#sry not to reblog like right after posting but

[kaiju-naut]

WAGH IM GONNA CRY TYSM I LOVE YOUR ART SM TOO!!!

My every waking thought is abt these fucking robots dude FUCK

Anyway. Sun wips

[scarasbaefy]

i know you

you didn't think he'd ever leave you behind.

chars; scaramouche

; angst. abandonment. g.neutral reader. proof-read (for once)

notes; finally posting it sry for gatekeeping teheheh

reblogs appreciated !!!

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“i’m here!” you cried at the man in front of you, “i’m here... regardless of the pain. please—” you choked on a sob, “please don’t push me away from you.”

scaramouche couldn’t face you. not because he felt guilty or anything, though, but because he couldn’t stand seeing his once strong, determined partner look so… pathetic.

since the battle with lumine, his mind has been elsewhere. he was constantly daydreaming or zoning out when he was with you. out with nahida asking questions about who knows what, or silently following the traveler during her commissions. it’s not like you could voice your opinion on his actions. you weren't in a relationship. you were only his second in command. one of his followers.

you two were found and kept together after the battle, being watched over by nahida. when you were discovered, your body was being protected by scaramouche. unlike him, your body was extremely fragile, and he couldn’t let anything harm you, his most trusted partner and friend.

when you’d go on missions or investigate something together, it would always be the two of you. almost inseparable, and no one could tear you apart. you couldn’t have one without the other, and no one argued against it. it wouldn’t change anything since you'd break the rules to travel along each other's side. the tsarita even admired the relationship between you and scaramouche, reminding her of how similar the balladeer is to his mother. just like ei had makoto, scaramouche had you.

when lumine came into the picture, everything changed. while your body was recovering from the injuries of battle, the traveler and scaramouche had gotten closer, along with nahida. his visits would become less and less frequent. at times, you would even catch him looking disgusted upon entering your room.

now, here you were confronting scaramouche after days of him overall neglecting you.

“i’m here!” you shouted at the man before you, “i’m here regardless of the pain. please—” you choked on a sob, “please don’t push me away from you.”

scaramouche scowled and glared at you with cold eyes— almost as if he didn’t know who you were. “quiet down, you’re embarrassing me. i bet everyone can hear your pathetic begs from outside.” he said as he rushed towards you and covered your mouth with his hand, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you onto the bed behind you forcefully.

the impact caused you to wince as your wounds haven’t fully healed. you held onto your bandaged arms as you looked up at him in disbelief. “this isn’t you. i know you. why are you acting this way? i got hurt, yes, but because of your actions. if i may remind you, you’re the one who pleaded for me to stay with you as you were being turned into a god,” you kicked his leg, causing him to stumble backwards, “now that the plan failed and good guys are here, you want to suck up to them? leave me behind?”

scaramouche scoffed arrogantly at your comment, almost sounding like a dry chuckle. “i see what’s going on here,” he said before walking towards the door, “and just so you know, you’re not the only person in the world. i can meet and drop people as i see fit,” he looked back at you, “what makes you feel so entitled to me anyways? you’re below me and have always been. just a human. you were just the strongest soldier we had and i took advantage of that. just because we spent time together doesn’t mean you have any right to tell me what i can and can't do, whether it’s with or without you.”

scaramouche opened the door to leave the room just before taking a look at your face one last time, memorizing every detail. a flicker of sadness washed over his body at the sight. he knew what he had to do, and he was bittersweet about it. he didn't want to leave anything that would change his mind from erasing his existence.

and that was you.

©2023 scarasbaefy do not copy, edit, or post my work on any platform.

DID I FOOL YOU ??? 🤣🤣

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[gyarucoded]

gimme a sec i need to talk about this !!

so i saw a long ass reblog under an anti-sylki blog that started off as something like "actually loki & sylvie has good romance chemistry meanwhile loki & mobius doesn't have any romance chemistry at all"🤓– and in this moment i went "alright best frien i'm not reading all that" then went to block instead of arguing.

didn't try reading that bullshit of a post further either just to anger myself, i know better.

i especially didn't wanna argue cuz i think that was a child..??? (assuming from the miracoulus ladybug theme cuz no adult in their right mind enjoys that trash) but if i'm wrong that just makes it worse tbh, like grown ass ppl who srsly think toxic relationships should be the example of peak romance needs their brain to be studied fr.

i usually try to be respectful for others' opinion but i genuinely can't see where this opinion comes from.

makes no goddam sense to me.

maybe it's cuz i can't view things through a heterosexual lens, maybe not.

who knows?

but...(i won't make this abt lokius but focusing more on the "loki & sylvie" part) this made me wonder like...

what do sylkie shippers even post about?

no i won't check it out myself to spare myself from the headache but do they go "omg today episode's syIkie crumbs was so lovely dovely 🥺" and the crumbs in question is them disagreeing on almost everything and sylvie wanting to avoid loki as much as she can & constantly seeming to be angry at him.

sure, in s1 they did have a couple of cutesy romantic moments like being under blankets despite of them being supposedly immune to cold or the literal kiss but, it truly doesn't take a huge analyzation to realize that this "relationship" became one sided, even in that one little moment when they had to hold hands, sylvie immidiately goes "don't overthink it" like omgggsfg💀😭 and it's also clear that loki eventually got the hint, in ep3 he doesn't try to be with her anymore or gets emotional with her, he silently gave up.

not to mention loki avoiding to mention the kiss, when appearantly the two has nothing to hide? 😕

i don't know where this is gonna be heading off but if they randomly switch up after all this character & dynamic development then i have no hope for marvel's writing team cuz that would basically create a plot hole.

like aside from the psuedo-incest, that used to bother me in season 1 era but now i am concerned more about how this "ship" overall has no appeal, yet some of these ppl genuinely thinks it can work healthily between them and that ppl who are against it are just "petty that their gay ship isn't canon" when there's MORE to this.

in season 2 there's absolutely *nothing* happening with them that would make us, the audience, root for them to be together as a couple like i'm sry.

so yeah you can say i'm doing too much and too crazy over a fictional tv show (yes i know that babes i have full self awareness) but i literally cannot stress enough about how unhealthy it is to think that this is how a good romantic chemistry works.

based on a syIkie shipper's views: we could technically say that me + that one co-worker of mine who we always have disagreements on political stuff with & dislikes me for no reason is my "lover"... since we wanna pretend this is how love works 😀😀 no?

[pharawee]

tag game ✨

I was tagged ages ago (sorryyy! 🙏) by the lovely @markpakin. Thank you so much! 💜

1. why did you choose your url?

Way back when I got back into giffing after a year of lurking in the BL fandom I needed a new url. I don't like using urls that are too obviously fandom-related (I don't mind them on other blogs at all!) but I did like Pha from Gen Y so I saw an opportunity and took it. This is before they killed Pha off due to some stupid fandom vote and ruined p much every couple in the series. 🤡

AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET HIS NAME RIGHT ON THE FAKE GRAVESTONE!!

Anyway I still really like the name so I'm probably never going to change it (I say all of this as I sit on @winnertanatat).

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I have archived sideblogs/fansites for old fandoms but other than that...

Oh wait, I have @dancingwithmyphone now where I reblog all the pretty things that I no longer reblog on here because it's mostly about Thai BL now. Does that make @pharawee the sideblog? 🤣

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Uh, since 2011, I think?

4. do you have a queue tag?

I used to use my queue for aesthetic posts (that now go on @dancingwithmyphone) but now I exclusively use it for posts that tag me. I named the tag ♥ because ♥

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

Because livejournal went under (I'm aging as I write this) and none of its clones seemed like a good alternative.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I had to (and also I really like YourMOOD):

7. why did you choose your header?

I made a header for every new HYBS mv. That was before they divorced called it quits and now I'm actually a bit sad every time I look at my header. I should really make a new one. :(((

8. what is your post with the most notes?

I'm super happy to say that it's about Thai marriage equality.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Uh. Is there a way to find out?

10. how many followers do you have?

I recently reached 6k followers, half of which followed me after I started posting about BL. I honestly don't even know what to think of a number this big lmao hi!!

11. how many people do you follow?

The sidebar says 298.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

No, only shit posts.🥁

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Several times... but not as often as I used to because I have some serious hobby burnout right now. :(

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

No, never. I'd cry.

15. how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

I don't reblog them. Which is probably a bit petty, sry. 🙏

16. do you like tag games?

I love them so much but I just don't have the time to do them very often and I feel so bad about it. I even have them all saved for when I find the time but then I never do. :((((((

Of course then I also feel bad when I no longer get tagged in things due to not doing tag games. I am the architect of my own destruction.

17. do you like ask games?

I do! And I love sending people asks for ask games because hopefully it brightens their day a bit. 💜

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

You're all tumblr famous to me. 🥰

No, really, when I first got into BL tumblr I felt a bit like

Negl I still do. Idk what the arrows are. Weird fandom takes on twitter and mdl, I guess.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Don't tell @cytharat but I've been crushing on her for ages. ❤️

20. tags?

@cytharat because I like her shoelaces 😘

[spicyraeman]

GUSH ABOUT YOUR OC

Tagged by @katsigian and @drunkchasind, thank you!

Rules:

🌹 Post 5 Facts about your OC.

🌹 Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

🌹 Tag 5 People to spread the game.

Gonna do my main boy Luis since he got neglected for a bit

Luis was taken in and adopted by Mama Welles at a young age after his mother contracted bird flu and passed due to complications. He and Jackie were inseparable, whether Jackie liked it or not. He looked up to Jackie and even almost joined the Valentinos until Jackie’s near death scared him off that path. Even to this day, he's still close to his big brother, making sure they have a family dinner at least once a week to catch up. 

He’s a full-time fixer and a part-time model. As a fixer, he gets to have a hand in solving the problems in his community, and he deeply cares about the gigs he gives out, making sure they get handed to the right person and end with as little violence as possible. It's a job he takes very seriously, the people trust him to help them, and he takes that personally. It's his job to help them. His modeling gigs, on the other hand, are a way to rake in some extra cash and give him a reason to keep up with his appearance. 

Before he became a fixer, he was a mercenary specializing in assassination and theft. This style of work was not very good for his mental state; he became paranoid and closed off, unconsciously pushing away his family and friends out of fear. Fear that one day he would slip up, that his anonymity would unravel, and that he would end up on the other side of the knife. It took several years and interventions before he would even consider that the money he was making wasn’t worth not only hurting himself but also his family. 

He’s Aromantic and unfortunately, the road to figuring that out wasn’t the easiest. In his younger years, he had a few relationships that ended on rough terms after he was unable to lie and return their romantic feelings. During his mercenary years, he came to terms with his sexuality but this only worsened his mental state at the time. Turns out that realizing you don’t feel romantic love doesn’t really help when you're trying to convince yourself you’re not a cold-hearted monster. He's since reconciled his feelings and accepted that he can still form loving platonic bonds with his friends and family despite not feeling romantic love. 

Nowadays, Luis lives his life to the fullest, having a night on the town, spending time with his friends and family, or meeting new people. He's not particularly outgoing, but he's good at mingling, weaving in between crowds making a lasting impression on one stranger to the next. He's got a handful of friends with benefits that he goes between to take on dates or spend time with so he’s very rarely alone with just himself.

Pretty sure most of my moots have prob already been tagged so sry bout that lol. Tagging @a-pirate @breezypunk @cyberpunkaddict @sammysilverdyne @noirapocalypto no pressure to participate, only if ya wanna!

[prontaentrega]

hey i made a joke when reblogging your post but i tried to rb back and tell you sry for coming across as rude but it like dissapeared?? so im giving my apologies here for coming across as rude sry

yeah i deleted it right after rbing it because i realized i didnt want drama lol its ok though thanks for apologizing. just dont go assuming personal things about random people based on a silly post

[not-ready-for-gaster]

‏Hello, can you please reblog or publish a post for my campaign? Due to the weakness of donations, they pass slowly as ice. I hope you can help me. A small amount like $10 will be more than useful to help me and my family. Thank you for everything💔🙏

‏Vetted Gaza Evacuation Fundrais‼️💔🍉🍉🍉

Farah is #310 on the Vetted Fundraisers List‼️

‏Right now, donated money is being used to help us survive this war. Food is very expensive and my family has to pay rent for the land that our tent is on. However, I want to save up enough money to evacuate my family to a safer place where we can rebuild our lives. I dream of returning to university to finish my computer science degree. I want to provide a better life for my family than is possible in Gaza. My family and I have many dreams we would like to fulfill after this war. We are grateful to everyone who donated and helps us during this time of suffering. Thank you for reading

‏https://gofund.me/73d4b003

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(i cba to check if they're vetted so sry if not, my mistake)

[fadebolt]

Personal room rankings:

1 - Chimney Canopy: C07 2 - Industrial Complex: C04 3 - Primordial Underground: GOR02SAINT 4 - Outer Expanse: JUNGLE03 5 - Chimney Canopy: A15 6 - Outer Expanse: MIDSHELTER 7 - Chimney Canopy: C09 8 - Outer Expanse: RUIN05 9 - Submerged Superstructure: FARSIDE 10 - Outer Expanse: RUIN24

Extra comment: It appears the OE room are a lot more preferred than the CC rooms (except the one I like the most, apparently xd), so I suppose we have a clear winner.

This round had a lot of my lower placed rooms win, which sort of makes sense, considering that they're visually excellent places that don't really do as much good when it comes to how they actually function in-game (even you FARSIDE.... sry). Realistically, they're fine. They don't throw too many overly dumb things at the player, and they absolutely are creative. I just simply feel like the devs should have made a few choices differently while designing them, even if they're undoubtedly alright in their current states. (I could provide a detailed explanation for the specific individual cases, in case any1 is interested. I just didn't want to drop in more gigantic paragraphs into this reblog, especially since I most likely talked about these rooms before, too)

The one winner that I actually very much adore is C04, mainly due to it being such a 'one of a kind' place, and how special it feels to discover for the very first time that the upper section isn't a botomless pit after all, and that these two are actually connected. It feels like an awesome twist, one that was never replicated this effectively in any other room, either pre or post-Downpour. (Though there are some that took the general concept in a pretty interesting direction. D06 from Farm Arrays comes to mind here) But even when you remove the surprise factor of this place, its design still has a ton of great aspects to it. The bottom half is admittedly straightforward, but still very well thought out, and I like how entering the top half essentially puts you to a point in the region where you're just a short distance away from literally every single karma gate (jumping down gets you to Garbage Wastes, going up gets you to Pipeyard, the left side pipe to Outskirts, the right side pipe to Chimney Canopy or Shaded Citadel, and heck, you've even got a shelter if you're feeling like you need it). So yeah, this thing earned its win.

Pick Your Favorite Rain World Room, Day 261 R3

This is not single elimination! Every room with at least 10.0% vote will move on to the next round.

There is a hidden slugcat in one of the rooms (they can be in any color). If u can see it comment or reblog with where they are and if u are first, u get a cookie!

Credit for game screenshots goes to: Rain World Interactive Map, Rain World Wiki and me

Congratulations for day 260 winners!

[lemontreefantasy]

Sails and Anchors - Part 2

wc: 6.4k damn this is long

genre: fluff, smut, angst

warnings: mentions of mental illness, robberies, gunshots, choking, overstimulation, rough sex idk (?)

taglist: @corvidqueen319 @katelynnsqueendom​ @marievllr-abg​ @eclecticranchzonkcookie @supernintendobabe​ @stayoffmybyunsworld​ @ateezourstars​ @voidcupidz​ @seonghwarizon​

A continuation of Part 1 - Abandon Ship

Part 2 – Batten Down The Hatches

After becoming friendly with one of the top army majors in town, an old friend from high school reappears. The merchant’s ball is soon approaching and brings along bittersweet events.

a/n I know I took super long to post this but it’s my child at this point I’ve put so much time and effort into it lol im sry, also please like AND reblog!

How could you miss such a handsome face like his around town? Did you ever notice him come to the bar? You had never seen him around town until your encounter with him that day. Then again, you never really ventured out too much to come across any army men either.

“Shall I accompany you to your destination?” he asked

Honestly, with a face like his, you would just be downright stupid to deny a request like that. You also figured it would probably be good to make a connection with him in case you ran into any trouble at the bar. You spoke with him as you both walked along the port, with the vast ocean in view.

“Of course,” you complied giving him a shy smile. “So Seonghwa… are you from around town?”

“Yes, I am, actually. Born and raised.” He walked alongside you with one hand on his holster and the other behind his back.

“Oh really?”

“Why? Not much good-looking militants out here?” he joked with a slight chuckle leaving his lips. You noted his cocky tone but chose to dismiss it as a joke.

“I don’t really waltz around town a lot. I usually spend most of my time at the training headquarters near the central palace teaching the newcomers.”

“I see. Haven’t really seen a face like yours ‘round here so…”

“I actually finished my day’s training and decided to take a trip down to the merchant markets. It’s been months since I’ve explored down here.”

“Months?”

“Yes, months. It may seem like a lot but I don’t really have time to venture out most days. Before being transferred to the army, I served on the naval ships for a while. The ones that would be out for months and months. So.. not much time spent on land, you know?”

“Oh wow, navy and army. Damn.”

“Damn, indeed. Enough about me, how is business?”

How’s business? How did he know about the bar?

“Wait I’m sorry… do you know me?” you questioned him.

“Of course! Everyone knows you, you’re the boss, aren’t you? Or… boss… lady? Right?”

“Well, yeah. Didn’t think I was that popular though.”

“I’ve never seen you before, only overheard some colleagues talking about you. They didn’t mention how beautiful you were though” he said to you in a deep voice, giving you a wink.

You palmed off the compliment, as you normally did with most men, even though his words gave you a butterfly or two in your stomach.

“What did your colleagues say?”

“They were speaking about how some no-good thieves robbed you all. But don’t worry, we’re looking into it.”

“Oh… yeah. That shook me up a bit, I won’t lie.”

“Have you had any repeated experiences like it since then?”

“No, not really. I mean, shoddy men come in all the time but they mean no harm. It’s hard to tell who has bad intentions.”

“I hear ya. But if anything like that happens again, send for me right away. Even if you need someone to hang around for safety’s sake. We’re trying our best to keep the community as safe as we can right now. If things only escalate, we can jeopardize the merchant markets, the sea ports… it would all be just a big mess.

And of course… I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

There he goes again. Slipping in those innocent lines. For some reason you couldn’t seem to believe anything a man said to you after hongjoong left. You were not going to be that naïve this time.

“Thank you, that really means a lot to me. I do have watchmen but they’re like family to me now. If something happens to them I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“I understand.”

When you approached the tavern, you invited him in for drinks on the house. After all, as cocky as he is, the man did save your life. You fixed him a beer and sat with him as the business was a bit slow.

“You know, I knew your father.”

With eyebrows raised, he piqued your curiosity. “You did?”

“Not personally, but he and my father got along quite well. They would meet at the merchants’ ball and have long discussions about politics and the economy, things like that.”

“Ah, the merchants’ ball that he never took me to.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited this year. It’s happening next month at the central palace. My father always took me with him but I was never really interested.”

“What did your father do?”

“He was an investor. He tried to get me into it but I was more interested in exploring unknown territory and making a life for myself.”

“I feel like my father never took me because he thought he would be around. Sadly, you never really know when your last day is.”

“I’m sorry, he really was a good man. A man of his word.”

That evening you and seonghwa spoke for quite a while. He stayed with you until it was time to close and made sure you wrapped up the day without incident. You appreciated the gesture but didn’t put your full trust in him, after all, you had only known him for a few hours.

~

A few months had passed. A huge election took place which booted the current serving government and led to the installation of a new one. One with promises to make the streets safer, promote business among merchants and boost the number of visitors who came to buy and sell goods. Fortunately, those promises were not empty and for the first time in a very long time, things seemed normal again. You were less worried about being targeted, more foreign visitors came to the tavern and business was alive. As a result, the merchant’s ball was pushed back until the new government had settled in.

Seonghwa was promoted to a Major and as time progressed, you had realized how well-respected he was among his colleagues and most townsfolk. Servicemen knew him as the sharp-shooter who had golden aim and businessmen knew him from his father’s successful investment portfolio. Commoners knew him as the handsome patrol guard. He would often visit the tavern closer to weekends to have a drink or two but his visits were more frequent as the weeks went by.

There was still, however, no sign of hongjoong. You remember the letter he scribbled before he left.

“Please do not despise me. I love you with every fibre of my being”

But there was only so much you could take. How long do you have to wait for love that is not even guaranteed to last? Being with hongjoong still felt like a fever dream. But that dream was slowly coming to an end, withering away, flames fading.

On the other hand, you and Seonghwa had grown closer. Much quite like the opposite of hongjoong, dare you say. He always made sure to visit you ever so often when he had time, whether he was just coming for a drink alone or with colleagues, or just making sure you were okay during his occasional patrols. Hell, he even broke up a few barfights on crowded nights on his own accord. Seeing him in action like that… you had to check the wet spot in your knickers. It was certainly a sight to see.

However, you kept your walls up but as time progressed, Seonghwa kept breaking them down one by one. He made you feel secure and protected. He was someone you could always rely on when you needed it and you knew you could tell him anything and he would never tell a soul; your secrets were sure to be safe with him. Not to mention a part of you inside melted a bit whenever he would smile at you. You remember times when he would come to see you after closing hours. He would take you for a walk along the dimly lit dock and tell you stories of his navy days while looking at the moon’s reflection dancing on the ocean. Some days he would take you out for picnics in the botanical gardens where you would spend the day in the sunlights taking in the beautiful flora. When you were with seonghwa, you were at peace. He was your anchor on your turbulent days and the relief you needed when you felt alone.

~

At the end of the week, the both of you went out for dinner in the town. Seonghwa had mustered up the courage to ask you on a date to which you accepted. You thought that if anyone deserved to go on a date with you, it was him. He treated you with respect and always made time for you, and honestly, you were curious to experience what the night would be like. Dinner was lovely and afterwards, the both of you went back to his house to relax and have some wine. His home was quite large, as you had expected, and contained mostly wooden furnishings and high ceilings. He took your coat and hung it on the carved coat hanger and sat you down on a velvet burgundy couch in the living area as he fetched the wine from his cellar. You try to make yourself comfortable in the new environment and in no time, he returns with two glasses and a bottle, pouring you a half glass of red wine. After setting the bottle down, he saunters over to a small table and picks up a peculiar, pastel green envelope and hands it to you.

“I was given the opportunity to personally give this to you, miss y/n,” he smiled, handing you the envelope.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“Open it.”

“On behalf of the ministry of trade, we cordially invite you to join us as we celebrate the success of small-business owners at the annual Merchants’ Ball,”

“So, it’s that fancy, is it? God, what do I wear? Is it really formal? What do you even do at these things?”

“Relax, it’s not that bad, just wear something nice. Guests mostly go to catch up on old times or network with new people,” he explains taking a seat next to you after pouring himself some wine.

“Are you going?”

“Why? Does that matter to you?” he asked in a playful, nagging tone.

“I was just asking…”

“I am going, actually. I don’t want to but it would be good to show face, you know?”

“Oh, really?”

“Would you like to go together? You can keep me company for the night while I introduce you to some of the merchants. That’s if you want of course.”

You hated to admit that he was right. You despised big social settings with hoity-toity businessmen who thought they owned the world, not to mention how bad your social anxiety would be if you went alone. You really had no idea who the other town’s business owners were. You were always busy in your father’s own business or your schooling that it was never a priority for you.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

Seonghwa gave you a small smile, knowing that his request was successful, “you know I’ll always be there for you.”

A bottle of wine later and the both of you were now tipsy, heads dizzy, jokes and giggles fill the air. Seonghwa notices you gazing at him, admiring how handsome he was, how he made you laugh and he slowly leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the lips. It was so delicate and slow. You felt your cheeks burn and your heart beat so hard you swear you could hear it. Raising your hand to caress his jaw, he returns the gesture, putting his fingertips on your chin. The kiss deepened as he sucked on your bottom lip, prodding further as he felt your hands slip down to his chest. You wanted him so badly, so you took him. Pushing him into the back of the sofa, you hoist one leg over him, sitting on his lap facing him. You hold his face in your hands and kiss him once more. Seonghwa took the opportunity to trail sweet kisses and love bites down your neck and on your chest. You loosen the straps of your dress so that it fell over your shoulders. His doe-eyed expression turned you on as you lowered the top of your dress to expose your breasts. Licking and sucking on your buds, he sneaked a hand up your long skirt and began rubbing your clothed clit.

“Fuck yes seonghwa,” you moaned.

Humming around your nipple he lowered his tone, “that’s right baby, say my name again.”

After moaning his name a few more times, he had enough and carried you bridal-style to his bedroom. Laying you down gently, he climbed over you making sure his knees parted your legs. His stare on you was  hungry like if he was the hunter and you were his prey. You had no complaints whatsoever as the look on his face was enough to send you over the edge. Stripping you of your underwear, he made no hesitation in parting you and licking your folds, making sure his lapping on your sweet bud. A loud scream escaped your lips as he moaned into you, adding two digits into you one by one. Soon enough he had you at your peak, curling his fingers up into you. He noticed you gripping onto the sheets, toes curling and your back arched and continued his pace as your overstimulation only turned him on more. Your legs closed in on his head but his tongue still had access to that sweet spot of yours. You had to physically pry him off of you for  him to give you a break. He gave you a few minutes for the stars in your vision to dissipate before he lay next you, kissing you once more. You grasp his member, now red and rock hard, patiently awaiting your attention. You pump him in your hands for a few minutes while trying to handle seonghwa’s tongue down your throat.

“I need you to fuck me,” you whispered in his ear.

“You’re going to have to ask a little nicer, baby.”

“Please, seonghwa. I need you inside me now,” you cry out grabbing onto his chest.

He flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you. Like a natural instinct, you were on your knees with your back arching into the mattress. Shifting your weight to your forearms, you feel his member gliding through your folds. You hear a him spit on his cock before he slowly breached your walls. He notices you fisting the sheets and he hears your quiet muffled moans.

“Tell me darling, do you like that?” he says as he pushes further into you.

“Fuck yes, I want it,” you manage to stifle out

You feel his hand run down your back towards your hair where he grasps a good handful and uses it as leverage to fill you to the brim. He finds a rhythm of deep, stable strokes that send you into a daze. Your juices coat his cock as he strikes your ass with one swift motion, begging him for more. The sweet sting and the burning in your core were enough to send you over the edge. Moans and sweet nothings spilling from your lips.

“Cum on this cock, darling. I want to see you cum.”

Again, his overstimulation kink kicked in and seonghwa didn’t stop until you were a convulsing little mess under him. After coming down from your high, it was his turn. He turned you onto your back and re-entered your soaking wet cunt. He leaned over you and locked you in place. Your legs were suspended in the air and his hands hooked under your back to grip your shoulders. If you thought the previous position was intense, this one was worse. With seonghwa’s face hovering over yours, you watch his face contort as he slammed into you, desperate to orgasm. One hand over his back and the other on his neck you whisper in his ears.

“You fuck me so good, seonghwa. Give it to me,” and with that, you feel his pace weaken as he buried his face into your neck and spilled his warm seed in you. You closed your eyes and drank in the sound of his breathy moans as he collapsed beside you. A few minutes later he sprung back out of bed to clean you up before falling asleep in his arms for the rest of the night.  You weren’t exactly sure what to label this relationship with seonghwa as, but as for tonight, it was simply just drunk sex to you.

~

Later that week, you set out into the city to find an evening gown for the ball. You enter one of the popular boutiques and a nice lady greets you. “What can I help you with today miss bosslady?” You recognize the nickname but can’t help but wonder how much people really know who you are. Even in the city?

“Hello, I’m looking for an evening gown for the merchant’s ball. Can you help me find something?”

“Of course, love. We got lots of new styles for ya.”

After trying on many cheesy, lacy, awkward fitting dresses, you finally decide on a simple black, one-shoulder dress, fitted but long with a slit to the side. You thank the woman for her help and start your trek back home.

It had been quite a while since you came to this part of the city. You were always so cooped up at the bar that going out wasn’t really on your to-do list. Nothing really changed. You spot a bakery at the end of the street and try to make your way there when a tall man with an impressive physique began flagging you down. You had second thoughts of whether you should stop or not, but upon a closer look, you realized it was your old classmate Choi San. You notice his hair had grown out quite a bit and he seemed just as handsome as he did in high school.

However, while the average woman would run to him no questions asked. It was a little different between you and san. A few years before your father had passed away, his father started a rumour accusing your father of hiring men to destroy his business place. Everyone eventually figured out that it was all a big tale as your father’s character was very far from the story that spread. But unfortunately, this caused a bit of friction between you and san going to school. Both of you weren’t friends per say, but after that incident it was quite awkward between you both. At the time, you were pissed that his father had that audacity to say such a thing and the fact that san said nothing to you during that time, not even an apology, you had no intentions of interacting with him.

That was until today. You pause your stride to face him from across the street and flash an awkward smile.

“Y/n is that really you?” he smiled and asked

“Yes, hi san.”

He walks across the street and approached you. “Ah it’s been so long, I heard about your dad. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well that’s life, I guess. I’m doing alright now though.”

“That’s good to hear. I know we didn’t speak to each other much but I just wanted to say I’m really sorry for all the trouble my father caused. He isn’t well right now… mentally that is. I fear it may have started earlier than his actual diagnosis. Please understand that.”

“Oh… I didn’t know that. It’s okay san. Let’s just put all this behind us and move on with our lives yeah?” You extend your hand to shake his and he returns the gesture.

“Thank you. I’d really like to start over from now. A clean slate between two business owners, you and I.”

You give him a small smile before attempting to leave the conversation. “I should probably get going. I need to sort out some things back at the shop.”

“It was really nice seeing you y/n. Feel free to drop by anytime.” And with that, san gazed at you as if he longed for you to stay a bit longer. But the situation was so awkward for you that you didn’t quite know how to navigate it.

~

A few days passed and it was finally the day of the merchant’s ball. You had your entire look planned and took the day off from the shop. You took a shower, and stepped into your dress. You did your hair in large bouncy waves that you swept to one side of your shoulder and put your black heels on.

Not too long after you finished your makeup, your handsome escort had arrived dressed in a black suit adorned with embellishments. His hair was shaved at the sides with a side part, hair sweeping to one side of his head. He looked absolutely delicious and you tried your best not to be nervous around him. You took his hand as he led you to the carriage that he came in.

“You look exceptionally gorgeous tonight, darling,” he said to you.

Darling.

“Thanks, Seonghwa. You look really nice as well.”

The ride to palace was quiet and short. Seonghwa exited first and told you to wait. He opened your door and helped you out. Holding on to you the entire time, helping you up the grand staircase outside the palace. Upon entering you were greeted by palace staff who ushered you both into the main hall where the function took place. It was a giant hall with high ceilings, large crystal chandeliers, giant tiles on the floor, imported paintings and gold furnishings. Guests appropriately dressed, not overly fancy but not boring either, you could say that you fit in quite well.

Of course, as soon as you walked in, many guests had stopped seonghwa to greet him and catch up on old times as he was attending on behalf of his father. He introduced you to some of the shop owners in town as well as some of his army associates, all of which were pleased to meet you as they knew your father. You had really underestimated how many people knew who you were but you didn’t complain. The more connections you made in this town was better for you. As seonghwa spoke to a more matured woman who claimed to know him since he was a child, you spot the eating area where the hors d’oeuvres were being served. You gestured to seonghwa the direction that you were heading and proceeded to fill your stomach. After getting something to eat, you feel a pair of eyes on you but honestly you were so caught up in eating that you didn’t care to pay attention to your surroundings much. The gentleman approached you with a hand to the small of your back.

“Mind if I join you?”

You look up at the man, only to notice it was the one and only choi san. He takes a seat next to you and sips on his drink.

“You look really lovely tonight. It’s nice to see you here.”

“You look great as well, san. And yeah, it’s my first time coming to the ball.”

“I’ve only been to about two of these before. You don’t miss anything really, haha. Just a bunch of old folks talking about each other’s business.” You both chuckle as he takes another sip of his drink and you both look blankly into the distance. There seemed to be no more tension between the both of you, but more so a shared feeling of having the weight of the responsibility of managing the family business passed down not by choice but by default. You didn’t mind doing it, but it took a toll on you even though you tried not to show it, and after hongjoong left, life just seemed a bit emptier.

“I don’t know if this is right to say now but… I really regret what happened between our fathers. God, you must have hated me in school. I was really insecure back then. I just didn’t know how to handle it.” At this point, you’re unsure if this is the alcohol speaking or not.

“Look san, we put all that behind us, remember? A new generation has started. Times are changing, things are different. What happened then is in the past, there’s no need to go back there now,” you explained.

“I know, I know. I just, not that it matters now but, I really liked you back then. When he said that shit, I was so angry. I knew you wouldn’t dare look my way after that. So, I never approached you.”

“Wait, really?” you chuckle at his confession. “And what about now?”

“What about now?” he asks.

“Do you still have feelings for me?” you ask jokingly.

San turns his head to look at you and rests his drink on the bar counter. He slowly takes your hand in his and closes the space between you.

“Maybe I do. But seeing you walk in with Park Seonghwa, arm in arm like that… I don’t know how to feel now.”

“I mean, he asked me to accompany him. It’s a bit complicated right now.” You overhear the classical music in the background growing louder and louder and notice the guests have started to dance.

“Well,” he says pulling you closer, “is it so complicated that I can’t dance with you?” he asks, offering his hand to you.

Without saying a word, you hesitantly held his hand. You wondered if seonghwa would be okay with this, but then you remind yourself that you didn’t belong to him. You didn’t belong to anyone as a matter of fact. You were a free woman. Honestly you were a bit shocked to know that san had eyes on you after so many years. Life was so chaotic the last thing you needed was ANOTHER man in your life. But you didn’t like seeing san sulk the way he did. You felt really bad but it wasn’t like it was your fault?

San guided you to the dance floor and placed one hand on your waist, the other in your hand. Meanwhile your hand naturally gravitated towards his shoulder. With light feet, you drifted across the floor. Round and round in circles you went, occasionally glancing at san who’s grip on you was solid, his eyes never wavering. It was as if this was the moment that he waited for for so many years. You notice the glances of many other guests on you both. Pleasant ones. You felt like somewhat of a princess being twirled around, trying to keep up with the tempo of the music as it was your favorite song, Merry Go Round of Life.

As the song came to an end, you were breathless. Gripping onto san’s shoulders you let out a sharp exhale. It was too much to handle in one night. You felt nauseous and hot and you didn’t know if it was your anxiety or the one too many drinks you had. You needed to be alone for a few minutes before you pass out in front of all the guests.

“I’m sorry, please excuse me,” and with that, you ran to the restroom to catch your breath and calm yourself down.

Seonghwa saw every second of it. He knew that he was just your escort but part of him was annoyed at the show you and san put on. For one, he had always thought of choi san as a snobby rich boy who had anything handed to him as a kid. He always thought that he never had to really work hard because of his father’s shop and while he wasn’t wrong, san did have his own struggles to face. After the dance he noticed you run off and decided to follow to make sure you were okay.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, you sipped some water, took a few deep breaths and that constricting feeling in your chest soon began to subside. You fixed your hair and makeup and took a few more minutes before going back out into the hall. After emptying your bladder, you were ready to go again.

Suddenly you hear loud booming noises coming from the main hall. You wondered what in the name of God could have made that sound. A few more bangs of what seemed like gunshots rang off outside. You begin to hear the screams of women and the security yelled for persons to exit the hall immediately.

Do I stay here? Lock the doors and wait it out? Or should I try to find Seonghwa and make a run for it? No, I shouldn’t it’s too dangerous. Fuck. What do I do?

You figured if it was your time to die, you might as well embrace it with open arms. However, the chances of getting out alive seemed high as you were away from the main crowd so you decided to leave the bathroom and run into the winding corridors of the palace. You had no idea where you were going, you just ran as fast as your feet could take you as soon as you saw that the coast was clear.

That was until of course, you bend the corner and collide with a masked man in black, his wide brimmed hat hiding even more of his features. In the scuffle, you push past him so that you both now stared at each other facing the opposite direction you both were originally heading.

But… wait.

You both lock gazes, his eyes now widening as he looked at you, up and down. You knew those eyes. Those almond eyes, smudged with black liner.

But it can’t be… How? Why…

It was him. You knew him and he knew you all too well. Both your frozen stances created an awkward gap of silence. He had no intentions of hurting you and you didn’t fear him. But he said nothing. He turned his back on you and ran. He ran away, right into the chaos. Staggering backward, you hesitantly try to run.

But you couldn’t.

You turned around and picked up the pace in his direction and ran after the masked man. You see him overlooking the foyer to the hall and as he turns around to spot you, he runs toward you and pulls you back into the corridor so neither his men nor the guests see.

“I need you to leave right now. I’m so sorry. I will explain later, I promise.”

“Hongjoong, I-,” he cuts you off

“Y/n please just listen to me. It’s not safe here, please just go!”

You drop to the floor as more shots ring out. Your adrenaline kicked in and you regained your balance and ran for your life throughout the winding corridors. Soon enough you find an exit into the courtyard but you didn’t have a single idea as to how you were going to get home. That was when you spot seonghwa’s carriage handler in the distance and you ran once more.

“Where’s seonghwa?” you ask him

“He’s gone to help with the attack, please get in. I’ll take you home immediately. From the looks of it he won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

You quickly hopped into the carriage and it sped off. You figured seonghwa would have remained with the army to secure the area but you really hoped he would be okay. Thankfully, you made it home safely but only one thing lingered on your mind. Not seonghwa, not san, but hongjoong. He was back in town and you didn’t even know.

As you returned to the tavern you explained to your barmaids and guards what had happened in the palace and they were all glad you made it back in one piece. You decided to close the bar at midnight for everyone’s safety. But unfortunately for you, you couldn’t get a wink of sleep. That stare from the corridor haunted your brain. To think that he didn’t even come to see you, not even at the early hours of the morning.

“That bastard,” you thought to yourself. You went back downstairs to the bar and poured yourself a big glass of wine and with that, you were back in bed and out like a light.

Little did you know, hongjoong did in fact come looking for you that night, or rather, early that morning around 2am. He knocked on the tavern door but there was no response. He knew he had to explain himself to you and the more time had passed was the more he felt like your trust in him had dwindled. He scaled the building in an effort to get to you. Perching himself on the window sill, he tried to quietly jolt the window open to get inside. Luckily for him, it slid right open and he hopped into your room but unfortunately, he noticed you were already in a deep sleep from the glass at your bedside which smelled of alcohol. He didn’t want to wake you, so he spent the rest of the night taking a short nap on your couch in the study and hopefully explain himself in the morning.

A few hours later, slowly drifting back to reality and out of your slumber, you open your eyes and see your bedroom door slightly open. In your disoriented state, you slowly pull yourself out of bed to investigate why it was open, only to find a man who seemed to be asleep in your quarters. Your eyes shot open, hand flying to your mouth as you grabbed a crowbar you kept under your bed. Slowly approaching the intruder, you lower your guard as you realize who the person was. As your fear subsided, rage started festering inside you and your blood began boiling. Did he really have the audacity to send you away then break into your room and now sleep on your couch?

You walked up to the sleeping captain and grabbed him by the throat, jolting him out of sleep, eyes opening in shock, a lack of oxygen stifles him as he holds onto your hands. Realizing he can’t breathe in your grasp, you let go. Thinking about what you had just done.

“Kim Hongjoong, you bastard.”

Coughing and holding his throat he falls to his knees before you.

“First you leave me for months, no goodbyes, nothing. You come back to town, not even bothering to come see me only for me to recognize you in a mass holdup where I could have possible been killed! And now you’ve broken into my bedroom and had the audacity to fall asleep on my fucking couch? You’re a fucking handful aren’t you.”

Hongjoong, still catching his breath, stays on his knees and grasps onto your legs. “I’m so sorry y/n. I came earlier but I didn’t see you. I figured you had gone to the ball. I wanted to warn you before but it was too late.”

“Why did you run from me then…”

“What?”

“In the corridor. Why did you run away from me?”

“I couldn’t explain everything to you then. It was best for you to get out of there. I didn’t want you to get hurt in my mess. If we were seen together, it wouldn’t look good for you.”

“Why the ball? What did all those people ever do to you?”

“This wasn’t our doing y/n” he explains, “Remember you had been robbed a few months ago?”

“What about it…”

“Those men were part of a huge gang in this city. They were ordered to rob your bar as an initiation. My crewmates and I had spied on them one night before we left. We caught them stealing, we asked them who they worked for and what was their business robbing the merchants.”

He continues as he sees the puzzled look on your face.

“They were so scared they told us everything.. who their boss was and all kinds of evil things they do. While we were in France, we got word of a big heist that was said to take place. We weren’t sure when but someone told me that the merchant’s ball was very near in the future so I figured it would take place then. We decided to return because we knew that if anything happened to the markets it would affect so many people, including us. Trade would never be the same if we didn’t step in tonight. We realized that they infiltrated the palace through the staff. Impersonators in the kitchen staff, guards, custodians. So nobody realized that there were gang members so close to all these famous business owners. We had to wait until the very moment that they attacked to retaliate. We couldn’t even go to the police because they would probably throw us all in jail for conspiring or some shit. That’s why when I saw you, I just told you to run. You could’ve easily gotten hurt if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

You sat there trying to process all this information so early in the morning. There was a long pause after hongjoong’s explanation.

“I hope that kind of explains the bigger picture. I know I didn’t come to visit you and for that, I apologize,” he says stroking your cheek, “I just didn’t want to bring any kind of danger to your door. It would bother me so badly if someone targeted you because of me.”

“I understand now. It’s alright,” you mumble, taking a seat next to him, “did anyone get hurt?”

“I believe some civilians were injured, unfortunately. We couldn’t avoid it, though. We tried our best to single out the gang members without the palace guards noticing. It was hard but the men we set out to kill were all taken out.”

You stare at the floor as he quietly spoke, eyes widening at that last statement.

“I see you’ve made a few friends as well?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mr. Prince Charming who waltzed you into the hall? And twinkle toes on the dance floor?”

If you had water in your mouth, you would have surely spat it out at this point. Hongjoong saw everything. And what he didn’t see, his men did.

~

part 3 coming whenever my brain starts working again idk

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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ━━ ❦ damiano david.

collage made by me.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi, angel! welcome to my first imagine / oneshot on my new writing blog! i’m very excited, but extremely nervous to be posting this since i haven’t truly written anything in almost two [2] years… please, bare with me if this is complete trash – i’m just trying to figure out the layout / format that i’d like my writing style to be. anyways, if you did enjoy this lil piece (which i’d have to say i did since i am literally in love with writing about damiano) – then, please reblog, like, share & leave your feedback! your feedback keeps me motivated to write more and makes me really, really happy! okay, i’m rambling so enough of that. thank you so much for reading and have a lovely day! ♡

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: damiano and you lie in bed after hours of having sex most of the night, when Damiano starts talking about his feelings for you – which, was typically unusual for him to be so open and raw. Although, after getting through the tough parts of the conversation and reassuring him that you felt the same way, he starts to indicate that he wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon… especially, if it meant never leaving between your thighs.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐬): nobody requested this, i simply wrote this because i am so in love with damiano, & writing about him was just so much fun! however, if you’d like to request something, you may do so here.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 18+! smut. finger fucking. female oral sex. possessive!damiano. shy!reader. damiano is a fuckin tease & passes out..? no use of Y/N. fluff. tiny bit of angst, but nothing major! any grammatical mistakes are my own. also, i suck at summaries… sry!

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: inspired by the song ❝ for your love ❞ by måneskin – (which you can listen to here!) also, the aesthetic / inspo for writing this is somewhat shown to you by the collage i made. …& of course, lots of sex / sexual themes.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: damiano david x fem!reader.

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♡࿐ Damiano ran his calloused fingers that were neatly painted with fresh, black nail polish (which he had begged you relentlessly to paint them for him, earlier that morning) over your bare shoulder gently, feeling your soft and slightly dampened skin under his affectionate touch.

His fingers were sweet-tempered and precise, as they slowly dragged along your shoulder – then, trailed up slowly towards the left side of your newly marked neck, feeling you slightly flinch as he applied a bit of pressure to feel the freshly new love bites that he’d just given you moments ago.

He smiled, feeling his stomach clench in sweet pleasure and his head almost rush at the thought that you allowed him to mark you, to claim you as his, once again.

Damiano had just finished making love to you, and you were absolutely exhausted, snuggling into one of his many feathered pillows on his large bed, and letting your eyes flutter shut with a content sigh.

You were laying completely naked on your stomach, right next to your lover, your sides pressed together, with one of your legs looped and tangled with his. The right side of your face was pressed into the pillow (that smelled of Damiano’s mouthwatering cologne that he always wore and of course, cigarettes).

You were currently facing a very satisfied Damiano who was sprawled out leisurely, naked as the day he was born, with sweat gleaming off of his tattooed chest as he rested against his headboard right next to you. He had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and blown out from lust and were watching you… intensely.

Even though you had your eyes closed, you could feel his penetrating gaze on you, as well as his needy touch that indicated that he was nowhere near finished with you. Even if it was almost two o’clock in the morning… time didn’t matter to Damiano, and he always said that time seemed to fly by and not exist whenever he was with you. Plus, Damiano’s stamina was… remarkable, to say the least.

Damiano’s breathing was heavy as he had just finished only minutes ago, and had rolled over to give you both some space to relax, knowing for certain he wasn’t done with you for the night. Knowing himself… he could go a few rounds and still not get enough of you. You were driving him slowly insane, he was sure. Usually, he was a one or two round type of guy, but ever since meeting you and being in a relationship with you… his sex cravings have been, in a sense – out of his control.

Damiano was sweaty and his heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage and his entire body felt like jello, his head was also a little fuzzy from the intense orgasm he just had, but overall – he felt amazing.

Give him twenty minutes tops, and he’ll be ready again to fuck you until you both passed out (metaphorically speaking, obviously) – thus, that usually did happen when he was home from touring. You two would fuck for hours, then be so exhausted that you’d cuddle together and fall asleep until late afternoon. He’d be all over you, needy and constantly needing your attention on him always, as well as touching.

Touching was a big thing for Damiano, not so much in public, no – but in his own home where you both felt comfortable, and when you two were alone, it was like he became touch starved to the point where he’d follow you wherever you went. You didn’t mind, of course.

In all honesty, you two were quite similar in that regard, considering you two only saw each other when he was home. Otherwise, he’d be performing in a different city every night with the rest of his amazing band, Måneskin.

The lamp right beside his bed was switched on, basking the room in a low, yellowish glow. There was no other light on in his bedroom, the curtains pulled tightly shut for privacy. Although, he usually only closed them for your peace of mind, which you thought was incredibly sweet, since you didn’t even have to mention it to him anymore.

Damiano reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a cheap, red lighter. He quickly took a cigarette out, tossing the rectangular box back on the table without care, before placing the nicotine stick between his lips, and lighting the end of it until it formed a bright, burning cherry. He also threw the lighter back on the table once he was done lighting it, careless of where it landed.

He did all of this while looking at you – he looked at your messy hair which he had ran his fingers through all night while taking you from behind, and from what he could see of your slightly squished face against his pillow, your lips were puffy from him sucking and biting on them. You looked so breathtaking.

Suddenly, Damiano broke the peaceful silence.

“I miss you,” Damiano mumbled, running a hand through his tangled hair, the cigarette still between his lips at the corner of his mouth, sucking in the smoke and then blowing it out through his nose. He then took the lit cigarette between his index and middle finger, holding it out for you as he nudged you slightly with your tangled legs. “Mmm, no.” you declined, pausing and letting out a yawn. “I miss you, too.”

Damiano let out a low laugh, sounding almost bitter. “No, sweetheart. I miss you.” The way he stated the words made your eyes open, and you struggled slightly for a moment, pushing yourself up to lean on your elbows to look up at him. He wore a blank face as usual, but you could see the tiny frown he was trying to hold back from you. “Damiano…” you sighed, taking his free hand and holding it in yours, giving each of his knuckles a soft kiss, while never taking your eyes away from him.

“Look at me,” you demanded, making your voice sound firm, to show him that you were serious. Damiano couldn’t help but roll his eyes reluctantly, though he still tilted his head so he was looking downwards at you. You were always his little brat, he could never say no to you. No matter what you demanded from him, he would comply – without hesitation.

“I miss you… so much. You know that I…” you trailed off, squeezing his hand for comfort, in which he returned the sweet gesture. Your voice suddenly felt very weak, like you could no longer speak. You wouldn’t deny it, it was getting harder and harder being with Damiano, especially with your own job being entirely different from his own.

He was a rockstar, and you were – well, you were normal. You had a normal, everyday job that you did, in fact, love a lot. You had crazy work hours, as did he. Yet, you still wouldn’t give him up, no matter what… not unless he gave you up first.

Damiano seemed to have read your thoughts, and his immediate thought was no fucking way was that going to happen. He’d never leave you or give you up, and he prayed to whatever higher being that you’d never leave him. He couldn’t imagine life without you.

These type of thoughts and feelings always seemed to scare and unsettle him, as Damiano lips turned up into a sickly kind of amused smile, but only for a second. “I know, amore mio.”

Damiano looked tired, like he’d been traveling the world for hundreds of years, meanwhile his career had only just really taken off after winning the Eurovision contest. You were extremely happy for him, congratulating him as he had rushed home to you after celebrating with his band mates and team, as well as lots of press conferences and many interviews that seemed to be repetitive. He was conquering the world day by day, and you didn’t want to hold him back, not for a second.

Damiano almost looked sorrowful, like something important was on his mind, troubling him – still, it seemed like he was too afraid to say anything. Suddenly, his eyes turned hard and determined as he looked down at you, looking you directly in your eyes, making goosebumps rise on your naked skin, fearing for his next words. Although, what he said next left you in utter shock.

“I love you, more than anything in this world. I love you… so, so fucking much. Being away from you, for me… it’s the worst pain imaginable. And yet… I still can’t get enough of you. I’d do anything for you, you know? Anything you’d ask, I’d do it in a heartbeat. No matter the consequences, or the losses, or…” he swallowed, before taking a massive drag of his cigarette, letting his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, just letting the nicotine smoke take over his mind for a second.

Continuing deeply, he went on. “You’re everything to me… I’d do whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want me to do – I’ll do it. Just promise me… promise me I’ll always have your love, because you’ll always have mine. Always.” Damiano said, breathless and his chest was almost heaving by the time he was finished his little speech.

You could only imagine how difficult it must’ve been for Damiano to admit those type of feelings to you, he was so young and so full of life, and his life right now was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes passed. He was always so sweet and loving towards you, he was always just the type of guy to ‘not express his feelings with words, more so with actions’.

“Damiano –“ you gaped at him, not exactly knowing how to word your own feelings to your boyfriend, as it wasn’t something you two usually discussed, it was just sort of always known how you two felt about one another. Saying it out loud… well, it was completely different. Damiano quickly put his more than half smoked cigarette in the ashtray by his bed, before bending slightly to reach you, smothering your lips with his, your tongues battling each other’s for dominance instantaneously.

He tasted of cigarettes and listerine mouthwash, with a hint of something that was just Damiano’s natural taste. It was heavenly.

“I’ll do whatever you want, for your love. Do you understand me?” Damiano asked, pulling away only a centimeter, both of you breathing the same oxygen, breathlessly. “Just tell me what you want, baby…” Damiano begged, trailing off as he raised a hand and caressed the side of your face tenderly, before twisting a strand of your loose hair between his long fingers, his dark eyes flicking back and forth to your eyes, then back down to your kissable lips.

“I just want you,” you whispered, feeling your heartbeat pick up in speed. Damiano grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer, as his thoughts were just about the same. He just wanted you, but he also wanted to give you everything, anything you wanted from him, it’d be yours.

“Let me kiss you,” Damiano said, his voice dropping a few octaves, a hungry sort of lust now consuming his brain once more. You giggled, leaning in for a kiss, but he stopped you – placing one hand on your shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

Smirking, Damiano brushed his lips against the corner of your mouth, teasingly. “Not here, amore…” Damiano murmured, his voice trailing off. You felt the muscles in your belly tense in excitement, a wide smile making its way on your face.

Damiano carefully rolled you over so you were now laying on your back, the cool air of his bedroom instantly making your nipples harden. Your lover didn’t hesitate, as he crawled his way on top of you, each leg on either side of you and his dominant hand holding himself up, as his other hand came up to squeeze one of your tits.

You moaned, feeling his fingers pinch one of your nipples, before he bent his head down to suck the nipple he wasn’t paying any attention to in his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling on it. Your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands coming up to run up and down Damiano’s back.

“Sweet girl, will you let me taste you?” Damiano purred, dragging his hand that was on your nipple down to your ribcage, then down towards your bellybutton, lightly tracing the skin there. It tickled you, of course. Damiano always loved playing with you a bit before he full on fucked you, which usually unnerved you, but tonight you didn’t mind. You nodded your answer, quite eagerly – causing Damiano to laugh at you.

You were already wet from earlier from your previous sinful acts, but not as wet as you could be, but luckily for you – Damiano was a thorough man, and he always enjoyed a bit of foreplay. Damiano started sloppily kissing his way down towards your stomach, from your ribcage, to your bellybutton, then down to your bare bikini line.

His breath fanned over your bare cunt, his eyes traveling to see the puffiness of your slicked lips. You let out a shaky breath as he wrapped one arm around your right thigh tightly, tugging you down the bed so you’d be closer to him, while his other hand went to gently spread your lips apart with two fingers, before diving his face in between your thighs. His tongue lapped up your mixed essence, humming at the taste of both you and him on his tongue.

Damiano’s tongue playfully swirled around your clit in figure eights, as he slipped two fingers inside of you easily, keeping them still inside of you, causing you to whimper and grasp the sheets below you. “F-Fuck, Damiano…” Damiano simply continued his actions, occasionally nibbling on your swollen clit, before sucking and kissing it in apology, ignoring your moans as he lost himself in the taste of your sweet nectar, which was now heavily leaking out of your cunt.

Suddenly, Damiano added a third finger inside of you, then almost viciously started pumping them into you, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal at the action. Damiano laughed breathlessly against your clit, sucking on the little throbbing nub in his mouth continuously, while curling his fingers inside of you, feeling your juices leaking down all over his hand now. The arm that was wrapped around your right thigh was now holding you tightly against his mouth so that you couldn’t move your lower half, while your torso was arching perfectly.

Damiano couldn’t take his eyes off of you, seeing the way your lips parted as your breathing started to grow heavier, his hand that was gripping your thigh was digging his blunt, newly polished nails into the meaty skin. You cursed, wanting to move your hips against his face, but Damiano kept you locked in place.

His tongue moved down to your hole now, sliding in along side his fingers, as he pressed his nose against your clit teasingly, moving his tongue in and out of you at rapid speed. Soon enough, Damiano added a fourth finger inside of you, scissoring your cunt open for him, ready to fuck you again as he could feel himself harden incredibly fast.

Damiano could feel your cunt clench around his fingers which were buried as deep as they could possibly go, hitting that spongy tissue inside of you that made you see twinkling stars. He could tell you were about to come, and that only infuriated him to move his tongue and fingers faster, pumping and scissoring your cunt so hard you were now a shaking, whining mess.

He loved it.

“Fucking come all over my fingers for me, baby,” Damiano said, slurping up your juices greedily, giving your puffy hole a loving kiss as your thighs started to shake almost violently. Damiano could barely keep your one thigh in his strong hold, while your other leg was completely sprawled out along the large bed, your knee bent inwards and trembling, unnoticed by you.

“Damiano…!” you screeched, creaming all over his hand, your cum dripping down his wrist as he continued to fuck you using his talented tongue and fingers. You were so needy for him, all you wanted was his fucking cock inside of you… right now.

“Please, please – fuck me!?” you begged, your big doe eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears and your lips were bitten raw from you and him biting them. You looked so fucking beautiful. If there were a single word to describe the way you looked to Damiano right now, it’d be simple.

Goddess.

Honestly, if you’d say yes, in this very moment – Damiano would be just about at the breaking point of losing his shit and asking you to marry him. His cock was rock solid, pressed against his bare stomach, dribbling with pre-cum against his sheets, feeling like it’d explode. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to breathe out of his nose, controlling the animalistic urge to just rise up on his knees and to start pounding his cock into you.

Although, he couldn’t help himself and kept his eyes locked on you, looking up at you in awe in your moaning glory, watching your orgasm completely take over your body, making you shake and gasp and plead for him.

Damiano slowed his quickened pace as he now only fucked you with his fingers, removing his mouth from your hole which was unconsciously clenching his fingers still, before he began to suck on your clit again harshly, making you cry out. “Damiano!” you yelled, looking down at him desperately, your stomach felt like it was tied in hundreds of knots, your skin felt like it was sizzling, like if you’d touch it – you’d burn.

A moment later, you were coming all over again. The band in your belly snapping, making you choke on air as you used all your will-power to move, thrusting your hips up and down and any sort of way they’d go as you felt Damiano’s fingers slide out of you. “No, no, no – please, I’ll b-be good…!” you sobbed, now making grabbing motions towards him with your hands.

Damiano lips were slightly parted, his eyes completely blown out from lust from just watching you and were halfway open, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was out of his control… he looked drunk.

Drunk off you.

He slowly moved to slide himself up your body, kissing your stomach and chest as he went, before crashing your mouths together, groaning deeply into your sweet mouth. He sucked on your tongue and you could taste yourself on his tongue, while you two fucked each other’s mouths. Fuck, Damiano thought while kissing you. He wanted you… he wanted you so fucking badly.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but Damiano’s remained half opened as he kissed you, bringing his dry hand up to grasp one of your perky tits once again, twisting your nipple, feeling your body shake underneath his from the aftermath of two orgasms in a row.

“Want me to fuck you now, baby?” Damiano asked huskily, trailing his lips down to your ear, his tongue swirling around the shell of your ear, before biting on your earlobe – making you whine uselessly as you wrapped both arms around him, holding him against you, never wanting to let him go.

“Yes!” you pleaded, nodding your head in consent. Damiano’s accent seemed to only grow thicker as he lost all sense of time, just wanting to be inside of your cunt already. “Alright, fuck… Jesus Christ, I love you,” he gasped, his lips dragging along the skin of your delicate neck, kissing and licking the salty skin greedily. He couldn’t get enough.

He craved you.

Damiano quickly used his hand that was coated in your juices to lather his cock up, spreading it all along his hardened shaft, along with some of the oozing pre-cum that was dripping down the flushed head. Then, he angled his hips and pelvis directly against yours so you were pressed together, using his hand that held his cock in hand, he gently pressed the tip of his cock directly against your needy hole, which was just dying to be filled.

“Yes, yes, yes…! More, please! Put it in,” you cried, sounding pathetic, but you didn’t give a shit. All you wanted was Damiano. Damiano choked on a laugh as he thrusted the entirety of his large cock inside of your cunt, making you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion, feeling Damiano bottom out.

“Oh, fuck!” Damiano cursed, stilling his hips against yours as he moved the hand that was gripping your tit and leaned down on both of his elbows, so to not put so much of his weight on you. He stayed completely still to let you adjust to him, feeling your soaked walls that felt like fucking velvet to him squeeze his cock in place. He wanted to scream.

Your hair was sprawled out across one of his pillows, your skin felt flushed with heat, and you felt like your whole body was pulsing with electricity. Damiano lazily ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose as he waited for you to grow comfortable once again.

Always the gentleman.

Damiano’s eyes locked with yours, your right hand coming up and scratching the skin at the base of his neck for comfort, while your left hand gripped his back for leverage as you shifted your hips upwards. Damiano couldn’t control his breathing, let alone the way his cock twitched desperately inside of you – you made his veins and pulse feel like they were trembling.

“Amore, are you alright?” Damiano asked quietly, his voice strained and eyebrows furrowed in pure concentration, though he was always considerate for you. No matter how many times Damiano had fucked you, it always took a moment for you to get used to his thick, long length. You breathed out a sigh, nodding. “You can move, Damiano.” you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

Damiano let out a sigh of relief, feeling like he was about to lose all of his self control, as he pulled his hips back and slammed them against yours, thrusting in and out of you like a wild beast, impatient and needing to fucking come. “Fuck…!” Damiano shouted, feeling his orgasm build so quickly inside of him, he felt like he was gonna pass the fuck out. “Tell me,” Damiano begged suddenly, pounding his way in and out of you roughly and quickly, just the way you both liked it.

“I love you,” you whimpered, one hand flying to grab ahold of the sheets below you and the other grasping one of Damiano’s shoulders as you felt like your boyfriend was very quickly losing his mind while fucking you. His cock was so big and heavy whenever it thrusted it’s way inside of your tight cunt – it felt like Damiano was fucking your guts. He constantly, without fail, kept hitting your g-spot, causing your vision to become unfocused.

“Oh, oh, oh  – please, don’t stop!” you screamed, throwing your head back and letting your eyes flutter close in pure ecstasy.

Damiano felt his heart pound against his chest, continuing his eager thrusting and completely enjoying himself. It felt like heaven, being inside of you, he honestly didn’t want to pull out. If he had a choice, he’d stay inside of you forever.

“I’m never gonna stop,” Damiano growled, before bending his head down into the crook of your neck, biting your pulse point and triggering your final orgasm of the night. You wailed, making a tight fist and banging it against the bed, your nails digging into Damiano’s shoulder, making him groan in pleasure.

Damiano felt his balls tighten up immediately after, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze him so beautifully, he could cry. He was going to come any second now, just a few more hard thrusts and – Damiano blacked out. His body instantly dropped and landed right on top of you, his cock spurting his release inside of you.

For a few seconds, you weren’t even aware of Damiano’s passing out on top of you, as you were still going through the intense waves and feelings of your own orgasm. You felt dizzy and unsure of everything around you, you could barely see – all you could see was dark hair in your face and you blinked rapidly, trying to get your vision back into focus as your body was tingling in euphoria.

When you finally unclenched your fist from gripping your boyfriends shoulder, that’s when you noticed it. Suddenly, you tried sitting up quickly, which was a bad idea since Damiano was literally dead weight on top of you, you couldn’t move a inch, only your head and arms.

“Damiano!” you yelled, trying to wiggle your body from underneath his to wake him, feeling his cock release the last few drops of his cum inside of you. You didn’t want your mind to wonder off, but cock-warming Damiano felt amazing – even with the terrible circumstance that was currently happening.

“Damiano,” you called desperately, using both of your hands to gently lift his head from the crook of your neck. His eyes were closed and sweat was beaded across his forehead, his lips were only slightly parted as he breathed heavily. Was he…?

Was he snoring?!

You were growing more and more worried, he should be awake by now. “Damiano!” you said firmly, pinching one of his cheeks as you held his head up. Why wasn’t he waking up? You considered slapping him, but then quickly dismissed the crazy idea.

“Please, baby – wake up for me…” you said softly, not exactly knowing what to do in this type of situation as this has never happened to you. You just wanted to make sure he was alright, then you’d let him sleep however long he wanted to.

All of the sudden, as if your worried state was enough to do the trick, his eyelids opened quickly, looking alerted and startled. “W-What…?” he asked slowly, mumbling his words. “Oh, thank goodness!” you exclaimed, pecking him on the mouth. Damiano looked so confused, calling your name to grab your attention as you began to fuss over him. You wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of your hand, your eyes wandering all over his face, making sure his eyes remained focused and open.

“Darling, what happened?” Damiano asked, grabbing one of your busy hands by the wrist, pausing your actions as you laid beneath him, with a look of concern on your face. “Oh, Damiano… you passed out!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening and you bit your lower lip in worry, not sure how he would take to hearing the news, or if he’d even believe you. You truly expected him to laugh at you.

He didn’t.

Turns out, he believed you, because his eyes grew huge and his mouth dropped open in shock. “I… what?! I passed out? How?!” Damiano demanded, before he started cursing in Italian, his cheeks flushed. Damiano looked down between your bodies, lifting his up a little to see you both were still connected, with him still inside of you, limp.

Immediately, Damiano pulled out and rolled over to sit back up against the headboard, causing you to gasp at the sudden emptiness. Damiano turned to you quickly, an apology already flying out of his mouth. “I’m so sorry, amore mio… I didn’t mean to…”

You grimaced, feeling Damiano’s cum leak out of you. “It’s… it’s fine, darling – really, I’m okay.” You knew he was embarrassed, you could just tell by his posture and his reaction and just knowing Damiano. “It’s alright, you know. You’re okay,” you said quietly, laying there in silence as Damiano leaned over to grab his cigarettes and lighter. Damiano shook his head in objection, his cheeks still heated with a blush. In all your years of knowing Damiano, it was very hard for him to feel embarrassed.

He didn’t care what others thought about him, he didn’t give a fuck about other peoples opinions. He never cared what people thought of him… ever.

You though… you were different. He respected you, and loved you so damn much… perhaps too much, since it caused him to become so overwhelmed with emotion while fucking your brains out – and then, ultimately, he passed out himself.

Damiano lit up another cigarette, bringing it up to his mouth immediately and sucking in the cloudy smoke. It was silent for exactly six minutes.

Six, uncomfortable minutes.

You didn’t know what to say… or think, really. You knew you weren’t mad or upset, you also didn’t think that he should feel ashamed or embarrassed about the situation. But you also knew Damiano and his need to overthink things whenever he was with you.

“I’m sorry,” Damiano said, quietly. His voice sounded so small – so filled with shame, and you did not like it one bit. You sat up right next to him, plucking the lit cigarette from his swollen lips and placing the stick between your own lips, inhaling the smoke.

Damiano looked at you from the corner of his eyes as if you went mad, you never smoked cigarettes. He only ever offered you one to tease you and mess around, he knew you’d always decline his offer. Which, right now, he was positive you’ve lost it somehow after experiencing his embarrassing moment.

He kept checking your face in worry, which remained blank. Thinking to himself, great, just fucking fantastic. He’s caused you to smoke and ruin your lungs all because of him passing out during sex. Fuck. He didn’t know what to do or say… but, apparently, you did.

You inhaled another deep drag of the cigarette, before turning your head to look up at your pouty boyfriend, holding out the cigarette for him to take from you. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I understand. Just don’t… don’t hide from me. Don’t shut me out, because I love you, Damiano. I love you so fucking much,” you paused, breathing out the smoke. Then, you locked your eyes with his, making note of every feature of his beautiful face.

“I’ll do whatever you want, for your love. Do you understand me?” you asked, sincerely. Damiano immediately smiled, teeth and all, before licking his lips and putting the cigarette down in the ashtray. He turned back to you and cupped your face in his hands lovingly, “I just guess next time I’ll have to have you pass out on me,” Damiano remarked, smirking down at you in amusement.

You smiled, pressing your lips to his, kissing him with all the love and passion you could muster up in one kiss. “I love you,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

He hummed his confirmation, “And I… love you.”

fin ♡ ˊˎ-

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐): if you enjoyed this and would like to see more, you may request something for damiano right here! & here is my masterlist, in case you didn’t see it up top! okay, i hope you enjoyed this lil thing… it took me WEEKS to finish this story so please reblog, like, share & leave your feedback! <3 thank you!

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boxspring system, he/him catchall (or it if you’re cool)

u can call us “box”, body is 19 years old

our main blog is @b0xspring (host’s blog)

if a random blog links back to our main or we like from our main right after reblogging, you can assume it’s from us or dm/send an ask if you’d like to confirm / are paranoid about not knowing

this is practically the main, stuff here is sometimes tagged with #abt, #me, or #sys, though sometimes they’re interchangeable because “me” isn’t very helpful . hope that makes sense

#…5317 is the soulmate tag, @5317forever is the soulmate blog ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

osdd(?) system, shits fucked, also we’re autistic + adhd as shit, memory’s bad all over. ask me to tag anything specific (if we’re mutuals) & i will start a list of trigger tags. i try to tag general things, but if i slip up, u’ve been warned sry

anyways don’t bug me about syscourse, i’ll block you if you bother me (this is an “endo dni” disclaimer but just leave me alone i don’t care)

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like if read, please…!!!

[futuregws]

ugh the way she continues to act like a child. first by reblogging a post where someone simply disagrees with her actions (and made valid points about how she acts very childish) but got her age wrong and so she decides to reblog it with the caption "stopped reading right away because i'm 25 YOU GUYS HAVE EVERYONE'S BIRTHDAY'S WRONG LMAO" but ignores the actual main point of the post

then she screenshots a reply to her that points out the very obvious fact that her stans will likely harass that person and makes 3 posts saying that "responding to someone saying they got my birthday wrong isn't harassment lmao try again babe" (fun fact, babe: reblogging a post where someone criticizes you & attempting to dunk on them in front of your thousands of followers (when they likely do not have the same amount of followers/support as you) is pretty much setting them up to be harassed by your followers. kinda obvious)

and then in her most recent post she replies to that person in such a condescending manner when all they did was point out that she likes to makes rude posts and then deletes in a matter of minutes. like girl.. it's a valid point. if you really like "a lasting happy vibe" on your blog maybe don't be so obsessed with "haters" and "antis". appreciate the fans you do have and keep going. it's crazy how consistently strange she acts. but hey, any attention is good attention, right?

(also the fact that she took screenshots, some of them two seconds after that person replied, and made whole posts to reply to that person instead of just replying to them in the replies..... is very odd to me. almost like she wants them to get harassed by her fans)

i won't even touch on the joe stuff earlier today; its so funny to me that he never talks about her unless asked while she likes to drag him into her online messes (meanwhile he's not even on sm to know what is actually going on). like babe. if u respect someone's privacy so much maybe stop bringing them up when you know it's just going to lead to weirdos wanting to pry further into his life.

sry for the rant btw. i can also send u screenshots if you didn't see this, just lmk

Idk about ya'll but the fact that she stopped reading after someone got her age wrong just screams to me that she felt called out on it and decided to go and "be funny"

And if she posts stuff like that with people's @ and doesn't realize that she's sending haters straight to that person then she needs to step back and actually learn how the internet and stan culture works

[chaos-burst]

Hey! :) I’ve wanted to play d&d for a while now, and after getting into critical role i finally decided to convince my friends to play with me. None of us have played before, so im both exited and a bit nervous since i’ll be the dm. We don’t know anyone who plays, and i’m not very comfortable with palying with strangers, so we’ll be diving right in together! Do you or your followers have any tips or good resources to recommend for new players and/or dms? Any tips would be greatly appreciated! :D

Hey there!

I’m very flattered that you would ask me for DMing tips, but I just have to preface this saying that I am a first time DM myself and I am currently on session 13 of my campaign. But I can see if I can list some things that I found useful building my first campaign :) And I totally feel you not being comfortable with strangers, I play with a group of friends and we were all first time players when we started!

Let’s start with resources! (I will put the links in a reblog bc tumblr is a dick about posts with external links in them. Sry for the hassle!)

Probably a bit redundant, but nevertheless very helpful: The core rulebooks for D&D. Which is to say The Dungeon Master Guide, The Monster Manual and The Players Handbook. Bc those are expensive as fuck, check out this lovely thing (1).

Then, depending on whether you play online or live: Roll20.net (2) You can invite your players to your campaign and make maps for encounters with minis on them, you can insert music that plays in the background and it also rolls dice for you if you have to roll a big amount of dice and don’t want to do math ;)

There is an encounter builder on kobold-fightclub (3) that can help you balance encounters according to your party’s level! I have found it quite helpful and it’s also an easy way to filter monsters for a specific terrain when you know that you’ll be running through a swamp/desert/cave etc.!

I also found this this cheat sheet very helpful, esp regarding the different conditions that I can never seem to remember.

Then, ofc, one of CR’s sponsors: dndbeyond (4). Me and my friends bought a subscription bc damn is it useful to be able to click on anything on your character sheet and see what the hell it means. It also helps you track your spellslots/HP etc. during combat. 

Something I also did was watch Matt’s videos (5) on how he DMs. Altho it bears to say: Don’t compare yourself to Matt Mercer. It will only stress you out. 

You like maps? So do I! Check these out (6/7). 

You want to keep track of your npcs and important lore and places and everything? You could try worldanvil (8)! It’s like building a wiki for your own world!

And then about tips. It is probably easier to give tips when you have specific questions than it is to give general tips, but I’ll do my best! I’m sure many experienced DMs want to chime in and add to it :)

Communication is (as with most things in life) key to everything. Get together with your players for a Session 0 and just talk about what kind of game you want to run and what kind of game they want to play. There are people who like combat more than roleplay or vice versa. There are people who want to play an evil campaign or they want a lot of political intrigue or they are soft marshmallows like I am and don’t want permanent character deaths and so on and so on. Just get together and talk about what you guys want to create. Also talk about the characters with each individual player.Ask them about triggers they have, so you can avoid topics. Ask them how they feel about an NPC flirting with their character. It goes the other way around as well! Tell them about your boundaries and your expectations. One of my friends wanted to make a character with a neutral evil alignment. I told that it’s fine, as long as there’s the prospect for the character to evolve towards a neutral or good alignment, bc I have no interest in dm-ing an “evil” campaign. 

Something that might make running a campaign easier for you is if your players’ characters already know each other before the game starts. If you’re like me you will sweat bullets thinking about how to get them to work towards a common goal. If they’re already friends/rivals/lovers/colleagues/members of the same adventuring guild you will not have that problem. And they can give you some notes on how they envision the relationships to be/how they met.

You can start your adventure with one of the official adventures that are out there if you want to! You don’t have to do a whole ton of worldbuilding like I did bc I’m a crazy person and have my whole setting homebrewed. If not, you can always make life as easy as possible for yourself and start small! Build a small town with a few key NPCs, put a small assortment of possible quests there and then only roughly sketch out what you want the “outside world” to look like. I as a player love some context when I build characters, so if you want to give your players a small introduction into the campaign setting, I think that would be helpful and also helps creating characters who fit into your setting! If you want to run a campaign that has tons of dragons and poisoned oceans that cannot be crossed by mortals it would be sad if a player came to you and gave you the character sheet for a sailor.

If you do a whole campaign, I found it helpful to have a rough idea about different factions and two or three major events that shape your world. Ideas for later quests will eventually tie into big world events when the players get higher level!

Draw yourself a map. It doesn’t have to be elaborate or anything, but at some point there will be a question about “where is the next big city, we need to buy healing potions” and you will feel much safer if you just have a piece of paper (analogue or virtual) with like... a rough outline, some landmarks and some cities on it. At least that’s how it was for me!

You don’t have to reinvent the wheel. Don’t beat yourself up if your first quests are “standard” stuff like “Take care of this giant rat infestation in the cellar of the tavern.” or “My purple dragoncat has been abducted, please get him back for me.”. I started my campaign with small quests before getting to a small arc and then I want to work towards bigger arcs eventually. But for new players and a new DM I found it very helpful to keep things low stakes to not stress anyone out too much. If you fuck up the giant rat infestation, the world will not end, you know? That is nice. Also works well as a tutorial for everyone! Combat is intimidating! So many rules! Take your time to figure out how stuff works with some nice, small quests and some not-too-complex-combat encounters!

You don’t have to follow every rule. There are so many rules for everything and that can be helpful but it can also be stressful. You don’t have to do everything by the book and if you notice that some rules annoy you and your players, you can always change them as you go along! (Cats have nightvision. Sometimes the rulebooks are dumb.)

Don’t get hung up on too many details. I love worldbuilding, but I get obsessive easily. Sometimes I think my world isn’t ready enough bc I tend to think like a writer who has to have everything figured out. That is not the case with d&d! Sure, It’s good if you know stuff. But d&d is not only about planning, it’s also about improvising. And the world will grow while you play in it! Before you know it you’ll go like “I want to have an encounter with this cool ice monster. I need an icy landscape.” and then you will make one. And maybe it wasn’t there before, but who cares. Your players will be excited and you can make up the lore as you move along! 

Did I mention communication? 

If you have specific questions about certain aspects of DMing or how to start, feel free to message me anytime :) I hope this helps a little bit! I’ll reblog in a second with the links!

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MAGIC ICE CREAM FROM THE GREAT DEPRESSION

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POV: You follow the “kfc” tag

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IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE OWL HOUSE, PLEASE UNFOLLOW ME FOR A BRIEF MOMENT

Because I’m most likely going to be posting nothing BUT it for maybe a week.

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T O P 3 B O I S ! ! !

45 notes • Posted 2021-05-18 00:38:26 GMT

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BEST BLM AND ASIAN HATE ADVICE TO HAVE

It is BEST to have EVERY PERSON OF COLOR to memorize the 4th amendment which goes like this:

“The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, in the persons or things to be seized.”

What this says is that no matter how much police officers request/order you to let them look through your things, whether that be anything in your house, car, phone, EVERYTHING, they cannot do it...without a warrant. You can probably even sue them for not following this amendment.

You HAVE TO REMEMBER; just because they are an authority figure doesn’t mean you have to do everything they say. We have many rights in the Constitution that specifically say there are things we can say no about. Also, if they are holding you somewhere, you can ask if you are getting arrested. And if you are not being arrested or detained, you are allowed to leave.

It is baked into us at a young age from our parents and our teachers that we should be following directions from our authorities without question. Still, there are many things in our Constitution that say the opposite to prevent the police, military, or the government from harassing us, innocent citizens, for no apparent reason.

The 4th amendment is fundamentally about putting down boundaries with people who are in power or authority figures. We must maintain this balance of power because if we lose this balance, even if we don’t have anything to hide, it makes the power too strong on one side, and it hurts regular civilians whether you are white, black, yellow, or red.

Update:

Now if it is confirmed that you are getting arrested after asking, you should now start relying on the 5th amendment which is as follows:

“ no person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a present meant or instinct meant of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in times of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.”

Sry if that sounds passive, that’s just the original text.

Anyway, I bet that you’re feeling overwhelmed for how many rights are cramped into that amendment, but something tells me that they were just going all in on that one.

What this amendment is most famous for is “pleading the fifth” or having the right to say that you don’t want to answer specific questions the law asks of you because it would incriminate you. The 5th Amendment covers a LOT more than that. It says that the government can't take your property without payment; you are entitled to the process of the law before the government tries to take your possessions, your time, put you in prison, or anything of the sort. YOU ARE ENTITLED TO HAVE YOUR TIME IN FRONT OF A JURY AND HAVING YOUR CASE HEARD OUT. We need to have everyone get the chance to have their time with a jury to get their case heard and not have the wrong/innocent people be put in prison for something they didn't do. The 5th amendment is the one that protects us against the law enforcement that tries to kill the innocent because they “might” be a criminal. That is why police should bring people in; they are considered suspects instead of actual criminals unless they have a recorded criminal history that needs to be justified in the eyes of the law. But knowing them, they will probably try their best to find loopholes to alter the criminal records to say that the person in question DOES have one. All this stuff in bold and in red are the things you should be focusing on as that is the part that can help you out the MOST in these situations.

Please spread this as much as you can to your friends, family, loved ones, heck, even your pets. I don’t care who you share it to. All that matters is that you do it. The more people that see this, the more of an advantage we have against the issue of police brutality, white supremacy, and racism.

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[madlencen]

I'm finally doing this! I was tagged ages ago haha sry Age: Younger than Tom Holland, older than Bella Ramsey

Bed Size: single bed

Cat Names: I don't have cats but I think I would call them Tefnut cuz I am a nerd

Dog Names: My mom has a dog named Lenny and my dad has one called Gandalf haha but I think I would call my dog after some character I love

Essential Start of your day: reading the fanfiction from the previous night

Favourite Colour: purple & black

Ghost Exist: No, Shaniac for life baby!!

Height: 5'3 (160cm)

Instrument you played in school: none, no talent

Kids: fuck them kids, never

Mood: bored and lonely

Night Owl: always

Overnight hospital stay: fell off a couch in kindergarten, almost got a concussion

Pet Peeve: loud talking, idk probably more

Quiet time hobby: sketching sometimes, listening to music, reading ff

Right or Left handed: right handed

Siblings: younger half-brother (5), younger half-sister (12), older half-brother that I have only met once

Top 2 TV: Moon Knight & Bob's Burgers

Vacation: love staying at home during vacation and doing nothing, haven't been anywhere in years

Worst day of the week: every day is torture

Xbox or PS4: I have a PS4

Yummy food you like: pastaaaaaa

Zoo favourites: I hate the zoo

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@letarasstuff @nano-noa you don't have to do it, obv

THE ABC'S OF YOU

Age - older than James Dean, younger than Kurt Cobain

Bed Size - twin

Cat names - don’t like animals

Dog names- don’t like animals but one time I rescued a stray for a day bc it was 107 out and I felt bad and I named him Abner

Essential start of your day- I like to turn on a song from fun. to start my day

Favorite color - maroon and burgundy

Ghosts exist - 💯 believe

Height - 5’9

Instrument you played in school - I was homeschooled and my mom got tired of trying to teach me cuz I was a little shit lol so I sang

Kids- one day!!!! Need my baby Harrison 😭

Mood- bro I’m fighting for my life on my schools toilet rn

Night Owl - most definitely

Overnight Hospital stay - when I got psych warded 🤪✌️

Pet peeve - I promise I don’t really care about grammar but for some reason “I seen” kills me 😭😭😭

Quiet time hobby - crocheting and listening to Lore podcast

Right or Left handed - right, I’m not the devil

Siblings - 4, older brother, two younger and a younger sister (all pains in my ass)

Top 2 TV - all time? Doctor Who and probs always sunny? Maybe the office?

Vacation- last trip was to the blank hills for my friend’s bachelorette

Worst day of the week- saturdays if I work 😭 Olive Garden always wildin

XBox or PS4- girls don’t play video games!! I fw a wii tho

Yummy food you like- pizza rolls!!!!!!!!!!

Zoo favorites - I like watching penguins do their thing

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[majitek]

Do you have any Bloodborne ships you like, or maybe even actually ship? o:

OH BOY I SURE DO!!

(Answer under-cut bc this is long💀💀)

My first and all-time fav is Djura/Djura's ally :")

I like to imagine the powder kegs to be a very welcoming/warm group to be a part of despite their rough and explosive techniques. So this makes the tragedy of Old Yharnam even more heartbreaking for me dgjdhd but its kind of bittersweet thinking of Djura and his last 2 companions sticking together and dedicating the rest of their lives defending old Yharnam. (Until his disciple succumbs to the Nightmare, leaving those 2 alone💔😔I like to think his disciple was like a nephew to em both :"( )

For their specific relationship tho, I like to think ally has stuck with him throughout their entire career together, sort of like a right-hand man :") hrngg they're both old n tired n sad but they have each other  </3 (well... until the hunter comes.... BUT, not in my games😎 I never had the heart to kill either of them😤😎💯🔥😭)

I have a lot of thumbnails of drawings I wanted to make of em, but my art skills weren't capable of it at the time😭💔 I want to try again soon tho :")

I also rly like Brador/Simon!!

...which is like the complete opposite of that first ship lol💀💀😭 uhh Idk how to explain it besides complicated??  (See the last reblogged Brador post to see pretty much exactly how I see him)

Back in the day when they were colleagues, Brador first took interest of him bc... he used a bow?? Bc he just thought he looked interesting??? Idk tbh but he did okay LOL. Then he started annoying him like the lil shit he is. Eventually tho, they build a genuine relationship where theyd go drink together and talk about work or smth (in very cryptic ways bc its bloodborne and they all talk like that).

But in these convos, I feel like Simon would start bringing up his doubts about all this, about the church, about their jobs. Brador's outlook of it all is... they've already done so much. What happens in the end doesn't concern them. All he has to do is his part (Largely bc I feel his loyalty to Laurence overrides anything else). This builds a really tense relationship down the line bc as much as they may ultimately enjoy each other's company, Brador feels Simon is crossing a line, and Simon knows Brador stands with the Church.

I think Brador gets taken into the Nightmare first before anything escalated back in Yharnam though. One day after a huge unknown beast sOmEHOW appeared in the Cathedral, Brador disappeared as well. If Simon asked about it, he would be told he died in the attack (or smth idk💀). I feel this (and a LOT of other headcanons I have) would be another reason for Simon to turn on the church, and really start to figure out its secrets.

...you can imagine how he feels when they meet again.

Heres this rly well written fic about them!! I don't personally have all those hcs in the fic about Simon n stuff, but I do rly enjoy how op wrote their interactions. (Pretty much exactly how I see em talk to each other lol)

I also have a lot of drawings/comic scenes I want to make about them! I hope I get to soon as well :")

Also IM SRY THIS WAS SUCH A HUGE RAMBLE BUT hh other ships I like are

• VALTR/YAMAMURA💘💘💔

• Valtr/Henryk

• Gascoigne/Henryk

• Lady Maria/Adeline😭💘

• Ludwig/Simon is rly cute :")

• Ludwig/Laurence

• Adella/Arianna

• Alfred/Hunter