’d be on cleaning duty for a week

Mammon (Teasing, Fucked dumb, Begging, Overstimulation)

He’s all in (this man goes wild for it)

Doesn’t matter the place or time. If you’re in the middle of class and you get horny, he’s at your beck and call

But when you finally go down on him, you start off slow

He hates it and it’s fun teasing him

But when it comes to fucking him dumb, you make sure to go hard

He’s moaning screaming your name while begging for you to go harder

But after his first orgasm and you’re still going, he tends to get more whiny

He’d beg for you to slow down only for you to get faster

And after you’re both finished, he counts the days until the next time it happens again

Leviathan (Overstimulation, Lingerie, Begging, Fucked dumb)

He’s also definitely getting overstimulated

He’s in his demon form when you rail him so he can wrap his tail around your waist to pull you closer to him

He would place your hands on his hips no matter what position you’re in because he loves the feel of the bruising the next morning (he loves that shit)

After his second orgasm he has his tongue out and his eyes are rolled into the back of his head

He’s begging for you to go harder, to go faster, to do more

But when you both finish at the same time, he climaxes with a cry while you bury yourself the deepest you can go inside him

He’s whining and gasping as you clean him up

You’re also the one to put him to bed because you already know he’s going to be passed out

Satan (Cowgirl position, Overstimulation, Begging)

He likes to compete with you

“Who has more stamina” he says, but he knows he’s clocking out first

When this happens, he’s riding you at a brutal pace

You meet his bounces halfway and you always rub his prostate spot on and it makes him drool

Somewhere along the way, he gives up and just lets you ram into him as he sits on you

He makes a mess on your chest the first couple of orgasms

After a while, he gets too overwhelmed and he begs the best he can to get you to slow down and that he “can’t” and he’s going to cum

It takes a while for you to finish, and he feels relieved

But only you expected it when you flipped him over and continued to slam into him faster than before

Asmodeus (Overstimulation, Spanking, Rope bondage, Begging)

This man is a freak when it comes to your high stamina

He’s using it to the best of his ability because he too has a lot of stamina

He likes to test who can last longer

Sometimes it’s him and sometimes it’s you; it all depends if he plays with your kinks and fetishes

If he’s to finish first, you’ll have to tie him up and make him “beg for mercy” as he puts it

You must give him what he wants or else he’ll complain (and most likely ruin the mood)

But once you both finally get into the mood, he DOES beg and he does it so good

His whines and whimpers play like a broken record and it only makes you go faster

You don’t stop until you’re satisfied

Beelzebub (Overstimulation, Gags, Begging (whining))

Beelzebub will need a gag or something for him to bite or he’ll bite through whatever he gets in between his teeth (that could also be you)

He might also make claw marks on whatever surface he’s on

He’s whining through the gag and tears will start to form in his eyes because he’s easily overstimulated. Especially when you’re going so rough

It takes a little extra to make him climax but with the sheer amount of stamina you have, it’s an easy feat

You stroke him in time with your thrusts and he finishes with muffled screams and moans

When you’re done, he’s tuckered out and he needs some cuddling

Pull him into your lap and you’re stuck with him for the rest of the day

Belphegor (Overstimulation, Begging, Dirty talk)

He’s not really active during most days so when it seems like you aren’t going to stop any time soon, he’s hypersensitive

He’s not used to it so he’s struggling to breathe from the overwhelming sensation of you

He’d say “wait” a thousand times and he’d plead to get you to slow down

At one point, you do, but only where he looks like a complete wreck

He’d whine and ask you why you slowed down, but you just wanted to wait a little longer before finishing

When you do finish, you’re whispering dirty promises into his ear as you stroke him to his final dry orgasm

Almost immediately when you start the aftercare process, he almost falls asleep after being physically drained of all his strength

He wouldn’t say he was opposed to it either…

[marunene]

—· Castiel Head/canons!

(SFW/NSFW)

There are also some angels headcanons too! — Remembering that these are HEADCANONS and even if they don't make sense to you, they make sense to me./LH. Some (many) of them I only kept in a jar in my brain while I was reading fanfics, hehe...

English is not my first language, be patient with me.

SFW!

- Pansexual! I firmly believe that angels don't care about your sex or gender, for them it's practically the same thing besides your body.

- This also means that they don't care if you are a man or a woman, if you do something they don't like you will be beaten, probably die. I see Castiel from the first seasons doing this so— yeah.

- Autism spec. You can't convince me otherwise.

- For petnames, he doesn't use it much, but if he does sometime, he calls you honeybee or love. Probably "human" if you call him "angel".

- He LOVES physical contact, even if it's not apparent, he could cuddle with you for hours and still want more

- His wings are HUGE, dark and blue, when you touch them they feel like silk, they are so soft, completely from another world.

- And to complement, I like to think that they are quite sensitive to touch.

- If he were to choose a favorite color, it would be green because it reminds him of nature. But he also likes blue (sea and sky) and yellow (bees)

- His trenchcoat are his comfort object.

- HE HUGS YOU WITH HIS WINGS WHEN YOU CUDDLE OR ARE JUST SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER. Imagine him protecting you with them while you sleep <3

- Gets grumpy when drunk <3

- Legends say that Castiel once tried to make breakfast and Dean forbade him from touching his stove...

- He's almost always watching you, just... Looking at you. Sometimes it's a little creepy, but he loves you too much not to look.

- When you had your first kiss, all the light bulbs in the neighborhood just exploded and he looked at you with a surprised face-- (not because of the light bulbs)

- After seeing how good you are with children, sometimes he imagines what you would be like as a mother and what it would be like if you could have a normal life, without hunting, without dating an angel. He knows what could happen if you two had a child and can't even imagine what he would do knowing that he was the one who did this to you :3

- Physically, what he likes most about you are your eyes. And his favorite part of himself is his wings, even after the fall, it still reminds him of what he really is. Jimmy isn't exactly... Him. He's just a vessel. It wouldn't make much sense for him to choose some part of his body as his favorite.

- You collect his feathers when he's moulting (I love comparing angel wings to bird wings! Sorry...)

- besides tasting molecules, He can literally SEE them... Or at least some of them...

NSFW!

- PRAISE AND DEGRADATION KINK. It depends on the day, although at first if you degraded him he wouldn't understand why you would be doing that... But praise him and this angel will be on his knees for you.

- He's more into slow and sensual sex.

- He doesn't sweat at all, not in the intercourse or out of it. (This is canon actually)

- Something between 7/8 inches, specifically 18/19cm, a bit thick - (Misha messed with my head when said he has 9 inches, so hmm)

- He definitely doesn't shave, just let it grow and wouldn't mind if you didn't shave it too. He is an angel, he saw everything from the beginning, including Eve and Adam. There were no razors at that time.

- LOVES oral sex, give him a blowjob and he would be a pathetic whiny mess. However, he doesn't really like to GIVE bc of the taste of the molecules. (Human Cas would LOVE to taste you tho ;))

- As I said before, his wings are sensitive, he LOVES it when you stroke them when you 2 are having sex, even if it makes him a bit overwhelmed and quite Desesperate

- Usually a dom. He followed rules his whole life, let our little angel have a little control <3 But of course on his first time he would like you to tell him what to do, but over time he would become more confident and you are fucked.

- LET HIM USE HIS GRACE ON(in) YOU. Pin you against the bed, you can't even move properly as he fucks you w his grace, looking into your eyes with a little smirk on his face.

- As an angel, he has much more stamina than you, so you would only stop when you are tired. For him, you 2 could do this all night.

- MY BOY IS A VOYEUR! I'm sure he's watched you touch yourself and stuff when he were invisible, but never had the courage to jerk off to it tho

- He will look you in the eye almost all the time, he just can't help it.

- ALWAYS checking on you, asking if what he's doing is okay (especially the first few times you did this), he doesn't want to hurt you... :(

- Call him a good angel/boy when you're jerking him off and that you're proud of him when he finish, he'll fucking MELT.

- He'll get confused if you say “Oh my God”... Why are you moaning his father's name when he's the one fucking you? (HELP)

There are a lot of nsfw hcs I'm genuinely scared of myself, sorry 😭 I used practically all my headcanons in this post, there probably won't be a pt 2, be glad, mwah mwah mwah

Look at his Dom look HELPP

[reignpage]

hello my love 💕 loving the recent updates as alwayysssss 😩 but I had a horny ask if you could, pretty please, you don’t have to but would love if you could

how often do each of the jjk men jork it? 😈 and any added details of their sesh: which hand(s), any edging/overstim, or do they play with the back door (i think Toji defo does but will NEVER admit) or you know general jorkin details 🙈

sigh, I woke up to horniess and now I will sleep to horniness, ventila98 you need holy water 😔

this was a little difficult cause I have no idea what goes on in a man's head as they jerk off but I really tried to embody their spirit, even closed my eyes and phantom jorked my imaginary penis and everything

....

Gojo:

how often?

depends on how busy this man is, I think. like if he doesn't really have much to do in a week, he'll likely do it everyday tbh. does it when he's bored is what I'm saying.

where?

anywhere really. he's away on missions often, so hotel rooms, in the bathroom, in bed, on the sofa. just anywhere he gets the urge to.

edges/overstimulates?

he edges himself for sureee, man wants to push his limits and tries to see how long he can last until the need becomes overwhelming.

choice of lubricant?

he's too good to use just any lotion, his dick is special. probably strawberry flavoured. deffo gets curious once in a while and tastes his own cum.

porn?

I feel like he doesn't really watch porn, just uses his imagination most of the time cause he's so focused on his own personal challenge. but if he does watch porn, it's of a threesome, two men one woman, totally doesn't think about a certain long haired bff 👀

Geto:

how often?

not too often, very rarely. too busy with his cult and plans for world domination. but when he gets really frustrated with monkeys and all the burden he has, then he'll seek out release.

where?

in the bath. he's kind of a clean freak, right? or at least he just hates monkey dirt, so I imagine being around so many non-sorcerers gets to him and the knowledge that he's partaking in something as monkey-like as self-pleasure fills him with a need to cleanse. and it's a bath, not a shower, specifically because he likes to take his time, to pamper himself.

edges/overstimulates?

edges too. there's a bit of internalised disgust so he tries to punish himself by pushing away the pleasure until he's sure he deserves it.

choice of lubricant?

lotion. I imagine he carries hand lotion often, he takes care of himself. and because he doesn't do it often enough to buy himself lube.

porn?

exhibitionism shit. like sometimes semi-public videos, and other times, fucking in front of a crowd. doesn't really like the aggressive porn videos, wants one that takes it slow, that builds up the torture, not just physical but also mental.

Choso:

how often?

every night. needs it to fall asleep tbh. thinks its wrong to do it during the day and he really beats himself up when he gets horny when the sun's still up. there's a lot of shame there that no one, under any circumstances, should exploit in our poor cho cho 🙂

where?

in bed. doesn't even dream of doing it anywhere else because it's too filthy, too naughty. he hides under the covers even if he's completely alone and tries to stifle his moans, biting his lip and throwing his head back against the pillows as he writhes.

edges/overstimulates?

overstimulates once in a while. most of the time he's just trying to get rid of the urge so he can sleep soon. but sometimes, he's in a mood to push himself, to extend the pleasure, to bring himself to tears. he loves being overstimulated so so so so much.

choice of lubricant?

lotion. has one right on his bedside table that he uses just for his special time. likes the vanilla scent. tasted the lotion with his cum once. he didn't hate it.

porn?

probably doesn't even know what porn is lol. if he does though, he goes wild. like he's watching every single video he possibly can. when he first starts watching porn, anything he watches gets him going. but once he's gotten over that beginner phase, he's a lot more discerning. likes the intimate videos, the one where it's at night, and you can tell the couple actually really loves each other.

Toji:

how often?

3-4 times a week. surprising? I think he's at an age where he's not getting turned on by a nice piece of ass. plus, he whores himself out, so he gets plenty of sex. he's not a pent up little teenager. does it when he's bored or when the natural need arises. morning wood is dealt with and if he can't sleep he'll jerk off.

where?

anywhere. does it in shiu's car sometimes. he jerks off pretty often in public toilets. does it on the sofa more than the bed, like if he's watching tv, he'll absentmindedly jerk off.

edges/overstimulates?

jerks off to cum most times. doesn't really view masturbation as an form or anything. it's just to satisfy an itch so he doesn't play around. but if he's feeling extra frustrated, he edges cause he knows the orgasm is better when you push it away.

choice of lubricant?

his spit and then his pre-cum. I hc he leaks a lot of pre cause of them big ass balls (is that how it works biologically, idk and who cares). doesn't have money for fancy shit.

porn?

lesbians probably. doesn't really like orgies or gang bangs. seeing too many men turns him all the way off lol. but he deffo likes the ones with a plot. sexy fireman saves slutty nurse from vibrating chair or something idk

Nanami:

how often?

a couple times a week. he's too busy to even think about sex. and he's also too stressed to get boners. I kinda feel like erectile dysfunction would be something that isn't a complete stranger to him if he's in a relationship. well anyways, he does it when he's really stressed and frustrated and he has so much tension to release. he'll take it out on his cock.

where?

in his office quite often. under the desk, not even bothering to lock the door. or in the bathroom cause he wants to be able to clean up the mess quickly.

edges/overstimulates?

usually neither. jerks off to cum too. he's always in a rush so he doesn't have time to play around. but if he does, then he switches up. edges more often than overstimulates, but he does the latter if he's reallyyyyy into it. like he's really feeling freaky and wants to feel some pain.

choice of lubricant?

lube. he used lotion a lot when he was younger and it caused him rashes, so he's since invested in proper lubricant. not flavoured, but definitely the warming/tingling kind.

porn?

only when he's in a safe space, like without the fear of getting caught. so if he's at home. and he has the time. probably watches couples too, likes the more intimate ones, the ones that focuses on the women's pleasure. he hates the fake moans and the overly produced videos. think it's just shameful. so he really likes homemade videos. sometimes tho, he does like the ones where its teacher punishing student. but that's very rare cause it gives him so much post-nut guilt lol.

Sukuna:

how often?

once in a blue moon. maybe even once in decades tbh. just doesn't really get boners and if he does, he just leaves it alone cause he's not a weak little mortal.

where?

in his chambers mostly. thinks it's a private matter so wants to keep it personal and intimate. and he also wants to take his time so he needs a place where he won't be interrupted with the sight of a snivelling little rat.

edges/overstimulates?

edges. personal challenge. wants to see how long he can last and how much he can take. could go on for hours. squeezes his base just at the last minute.

choice of lubricant?

spit. doesn't use lube, might not even know it exists, and he probably doesn't even use lotion let's be real. so he spits on his hand, or drools right onto his cock, or manifests his curse mouth onto his palm to slobber his own dick with his spit.

porn?

does not watch porn. he's traditional. doesn't even really think of anything in particular. his sexual experiences is limited I imagine. and if he does watch porn, then he'd much prefer homemade ones and bdsm, probably hates the overproduced ones too cause of all the extreme plastic surgery. he's a snob.

[gotham-daydreams]

How would the yan batfam celebrate reader's birthday after they got them back?

Well, it can go a few ways, but I'll try to keep it short and simple for now!

First, the family will 100% fight over if they should throw a party now or actually wait until your birthday, because they definitely don't want to try and make up for all the one's they've missed, along with some other occasions that they absolutely want to celebrate with you.

It's a real mess, but what could one really expect from such a dysfunctional family? Though no matter what they settle on, it really depends on how long you've been with them.

If you've just 'gotten back' then it's probably something small, as they don't want to overwhelm you and want this to be another piece that eases you into your new way or life. Yet it definitely seems like some didn't get the memo as you are overflowed with gifts. You don't understand how they picked half of this stuff out, let alone why they bought it for you, but that's probably because they're guilt got to them and suddenly they had five times the amount of gifts they were originally going to get you. If the amount of gifts in the room pisses you off or you generally have a negative reaction to it, no one will let you go into the hall for a good portion of that day.

Besides that, you get some breakfast in bed, and maybe even lunch too if you didn't like the gifts- but expect a family dinner at the end of the day. They'll find ways to spend time with you, and most of the activities are either games that require multiple people, or the others will just... watch. Which may not have been so bad if you were in this particular situation.

Overall, while it is a little toned down they do still find ways to 'sneak' themselves into your birthday, and try to have fun all throughout the day. Though if you want to keep things more lowkey, then that's fine! But you'll still have to deal with them hanging around. You won't get a single moment to yourself.

If you've been 'staying' for a while, then they go all out and have the biggest celebration they can without any outside eyes peeking in. It may not be necessarily loud or anything but it's... a lot.

The moment you wake up (to which, you're most likely woken up by someone), your dragged out of bed and just about everyone is up and about like it's Christmas (and maybe it is, but I digress). Every meal of the day feels like some kind of feast, and they aren't trying to even hide the amount of gifts they've gotten you, which somehow all pertain to your interests one way or another. If anyone gets the same thing then you get to see a bit of a fight- so at least there's that, but unfortunately it's unlikely to last very long as everyone wants today to be a good day for you (and a great day for them).

Every activity/game is a family activity or deals with multiple players. They all take turns if there isn't enough for all of them to play with you all at once, but they work around it one way or another. If you want things to tone down, then you're either stuck watching a movie with everyone, or in a cuddle pile with most of the Batkids. If you couldn't get rid of them before- you absolutely cannot now. They make it near impossible to do so.

If you'd like to keep up your tradition with Alfred and bake with him, then you're more than welcome to!

If you 'just arrived' then you may be able to bake with Alfred in peace, minus the new observers that are a little too keen on watching you, and all too eager to taste test what you and Alfred end up making.

If you've been there for a while, then the family will try to turn the tradition from just you and Alfred, to you and the whole family. Even if it means turning the whole things into a game of some kind, or using other methods to get you to bake with them, they'll find a way to change it eventually... unless Alfred gets in the way of things. Though sometimes he may get sick and can't help you with the rest of the Batfam :[[

All in all, it's a mess! Who could've guessed? Ah, but really, it goes just about as well as you'd think. Very overwhelming and them justing to shove and further include themselves into your life by using your birthday to enhance that force. If you've just arrived, the force is lighter, and if not? It's heavier. Much, much heaver.

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Black Noir

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

Staring at you lovingly, he caresses your face. Your arm. Your stomach. Earving carries you to the bathroom for cleanup and carries you back when you're done. 

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

Earving: Arms. They are toned perfectly. They look very good when he's wearing a T-shirt. He flexes them in front of the mirror like he's a bodybuilder lol 

You: Stomach. Black noir is a sucker for a nice stomach. He will have his hands on your tummy in some type of way. Holding, rubbing, etc. Tummies are just adorable to him for some reason. 

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

Doesn't care where he comes, he's just happy to be there! Although, it looks very nice on your skin….

He has an average amount of cum. For some reason, it always has a nice taste. Good for swallowing.

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

His cartoon animals had to give him a demonstration on how sex looked like and how it should feel. Although grateful, it was traumatizing to see that play out. And embarrassing.

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

Fairly. He's had a few sexual experiences with other people. It's pretty scattered. Black Noir is an expert in everything that he does. So, his stroke game is absolutely fire 🔥. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

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

Earving can be silly if he's in the mood to be. He has pretended your nipples were joysticks a couple of times 😑. 

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

Ahhhh so tidy! He keeps his lower curls trimmed at all times. Unless he's been on a mission for a while. 

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

He's a cartoon-style romantic. Seriously does everything you'd see in a show or movie. It's extremely romantic- often a bit overwhelming. But it's cute to witness. Earving likes holding your hand during sex. Everything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes he will jack off, only when you aren't available. Black Noir would rather wait until he gets back to you. The orgasms hit harder.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Roleplay/cosplay, phone sex, abduction play, voyeurism, bondage, etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or an abandoned building (abduction play) 

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

Flirting, mainly. Watching you when you're alone; if you walk around nude, then he'll go a little crazy. Rubbing your own stomach is a turn on as well. Being silly.

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

Nothing that seriously hurts you or him. Also, don't touch his head injury during sex. He's okay with it before or after. Also, no blindfolding him.

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

Black noir prefers to give and he does it well. Your toes will definitely curl. 

He doesn't care to receive. It's just that he prefers to be inside you than getting a BJ. But if you really want to, he will let you. 

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

Depends on what you tell him you want. He's great at going slow and hard though.

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

Not a huge fan of quickies himself. Only if he's extremely horny and about to go on a mission will he consider one.

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

Somewhat, it depends on the activity. Earving will weigh out the pros and cons before making a decision.

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

Black noir is a supe, and a very strong one. His stamina is amazing. He can keep going until you say stop. He hasn't reached his limit before.

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

At most, he'd own one toy, but he's good with his hand. For you, he will contribute to your collection. He loves watching you masturbate with them. And he likes using them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Surprisingly, he can be a big tease. Earving wants to see your reaction to being teased. He thinks your faces are cute and frustrated sounds are sexy. 

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

Somewhat loud. He will moan and say your name. And give you praise. 

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

He avoids wearing his suit when he's at home and he turns off his suit camera during any abduction plays. However, one time, he forgot to turn it off during one of your sessions. The next meeting he had a Vought featured them trying to sell the footage as an exclusive sex tape. He almost eviscerated everyone in that room.

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

8", moderate thickness. His dick is pretty looking actually 

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

Moderate. He's very controlled. It's higher when you're around.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will stay up for a while after. Depending on what he needs to do, he may or may not sleep. But what he will do is kiss and hold you with love

[spotsandsocks]

The Last of the Tea is Gone

This started life as a title prompt from ask game sent to me by @madambeetrootn who I can not tag sadly. They liked it, I liked it so I’ve spruced it up and here it is for a bit of light fluff before 7x10 breaks our heart.

If there’s one thing that Eddie does not like it’s doing the grocery shop, regardless of his feelings though he’ll do a good job, a thorough job and that means making a list. So it’s time to look through the cupboards and check what they need.

The second cupboard door he opens generates a frustrated growl. Reaching up with clenched teeth, he shakes his head, how many times does he have to tell him? Again! This is sadly not the first time he’s found an empty box of teabags sitting on the shelf.

It’s Buck’s tea, the one that he drinks whenever he’s round. Disgusting stuff but for some reason he loves it.

Sighing the sigh of the long suffering Eddie grabs hold of the offending cardboard, why can’t that man ever put an empty box or bottle in the recycling. It’s not that hard. Eddie manages it every day. Even Chris half the time but Buck not so much.

The moment freezes as Eddie looks at his hand holding the vanished tea and a thought blazes through his mind bright and intense and overwhelming.

Buck keeps his tea here, the thought shifts and changes, no …he keeps Buck’s tea here, for him. He remembers buying the last box clearly. Buck wasn’t even with him that day, he was grocery shopping on his own, and why is Buck even with him sometimes when he does the grocery shopping anyway?

After that question others flood his mind.

Why does he buy Buck’s tea? Why does it run out so often?

What does it mean?

He knows, oh god he knows… finally he sees it.

Eddie stays frozen to the spot, staring at the small cardboard cartoon that’s caused him to have an existential crisis in his own kitchen.

Footsteps and a voice finally shake him.

“What’s wrong?” Buck sounds worried. Eddie supposes he probably does make an unusual picture right now. Staring at an empty box. He looks up and finds blue eyes and a frown close by.

“The last of the tea is gone.”

Perfectly clear from his point of view but not so much from Buck’s

“The last of the tea is gone?,” The sentence is repeated with concern and a deepening frown. “And that’s …. a bad thing? You don’t even drink my tea, why are you so upset about it?”

“It doesn’t last very long.”

Another random comment from Eddie at least as far as Buck is concerned but the words mean everything to Eddie.

Buck steps closer, a hand tentatively reaching out to support his best friend through his unexpectedly complicated feelings about tea. He speaks slowly.

“No… that’s ‘cos I drink it. That’s what you do with tea…Eddie are you ok.?”

He’s a man of action always had been so now he knows, well there’s really no option but to do something with the information. He answers his best friend, the man who’s ended up so much more important to him than he could ever have imagined on the day they met. The man he buys tea for and the man who drinks it in his home so often it barely lasts.

“Not really.” Eddie looks at Buck and wonders if he can see what’s coming. “Well maybe …I guess it depends on if you’re in love with me because I just worked out I’m in love with you.”

Buck laughs, a brief surprised bark of humor and then his grin lights up the kitchen.

“Really? That’s what finally did it? An empty box of tea?

Eddie smiles back, how could he not when he has this.

“Apparently. So… are you?”

Eddie doesn’t get an answer but he does get a kiss and that kiss tastes like Buck’s stupid tea, which is isn’t so bad after all.

Maybe he’ll get two boxes next time.

[scaredshadowsswap]

Hey! Hope you're doing alright. What do you think the staffs general music taste would be?

Hey, thanks! I got a minor bout of finals flu and had to do research on a bunch of different music genres so forgive me for my tardiness XD

Clef:

Clef seems like he’s well-listened, and pretentiously so. Most likely a fan of classic rock, but he can also lecture you about the reason a particularly crunchy jazz chord was significant to the meaning of the piece. He also seems like the type of guy who can name the album that a song is from and the year it was released. Clef just really likes music.

Despite this, I don’t imagine he can play very well. Maybe a few songs on the ukelele, but Clef seems like the type to get good at something and then drop it a few weeks later, so I don’t imagine they’ve stuck with anything long enough to play super well.

Favorite artist: Has too many to choose one; depends on the day.

Kondraki:

I think it’s cheating to say I came up with any ideas for Kondraki, because it says on his personnel file that he thinks classical music is ‘‘the only kind worth listening to”. However, while I do think he’ll make comments about Draven’s music being “noise” occasionally, I think he holds back a lot because he wants to listen to Draven’s music with him.

I don’t know if they canonically say that Kondraki plays any instruments, but I imagine he plays piano very well and is proficient in violin (less so than piano, though).

Favorite artist: Chopin

Gears:

Gears seems like he’d enjoy smooth jazz. Just the mellow vibes that he can tune out a little bit more easily when he needs to lock in. Despite this, I imagine he really secretly enjoys the music Iceberg plays. Just because he doesn’t express emotions often doesn’t mean he doesn’t like feeling stuff sometimes.

I think Gears could’ve been forced to play piano as a kid and been really good at it, but the emotion was never there. He could play Rachmaninoff particularly well, but was never able to be creative or fluid enough for jazz.

Favorite Artist: Mary Lou Williams

Iceberg:

Iceberg, as cold as he is, has a very fiery personality and I think he’d be into metal, although he tries to pull back a little and sticks to hard rock when playing music around Gears because he doesn’t think Gears enjoys the extremity of it. One of his favorite genres is symphonic doom because it makes him feel cool when he’s running explosives tests. He wears thick headphones to block out any loud noises from the explosions, and then blasts his music at full volume.

Definitely did not play any instruments except for maybe a few self-taught songs on guitar. This man can sing Wonderwall at you.

Favorite Artist: Lethian Dreams

Shaw:

Shaw has heard it all, they are over music at this point. They just feel neutral about all of it, honestly, and not much music really speaks to them anymore. Shaw also seems the most likely to be the type to listen to one song on repeat until they get sick of it. If anything at all, they miss the disco era and still occasionally listen to funk.

They have been around long enough to play most instruments with reasonable skill. They can carry a tune on 30+ instruments easily.

Favorite artist: Although they feel pretty neutral now, they were into The O’Jays.

Glass:

Glass gets overwhelmed by music very easily, but I imagine he likes pop music generally. Generally only listens to whatever’s on the radio or whatever is playing, although he will take the time to listen to any song request given by patients.

I think Glass probably played a woodwind in middle/high school. Clarinet maybe? Not good at it, but never got rusty in terms of skills.

Favorite Artist: Taylor Swift

Rights:

Rights doesn’t have a specific genre, dabbles in lots of places, but that’s exactly how she likes it. She also likes the mysterious vibes that come with not telling people what she listens to, so she’ll never clarify. She goes through phases, but punk rock was a long one spanning 8 months.

I don’t think she ever played an instrument, but I think she’d be a quick learner if she ever decided to.

Favorite Artist: Destroy Boys

Strelnikov:

Strelnikov doesn’t listen to music in English because he likes to be able to relax while listening, and spending all day translating is well…not easy. Despite this, I don’t think he’s into the gopnik stuff like dubstep. He’s a military man through and through, so old songs from his childhood are usually what he plays.

I really like the idea that he plays guitar. The picture of Strelnikov on the wiki looks like a man who could play guitar. Can do fingerstyle Russian lullabies or just play the chords and sing along.

Favorite Artist: Definitely doesn’t remember the names of artists at all, but he’ll say he “like music from old soviet movie”. his favorite movie soundtrack is by Aleksandr Zatsepin

[gyusual]

Hands on or in you?

Smut 18+

Bestfriend!Mingyu , fem!reader

Summary- watching a movie with your Bestfriend Mingyu turns into something else quickly

Word count- 706

In your big comfy bed, head leaning against Mingyu’s shoulder as you both watched a funny romcom together. You both were a fan of them, even though sometimes they got a bit raunchy. Before you knew it, a sex scene came on, of course it turned you on, it was so cinematic. It made sex look like the best thing in the world. Pressing your thighs together as you felt yourself getting wet, feeling the tingling in between your thighs. Mingyu looked down at you smirking slightly, he wasn’t naive nor dumb. He could tell it was getting to you. “God you horn-dog” he said and chuckled deeply. You looked up at him playing dumb “what?”. He chuckled and rested his hand on your thigh “you wish that was you?” He pointed to the girl having sex on the tv screen. You gulped as you looked up at him, keeping your eyes on his brown ones.

“Maybe…” you said quietly and smiled up at him. Mingyu smiled and rested his hand right above your pussy, letting his fingers sit dangerously close to your clit “can I make that happen?” He asked you, immediately saying yes to him rolling your hips up so his fingers ran along your sensitive clit. Mingyu smiled at your eagerness as he gently ran his fingers along your clothed pussy, a small wet patch forming on the outside of your shorts you had on. He smiled and leaned in, pressing a kiss on your cheek and then trailed them down your jaw and neck. You moaned softly as he finally touched your tingling pussy. Mingyu stopped so he could slip your shorts off of you, lifting your hips off the bed so it was easier.

You immediately spread your legs so Mingyu had access to you asap. Mingyu laid down beside you before reaching in between your legs and letting his fingers run along your soaking folds. “So wet for me already” Mingyu said against your neck as he kissed it. You let out a drawn out moan as you felt two of Mingyu’s big fingers dip into your dripping pussy. “Mingyu” you whimpered his name as his fingers moved in and out of you, his thick fingers doing so much more than your own small ones could ever do. You were already brain dead from how good Mingyu’s fingers felt in you. The way his lips pressed against your neck made you go crazy in the best way possible.

Mingyu moved his fingers in and out in a rapid motion all the sudden causing a loud moan to leave you. You reached down and grabbed his wrist as he moaned out in pleasure “fuck G-Gyu” He smiled at the nickname, you sounded cute moaning his name. He trailed the kisses back up your neck, jaw, and kissed your cheek again, keeping his lips against your skin even when not pressing his sweet kisses on you. You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in pleasure as Mingyu fucked you with his fingers, your hips trembling as you came all over his fingers. But he didn’t stop, he still kept on finger fucking you like his life depended on it. You moaned and whimpered loudly as your sweet pussy got overstimulated, reaching down and gripping onto Mingyu’s wrist to get him to stop. “M-Mingyu ahh-fuck-ahh please” you whined in between the moans. Mingyu kissed your cheek and smiled as he felt you tremble and move around in his arms.

“You sound so pretty I can’t stop,” Mingyu admitted to you as he felt your juices run down his hand as he fingered you. You cried out, tears running down your flushed face as the pleasure overwhelmed your trembling body. Mingyu pulled away and admired your trembling body, finally pulling his fingers out but ran his fingers up and gently rubbed circles on your clit. “Such a pretty girl” he complimented you, kissing your red cheek as he rubbed another orgasm out of you through your clit. He pulled his hand away from your body, putting the two fingers that were just inside on you, Into his mouth, licking them clean. His pupils dilated at the taste of you. Mingyu could get used to this…

[verdantwyrm]

I guess I'll be the anon to ask, but hello!! What do you think they all smell like ;0 and further more, what smells do you think THEY like?

Anya gives me very classic linen and vanilla vibes; nothing overwhelming, but that's me...

Oh I'm so glad you asked, this is going to be related to my afterwashing au and general showering/hygiene headcanons

Jimmy

He smells like cigarettes, cheap cologne and aftershave. He does shower pretty regularly but he doesn't really.. do much. Maybe some soap, maybe some body wash, maybe some shampoo or conditioner but it entirely depends on how alive he feels that day. Spends alot of the time in the shower just kind of starting at the wall. He smokes the most out of all of them, and it leaves a bit of a stain on his clothes. He doesn't smell god awful, he just smells like an average guy, he can totally smell really nice and use all the fancy soaps if he wants to but he doesn't ever have a reason to.

Probably tries to shower at least 3-4 times a week but it gets exhausting sometimes, his depression really gets in the way and sometimes Curly has to annoy him to take care of himself.

Curly

Definitely smells a bit like Jimmy does but more.. warm? He smells comforting, even if he stinks. Nice cologne, some cigarette smoke but its not offensive to the nose, coconut flavoured shampoo, sweat, shaving cream and coffee grinds. Even though he doesn't drink coffee that often, he always smells like a fresh batch. He probably showers the most right along side Daisuke, really good habits and beard + hair care as well. He puts effort into his hygiene because he wants to always have first impressions on his side, and that a captain should look and smell clean because cleanliness is a sign of good health and prosperity, its almost ritualistic for him every morning.

8/10, smells amazing but it can be very overwhelming if you stand next to him for a long time, Jimmy thinks its "posh". He likes feeling clean and pressed, puts him in a good mood, he also believes going to bed clean and fresh will improve his sleeping, and it does! sometimes.

Anya

She smells probably the most basic of the crew, she has very long showers and uses orange scented shampoo and body wash. Absolutely has a five-step skincare routine that she does once a week with Daisuke and even Curly sometimes if she can convince him to relax. She tries to take care of her skin especially since nurses and doctors are prone to stress wrinkles and blemishes. She smells like printer paper, oranges, tea and a small hint of perfume. On the ship she doesn't need to try too hard, but she believes in the same principle that Curly has about cleanliness. Her hair is extremely soft despite the rough look it has sometimes.

10/10 for simplicity while still smelling nice and not too overwhelming. Its very comforting.

Daisuke

An absolute explosion of tropical smells. Cologne that smells exactly the same way a bite into a hunk of pineapple tastes and feels, shampoo, moisturiser and bodywash that smells so intoxicatingly sweet with a small hint of sweat and grease behind it. He showers the most, short ones but very very frequently. Hot as hell, burns your skin almost and then douses himself in ice cold water afterwards, then does his ridiculous 10 step hair routine. He takes very good hair of it, no split ends, no drying out, soft, bouncy and full of volume. He is an assault to Jimmy and Swansea's nose, but at least its a good smell! Albeit overwhelming.

8/10 Anya loves the way he smells, won't admit that its simply too much because after a while of smelling nothing but the ship and regurgitated oxygen, you tend to crave new sensations.

Swansea

Probably the most basic of the basic. He smells like grease, electrical fires, sweat, "manly" cologne that smells like lemons and coffee. He showers pretty often but doesn't really care much for all the fancy stuff. He uses soap, all that, but it never lasts too long because he is almost always covered in some sort of mysterious substance from whatever he's working on. His shirt has multiple little holes in it from small electrical fires or getting caught on a hook or tool as he walks by. He smells like a dad, Anya and Curly find it almost comforting because it reminds them of their dads in a way.

Swansea smells like the work he does, and its evidence that he really does roll up his sleeves and gets the job done. He smells like commitment. 10/10

[creekwritersblood]

Go Through the Setback

Writing at times can be so overwhelming and can be a lot to take in, there are times when we all would like to just be disconnected from everything, especially from our writing capacity and want.

I went trough that myself few weeks ago, I lost my want to write, I found it annoying and so boring.

Anyway following some advices that helped me going through it and return to my usual self.

Breathe: Writing became some sort of choke hold for me, I barley breathed, or so this is how I was feeling. So I closed my eyes and breathed deep, visualizing my story, my characters as never before, I tried to picture them in my thoughts as they were, looking at them in some kind of scenes asking “what do they would do If they were in my same situation? Slowly, I found it out, I needed time, space, to overcome to an answer.

Drink: I took the habit to drink water in various moments of the day, giving myself the objective to drink a full bottle of 2 liters, this depends on you of course, if this is good for me it doesn’t mean will be good for you too. I also drank a coffee in the middle of the day, if you like cappuccino, macchiato or anything else, is up to your tastes, you can also drink a tea or something that makes you feel hugged and cuddle and so comfy with yourself.

Journaling: Taking a pause from writing can be good to keep in touch with things you liked or still like to do but do not do from some kind of time besides writing. I find useful journaling, because this gives my mind a some kind of relief and helps me find back the focus I need to go on.

Listen to Music: Ah! Something that I will never stop advising, I usually listen to music when I write, relax or just feel in the mood for it, it can be rock, hi-hop, raggae, whatever do for you and you like will do to help you with this. The important thing is: Be Comfy and relax.

Stop thinking: Like can be hard at times and can give us very hard times, but if you take a little time to stop thinking, just leaving your brain rest for some time, that can be five minutes, an hour, a day, two weeks, whatever time you need, just let go, you will find a solution to that problem and a little motivation to start again doing what you where doing before this little setback hit you.

Sometimes, if all of that is not enough, I also tried other methods that can help you free yourself from that.

Set a schedule: You can find so much daily planner in commerce, with their help you can schedule your day, giving yourself some goals during the day. Canva can come in help, there are so much models you can use to set your schedules if you prefer them digital. a. Set your goals of the day, they do not have to be writing related, but they can help you have a proper schedule of the things to do in your day. b. Download on your phone reminders to drink, drink water and eat some snacks can really help you concentrate and get through the phase you are trapped in.

Have fun: Having fun doing what you like most beside writing, go shopping, buy something you like from a fast fashion site or just go to the mall and buy yourself something you love.

Read: Reading is always the best way to go through bad times and sensations, read a book you didn’t read in a lot of time, discover your passion again.

Watch a movie: Watching a movie can help you first relax a bit, chose comedy over overthinking movies, or it can help you find again inspiration and giving you ideas on what to write.

Pass your time with people you value: Passing time with people you love can help you improving your knowledge on them and give you more desire to write again but first of all it will give you some time to relax and feeling better.

Study and research: I found so helpful starting to study things I’ve always wanted to, they gave me the motivation and some knowledge more about things I didn’t knew about some things, also researches helped me a lot, improving my Persona and helping me see the world differently.

Take a pause between a Writing session and another: Rest is an important part of the writing process, so even if you are not stuck in the Restback Stale, remember to take some rest between a Writing session and another.

I really hope those advices will help you somehow and your desire to write will come up again!

Have fun!

[littlemisspascal]

Share My Moon

Part of The Fox, The Mage, and The Cupboard

Pairing: Din x Female Reader // also referenced Pero Tovar x Female Reader

Word Count: 3200+

Summary: If you’d known then of the upcoming hell, you would’ve savored the brief taste of heaven significantly more.

Warnings: Magic AU with mages and familiars, Reader has a backstory but no name or description except having hair, Reader's mother makes an appearance, worldbuilding, Ginger Ale being the supportive friend I wish I had, language, angst, grief, mentions of death, passage of time is kind of wibbly wobbly here

Author Note: I've missed this little universe and felt like pouring out some angsty feels. Expands a bit more upon events referenced in Young Love. Hope someone out there likes it 💜💜💜

Pics in moodboard found on Canva + Pinterest. The Omera + Din pic is merely used for aesthetic purposes and does not depict Reader's physical appearance.

Share My Moon - Candle Cocoon

The times that we exist together. Words not needed. Words not said. Memory past. Baking frenzy, harvest night. Pause, look up, the window is bright. Share my Moon. Feel It’s light. Always know that wherever you go. You just need to know that we share the same moon.

~~~

For as many people called Eldergrove home, there were twice as many who no longer did. They moved on and never looked back. The village and its inhabitants nothing more than tiny specks in the rearview mirrors of their lives. You wondered sometimes, if despite the miles of separation, they ever could feel it when their name was spoken by reminiscing villagers. A pinch of nostalgia in the center of their chest for a chapter of their lives they’d closed. 

Maybe that was what led a handful of souls back to their old stomping grounds, even after some swore they’d never step foot on Eldergrove soil again.

The Miller brothers upped and left after the deaths of their parents. Ben was barely fifteen at the time, too stubborn and too emotionally damaged to be abandoned by his older sibling. Years later they returned out of the blue, bringing with them Santiago and Frankie, and moved back into the Miller household alongside their cousin like they’d never left. You were reminded of a pack of feral dogs, dangerously codependent and easy to spook, distrustful of the friendly hands offering to help them. 

Pero Tovar and William Garin stuck around long enough to graduate school before they packed their things and disappeared. Nobody in the village could figure out for sure where they went or what they did the eight years they were gone. But once William’s ability to kill any prey with a bow and arrow in one shot and Pero’s complete lack of reaction to bloodshed were noticed, the rumor mill blazed with conspiracy theories each more outrageous than the last.

And it hurt to think about how each of these boys who left came back different. They came back as men. Damaged, bloodstained, and exhausted men chewed up and spit out by the big bad world.

It hurt even worse to think about Din this way. Din with his unwavering faith. Din with his impenetrable armor. Beaten and scorned. Unvalued. He deserved a softer life than the one fate had handed him. Nothing could ever convince you otherwise.

On paper, Din had no reason to return. He’d never called Eldergrove home. He’d never called anywhere home. Mandalorians weren’t meant to form attachments outside of their family bonds. Weren’t built for the apple pie and white picket fence domestic lifestyle. 

Still, like the ocean drawn to the shoreline, he came back to you over and over.

You thought that was a constant you could depend upon in your ever-changing life.

And maybe it would have remained one, if not for your brazen act of selfishness. If you hadn't been drowning in grief over the deaths of your loved ones and overwhelmed by Din’s kindness, his fidelity, his everything and stopped yourself from lifting his helmet high enough to slam a kiss against his lips.

If you’d known then of the upcoming hell, you would’ve savored the brief taste of heaven significantly more.

If, if, if…They seemed to multiply like rabbits, invading every corner of your brain.

You’d known it was a mistake in the fragile seconds before he pushed you back, so it wasn’t surprising to find him gone by the time you’d summoned up the nerve to walk out of Ivers Forest. His constant absence the several following months without a single word of contact was another puncture driven through your tormented heart. The kind that kept you up at night, white hot and unbearably tender, but deserved all the same for fucking everything up.

It had made sense back then, in its own twisted way, that the anguish would stick with you forever, infiltrating every last atom you possessed. But life had the annoying tendency of moving on and on and on, uncaring of who it pissed off in doing so, and even the most gruesome of wounds stopped bleeding eventually, leaving behind a couple of jagged scars as reminders of lessons learned. 

And boy did you learn yours the hard way.

You and Din? The shortest of love stories summed up in four words.

Wrong place. Wrong time.

~~

You were a mere shadow of your former self in the aftermath of the funerals and Din’s departure. Shattered without a plan of how to glue yourself back together again. People noticed, of course they did, looking at you with pity in their eyes and offering paper-thin smiles. Turned you into a bit of a recluse to avoid facing them, feeling too much like an object or statue to gawk at rather than a real human being. Though there were some days you didn’t even feel like one of those either.

Your relationship with The Cupboard was a love/hate one, switching back and forth depending on the week or day or hour. It was funny in a pathetic, tragic sort of way how a building you’d known since birth became almost unrecognizable once it stopped being your grandmother’s shop and now belonged to you. You spent days refamiliarizing yourself with every tool and ingredient, the contents of each drawer, the ‘hidden’ nook beneath one of the floorboards you once stuffed shiny pebbles and bird feathers in like your own personal treasure trove. Nothing in there now except a couple of dust bunnies.

Inheriting the shop also meant inheriting your grandmother’s loyal mass of clientele. They sent in their orders by mail from afar, knocked on the shop door if you had the light on, or asked through your mother when you made yourself purposefully scarce. No one commented on the unpredictable hours. Grief could be used to excuse all types of strange behavior.

Wearing the same clothes for several days in a row? Grief.

Locking yourself away in a tiny room with nothing but molds and candlewax for hours on end? Grief was the explanation.

In your defense, you did spend time outside of the shop and your bedroom. Quite a bit, actually. Not your fault there weren’t any witnesses in Ivers Forest to see you collecting herbs or tending to the graves there. Sometimes you’d personally deliver orders to customers who lived beyond Eldergrove’s boundaries rather than send them by post–Rosedale, Bogcaster, once even Sassashire Falls for a woman with a particularly nasty reaction to a bee sting.

A good night’s sleep was hard to come by, no matter the candles which burned on your bedside table. You’d dream of what you’d lost. Who you had lost. And if you weren’t dreaming, you were having a staring contest with the moon outside the window, full and white, a guardian against the worst of the hungry shadows. Stared until your eyes burned and the questions beating against your skull fell mute. The clock numbers ticked by from midnight ‘till dawn. Life went on and on and on.

Mornings were easier. You’d make tea while Ginger cobbled together a little breakfast meal from whatever could be found in the fridge. She knew better than to comment on your tired eyes or frumpy appearance, instead just nudged her elbow against yours in a silent I’m here if you need me. 

You stuffed your mouth with food and stacked the dishes and silverware in the sink to deal with later. Wished Ginger luck on finishing her newest invention designs.

Then back to The Cupboard you went. Same old, same old. 

~~

Your mother worried about you–well, that was always a fact. But she worried even more so that year, had a concerned crease between her eyebrows every time you stopped by, hugged you an extra bit tighter as if she could somehow absorb the negative emotions and take them on herself. 

“You know, darling,” she told you one evening, a couple glasses of wine too many loosening her tongue, “that boy could never hate you.”

Your mother was your closest confidant–boy troubles, irritating customers, crippling insecurities, she knew just what to say to make every problem shrink down into manageable ones. Easy to fix.

But not this. 

“Mom–”

“It was obvious from the minute you brought him home you were tied to each other. He may not be your familiar, but your grandmother and I both knew you would always be in each other’s lives.”

“Not anymore.” You shook your head, a wet sob stuck in your throat. “He’s not coming back. Not again.”

“I know it feels like an ending, darling. Like all hope is lost,” she said, hands squeezing your shoulders. Her eyes were bright and expressive, impossible to look away from. “But sometimes things fall apart because there’s no other way for them to go. And it’s natural to feel hurt and confused and angry. Those challenging moments are meant to teach us new things though, open our stubborn eyes and change us into us. Din will come back when the timing’s right. When you’ve both grown up a bit, walked your own separate paths for a few seasons. Trust me.”

So that’s what you did. 

You grew up, settled into your own skin. You made a name for yourself as a skilled mage and chandler. You started smiling a bit more. 

Missing Din became easier–felt less like the throbbing absence of a limb, more like the yearning ache of homesickness. Curious, since you were the one who had a roof over your head and a mailing address. 

There were still some nights you’d find yourself watching the moon, its waning and waxing. And it became a comfort, imagining Din somewhere out there in the wilds on his own path, sharing the same view.

Take your time, you would think in the lulling seconds before drifting off. I'm not going anywhere.

~~

If not for the stone markers, the graves in Ivers Forest wouldn’t look much like burial sites. The dislodged piles of dirt had been reclaimed by the earth, smoothed out and replenished with green tufts of grass dotted with dandelions doing what they did best. Thriving where least wanted. 

Sunlight trickled in through the overarching tree branches, shimmering beams igniting the dust and pollen floating in the air. The only movement in an otherwise frozen patch of wilderness. Not even the birds or crickets sung their songs there. Used to make you feel nauseous–the silence so still your heartbeat hurt to hear. 

You craved quietness these days. Wished you could preserve it in the wax of your candles somehow, then burn its essence and inhale its effects until your racing thoughts permanently settled down. But every kind of magic had its limitations.  Capturing the hush of a soul’s final resting place, raising the dead back to the realm of the living…it was all too much for you.

The lit candle cupped between your hands flickered, reacting to the negative dip of your mood. An infusion of lavender, bergamot, and a hint of lemon meant to invoke calmness–one of your grandmother’s favorite recipes. Except it didn’t smell like hers, missing the unique, spicy aftereffect of her own magic that you would never in your lifetime be able to mimic. It was a plain and simple fact: you could run her store, you could copy her recipes, but you couldn’t ever actually be her. 

Didn’t stop you from trying to fill your grandmother’s shoes though, to be everything she was remembered and loved for.

A talented mage, a successful businesswoman, a respected member of the community. Accomplishments which matched those of a happy life. Accomplishments you’d earned for yourself, checked off each box through hard work and stubborn persistence. 

You should have been happy. 

But the feeling remained elusive to you. Hovered just beyond your reach, enshrouded in a mist of uncertainty, not so different from a certain bounty hunter you were dearly fond of. 

It was foolish, thinking of him at the same spot everything shattered to pieces. You rubbed at your nose, grimacing against the phantom sensation of blood leaking from your nostrils. If only you’d mourned the loss of your grandmother and Aunt Bunny the way most people did, instead of nearly getting yourself killed trying to bend the rules of the universe to your whim, maybe then things would have been different. Happier.

Your candle’s flame flickered again, angrier this time, nearly snuffing out. 

“Sorry, sorry. Brighter days are on the horizon, I believe you,” you muttered to yourself, staring down at your grandmother’s marker with a rueful half-smile. Some days it felt cathartic to speak out loud, other times a little ridiculous. Regardless, nobody ever replied back. 

“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” a familiar voice agreed from behind. 

Until then, apparently.

Ginger was a great roommate. She was tidy, thoughtful, far more brilliant than everyone else in the village combined. She also knew how to find you when you didn’t want to be found and when it was time to bring you home again. Even when you weren’t ready to admit so.

You greeted her with an arm nudge as she stepped up beside you, shoulder pressing back against yours. She adjusted her glasses, then neatly held her hands in front of her. The stance of someone who intended to stick around for a while.

“Caught up in the past again, hmm?”

“Guilty,” you answered with a sigh. “Can’t seem to shake the habit.”

“You ever think about, maybe, finding someone to anchor you in the present?” she asked, like the question had an easy answer. 

“Someone like who?”

“A boyfriend.”

You hummed a dismissive note. “No. Not even once. Why the hell would I want that?”

“It’s called dating, hon. Lots of single fish out there in the sea, including some of Merlin’s friends.” Ginger tilted her head to meet your gaze, an encouraging look in her dark eyes. “Could be good for you. Why not give it a shot?”

Why not? Because you were still grappling with the consequences of the last (and first) time you kissed someone. Why not? Because dating meant opening yourself up to someone, allowing them to see you. Every crack, every shadow, every shortcoming. Why not? Because someone already had seen you like that…and you’d lost him.

You bit into your lower lip, stared down at the pooling melted wax filling the jar as if the words you lacked were stuck there, waiting to be pulled free. But nothing could be found.

“Change can be scary,” Ginger said after a moment. There was a note of sympathy in her voice, and you didn’t want to hear it. Not there, where out of the corner of your eye you swore you glimpsed the glint of beskar, where the dividing line between past and present had never been blurrier. “But…you’re not happy with the way things are right now, are you?” The expression on Ginger’s face told you she knew the truth. She just wanted to hear you say it.

It wasn’t an easy thing to do. Something about actually giving voice to the problem that had been weighing down on you so long felt akin to tearing your heart out of your chest. Exposed for one of your closest friends in the whole world to gawk at.

“No,” you answered, shoulders curving with defeat. A sour taste in your mouth, you choked out, “I’m not happy.”

“The first step’s admitting it.” Your roommate slung her arm around your back, squeezing your upper arm. Then: “The next step’s taking a leap of faith and doing something about it.”

~~

Later, you convinced a stubborn Pero Tovar to make you a cottage out of The Cupboard. (That’s a whole other story on its own). 

Later, Pero kissed you beneath a sky full of shooting stars. It was unexpectedly sweet. Romantic. (Another story for another time.)

Later, you broke Pero’s heart because (beware of spoilers) for all the potential reasons you might’ve been happy together, there was one glaring detail you couldn’t overlook no matter how hard you tried. 

He wasn’t Din.

And life went on and on and on.

~~

On one shelf in The Cupboard, towards the back where you kept your wax molds, there was a row of candles—different colors, different infusions, each created with a different person in mind. There was a pink one for your mother, a grey one for your stepfather, light blue for Ginger and green for Benny and yellow for Frankie. Din’s was gold, Will’s a dark shade of purple and Santiago’s a vibrant orange. Pero had a black one, though with the unpleasant awkwardness still lingering after the breakup his had become the least burned in your collection—well, actually that was not entirely true. There was one you’d never lit at all. An earthy brown shade and still as pristine as the day you made it for a familiar you’d yet to meet.

None of these people asked for a candle. They didn’t pay for them or choose their colors or infusions. You made the candles in your own free time of your own volition. Because there was something about the process of melting wax and adding scents, about infusing strength and peace and creativity and protection that gave you a sense of purpose, of being a positive force.  

You burned them sporadically, sometimes for hours while you finalized orders, sometimes for under ten minutes as you drank a cup of tea. You burned them when your magic sensed something was needed, a void only it could help fill. You burned them because nothing hurt you worse than when the ones you loved most were suffering, the hopeful vibrance in their eyes dimming and waning. 

There were some tragedies which could not be avoided. Some hardships that must be endured and overcome by one’s own strength. Life was never a smooth path for anybody. For every sunny day there were also moonless nights.

But light would always come again.

Afterall, even the biggest of shadows were powerless against the smallest of candle flames. 

~~

Monday: breakfast at your mother’s house, yummy biscuits and troubled lines along your stepfather’s brow, news of a sick relative, a grey candle burned to bring him peace of mind.

Tuesday: lunch with Frankie, tired smudges beneath downcast eyes, discussions of nightmares, the dancing flame of a yellow candle promised sweeter dreams.

Wednesday: stacks of orders, piles of laundry, Ginger lent a helping hand, a blue candle lit over dinner in gratitude.

Thursday: Santiago and his restless spirit, the notes of an acoustic guitar played by scarred hands, new song lyrics in black ink, an orange candle ignited to summon enlightenment of life’s priorities.

Friday: woke up before the sunrise, magic tugged at your chest, a gold candle grabbed and lit before you even registered its meaning, heartbeat dangerously frantic.

It’s happening, you thought with a laugh verging on hysterical. It’s really happening.

Din was coming back.

~~

Night had descended upon Eldergrove by the time Din approached The Cupboard. It was reassuring to learn his preference for the cloak of darkness concealing his presence hadn’t changed. Helped appease something ruffled deep inside you, eased the tension in your spine. 

He knocked on the door–and that hadn’t changed either, the achingly familiar thud of leather-gloved knuckles against the wood. Even without the gold candle still burning away on your kitchen table, you would have known it was him by the mere sound alone.  

Electricity seemed to thrum along your nerves, pulse spasming and fingers trembling as you gripped the doorknob. Your mom had told you Din would return when the timing was right, and you’d believed her. Except absolutely nothing felt right about then and there. It was an impossible clash of too soon and too long without any middle ground to stand on.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and stepped outside. A leap of faith. 

And for the first time in over a year, you and Din shared the same moon.

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New au just droped lol

Bit of info about the au

Its an scp superhero au for lack of a better name, basically everyone becomes or a superhero or a supervillan depending on how much drama it can couse lol >:)

Like the ambassador/701 is a bad guy because they deserve to be mean and free, they are a model in Europe and they basically are the hanged king evil sugar baby(not to say that the hanged king isnt evil in this au since he is both a mobster and a cult leard but now he is bound to a wheelchair both because of a illness and also because someone beat the shit out him when he was younger), the hanged king lend some of his power to the ambassador and lord so they could continue his legacy while he watched over them, so now the ambassador has a fraction of the hanged king mind breaking powers :)

For a bit of context of what the hanged king powers are basically is a very very powerful form of telepathy for example he can make you feel stuff that isnt there like a smell, a taste or even pain from a stab wound ect. He can control your nervers to make your boby follows his will but he can do this only with a limited number of people at a time and obviously read your mind from a limeted range, so basically the lords and ambassador have a weaker version of this thanks to the king knowing that sharing is caring lol

049 is a good guy even if he is more on the grey area, like he trys to do good and help people but his methods can be a bit questionable sometimes for this reason the foundation force him in a sort of retirement he no longer does hero work, like the classic fighting bad guys, but he now work has a teacher for new heros/foundation personal; he still has his death touch but it can be regulated to just stun people but he needs to be carefull with it still because his death touch is very emoition based(a bit cheesy i know but i think it fits idk) so the more intense emotion he feels the more deadly his sink becomes. 049 can still create zombies since he learned how to after a mission gone wrong and some more agsty stuff that has to do with the handed king and his cult lol

682, 999 and 053 are all siblings, they are all children of the scarlet king whice he too has a cult of his own lol, 999 and 053 are in the foundation care thanks to 682 bringing them to the foundation in hopes to give them a better life but thanks to this they is now force to work for the foundation as a hero whice they are not so fond of but he would do anything for their little sisters. 999 and 053 are now in traing at the foundation to in future become heros they do this both because they want to do what their big sibling is doing and both because the foundation said so. 682 powers are basically the same as in the articol lol, they are very lizard like, have a very strong regeneration and can adapt to anything, 999 is pretty much the same she is made out of slime and if touched can make you feel happy and all that stuff but the thing js she can sort of eat negative emotions whice can create more slime whice in turn she can shape and use as a weapon or throw it at people lol whatever she feels like tbh but this can be very straining if done to much or if the emotion is to overwhelming, 053 is more complicated since i dont think her powers would be fully developed at her age but in short her powers are that she can project emotion on to people, at the moment only one person at the time, but since she groow up in a dhit place whice is her father’s cult this emotion often maje individuals near her become aggressive and violent especially towards her but she recently with the traing from the foundation and being in a better place has learned how to temporarily turn off this ability

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Baldur's Gate 3

Baldur's Mouth 1492 DR Issue 3

Hear ye, hear ye, good folk, come and buy today's edition for all the latest news from our beloved city of Baldur's Gate. Only 2 gold coins, yes, yes! In fact, a number of new adventurers have been in the news recently, and they're even making today's headlines! Find out all about their exploits and tribulations. Here's a taste of what's to come for you ladies and gentlemen!

❤ Let's talk about our adventurers. Humans, elves, drows…not to mention each of their classes. Believe me, the battles fought will never be the same, depending on the tactics chosen. What's more, their equipment has constantly evolved over the course of their journey, giving them more spells and techniques, so they could adapt even more to their environment. So my dear readers, if you want to go on an adventure, you're spoiled for choice, but think carefully about the type of fighter that will suit you best. Oh, and did I mention all their clothing choices? 2 pieces to find out! ❤ Let's meet their group. Our editor was able to spend a night at their camp to gauge the atmosphere. At first they were almost scalped by a slightly drunk Githyanki, then nearly bitten by a hungry man, frightened by a bear and ended up suffocated in the arms of a very affectionate Tiefling. But after a few pints of beer and listening to the tales of adventure from an occultist, it became clear that this small group was much more than just linked by an oath of arms. In the midst of all the bickering, a warm atmosphere settled in, and clearly they would have liked to have stayed longer by their side. The man with the sharp teeth will tell you that they're mainly ‘a bunch of weirdos’, but ‘family’ is more appropriate. ❤ Among their tales, their greatest epic was their pursuit of the Absolute that threatened the world. Months of various quests as heartbreaking as they were happy, difficult choices to be made that would have led to more divergent paths, friends, enemies, betrayals…..a memorable expedition! They've also told us that they'd like to relive this adventure if they could, because with their experience now, it's certain that they could approach this chapter of their lives in so many different ways. ❤ But according to them, exploration was the best part of this quest. The scenery was always breathtaking, and they never failed to discover new places and new secrets, even after circling the area countless times. Even today, they are certain that they have still missed some hidden corners. The area around Baldur's Gate really is full of riches! ❤ As we followed our adventurers, we came across a famous minstrel who accompanied us with so many ballads and songs as epic as their battles. A real treat for the ears! The name Borislav Slavov was whispered to me. A round of applause for the artist! ❤ Rumour has it that a new form of magic called ‘mods’, developed by admirers of the group, has brought many new features to the lives of our adventurers. We're very grateful to them!

+/- The group told us, however, that they'd got off to a rocky start. They clearly hadn't mastered all the combat codes and were totally unfamiliar with this new environment, not to mention all the equipment such as scrolls, consumables and artefacts of all kinds….It was a bit of an overwhelming experience. It took them several days to begin acclimatizing, until this new way of life became far too intoxicating to stop along the way. So, my dear customers, if you feel like leaving with them, be sure to be patient and curious enough to fully experience the thrill of the trip. +/- So be extremely meticulous when arranging your inventory. Loot is plentiful and varied, but can quickly get lost at the bottom of your bag.

✖ Adventure isn't always pretty, you know. According to them, some battles were so full of opponents that it was almost ridiculous against our 4 poor (but valiant) fighters. And sometimes, the minions were stronger than the enemy's own leader! that must have been pretty anticlimactic. ✖ A strange magic was sometimes felt, as the world seemed to glitch around them. People suddenly lost their voices or remained immobilized for several seconds during a fight, objects disappeared from the inventory…brrr it gives you the creeps.

I feel like I've told you too much, but I assure you there's still so much to know about them and Baldur's Gate! Only 2 coins for a revue that could change your life and inspire you to go on an adventure. Who knows, maybe you'll become the new hero of the region, and the subject of my next issue ;)

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What Do You Need To Release This Lunar Eclipse? 🌝❤️‍🔥🌞

~28th of October, 2023

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards- The Star, King of Swords, 5 of Cups, 9 of Wands, 10 of Cups, 4 of Swords

Bottom of the deck- The Empress

Charm- Butterly

Hello, my beautiful pile 1. I hear, “I get overwhelmed so easily my anxiety creeps inside of me making it hard to breathe. What comes over me feels like I am somebody else.” During this eclipse, the universe is asking you to release self-doubt regarding your persona. People don't see who you truly are and the need for validation makes you feel trapped. But pile 1 I see how beautiful you are. Maybe some people think that you are weird but it's just that their taste is limited. Sometimes you see your worth and sometimes it hurts too bad when someone else cannot appreciate you for who you are. Who wouldn't like to be loved? It's time to change the way you approach things and the way you have been doing things. You're on the healing journey but all you need is a final breakthrough that finally pulls you out of this cycle of going to and fro from feeling worthy and unworthy. My dear pile 1 your wish regarding emotional fulfillment and being seen is coming true. You will soon finally be able to build strong boundaries and a loving relationship with someone. Someone around you appreciates you so much. This eclipse you are asked to release the grief and ignorance. You've thought enough, you've felt enough. It's time you let go and make the first move if you're hesitant to make an important decision. It's your thoughts and hurt that are trying to protect you from getting hurt again. But I can clearly see that you aren't going to get hurt. This eclipse spend time with the person you love. It can be anyone. Your family, friends, boyfriend/girlfriend. Some of you wished for a certain connection for a very long time and you know it's healthy for you. You're a bit afraid though. Your mind knows that your wish is coming true in front of your eyes but it's your heart that is afraid of some kind of commitment. You're just replaying the old scenarios. You guys wished so hard and it's coming true. And now when the wish is coming true you're afraid. God, your heart! You still have a long way to go but please don't forget that you've come so far. But for what? To give up? Giving up is not in your cards pile 1. For many of you, I see it's love interest but even if it's something else please do what's needed to finally have this wish in your life. This situation is in your hands. Only you can do something about it. Make sure you do what's best for you! After doing so much just don't keep yourself in isolation or on the other side. I hear, “I am a little bit honest. I am starting to fear the things I have wanted. Like hold your hands and talking.” Don't be so arrogant to think that you don't deserve something too good to be true. God bless you, pile 1. I hope everything works out in your favor.

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Pile 2

Tarot cards- The Lovers, 6 of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, The Fool, Knight of Wands, King of Cups

Bottom of the deck- 3 Pentacles

Charm- Key

Hello, my dear pile 2. I see duality in your cards. Some of you seem to be in a dilemma about starting a new journey. Everything depends on your decision. The wheel will move as soon as you make the decision. So I wouldn't suggest you rush because soon you'll get the clarity. Perhaps on the day of the eclipse itself which is on the 28th of October. You've been working on something. For some of you, there is someone involved in what you have been working on. Maybe your decision affects someone and that is why you can't decide. But your cards are quite favorable so I definitely see victory for you, pile 2. A cycle is ending in your life and a new cycle is beginning. Don't let your emotions stop you from starting this new cycle. You'll love what's coming for you after making the right decision. Don't be impatient or competitive. I also see that some of you may have participated in a competition or something and are now waiting for the results. You guys are going to win this competition. Just don't wish bad for your competitors but hope for the best for yourself. But for others, I definitely see emotions that may come in between and you might feel unstable. So think before you act. There's a small tip here that says that you guys are missing a detail. Keep your eyes open. You are so excited about something and also overwhelmed at the same time that you might miss something so important for you to enjoy this victory or a new start. Pile 2, I see confidence in you but I also see that it will only take a moment for you to cross the line and become overconfident. If you apply for a job or something the chances of your selection are pretty good. Remember to use your words wisely. For some of you, I see that your words create magic. And such a gift must be taken care of. Your smile, your aura, and your thoughts are infectious. All you need to do is keep the balance. The moment you make a mistake everything can go downhill. So please release the need to talk unnecessarily or prove your point. Handle situations calmly and keep the balance. You guys are literally one decision away from the success. Keep your calm. Don't burn someone with your fire. Stay away from overoptimism, overconfidence, and overindulgence. Release if such emotions come to the surface and you will see everything working out for you. A new opportunity is definitely knocking at your door. Keep your eyes open. Keep yourself up to date and you won't miss a detail. God bless you, pile 2. May everything work out for you eventually.

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Pile 3

Tarot Cards- 3 of Wands, 3 of Swords, The Magician, Justice, 5 of Cups, The Hierophant

Bottom of the deck- The Moon

Charms- Dolphin, Fairy

Okay, pile 3. The first intuitive thought that I heard was, “Blame's on me.” A group of 3 I see. This is very specific but I feel there were 2 people involved who hurt you. As you choose to see the truth and not let any kind of illusions fool you for a minute, justice will be served. You were hoping for something good out of this bond but at the same time, I also feel that you too could sense that something was wrong. I feel your pain. I see it. Now you are on your own. For some of you, I see that you have already started healing which is amazing! But the hurt is still there. This eclipse is asking you to finally take the leap and sweep all this negativity out of your life. Don't keep a crumble. Though you're healing you're still keeping the story, the narrative, and the hurt. You still play the scenarios in your head and it hurts you. It's doing no good. You may think that you're not a good daughter/son, sibling, or friend. But that's not true my dear pile 3. If you start to let go of ALL the pain now then by the end of Scorpio season you will finally feel free and light. Your heart will again carry the same hope and love for the world. I also see that some of you feel useless. I would highly recommend you to do some selfless service. You'll see how much your presence makes a difference in this world. I hear, “I am still holding on to everything that's dead and gone. I don't wanna say goodbye cause this one means forever...ohh it hurts so hard for a million different reasons. You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces.” Pile 3 you feel responsible for holding onto the dead. You're not supposed to keep what's gone. Release it. Transform it into art or something you do. But don't keep it as it is. It will take time for you to release unresolved pain but you must begin this journey of taking EVERYTHING out of the system. From the outside, it seems that you have it under control but if someone asked your heart it would start bleeding again. Let it heal. Every day you touch the same wound. The only way to heal the wound is to stop touching it. Don't discuss it too much with others. Ask how can you heal. Participate in activities with your loved ones. You are halfway on this journey of healing and I am here to tell you that to make it to the end you must accept the truth and heal with the intention and understanding that one day it will only be a chapter in your life, you will be waving it a final goodbye. Just be honest with yourself. You know it's a bit comfortable where you are right now, in the middle, because you are not involved in the situation but you're not completely out of it either. You've got so much anger and hurt in your hurt. I hope you soon come out of this situation. Also, don't neglect yourself and your loved ones. God bless you, pile 3. I hope everything works out for you.

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for the oc ask game: ❤️🤍💔🖤🍸! (for either marshall or posey or both!)

marshall and posey asks!

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

posey is careful, loyal, and reliable! which is funny because the way she presents herself you wouldn't be quick to guess these as her qualities, she can be a mess and looks like it a lot but she knows to keep her mess to herself and not make it anyone else's problem. once she's latched on to people she will follow them anywhere and you can trust her to get shit done, while also approaching it with a clear head and not rushing into it without thinking

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

she's confident, insightful, and persistent, which can all be good but also get in the way of things depending on the situation and the other people involved. her confidence sometimes borders on arrogance and especially in combination with how persistent and stubborn she can be, it can be overwhelming to try and get her to see things from a different point of view. her insightfulness comes in handy on many occasions, but some people think it's creepy that she can read them so well

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

posey can be very disruptive, inconsiderate, and a bit rigid in her way of thinking. her brain goes very fast and she can barely keep up with it herself, which often results in her saying too much, not thinking enough about what she's saying, or her refusing to let anyone in to suggest to do something differently because she has things to do and places to be and there's no time or room for anything else. she needs time to sit with her thoughts and can then properly change her mind about things, but especially in the heat of the moment she can be very difficult to work with

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

posey has never physically hurt anyone or killed anyone for that matter, but that will most likely change in this story considering the. obvious circumstances. anyway she's definitely broken a lot of hearts before, she loves one night stands and messing around and dating and all that but is not too great at communication and often forgets that her partners may go into it expecting more and then she can't provide them with that, which causes conflict and generally ends with posey being blocked on all social media

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

posey will drink anything honestly. she's not too fond of fruity and sweet drinks, she prefers the bitter stuff a lot more and will drink it straight from the bottle. to her it's more about just getting drunk than really enjoying the taste; if she does want to enjoy the taste she will drink it with coffee :]