#sorry to say this but reblog so this spreads i'm so curious if these are crazy niche

[bodywhorror]

* I don't see dead people anymore and if you don't believe in ghosts take it up with my family because I have no memory of this

** without the intention of buying a dog, obviously

*** if this is bullshit and isn't a thing people do well then i'm not lying my grandmother is okay. also it was supposedly "don't do that."

[natti-ice]

Hi lovely!

Could I ask for a Benedict fic where him and reader get pretty messy with the his paints? 💕🥹

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, nudity, sensual touching, kissing, implied sex (1k words)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

You had met Benedict at a social event this past season and the two of you got on very well, any time you saw each other in passing you had to stop and make conversation. You felt at ease with him, he was so down to Earth unlike most of the uptight socialites of the city. You were very fond of him in general and it seemed he felt the same about you. Not to mention the fact you were also very attracted to him. He often spoke to you about his art and his passion for finding the beauty in life, he showed you his work book of sketches, all of random things he found beautiful even if most people don't.

Today on a casual stroll in the park, Benedict casually asked you if you would like to be the subject of one of his paintings, you had never thought of modeling before but it intrigued you. You were always curious on how people viewed you and this would show you his perspective of you, so you agreed. He brought you back to his studio and showed you some of paintings he had hanging around by artists that inspired him, then he lead you over to the center of the room where he had a large sheet of white paper spread across the floor. You assumed it was to protect his floors from any paint drippings but you were quite wrong.

"This is our canvas for today, my lady" Benedict smiles

You chuckle and furrow your brows a bit "I'm sorry what? Are you going to draw a life size version of me?"

"No, dear" he laughs softly "I'm going to paint with you. I want to use your body as a brush, if that's okay with you of course" he adds that last part in quickly to reassure you can pull out at any time. There's a sparkle in his eyes as he explains how he wants to cover your nude bodies in paint and roll around making an abstract design. "So, what do you say?" His voice is filled with hope, he desperately wants you to say yes.

You think about his offer for a moment, the thought of being naked with him excites you but also makes you very nervous. You have only known him a short amount of time but you trust him a lot, you nod with a soft smile "okay, I'm in."

"Excellent" he grins and claps his hands together once "you can get undressed while I prepare the paints." he gives you a comforting smile then turns around and walks to the back of his studio where he keeps his paint. You slowly start to undress, you feel the butterflies in your stomach intensifying as you shed each piece of clothing. Finally naked, you fold your clothes neatly and set them on a small sofa nearby. The window of the studio is cracked out letting in a soft breeze, you feel goosebumps grow on your bare skin and your nipples become erect.

A few moments later, Benedict came back carrying a tray with small cans full of paint "alright here we are-" he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, his eyes wide in surprise as he takes all of you in "wow... you're absolutely breathtaking" his voice is so soft it's almost a whisper

You chuckle nervously, you feel your whole body start to heat up "um, thank you, sir" you wrap your arms around your body, very aware of how exposed you are. He steps closer to you and sets the tray on a small table, he picks up a can filled with red paint and holds it up to you.

"May I?" He asks for permission, you nod slightly giving him full access to your body. He dips two fingers into the paint and slowly runs them along your collar bone, it slowly starts to drip down your front as your body temperature melts the paint. He works his way down your body, streaking the red all over you, his fingertips ever so slightly graze your nipples sending a shiver down your spine. "Beautiful" he whispers softly before setting the paint canister down and began to strip his clothes off.

You watched him closely as each article of clothing flew from his body leaving him bare in front of you. He gripped your arm softly and turned you around, he slowly poured some of the paint down your back letting it cascade down your back. He presses himself against your back slightly, you can feel his breath tickling your neck as he began to place soft hot kisses along the side. He used one hand to rub the red all over your back, a gasp caught in your throat as his larges hands rubbed soft circles on your ass.

When he finished he turned you around to face him, he picked up a can of blue paint and handed it to you "now you do me" his voice soft but laced with something more sensual. You take the can and start to smear blue all over his body, trying desperately to avoid his intimate areas as best as possible even if it was staring right at you. Once he was blue from the neck down he gently took your hand and brought you down to the paper on the floor. "Lay back, darling," he instructed playfully "we're gonna roll around a bit" he chuckles before rolling on top of you, his arms wrapped around your body as he goes in for a kiss.

Things escalated quickly from there, paint began to adorn the paper as you two made love. Shades of blue and red mixed together leaving streaks of purple behind, hand prints of different colors could be seen throughout the paper. Moans filled the studio, there was also the occasional sound of paper ripping when things became too intense. When it was all said and done, Benedict framed the work and even put it up in a gallery. People always asked how he created such an abstract piece of art, he came up with a story of how he just started throwing paint at the canvas. Only you and him ever knew the truth.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

redemption : night visit. l General Marcus Acacius

❤️‍ broken hearts seek redemption ❤️‍

Summary:  he decided to show you your place

Warnings:  angst, knife, attempted rape, many bad words

A/N: I decided to tell this story this way. sorry for these scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

first part is here >> night visit <<

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

broken hearts seek redemption [masterlist]

Returning to Rome after a few weeks spent in a seaside estate surrounded by olive groves was a brutal clash with reality. However, you couldn't run away from your obligations forever, and your friends began sending you letters asking about your return. 

Sudden disappearances always led to numerous speculations, and drawing attention to yourself was something you wanted to avoid.

News of your return quickly spread throughout the city and among your friends, and soon you found yourself at a party organized within the walls of the Emperor's palace.

Octavia, one of your friends and the wife of a senator closely associated with the Emperor, immediately took you in her arms and led you through the room filled with guests.

"I'm glad to see you healthy. The seaside weather is definitely good for you." she chirped, taking you by the arm as you slowly walked towards the terrace. "I was really worried about you. You disappeared so suddenly and without a word!"

"I had to rest. I made a decision in a moment and I was already on my way before I thought about telling anyone about it." You said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."

"My worries are nothing compared to what I want to tell you." Octavia replied, lowering her voice slightly and looking around. "I didn't want to write to you about it in a letter."

"Is something wrong?" You frowned. "Please, don't say it's about your husband!"

Your friend shook her head. "No, it's about General Acacius and... you. But I know all this from my husband. You missed a lot while you were out of town, dearest."

You didn't tell anyone about what happened between you and Marcus Acacius that evening when he showed up at your house. Leaving town seemed like the best solution. 

Although you knew that Marcus's behavior was intensified by the wine and what he had heard from Senator Augustus, it could not fully excuse him. 

You had known each other for several years, you loved him and were loyal to him, but what he wanted to do, even though your sheets had long since known his body and warmth, was unacceptable. 

He had hurt you. Love was a powerful feeling, and you loved him more than life itself, but that night... You knew that if what he wanted to do had come true, if he had taken possession of you by force, it would have destroyed you both. 

General Marcus Acacius was a man of honor, after sobering up he would have lost his mind knowing what he had done.

Octavia led you to a bench on the terrace hidden between flowering bushes, away from the curious glances of other guests. She took your hands in hers and squeezed them lightly, her gaze full of concern.

"You know very well that my husband is close to the Emperor." she began calmly, trying to choose her words carefully. "Some time ago, shortly after you left, he was in his chambers. They were deep in conversation when General Acacius appeared. He was furious, or at least that's what he seemed to be. He asked for a private audience with the Emperor and he agreed. My husband left, but they were talking so loudly..."

"What did he hear?" you asked, feeling shivers down your spine.

Octavia took a deep breath. "Marcus asked... He demanded that the Emperor give him Senator Augustus and Titus. He said that they were a disgrace to the Empire, that their actions had covered him with shame and that only revenge on them would allow him to regain at least the last remnants of dignity."

Your eyes widened in surprise. You pulled your ice-cold hands out of your friend's grip and turned your head. Octavia continued in a hushed voice.

"The Emperor refused. He knew that Marcus would tear them apart with his bare hands. However, he asked if anyone else was involved in this matter, but the General didn’t answer. Augustus and Titus were sent to distant provinces to govern them. It saved their lives from Marcus' hands, but it was practically exile from Rome."

"What about Marcus?" your voice was barely audible.

Octavia's gentle hand rested on your shoulder. "My husband said that Acacius was going crazy with rage. He spends hours in the military camp. If it weren't for the whims of the Emperor, he wouldn't show up at the palace. You know how much they like him here..." a gentle arm wrapped around your waist, and Octavia rested her chin on your shoulder "I know you love Marcus... I can see that, and the happiness of both of you is something I pray to the gods for. However, I've heard rumors... Very bad rumors."

"People love rumors." You replied, trying to sound firm. "We shouldn't believe everyone."

"However, if Marcus believed them..." you looked at her, terrified. "He would drown Rome in blood if someone tried to lay a finger on you. He would go mad." she brushed her lips against your shoulder and smiled faintly "I'm sorry I told you that, but you had to know."

"Thank you. You're a real friend."

Octavia stood up and held out her hand, smiling encouragingly as music suddenly reached your ears.

"Come on. There are many people who would like to see you again. I thought I saw Aurelia, this second pregnancy makes her look even more beautiful."

You allowed yourself to be led to the chambers, and then you immersed yourself in conversations with long-lost friends. Time passed pleasantly, but when the Emperor appeared, and you noticed a familiar figure by his side, your heart sank.

General Marcus Acacius looked as powerful as usual, but only you noticed something changed in his gaze. The brown, beautiful eyes that you adored so much seemed tired and empty. However, when his gaze met yours, he stiffened.

Everyone and everything around you disappeared. There was only you and him, and what stood between you.

He left immediately.

When Caius appeared in your chambers that same night with information about General Acacius' arrival, you felt like you were playing out the same story again.

"Take another one of the servants." You ordered him in a whisper. "Keep your weapons with you and stay behind the door."

"Of course." He nodded.

Once he was at the door, however, you realized your servants would be weak opponents for Marcus.

"Caius..." the man turned around at the door. "Take two with you."

He nodded and left. Caution never hurt anyone, and you wanted to feel at least a little more confident. Although Octavia's words and Marcus' reaction to seeing you made you want to talk to him, common sense told you to be careful.

And there he was, standing in your doorway. The traveling cloak on his shoulders looked the same as it had during his last visit. Only his eyes... His eyes were full of something you couldn't read.

"My lady." he nodded, his voice low and quiet.

"Marcus." you replied. "I'm glad to see you in good health."

"Thank you. My heart was filled with joy to hear that you had returned to Rome, though I'm sure it was sad to leave this place you call your safe haven."

"Yes. The trees are full of olives, and the grapes are even sweeter than a year ago." you replied.

"I would give a lot to be able to see that place with you again. You created a real paradise on earth there."

Your thoughts briefly escaped to your last trip to the coast. Marcus seemed so calm to you then, and you were so happy in his arms. It was a time when there was no one and nothing but the two of you.

However, you quickly shook yourself and cleared your throat. "What brings you to me, Marcus? It's late for a visit."

"I couldn't wait until morning." he replied and took a step towards you.

He noticed with despair that you backed away. You had never done that before. He lowered his gaze.

"I came to beg for forgiveness. What I did... Gods! I'm ashamed just thinking about it."

You stood before him, and even though you were so close Marcus had the impression that you were thousands of miles apart. What did he even expect coming here? His heart was beating like crazy in his chest.

"I know I've stained my honor," he continued. "I let myself be deceived by envious tongues, I believed in something that never happened. You were always faithful and loyal to me, and I... I didn't deserve you. I didn't deserve forgiveness."

Before you could open your mouth he pulled his sword from his belt, and your heart stopped for a moment. But Marcus didn't point it at you. He held it in both hands, and then fell to his knees in front of you, extending his hands towards you.

"I didn't deserve to live." he said "I don't deserve forgiveness. I don't deserve your love. I doubted you. I wanted to do something that would hurt you even though I promised you to always protect you. Take this and bring justice. The only proper punishment I deserve."

You looked at him, stunned. This act was full of courage and obedience. The general of the Roman Empire was kneeling before you, ready for you to strike him.

"Take this." he said, and when you didn't react, he repeated louder "Take this and end my suffering! Have mercy on me!"

Your hand tightened on the hilt of the sword, you felt its weight in your hand and lifted it. The same sword that had killed so many opponents was now about to pierce the body of its owner. Marcus' blood was supposed to bring him redemption, but you were already hesitating.

"This is not the solution..." you said quietly.

Brown eyes lifted and looked at you. Then you understood. 

Fear, that's what you saw in Marcus' eyes. He was really afraid, but not of losing his life. His life had no value to him, especially when he felt that he had lost you. All his actions, feelings and thoughts were always directed at you. Now he had nothing left.

The sword fell to the floor with a loud clatter. The door opened immediately and you saw Caius with two other servants as they rushed inside.

"Go away!" you called before they could run to you "Leave us. Please."

"My lady..." Caius's gaze moved between you and General Acacius.

"I’m safe. Please, Caius, leave us."

The man hesitantly closed the door behind him. You looked at Marcus.

"Stand up, please."

He shook his head. So it was you who sat on the floor right in front of him, and seeing the surprise on his face you placed your hand on his cheek, it was hot.

"You hurt me, Marcus. No one hurts as much as the people we love." you said and he closed his eyes "I know you weren't yourself that night..."

"Don't make excuses for me." he interrupted you "I don't deserve this."

"You weren't yourself. You weren't the Marcus I know." you continued taking his face in both of your hands "I don't want to make excuses for you, but I want to understand."

"You wanted to stab yourself because of me. I still have it in my mind..." tears glistened in his brown eyes "I don't deserve you. I was like a wild animal, and you..."

"And I stopped you." you finished for him "If you didn't love me, my threats would have been useless. I heard you were with the Emperor..."

"Augustus and Titus." Marcus hissed, frowning "I wanted to chop them into pieces for what they did. They poisoned my mind. They were always envious of how the Emperor treated me, so their eyes were directed at you. They knew that you were the most important to me."

"Luckily you didn't do anything you could later regret."

"How can you say that, love?" His colossal hands grabbed yours. "I destroyed us. Everything we had."

Despair flowed from his lips and eyes fixed on you. Tears were also pressing under your eyelids. Nothing else compared to this. When you spoke, you felt that your voice was shaking slightly.

"When I was little, the old maid who took care of me told me about the Phoenix. A beautiful bird that burned itself to be reborn from its ashes. I thought it was impossible... Nothing that dies can be reborn. But now I think differently..." you took a deep breath "I love you, Marcus. Despite everything, I love you. And I know that we won't get back on the right path right away, that it will take time, but I want to try. We will be reborn stronger. If we survive this, we will survive everything else... I don't want to write us off."

Marcus looked at you completely surprised. After a moment, however, his plush lips parted.

"My lady..." he whispered "I don't deserve you. I will be your servant until the end of my days. Every day I will atone for my sins, counting on your mercy towards me."

He pressed your hands to his lips, showering them with kisses. Tears ran down your cheeks, but you weren't ashamed of them. 

You felt calm. Whatever fate had to give you, you wanted to accept it. With Marcus. You knew him, you knew that his promises were law. You were like a goddess to him, and he was your protector.

You put your forehead to his, your hands resting on his neck.

You will both be reborn stronger, it must have been the will of the gods.

☆☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[a-friend-of-mara]

Hello hello

It's been a long long time since I made an intro post so time to do it again

Hello everyone, I'm Mara, I'm an 18 year old autistic trans girlie on the interwebs. I'm mostly into women but recently have been getting bi-curious, I'm poly and in a relationship with some lovely people, I am okay with you flirting but don't get upset if I don't reciprocate your feelings, my partners come first.

New: I'm pissed as fuck that I have to write this, I'm turning off asks because I got five "help my family" asks today alone...

Rant below in green

At first I was like "idk, I don't have money so I'll just delete it" now I'm sure it's bots doing the whole "help my family" garbage. I don't have a better word for it than "evil"... people are fucking suffering and some dickwads are trying to scam people out of money...... "oh but Mara how do you know its a scam" Hello there hypothetical goober who I made up for the sake of argument. I know it's a scam because the only thing I get more often than those asks are mommy doms in my dms saying "hello bitch" ... I'm not happy... I'm just not, tumblr should be for funny videos of fennec foxes, cats, queer shit, sad girl hours, and saying "mommy? Sorry" to other trans girls who I think are cute... NOT FUCKING GILT TRIPS

:(

I am a transgender woman, if you call me a sissy you're getting blocked

Stop asking where I'm from! I've heard that a hundred times and I'm tired of it!

I swear to Satan herself if one more guy is creepy in my DMs then I'm gonna start blocking all of them

Blank blogs I do not trust and will be presumed bots/scammers until proven otherwise, likes, reblogs, and a PFP take almost no time

My non-horny intests include

Computers

TTRPGs

Video games

Fixing stuff

I love talking to people and love attention even more so feel free to DM me*

*Dni list

Racists

Homophobic people

Transphobic people

TERFs

Anyone who calls me "sissy" or "tranny" or "shemale" because those are all derogatory terms and if you use them you're either an asshole or uneducated and I don't wanna take the time to figure out which

Favorite video games

(Last updated 5/13)

Titanfall 2

Team Fortress 2

Deep Rock Galactic

Beat saber

Project wingman

Cyberpunk 2077

Armored Core 6

Lethal Company

Pizza Tower

I love spreading little pockets of happiness around here sending messages saying "Heya you're loved and valid" to people on here

I frequently talk about Charlie, she's my PC, I built her with my own hands and seeing her damaged or malfunctioning hurts my soul

Ask me for money and you're being blocked instantly

Horny below the line

Dirty ask list

When giving an ask please give the question number and question, thx

I LOVE TO RP, PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT IT!

[reclusiverisottonero]

Me and Joot

❝ i'm not staring at you, i'm admiring you. ❞

-LuLu >:3

I won't lie this request ran away from me a little but it's fine this is my event i can break my own rules if i want hehe

💌 This request was for a Valentine's Day Fluff event available to member's of Papersiren's discord server. Requests are currently closed.

❌ Minors, ageless blogs, and blank blogs are never allowed to interact with my posts regardless of the rating of the content. You will be blocked if you like/reblog this post. Thank you for respecting my boundaries

Pairing: Jotaro/Reader (gn) Warnings: none, except for prepare my very shaky knowledge of marine biology sorry Notes: is this 4taro or 6taro? you decide! thanks to my friend who gave me this date idea and here is a video that helped inspire me further!

“Where are we going, Jojo?” 

You don’t receive an answer, which is no surprise, but you’ve been walking with your partner along this boardwalk for the last ten minutes and felt like you needed to break the silence with something. Florida summers are unforgiving even during this late hour, sweat in uncomfortable places as you continue walking. As much as you’re losing your patience, you’re also curious where all this is going.

It only takes another moment before Jotaro stops in front of a gate, a sign on the front saying “Research Staff Only” and he unlocks it to let you pass through. 

“We’re almost there.” He says, taking the path without another word knowing that you’ll follow. Once you catch up you wrap yourself around Jotaro’s arm and he huffs. You look up just in time as he pulls the brim of his hat down his head. 

Jotaro leads you to a private section of the beach. The sand is shades lighter than what you’re used to and the waters nearly crystal clear. Aside from obvious lack of human interference, it’s not apparent what’s so special about this area until Jotaro walks across the sand and you watch in awe as almost every step lights up around him in brilliant shades of blue. The glow in the ocean catches the corner of your eye too. The gentle waves roll across the shore and your breath hitches at the sight of large pockets of blue hiding within the water.  

“What the fuck.” Is the only way to sum up what you’re feeling right now. You take a few steps across the sand, your mouth hanging open as the fine grains light up gently under your feet. 

“Bioluminescent dinoflagellates. Specifically Noctiluca, or to be blunt: glowing algae.” Jotaro explains, “They’re generally harmless but it’s safer if you don’t—If you don’t touch them.” He sighs that part out when he turns to see your sandals in hand, ankle deep in the sand as you kick your bare feet around to unearth the algae hidden away. 

It’s become one of those rare date-nights where Jotaro says more words in an hour than he’ll speak the entire week. His face is serious as always while you ask as many algae related questions you can think of just to continue to hear his voice. After a while, you're too enamored with the sights to notice how quiet it’s become until you’re ready to ask another question and catch his soft gaze zeroed in on you. 

“What’re you staring at?” You tease, kicking a clump of sand at his legs which snaps Jotaro back into focus and earns you an annoyed grunt.

“I'm not staring at you,” Jotaro replies, trying and failing not to sound defensive, “I’m just—I’m—” Jotaro’s voice trails off for a moment, though you can hear the rest being said under his breath as his cheeks turn a faint shade of pink, “I’m admiring you.”

A grin spreads across your face and he lets out a much louder ‘yare yare’ before leaning down for a kiss to nip any teasing you might do in the bud. Doesn’t stop you from flicking out more clumps of sand on him though. When Star Platinum appears and grabs fistfuls of the sand while you run for dear life, the algae lighting up with each step to make you the perfect target, you don’t regret a single thing.

[brights-place]

Viva with an Hyper Sexual! S/O

Pairings: Viva X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slight mentions of smut,

A/N: As a Hypersexual person myself I was glad to write this to spread more awarness but I accidentally deleted the request by accident so I’m very sorry to whoeveer requeste it ( ´Д`)y━･~~

-WHOA okay Viva didn't know anything about it like at all

- You sat beside Viva who stared at you with curious eyes while you two were making candy necklaces that you could never finish but you stopped and let out a sigh

- "Hey Viva... uhm you know your my girlfriend and you say you love me always right?" You said nervously placing down your candy bracelet as you glanced over to Viva who held your hand "Sweetie! You know I will always be here for you!" "thanks- did you seriously just re-braided my hair?" You said giggling as Viva nodded excitedly - "Viva I'm hypersexual..." viva paused brain loading as she stared trying to listen but she kept on getting distracted "Uhm what is that?" Viva said confused leaning in holding your hand as you smiled

- "So uhm... Hyper sexuality looks different in every individual who has the condition its uhm how do I explain it well..." You muttered as Viva was playing with your fingers to comfort you "A person with hypersexuality may notice that sexual activities take over everything else in their life" Viva leaned in as you explained the inability to control or reduce sexual behaviors engaging in sexual behaviors despite adverse consequences, such as failed relationships and issues at work or school engaging in sexual behaviors despite experiencing little to no satisfaction from doing so experiencing increased tension or extreme arousal leading up to the sexual activity, followed by relief or a loss of tension afterward

- Viva sighed softly before kissing your cheek "(Name) honey you know I really care for you... and I will care for you always! OOH CANDY" Viva said to relax you before she got distracted by some more candy

- Viva would help you out whenever you have these urges you didn't want so she would try her best to relax you and keep you distracted

- Viva was told by you that well dating a hypersexual person can be quite challenging since you have a very high sex drive, and may be driven by most of our sexual urges, leading them to seek out and partake in a range of sexual activities and fantasies.

- It can be difficult to keep up with you and meet your needs as you may want to have a lot of sex or engage in activities that go beyond traditional boundaries but for Viva it wasn't bad at all

- Viva was energetic and always bursting with energy so no matter what she cares for you

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[runningwithscizzorz]

I need you to know that I’ve been a long time fan bc I’ve always adored your lmk art, but then you started posting about Cult of the Lamb. I got curious seeing your art and other reblogs abt it, so I ended up buying it for myself.

….It’s been about a week since then. I have hardly slept. My wrists are cramping. And I quite literally cannot stop thinking about these silly lil guys.

I don’t know whether to say thank you, or ask for my own intervention at this point lol

HAHAHAHA- I mean, I'm very sorry for your wrists... but godDAMN the comedic buildup in this literally made me run out of breath🤣🤣 I'm glad I indoctrinated you as well! Spread the good word and invite others into the madness🔥🔥

Also, thank you for being a fan! Through thick and thin haha✨️

[magpie-trinkets]

Hi! Regarding the fact/rumour that "Layton is 176cm with hat according to some artbook".

I have incesantly searched a source to no avail, so my current belief is that it's because Phoenix Wright is actually, really, "176cm according to some artbook", so someone saw that in the crossover Layton with hat and Phoenix were roughly the same height so they said "Layton with hat is 176cm canonically too". And if this is really what happened, taking into account that both of them had their proportions altered, I don't think that's an accurate measure. Sorry :(

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE BETRAYAL OF UNSOURCED INFOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK

All I had to go off of was the first result when you Google "professor layton height". Other results seemed to be headcanons or the spread of that same info, or that light height puzzle.

As you can see, the Heroes Wiki doesn't provide a source or annotation for this trivia, which is why I cautioned it was unsourced in the reblog. It did make visual sense, as an approximation, like "yeah, I can see that", so that's why I used it, but it's disappointing to know it's not right. :(

Thanks for the clarification and the hard work trying to find a source!!! I'm sorry it couldn't be :(

I wonder if there's a way of finding out his height though...

As you said, the Ace Attorney Wiki says Phoenix Wright's height is 176cm, according to official guide books – though it also fails in providing the exact issue or any annotation about it.

It even cautions that it might not reflect on other characters!!! Like Layton!!! Lmao!!!!!!!!

I see four options before me, as I am really curious now:

1) we accept the 176cm as a relative, approximate height, a Laytonmeter (/j) knowing it's not really accurate but it's all we've got;

2) I try to find out his height more mathematically i.e. finding something with a canon height (what could that entail...?) and going off of there;

3) we accept that he doesn't have a consistent height or;

4) we pray that we get his height in NWOS.

Again, thanks awfully!!!! Thanks for letting me know!! And thanks for being so kind! You rock!!!

[mynotsohealthyobsession]

Disembodied Part 3/8

Warning: Mention of death // Angst // Fluff

Pairings: Adrian Raines X MC // Nik Ryder X MC

Words: 1.348

Part 1 is here and part 2 over here!

As always, tags in the reblog!

"Adrian." Amy called him, a tiny smile creeping the corners of her lips. He observed her for an instant, almost as if he could see beyond Alex's face. "It's so good to see you." A week had passed and every fiber of her body was missing him. 

"Excuse me but I don't believe we have met before." 

"I know this is going to sound crazy. Insane actually. But I swear it's true." He was looking at her with a cold analytical stare. It was intense and piercing. It reminded her of her first interview with him so many months ago. "I'm Amy." He stood stoic as ever. "Amy Miller. As in Amy Miller your, well, I was going to say assistant but I think that's not totally adequate." 

"I think you mistook me for someone else," Adrian said, politely, turning on his heels, and heading to Raines Corp.'s front door.

"I had a free minute. Is this the  candidate?" Adrian stood, turning to observe her once more. "To Nicole's annoyance, you interviewed me. You told me a story about a genie and a man. You hired me on the spot."

"That's not conclusive."

"You saved Lily for me. That night we kissed for the first time in the rooftop restaurant." 

"You'll have to excuse my skepticism–"

"You told me about Charles and Eleanor." Amy took a hesitant step towards him. "You talked about them in your cabin when Vega set you up. We were with Kamilah. But we spent the night together alone and you said you would always be there for me." 

"How did you–"

"You have a silver locket with Charles' drawing. It's the most important thing to you. You risked coming here with me to take it out of the safe before the fight with Gaius when you destroyed your labs. And after I stabbed Gaius and he attacked me back, you ran to me and held me." As the memories filled her heart with both pain and warmth, the emotion cut off her words. She blinked, trying to contain her tears, touching her chest unconsciously. "I died in your arms." 

"Amy?" Adrian looked into her eyes, almost like he was expecting to recognize her soul. "How can it be you?" She took a step forward and before she expected it, Adrian had dropped his briefcase and was hugging her. For the first time in the last week and even trapped inside this strange body, she felt like herself. His warmth and his hand on her head, putting that perfect amount of pressure so typical of him, calming her nerves. Amy closed her eyes; letting the feeling spread. "I knew there was something off. It was your appearance but it wasn't you." 

"You really noticed it?"

"Of course I did." She hugged him back, taking a deep breath. They stood like that for a while, ignoring the curious looks of the people walking past and the destroyed city around them. Finally, he gently pulled back from her, attentively observing her 'new' face. "What happened, Amy?" 

"I don't know, I… I remember the fight against Gaius and then I woke up under the sun in New Orleans looking, well… Like this." His hands cupped her face, eyebrows furrowing with sorrow and concern. "Do you really believe me?" 

"I do." 

"Even with all the craziness?"

"Even with it." Amy focused on his eyes, that calm stare that always comforted her. "After all, we are getting good with craziness, don't you think?" She softly chuckled before becoming serious again. 

"I have been so worried and scared, I woke up alone and none of you were around and I thought that Gaius–"

"We are all fine, Amy. I promise." 

"I just… I missed you." She whispered.

"I missed you too." Adrian took a deep breath, leaning his forehead down with his eyes closed. “There are so many things I need to say to you. So much to ask you. I–”

"Sorry to cut off short such a cute encounter…" Nik's sarcastic voice said as he walked to them. Instinctively, at the sight of his bow, Adrian stood in front of her. Amy smiled to herself, remembering the first time he had protected her like this in Priya's fashion show. "...But I need to see if Alex is okay, Amy." 

"I know, I know." She sighed and Adrian turned to her. 

"What is going on, Amy? Who is he?" He asked her, suspiciously. 

"Nik Ryder, Adrian Raines." Both men eyed each other. "You said it was my appearance? So, my body is here?" Amy asked Adrian. 

"Seems like it." Nik took a step to the door but Adrian extended his arm, stopping him. "I still don't know who you are." Nik watched him clearly mad. "Until Amy explains everything, a nighthunter will not come into my building." 

"Then you do know who I am," Nik smirked, smuggling. 

"No. I just know your type." He replied, coldly, his stare stopping in all and each of the weapons that Nik was carrying with him.

"Now listen, bloodsucker…" Adrian narrowed his eyes at that term and stood his whole high, looking more intimidating than ever. "...I don't have time for this. I will come in with or without your 'permission'." 

"Nik, cut it out." Amy said angrily, rolling her eyes. "Adrian, Nik is Alex's friend. The girl this body belongs to. We think that if I'm in her body–"

"--She is in yours." Adrian finished her sentence and Amy nodded. "Seems plausible." 

"Okay then." Nik headed to the front door again but Adrian stopped him once more. "What game are you playing, Raines?!" 

"I trust what Amy says without doubt but, before this, she doesn't know who you are." He was calm but firm, his body was taut, ready to take any course of action that was necessary. "Alex has to corroborate who you are. I'm not risking Amy's soul or body in the hands of a nighthunter." Amy smiled at him, gently squeezing his arm. 

"I could say the same about you." Nik's voice was more similar to a snarl than actual words, however, Adrian kept his composure. 

"I concur. That's why Amy is going to talk with Alex alone. Do you agree?" Nik simply nodded so Adrian turned back to her. “In that case.” He gave her the elevator key. “She’s in the guest penthouse. We will be waiting here." 

"Okay."

"If you need me, call for me. I will hear you." He gently touched her cheek, searching her eyes like he was still trying to see beyond her features. "Take your time." He planted a small kiss on her forehead. 

“Amy.” She whirled to Nik. “Tell Alex I'm waiting for her too.”

"I will." Amy took a deep breath and headed to the crystal doors, feeling her stomach twisting around anxiously. As she walked inside the building everything felt familiar but at the same time so different. Maybe it was because this strange face was reflected in all the glass instead of hers. The metallic doors were replaced by the wood ones that belong to the penthouse. Amy stood there, thinking about what she was about to find on the other side. To see herself like that, out of her body, was a scary thought without a doubt. And there was no way to know how Alex would react. If it was Alex at all. The seconds passed until she gathered the courage to lift her hand and ring the doorbell. She heard steps getting closer and closer as her heart sped up uncontrollably. 

“Who is it?”

“Um, sorry to bother you but Adrian sent me here.” Even though it wasn't entirely the truth, it would be easier than saying who she truly was. It was a chat to have face-to-face, not with a door between them. 

“That’s weird, he didn’t mention anything about someone coming–” Amy held a gasp when her own image swung open the door and the other woman looked at her dumbstruck, clearly not expecting the vision she had in front of her. “What the…?”

[curioushabitforarivergod]

So curious from your reblog - how is smoking a metaphor for gay sex in your writing?

My brain kinda jumps through hoops and muddles lines so I end up connecting things which don't really have a connection, but I'll try and explain it the best I can. Sorry if I end up offending anyone or something, wasn't intended, etc.

I think it kinda links back to the idea of what is considered taboo and to opium dens in the 19th century? Like opium dens were generally in the bad parts of town and I associate that with gay sex mainly because of The Picture of Dorian Grey when he felt this really strong desire to go to the dens and just get high. I kind of read this as a metaphor for the desire for gay sex, particularly with the homoerotic tones of the book because it was this thing that was common — people knew about it — but in a lot of social circles it was frowned upon? It's been a while since I read Picture but theres a kind of vulgarity to Dorian's need for drugs which my brain connected with gay sex. Tabacco is obviously a drug and so I made the connection between one addiction and another and thus gay sex, etc.

Moving forward, the wide-spread smoking of the 80s and 90s and the fact that a lot of the stories I begin writing take place during this time, surrounding queer characters usually who do drugs or smoke, kinda just reinforces it. I kinda accidentally trained by own brain here and so it became a link in my brain. There's also the obvious link with cigarettes being called fags in the uk especially where most media I end up consuming is from.

There's an element of hedonism to smoking (this links more back into drugs, but smoking too) and the pursuit of pleasure which links back to Dionysus who was very queer in Greek mythos. Gay sex has also largely been perceived as an upper-class thing in the past simply because that's what we have sources on and the upper-class is notoriously hedonistic, particularly queer circles from the 19th century until WWII which means the two kind of again, connect in my brain. So I'm basically saying that historically, gay sex is hedonistic as is smoking because of surviving historical evidence and what we see portrayed in media. (Note: I'm saying 19th century because that's when being gay was actually outlawed in the uk and not just a dot point under sodomy and/or buggery.)

Finally, the intimacy of a cigarette is something that I don't think is unfamiliar, e.g. lighting a cigarette for someone (either by lighting two in your mouth at the same time or cupping someone else's hands to light, etc.), sharing a cigarette with someone or spending time while smoking together, and of course post-coital smoking. There's something very intimate and social about smoking (which is why I think it became so popular in the first place) and so I often use it as a moment of intimacy in my writing even between straight characters or characters who aren't necessarily romantically or sexually connected.

In a long winded way, what I'm trying to say is the cigarette and smoking represent desire and gay sex is repressed desire. So by using the cigarette and a conversation that borders on flirtatious, you can play around with sex without actually saying anything explicit and your audience can get a gist of this desire. I think I do this more often than not because I prefer to write historical fiction and so the characters are often placed in an environment where they can't voice or act as we would today while still remaining polite.

I probably explained it quite poorly but that's how my brain is making these connections and it's weird actually voicing something that usually I don't think twice about. Thanks for the ask! <33

[starlightiing]

Since we’re airing out our grievances, how about the Esteban fans who called Pierre a pedophile. How about those. One who you reblog from spread a rumor that Pierre called Esteban a racial slur. Another who you reblog from said they wished Pierre had died in Belgium. Maybe your association with those people is why you don’t have more Pierre fan friends.

Actually, I don't want to throw blog names under the bus here but if you could let me know which blogs those are? I had NO idea, but the one who said they wished Pierre passed away in Belgium needs to go, I don't want that anywhere near my blog. I would never have followed them if I knew they said that, that's one thing I really don't tolerate.

I won't post that ask but I would appreciate the names. I don't want to associate with people who wish death on other drivers, that is so against everything I stand for.

Please remember I am brand new, I have been here only a few months. I don't know these blogs very well, I see current posts that I like and I follow them. I'm not saying my ignorance of these things should be pardoned, but just taken into account.

As for the racial slur, I've not seen anything about that either, but also curious to know who started that one, and what slur (if you can even allude to it, if not, I completely understand because I don't want to see the actual word myself).

I can tell by your tone that you're frustrated with me and I am very sorry. I didn't know these things, and I am happy to learn and know them. Especially the one who wished death....that is not okay.

[duckmine]

Do you have any tips how to get your account out there for Tumblr? I want to share my art/writing but I don't know how to get popular or yk get a following since I'm new to the app. Sorry- but I also wanted to say i love your art, it's really appealing to look at and your such an inspiration :)

thank you! i’m happy to be an inspiration! and sure i can share some tips based on my experience but i can’t assure you it’s the number one way to go 😅.

first know that gaining attraction can take a good amount of time. so don’t feel threatened if you don’t get a lot at first. hundreds of posts get put up every second so getting yours featured can be a little bit hard but that’s why making connections with the people online first is a good way to branch your work out there. i’m not saying you have to make friends or anything, you can start with reblogs or responding on people’s posts with your own ideas, sending asks, make your presence known! familiarity also brings in attraction, once people notice you more outside of your blog they’ll probably start to get more curious about what YOU do.

second, it’s important to know that certain artwork/writing pieces will get different responses. (i can’t say i know as much about sharing writing or the specific type you’re talking about so i might be a little vague sorry ^^’. ) fandom work often trumps original work in getting highly noticed at first. and certain fandoms may get drawn to your account more than others. but if you start with original work anyway and use the “artists on tumblr” hashtag you can still have a good chance of someone looking at your work and making a nice comment or just leaving a heart or “note” (since it’s tumblr lol).

if you plan to share fandom artwork it’s, in my opinion, recommended to start with one fandom at a time and gradually build people’s attention to that work to gain a following. the reason for this is because of the way algorithms tend to favor consistency, and making fanwork for multiple fandoms at a time (like within the same week or something) will scatter attraction in which people may follow after one post specifically but the others will get less attention. also, followers like accounts that are ‘consistent’ with their fanwork. if they like one of your posts they’re gonna hope to see more of it.

when building an *audience* on your fanwork, follow local blogs within the same fandom that you notice gain a lot of attraction on their posts based on asks or anything interactive. reblogs and likes are not the only way to check their social status but also how much they interact with their followers or people interested in their thoughts. because tumblr is so homely, every tumblr user *obviously* checks the account of the people who are liking their posts LOL. at least i assume so because otherwise i wouldn’t know how they found my work, they probably just saw it in the tags i use as well.

oh yeah also hashtags are important. they don’t only help categorize your posts but the more specific hashtags you use, not just for the fandom but also the characters or the pairing or whatever, that will help spread your work even more in different areas of attraction within the fandom tag!

after you gain a good following from your fanwork, and you feel confident that moving on to different branches of media would benefit you, go ahead! you can make a posts talking about getting asks or you could share some writing you’ve had or you could just draw for a different fandom or your own original pieces. whatever you see fit.

but also remember that aside all these factors, it’s still your blog and you should do whatever makes YOU excited to share your work. if you want to start with original work before you share fanwork, then you should! if you want to share writing and then artwork related to it after, go ahead! it’s also important to know that account attraction can be random, you may not get a lot of FOLLOWERS but you may get a lot of ‘interaction’. personally, i favor interaction WAY MORE than followers because it’s more effective in showing people interested in my thoughts and how deeply they think of my work.

[lv-iceprince]

Hi I'm new here and just want to say I really love your work and the details you put into not only your ships but your whole blog as well. Forgive me if this question is kind of out there but I was curious what inspired you to start doing ships? It's such a creative idea so I'm curious hope that's okay.

Have a good night or day 💫

Pardon me, but I have to answer this rn because this is so adorable. I promise I'm not talking down to you but I really adore new blogs or new tumblr people. And I'm so glad that I could be amongst the blogs that you love, it is such an honour.

And don't worry I am totally down to answer this. So I was on tumblr for years and never actually posted but became friends with some kpop blogs. So I had this one friend, idk if she's still actively posting and i forgot her @ but she was a ship blog who transitioned into a writing blog and she was very cottagecore and aesthetic.

She had this really nice attitude and she embodied her whole aesthetic, she was cottagecore but was a literal fairy irl.

That was part of it but the other part was the fact that I was really in love with kpop but other blogs weren't expressing it in a way that was 100% how I would do it, that isn't to say they weren't good they inspired me a lot but I focused on what I was into and at the time that was Ateez and their Illusion music video so I decided to make it all poppy, cute and whimsical with a custom vibe. I've definitely refined it over the years but honestly I just loved seeing people get as happy as I was whenever they got ships and I wanted to spread the love but make it special by actually paying attention to the aesthetic of each person or assigning them one. Since we're all so unique. I literally just took a list of things I liked about at least 20 blogs and adapted my own version of each one.

And I'll wrap this up, basically I trial and errored a couple of ways of writing and this is what stuck or meant more to people. So each time I change my blog theme or expand I mainly focus on what feels right to me, so I know you're not asking for advice per say but something that helps me is knowing that on here people can like you for you, so you can literally be yourself and play by your own rules while still giving back through ships and writing. You can still be your own special self while mediating and gravitating towards a group of other blogs.

Sorry this was a little long but I hope this was enough of an answer and it gave you some insight.

If you ever decided to write or do ships please let me know who you are and I would be more than happy to support you and request and reblog stuff for you! It would actually be a pleasure 😊

Also I hope you also have a good day or night xxoo

[chosovixen]

How about mean dom Eddie x virgin reader, but afterwards Eddie gets a post orgasm haze that makes him all mushy.

i think i did this wrong *sigh*

Warnings: 18+ only MDNI, mention of blood, squirting, comfort ending, dark theme??

feedback and reblogs appreciated!!

A few small candles lit the cozy room, and the sweet smell of coconut made your head feel woozy—so close to drifting off to sleep you nearly forgot your hands were cuffed to the bed as you tried to keep yourself awake. "Now listen," Eddie whispers in your ear. "You've brought this upon yourself, so just lay here and take what I give you." he was calm but stern, not a care in the world. 

You and Eddie had not been dating for too long, but you two were comfortable enough exploring each other's bodies. You've told him numerous times that if he wanted to take things further—you'd be more than okay with it since it was him, but he insisted on waiting for a better time, the right time. 

But that didn't last long.

Some would say Eddie is remarkable at holding in his anger or letting simple disputes wither. He honestly didn't let the little things faze him—that was the case until he met your friend Ben, and he could see right through his bullshit. Everyone could but you.

"I knew you were stupid, but fuck baby, how stupid could one person be."

You let out a tiny whimper. Not only were you handcuffed to the bed and completely naked, but you were blindfolded and unaware of what he could be doing on the other side. You felt his warm hands glide across your body, starting from your tits all the down to your exposed cunt. As you squirmed—a harsh sting was left on your thigh, and the sound of the slap slightly echoed the room. He quickly rubbed it—soothing some of the pain. 

"Stay still," he commanded.

"Eddie, please, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Silence.

"Exactly, you knew what you were doing, you fucking whore." he growled, spreading your legs wide so that your cunt was fully displayed for him. You didn't know why he was upset or wanted you to say sorry, but you went along, considering that you are his obedient little girlfriend. He positioned himself between your legs—one hand holding the base of his cock while the other sat on your inner thigh, keeping your legs open for him. "God, you're so fucking wet," he slapped the tip on your clit, making your hips jerk. "Is this for me, or is it for your friend Ben?" you could hear him grind his teeth as he spat out the name Ben.

"All for you, I promise," you whined, hips now bucking up to feel his tip brush against you once more—the feeling was new, but you didn't hate it. If it was Eddie, you couldn't hate it. He carefully stroked himself using the precum from his tip to lube his length, and then slowly, he poked at your entrance—trying to bully his way in.

"Fuck Eddie, it won't fit."

"Don't worry, I'll make it fit." he chuckled darkly, making you glad you couldn't see his face.

You felt his tip circle your entrance before giving it another go, and he was able to fit the tip in—making you scream in agony as he didn't stop there and forced himself all the way in. You scrambled back towards the headboard, having some of him slip out—thinking it would provide you some relief, but Eddie was quick and slammed you back onto him, forcing you to take all of him again.

"Where do you think you're going," he sounded curious.

"Eddie, please, it hurts." you sobbed breathlessly. 

"Maybe if you were a good girl, it wouldn't have to."

"I am a good girl." you tried convincing.

"I don't think so, or you wouldn't have let that douchebag Ben flirt with you and touch you with his filthy hands."

Eddie huffed out a laugh as he picked up his pace, fucking you harder and harder as he watched his thick cock disappear into your tiny hole. You cried and whimpered as your legs began to numb.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he bent down to kiss your cheek, caressing it as he continued to deep stroke you.

"Please!" you sobbed. "I can't-" 

"You can and you will." He fucked into you hard, not seeming to let you catch a break. The pain began to subside but not as quickly as you wanted it to—feeling the ache ever so often, and you cried as the material that covered your eyes had now dampened. His tip began to reach places you never knew existed, pressing against a sensitive area deep inside you. He repeatedly abused that spot until you felt something build in your lower core—making your toes curl and cunt grip tighter around him.

"Eddie, I'm gonna pee." you cried.

Though you couldn't see, you definitely knew he was rolling his eyes as he scoffed. "No, you're not; gosh, I swear every virgin says that," he complained, ignoring your warning; he started to press down on your clit, rubbing small but intense circles as you cried for him to stop.

"No, Eddie-"

All movement stopped, and you could feel yourself sinking into the bed out of embarrassment. Though a blindfold separated you two, you closed your eyes, not wanting to confront him. Then, feeling the mask lift and suddenly rip off your face—you couldn't help but open your eyes to investigate. Eddie was staring at you, but this look wasn't the usual goo-goo eyes or the reciprocated sincere exchanges. No, he looked hungry; you would even go further as to say greedy. 

He dug into the side of your hips as he trembled—shooting a hot load deep inside you while groaning loudly. You thought he might rip into your skin with the grip he had on you—you whimpered as he moved his face closer to yours, and you could feel his warm breath tickle your lips as you stared deeply into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, unable to stand the tension anymore, you inched your face closer to his before placing an eager yet passionate kiss on his lips.

"Holy shit, baby," he whispered, pulling away as he watched in awe at the little mess you made. 

"I told you," you shyly said.

"That's not piss, or I hope it isn't." he knitted his eyebrows together, debating on whether he should take a whiff, and you cocked your head to the side—wondering what he could be thinking. But then, he suddenly waved his hands in distress. "Never mind, let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

Before he could make it to the bathroom and get a warm wet towel, you shrieked, making him flinch swiftly—turning around to rush to you. "What, what's wrong?" He sat in front of you, checking for anything serious as he held onto your forearms. "I'm bleeding." you sounded and looked terrified as you held your hand in front of your face looking at the blood on your fingertips; he sighed, relieved then, cupping your face, he kissed you dearly.

"You're okay, pumpkin," he assured, patting you on the shoulder.

"Are you sure?"

"Would I lie to you?" You shook your head no; he smiled as he got up, returning to the bathroom.

As you two lay in the bed fitted with new sheets, you played with Eddie's hair, gently detangling the curls with your fingers. His head resided on your chest with arms wrapped tightly around your body.

"Baby, I hope you know I didn't mean any of the mean things I said." he hummed—picking his head up as he stared at your delicate features—you shifted your gaze to meet his eyes. "I thought that was just dirty talk," you admitted. "you know, for bedroom activities."

He huskily chuckled while patting you on the head. "Yeah, pumpkin...dirty talk for bedroom activities."

You flicked his forehead before he could go back to cuddling your boobs, and he let out a small 'ow.'

"And the things you said about Ben?"

He bit his tongue.

"We'll talk about him later."

[quivvyintheclouds]

Even When The Sun Stops Shining

Pairing: cc!Sapnap x pregnant!Reader Tags: fluff, sapnap is so very loving istg, sapnap talks to a fetus, dadnap content, sapnap makes reader feel safe<3, 2nd pov Summary:

Sapnap's head laid on your lap, his face towards your ever-growing belly, "Hey, little panda. You know, I'd do anything for you to be happy, and you haven't even been born yet. I already love you, and will love you forever, even when the sun stops shining."

Word Count: 469 Warnings: pregnancy pain, reader has a uterus and is 6 months preg (could be seen as gn but f!anatomy so like..)

ive always wanted to have my own child with my soulmate, so i made this little imagine bcs im sad and in need of comfort LOL enjoy <3

masterlist

The pain just wouldn't stop.

It was around 2 in the morning when you woke up to a stinging sensation near your ribs. God, you were about to cry.

You struggled to move on the bed, finally realizing why you couldn't sit up; there were two arms wrapped around your chest, not showing any desire to let go.

Gently, you shook one of the arms in hopes of waking up the owner. Sapnap groaned, tightening his grip. You hissed as the pain spread around your ribcage, your baby punching around in your womb.

Suddenly, the warm presence that previously snaked around you disappeared. Curious, you turned your head only for your eyes to meet the worried ones of your fiancé.

"Shit, did I do something? I'm sorry," Sapnap helped you lay down in a comfortable position, frowning at the pain visible on your face.

"No, no it wasn't your fault," your head leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed and your breaths heavy. "This little monster keeps on punching at my ribs, it burns."

Sapnap moved lower on the bed. He gently set his hand on the side of your stomach, lightly pushing down in an attempt to get your baby to move.

You softly groaned at the pressure and pushed his hands away.

"Bubs, could you just talk to them instead? The noise will lure them away, I'm sure."

"Oh, of course, doll." Sapnap situated himself so that his head laid on your lap, near the bottom of your tummy. He started talking about his day, what he made you both for breakfast, and some video ideas he had. His voice was loud enough for the fetus to hear him but so soothing that you could fall asleep to it.

And fall asleep you did. Other than the occasional kick here and there, your baby had stilled and ceased your pain. As your eyelids began to flutter shut, you felt a feathery kiss being placed right below your navel.

Sapnap's voice was but an echo in your sleepy brain, and you could just barely make out what he was saying.

Facing your ever-growing belly, he spoke to your stomach. "Hey, little panda. You know, I'd do anything for you to be happy, and you haven't even been born yet. I already love you, and will love you forever, even when the sun stops shining."

The mattress shifted as Sapnap moved back beside you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling himself closer to you. He placed a kiss on the side of your head, snuggling closer as he took in the smell of your hair.

"I love you."

And the world went dark.

That night, you slept peacefully knowing that the love of your life was right beside you, and would be for every step of your journey.

ah i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! pls feel free to make a req! also, if youd be interested in joining a taglist, lmk (via asks)!

reblogs are very appreciated <3

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

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Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry