#tags just . cannot describe my shock/pleasure to write this

[mintys-musings]

Madara x Female!Reader - Milk

That one anon on @/ sakumasmut (also hi rei love your blog sm) who talked about lactation? Unlocked a new pathway for me. I cannot go back. This one's for you, but also mainly me (who, if you couldn’t guess- is the 💚anon.) I started writing this, got distracted, then May rolled around and now we’re here. I couldn’t help myself.

Summary: … Gonna be honest guys- I just knew what I wanted. The tags are the summary. Tags: INDUCED LACTATION, COCKWARMING/DEEPTHROATING, DUMBIFICATION, PET PLAY, BREEDING, OVERSTIMULATION, nipple pumps, squirting, dom!Madara, sub!reader Word count: 2079

NSFW under cut~

Your jaw was starting to hurt from keeping it open around Madara’s thick cock and your knees were sore from your position on the floor even with a cushion beneath you. Still, Madara had asked you to keep still. He had his signature smile on his face, eyes gleaming with what you could only describe as a feral excitement. The first time he had caused you to lactate, he would not let you go. And thus, his attempts to increase the amount of milk had not stopped. You didn’t mind at all. Sex got better and it made your man happy beyond belief. Hell- He was so excited by the prospect of more milk, he didn’t even bother fully taking off your bra. He simply pulled down the flimsy, tiny cow-print cups that barely covered your nipples and immediately attached little pumps to your buds. All you could do was take deep breaths through your nose as his dick was practically halfway down your throat. 

Having your nipples pumped was an odd sensation at first, but now the little suction sent shocks of pleasure down your spine. Your small jolt caused the little bell around your neck to ring. The drool that was already steadily streaming out your mouth and down your tits only increased as you moaned weakly around Madara. You could feel his cock twitch and throb, the deep want to thrust just hanging in the air. And you’d take it if he did. You were being good for him, but damn did the lack of any stimulation besides your breast only made you hornier and hornier. You needed him. You needed him so badly. You looked up at him with watery eyes as he squeezed the pump connecting the two cups. Please, you begged mentally, Take pity.

He stared back, pupils blown out wide as he took in the sight of your disheveled state. He looked like he fell in love all over again. “You look so beautiful,” he breathed out. Madara gently stroked your hair until it looked like he remembered something.

You gagged as he leaned forward to grab something from the bedside drawer, large breaths of air puffing in and out your nose. Your throat constricting even that small bit caused him to hiss out, mumbling apologies as he leaned back to sitting. Fat tears fell from your eyes but as ordered- you kept still, gripping his thighs to ground yourself. The idol gently brushed away your tears with his thumb before placing something on your head. A headband with horns.

“There we go~” He smiled wide and tugged at your hair lightly to turn your attention to his face. He patted your cheek with a laugh before slowly guiding your head away from his dick.

The length left your lips with a lewd noise before you started coughing and sputtering as you caught your breath. Madara merely held your head and brushed any stray strands of hair out of your face. He let you calm yourself down before he clasped a tag to your ear. Property of Madara Mikejima.

When you finally started to breathe normally, you rested your head on Madara’s lap as he cooed and played with your hair. His dick looked almost painfully hard from your angle.

“Was that too much for my cutie?” He squished your cheeks mockingly in one hand. Not even waiting for a response, he picked you up off your cushion with ease and all but tossed you onto the bed. You barely had time to react before he crawled on top of you and pushed your panties down your legs. One of his hands returned to the pump, your nipples puffing up within the cups quickly as you squeal. The other hand held one of your legs around his waist so he could rut his saliva coated dick against your folds. Each thrust had the bell around your neck ringing.

Madara was just as needy as you were.

“Madara~!” You squirmed in his grasp. Liquid had started dribbling out of your nipples. “Just fuck me already~!”

He shushed you and nipped at your neck. “Ah ah ah~ That’s not how we ask for things.” He tutted in mock disapproval, grabbing you by the cheeks to shake your head. “I can’t be too mad though~ I know manners are too much for your little brain.” He smacked the side of your thigh. He smacked it hard enough to leave a nice red hand print- As if he was branding his cattle.

You whined even more.

“Be good.” He grunted, precum smearing across your skin as he continued to rut himself against you. “Tell Mama what it is you want. Nicely this time. Then maybe he’ll do as you say~”

As he said this, he flicked the cups of the pump playfully. His eyes went wide once he noticed the liquid dotting the insides and he ducked his head down. You clawed at his back as he immediately took the cups off and latched himself onto one of your nipples.

His tongue swirled around one nipple while the other was attended to by his hand. He squeezed and pinched at you greedily, spreading the milk all over your tits and just making a mess.

“Pleaaase~ Please please pleeeaaase,” you babbled, “I need Mama’s cock inside me~ Please fuck me!” Your voice raised in pitch as your lover harshly sucked on your breasts. The more he squeezed, the more milk squirted out. And Madara drank it all up like a man dying of thirst.

He managed to pull himself from your chest to give you a sloppy kiss. “Good~ Good job, baby~ You used your head and remembered to say please.”

You whimpered into the kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved from your breasts to move your legs into place by your head. Without any more hesitation, he pushed his dick into you and you tossed your head back in pleasure.

Madara was quick to bottom out into you with a groan. Not a second later, he started to move. His feral desire was showing. “So tight~ You like having Mama fuck you like this? Can you feel how deep Mama is inside?”

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and wet smacks of skin. In between all of it, the small clinking of the bell around your neck was heard. You could practically feel your brain turning to mush with each thrust. A squeal is ripped out of you again when he smacks you on the thigh once more.

“I know you get distracted easily, baby, but Mama asked you a question~” 

He squeezed your nipple harshly, milk gushing between his fingertips. Another squeak from you. His hips smacked into yours rhythmically. God- He was so big you still felt a stretch every time he pushed in. You felt so full. 

Another squeeze to your other nipple.

“Answer.”

“Yes!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it. “I lo-ove it when you- Fuck! When you fuck me like this~” 

He folded you over so most of your weight was on your upper back, effectively putting you in a mating press. One of his hands rubbed harsh circles into your clit.

“Ah! Ah~! Mama feels so deep~ S-so deep~”

It was a wonder that you were even coherent with the amount of pleasure you felt. Your cunt squeezed Madara’s cock, as if trying to milk it the same way he was milking your tits. Your eyes were glazed over in bliss, drool escaping you as your tongue hung out.

“So pretty~ My pretty slut~” Madara cooed between thrusts. He leaned over to suck at your breasts once more, the angle of which caused his tip to knock against your cervix.

The downright vicious pace at which Madara was ramming his cock into your soaked cunt, the milk flowing out of your puffy nipples, the way he squeezed your tits to make the milk just gush into his mouth, the pressure against your clit- It was all too much. You felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you cried out for Madara.

He could feel your warm release splatter against his pelvis, but that didn’t stop his movements. His hips stuttered ever so slightly though as he moaned at how you tightened up further. Your body writhed under him- mindlessly soaking up the pleasure he gave- and he made sure to hold you tight so you couldn’t move a muscle away.

Your nails dug into his back, mouth opened in a silent cry as Madara kept pounding away at you. His grunts and moans against your nipples only added to the sensations. The way his cock bullied its way into your cunt left you breathless. 

“Gah! M-Madara~ It’s too much!”

“Shhhh~” His attempt at being soothing was in direct contrast with the feral way he licked at your skin. 

“Mama will make you feel so good. Don’t think too much, baby. Just let Mama drink from your pretty tits and be a good cocksleeve for me, yeah?”

Your answer in return was just more moans as his tip prodded against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes rolled upward and you arched your back as best you could- Was he going faster? It felt like it. It felt like he was being more rough with your body as time went on.

“Mama’s going to fill you to the brim~ Isn’t that right? Mama’s going to fuck you nice and full.” 

He hissed the last few words out, punctuating each one with a thrust.

His words made your mind melt. He talked down to you as if you were only good for two things. Milking and breeding. And if you were honest, in this moment you felt as if you were only good for those two things. Not that you were complaining when his rough treatment felt this good.

The only things on your mind were Madara and sex now.

He pulled your hair so you would give him more access to your neck. He trailed love bites down your skin, making sure to suck hickeys where it would be hard to miss lest you deliberately wore clothes to cover them. It wasn’t enough to pump his seed into you over and over again. He needed to mark you in every possible way he could. 

You let out another loud moan. His fingers at your clit quickly rubbed the swollen nerve, the stimulation enough to pull you back down from the hazy pool of pleasure you were drowning in back to reality. Your pussy gushed and tightened up around Madara’s cock once again as you came once again. Your chest heaved to catch your breath.

Utterly brainless in the moment, you just laid in Madara’s grasp, whimpering as you took his cock over and over again.

“One more, baby. Just for me~” His own breaths were getting heavy now. “C’mon… One more.”

His thrusts became sloppier. Any rhythm to it now gone in favour of deep, hard thrusts. You were so overstimulated that it didn’t take long for the familiar tension in your core to tighten up once more.

You only last a few more minutes before one last orgasm rocks you. Once again squirting out, Madara let out one final groan as he latched onto your chest and pressed his cock right up to your cervix.

The feeling of being flooded with warm cum leaves you giggling deliriously. Your body twitched ever so slightly in Madara’s hold. You could hear and feel him suck on your breasts more gently now. His thrusts became more shallow and slow until they came to a stop when the last rope of cum released inside you. 

With a happy sigh, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. Your mind returns to you enough to remember your manners. “Thank you, Madara.”

Madara laughs breathlessly, kissing the top of your head. “You’re welcome, baby~ You did so good. So so good, baby~”

He only pulled out of you briefly to lay you on your side, sliding back in as he acted like the big spoon. You let him do as he pleases, too tired for much protest. His hands moved back to your chest to gently massage them. You honestly think he’s the sweetest with how much aftercare he provi-

“After a little rest, we’ll go again, okay~?”

Ah.

[shotthrice]

ミ♫ // sc. // isn’t this just quaint, @musrattus​.

        so, this is how neku meets—at least, knowingly—another ghost.

        it happens, very laughably, when he’s on the streets of little tokyo, and when the sun is clear in the sky; and, a little horrifyingly, it starts as he’s walking through a crowd, and either he hears the ghost speak or he sees him about to speak. either way, neku still has to deliver an apology to the woman who scuffs his shoes and veer to the side out of passersby's ways, thoughts so incoherent they could manifest as mere scribbles in his head.

        in the span of a few seconds, neku debates what to say. if the world wills it—which, no, it probably won’t—he could ask anything again, maybe get a cryptic answer, maybe get an actual one, but if it doesn’t, then… well, then what?

        another second passes, and neku comes up with an answer. in fact, it’s a very simple one: it’s no. no, he’s not going to deal with this so easily.

        so, very laughably, neku takes a turn away from his initial destination ( probably a bad idea, ) darts into one of the alleys ( definitely a bad idea, ) and half-mutters, half-thinks ( how funny will that be if, this time, it’s the other person who can hear his thoughts and not the other way around? ) to joshua kiryu to, very kindly, fuck off.

[sea-owl]

So my crack ship has always been Michael x Penelope x Colin.and I keep imagining scenarios like

Colin meets Michael when they were both on tour in India and pretty much click on the first day. Now one way or another they both find themselves in a bed and just become lovers. Then 6 months is up and Colin is part sad part excited to be home. Sad because he. leaves Michael and happy because he finally gets to see his Pen againwho has not responded to a single letter (quite rude!).

Fast forward Pen ignores him and he comes crying to Michael because WHY WONT PEN NOTICE HIM???! And Michael's laughing and intrigued by this fiery headed lady who he knows because Colin talks about her all the time (he doesn't mind, its quite cute honestly and he is even more intrigued since Fran has hinted at matchmaking both of them before).

Anyway he decides to surprise Colin and visit him in London and attend the next ball where he finally gets to meet Pen. Long story short, she is everything Colin had described and more and quickly comes to call on her the follpwing weeks. Honestly, Colin doesnt know if he's jealous of Pen or Michael at this point.

Meanwhile Pen is getting conflicted cause both men are worming their way into her heart and she actually cannot choose just one of them for a partner because she's inlove with both.

Then Michael proposes a 3some which Colin is all to eager to accept (Why wouldnt he??? He gets to have Pen AND Michael its a win win!)

One extra thing that really sealed the deal for me is the carriage scene AND the mirror scene with all three of them (PLEASE SOMEBODY WRITE A FIC OF THIS I AM BEGGING)

I dont know how this ends tho maybe Colin ends up marrying Pen publicly while in private the three of them exchange vows and live in the country side (The staff dont say anything cuz theyre paid well amd honestly not the first time they've encountered such a situation. Plus their masters and mistresses are incredibly kind and fun so it really is no problem for them)

Hey I've actually read fanfiction with these three. (Though when they are paired up John needs to stay alive or at least presumed to be alive, because I will not have a lonely Francesca.) They're a fun trio to work with, especially when Michael and Colin tag team on winding Penelope up. Poor girl can't see straight from all the pleasure these two give her.

Though the real fun is when Penelope decides to tease and whispers dirty things in both their ears (you know the woman is a master at dirty talk) which begins a game of chase all over and around their country manor.

Anyway I still say Michael's crush on Pen started before he met her because Colin always talked about her. It just intensifies when he finally meets her. Michael's mind goes, a pretty man AND a witty woman? Sign him the fuck up, it's the best of both worlds.

Michael convinces Colin to become a throuple with Penelope and then on the way for them to go discuss it with her they notice her getting into a hired hack. So of course they have to follow her. Well she unknowingly leads them to a church and in that church they discover she's Lady Whistledown.

They're in the carriage, she's sassing them off, and they go fuck it.

Colin dives in from the front kissing her senseless while his hands push her skirts up and caress her things. Michael has practically pulled Penelope onto his lap and is reaching up from behind her to play with her breasts while leaving a mark on the back of her neck. Michael gets his turn to kiss Penelope when Colin goes under her skits to feast on her sex. This causes Penelope gasp and grind her bottom down on Michael's erection. Michael curses at the sudden shock of pleasure while Colin smirks at getting both his lovers to moan.

Penelope unsure what to do with herself while being attached on either end reaches up with one hand in Michael's hair while the other one reaches down into Colin's. Uknowingly she is pulling both boys to her which encourages them to use their tongues more energetically. In response grinds her hips down on Michael again and her thighs pulling Colin's eager tongue deeper inside of her.

After all three are sweating, panting messes, Michael pulls Colin in for their own kiss wanting to taste both his lovers at once. Penelope is still laying in-between them and watching fascinated.

They end up agreeing to the throuple but Colin and Penelope were to publicly marry because the Bridgerton name held more weight which more meant more protection should someone discover Lady Whistledown.

[talkfastcal]

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

Thank you for tagging me! @i-like-5sos

1. Long Way Home - 5SOS: Oh! I haven’t heard this song in awhile. This is one of my favorites from self titled (although I will always prefer the acoustic version) I still remember when they changed the lyrics to “white snake on the radio” during my ROWYSO show. My favorite lyric is “so we’re taking the long way home cause I don’t wanna be wasting my time alone”

2. Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga: I remember the first time I heard this being 11 years old and shocked LMAO if I’m being real honest I love the beat (AND THE BASS) of this song. ALSO the chorus “I WONT CRY FOR YOU” is so GOOD

3. Not Warriors - Waterparks: y’all are in for a TREAT THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE WATERPARKS SONGS. I cannot just listen to this song just once. It’s always at least 3 times and it’s ALWAYS blasting (and yes I did replay it 3 times and blast it through my headphones while typing this) When the beat drops and “THERES NOTHING IN MY SYSTEM SO IM FEELING WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU” so POWERFUL!!!! My favorite lyric is “but hey for what it’s worth I think you saved my life”

4. Best Song Ever - One Direction: I still refuse to believe this song is about sex LMAO this is such a fun song to dance to though I love it. My favorite part is Niall’s solo “I said can I take you home with me, she said never in your wildest dreams”

5. Strong - One Direction: OH! FUCK! MY FAVORITE ONE DIRECTION SONG DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH THE CHORUS “IM SORRY IF I SAY I NEED YOU” I CANT I CANT. If you have not heard them acapella sing this do me a favor and go listen ITS SO GOOD ALSO! Zayn’s high note. My favorite lyric is ofc Louis’ solo “think of how much love that’s been wasted people always trying to escape it move on to stop their heart breaking but there’s nothing I’m running from, you make me strong”

6. Kids In The Dark - All Time Low: YES I LOVE THIS SONG I LOVE THIS ALBUM I LOVE THE MEANING OF THE SONG I’m not joking when I say that I found this song and this band during the hardest time in my life and this song just really hit me hard. My favorite lyric is “beautiful scars on critical veins” AND the firework pop towards the end!!!!

7. Olivia - One Direction: I will admit this song has grown on me big time post hiatus (also the fact that now I’m not hiding my sexuality from myself I can freely listen to this song without feeling ashamed) I! Love! This! Song! It’s such a cute love song!! My favorite lyric is “the summertime butterflies all belong to your creation”

8. I Love You 5 - Never Shout Never: another band I was obsessed with back in 2015 I haven’t listened to this song in awhile!! I remember loving this song though and using it everywhere. I also like in the beginning he says “I love you one a two a three shoobe-doo I love you four that’s more than I can afford”

9. Only Angel - Harry Styles: idk not much to say about this Harry song it’s not in my top 5 but it’s a good song! I like listening to it but it’s just not my favorite. My favorite lyric is “open up your eyes shut your mouth and see that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me”

10. Viva La Vida - Coldplay: no one: - me: AHHHHHHHHH literally this song will never be the same ever since 1d performed it on xfactor. Idk what to say about this song other than the fact that I like it??? I also like 1D’s cover of it??? Yea cool. My favorite lyric is “Never an honest word but that was when I ruled the world”

11. Glitter & Crimson - All Time Low: this song has definitely grown on me since the release of wake up sunshine. ALSO THE BRIDGE! My favorite lyric is “lets start lets start a riot hard to sit still when your head’s on fire”

12. (Love Will) Turn Back The Hands Of Time - Grease 2: don’t clown me y’all but this movie and soundtrack are a guilty pleasure. I love the original grease BUT grease 2!! It’s such a stupid movie but the soundtrack is fantastic. Anyways this song is another guilty pleasure LMAO I love the whole song so I’m not picking a “favorite lyric”

13. Savior - Rise Against: OH!!!! OH!!! THIS SONG RIGHT HERE!!!! fun fact: the first time I actually heard this song was when I watched a video of someone on YouTube burning her littlest pet shops because a trade went wrong and she got scammed so she took her anger out on that. I literally forgot about this song until one day I heard it in my junior year literature class and had major deja vu. Okay anyways I love this song LMAO my favorite part is the chorus “that’s when she said I don’t hate you boy I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save. That’s when I told her I love you girl but I’m not the answer for the questions that you still have WOAH OH OH WOAH OH OHHH”

14. National Anthem - DE’WAYNE: okay THIS SONG it’s so good and it describes what it’s like growing up in America as a POC. I don’t wanna say too much about it since I’m not a POC so I know I will never fully understand the song because of my privilege but I appreciate the fuck out of this. I love the entire song I don’t have a favorite lyric

15. Your Love - Nicki Minaj: I miss this Nicki Minaj. UM not much to say about this song either??? It’s a good song and I like it?! My favorite part is the chorus OH and the outro I love it

16. Just Dance - Lady Gaga: another pop classic from my childhood alright I MEAN ITS JUST DANCE?! HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS SONG??? ALSO THIS LADY GAGA?! Don’t get me wrong I love the lady Gaga we have now BUT THIS ONE WILL ALWAYS BE ASSOCIATED WITH MY CHILDHOOD AND PRETEEN YEARS. I remember feeling like a badass singing this song when I was 10 years old LMAO I don’t have a favorite lyric I love the whole thing it’s a bop

17. Dear Patience - Niall Horan: Oh!! One of my favorites from Heartbreak Weather. His voice in this song is just so beautiful ugh yes. I absolutely love the chorus of this. My favorite lyric is “feels like you don’t even know me just me and the stars can get lonely”

18. San Francisco - 5sos: OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG ITS IN MY TOP 3 FROM SOUNDS GOOD FEELS GOOD. I hardly see anyone appreciate this song so I’m here to tell y’all: ITS A GOOD SONG?!?! have y’all listened to the live version AS WELL!!!! masterpiece. This song makes me happy especially the guitar at the beginning. My favorite lyric is “reminds me of when we were free I swear that it’s still haunting me” BUT! I do love that pre-chorus

19. They All Float - Waterparks: NICE a song from their first EP okay but I love this song it’s much heavier compared to what they sing now and that’s what I like about it. My favorite part is THE BRIDGE!!! “this is the part where you cut your losses this is the part where you get a job this is the part where you settle for less just like you never wanted to”

20. We made it finally Adrenaline - Simple Creatures: OH MY GOD THIS SONG LISTEN this is the first song I listened to from this band (which btw if y’all didn’t know is made up of Alex Gaskarth from ATL and Mark Hoppus from Blink-182) I mean while it’s more pop (which is what their intention is) ITS STILL A GOOD BAND!!! ESPECIALLY THIS SONG!! ITS SO GOOD DAMN I love the music video omfg. I’m just a sucker for dance choreography since I grew up surrounded by dance (I did competitive dance for a couple of years and my sister was a competitive dancer until she graduated) okay enough about me this song is so damn good I can’t stop saying that alright! My favorite lyric “I think we’re failin to connect you don’t what you do to me do to me do to me” and I LOVE THE CHORUS

This was fun!!! And it took me forever LMAO I’m not tagging 10 people but I’ll tag some

@louhazzabeingloudandloud @28-oops-hi @devilatmydoor @glitter-cal and anyone else who wants to do this!! 💜

[dear-selena]

All I See (Peter Parker x Soulmate! Reader): Chapter 3

Peter x Reader Soulmate!AU

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue

Summary: You live in a world where women start to gain color when they meet their soulmate, but they cannot see all the colors at once until they’ve united with them. Peter Parker is your soulmate, but he has no idea. You want to tell him about the colors you see, but are afraid to. Sometimes, girls can be malicious with the soulmate troupe, and you don’t want Peter to think you’re doing the same. So you keep quiet, and experience one color at a time.

It isn’t until Liz Allan comes in the picture that all you see is green, and you hate it.

Warnings: Subtle mentions of blood and TONS OF ANGST

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m really happy to see the positive feedback so far. I really want to thank everyone for reading this lil ol’ fanfic of mine. I’ve really been enjoying writing again, so I’m hoping to keep this up before I go back to school. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future updates!

Chapter Three: Past Colors

Words: 2116

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“Ah, shit!”

Peter hissed, biting his tongue in order not to yell and alert your parents of his presence. He had just come to your home, in the middle of the night, with a large open scrape across his right bicep. He had a pretty rough fight with some people trying to break into an apartment complex, and although he managed to stop them, he still came out of the fight with cuts and bruises. When he found himself in really bad shape, he’d web sling right to you for help.

The two of you currently sat on your bed, the top of his Spider-Man suit off to give you easier access to his injuries. You wipe the outside of his wound with soap and warm water, purple colors making his cut look darker than it probably was. Before you could wrap his arm in gauze and stop any further bleeding, you wanted clean his wound.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry…” you mumble quietly as you try to continue cleaning the scrape. You wanted to stop after he hissed, as you hated the idea of hurting him. But you knew you needed to help patch up your soulmate. Despite your purple vision and your anxious heartbeat, you wanted to make sure Peter was okay.

After a couple minutes, his wound looked to be in a good place for you to cover it. Taking the gauze you always kept around for him, you securely wrap his bicep until you could not see any form of injury. You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t realize you were holding as your vision turns turquoise. You successfully helped patch up your soulmate once again.

You helped make sure your soulmate was safe once again.

Peter slowly moved his right arm, testing to see if it was still functional. After a moment, you suddenly felt strong arms wrap around you. Peter was embracing you with one of his hands in your hair, one on your back, and his head tucked into your neck.

Your vision immediately turns pink at his actions. You feel yourself blush as you quickly returned the hug, wrapping your arms around his back and leaning into his bare chest. You’ve hugged Peter plenty of times before, but the thought of him holding you in such an exposed state made you internally melt.

“God (Y/N), what would I do without you?” Peter asks into your neck.

“Probably bleed to death in your home.”

Peter chuckled as he lifted himself off you, his hands moving to hold yours as he smiles at you. “Seriously though, you’re a miracle worker. I’m so glad I can actually rely on you for help,” Peter practically gushes.

The tone Peter had made you frown in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Peter blinked, realizing that you caught on to what he was saying. “O-oh, it’s nothing too crazy… it’s something really stupid that happened before I met you.”

You had an idea of what he was talking about, and if you’re being honest, you wanted to hear him talk about it. “You can talk about it with me, it’s okay Pete.”

Peter looks at you and slightly smiles, squeezing your hands a little tighter and rubbing his thumbs on your knuckles. “So, this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but last year I started seeing a girl who claimed I was her soulmate.”

You knew where he was going with this story, but you couldn’t help the green that embraced your vision.

“Her name was Gwen, and I thought she was really sweet,” Peter continued. “She used to tell me how she could only see pink around me and blue when I was gone. I honestly believed her, and I dated her for about four months. I honestly really liked her, and I was so happy to have met my soulmate. But I didn't realize until later on that she was dating 4 other guys at school. She was basically using us for different things. I assume she was using me to pass her classes. She was failing calculus when we started dating,” Peter puts his right hand in his face and sighs angrily. “I was just- I was just so caught up in the idea of finding my soulmate that I didn’t see any of the red flags. I was trying to find ways to spend more time with her and tell her I’m Spider-Man. But every time, she would blow me off for God knows what. It really hurt when I caught her cheating on me, and it broke me when she said she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

Peter’s story left you in utter shock. You knew this happened, but you didn’t know to what depths. What this girl did to your soulmate was just so awful, and you can feel your blood boiling inside of you. Your vision slowly started to turn red, a color that relates to anger and frustration. You’ve only seen this color when Peter did something to really bothered you, but this time you knew you saw red because of what Gwen did to him. How could someone lie to so many guys about the soulmate troupe? How could someone like Peter?

How could someone use your soulmate?

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before taking Peter’s hand again and bringing them closer to you in an attempt to comfort him. Peter looks up at you, eyes glistening with tears he was clearly fighting off. “Peter I’m so sorry she did that. Words cannot describe how angry it makes me to know people like her do this to others. The soulmate connection should be a special thing that comes naturally. She probably still sees in black and white for all we know.” You take another deep breath as the red calms back down to a pink. “I can assure you that no matter what, I’ll always be here for you, and I will never lie to you. I care about you too much.”

It’s true, you truly cared for Peter. Yes, these feelings came with the pleasure of being his soulmate, but despite that, he was a genuinely good guy. He cared about people and risked his life everyday for them. He took time out of his crazy schedule to see you, Ned, and MJ now that his responsibilities as a superhero are starting to play out better. He cares about his grades, future, and most importantly, his friends.

He was simply amazing, soulmate or not.

“Thanks (Y/N), that means so much,” Peter smiles at you. You pull him in for another hug and Peter tucks his head back into the crook of your neck. Absentmindedly, you start tracing random shapes on his back, fully engulfed in his embrace. Your vision dances in pink and yellow, as you feel multiple emotions inside of you. Eventually, your vision settles into a calm and beautiful pink that made your heart feel warm. Moments like this don’t happen often between the two of you. But when they do, you wished they lasted forever.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Peter mumbles into your neck. He pulls himself off of you to look at you better, much to your dismay. “Why haven’t you told your soulmate about you?”

You quickly look away from him. “Uh, uh- what?”

“You know how you mentioned you know your soulmate? Why haven’t you told them yet?”

You can feel a blush quickly cover your face, and you wish you could just explode on the spot. You never talk about your soulmate, much less to your soulmate himself. But this might be the segway to the conversation you ultimately need to have with him.

“Oh… uh… well…” You try to find the right words to say. “I don’t think my soulmate sees me in a romantic way. I want him to, you know, have feelings for me naturally. I don’t want him to think I’m burdening him or lying or anything like that.”

You glance at Peter to see him looking at you in disbelief. “(Y/N), c’mon. Don’t think like that. Your soulmate is going to love you!” He chuckles to himself. “Not gonna lie, when you told us at lunch that you can see colors a few weeks ago, I was pretty jealous.”

“Well that makes two of us,” you thought to yourself, remembering that his old crush moved back and you now mostly see green.

“I used to be so excited to meet my other half, and I hate the fact that there’s no way I’ll know who she is until she says something. I guess that’s why I believed Gwen at the time…” He looked down and shook his head, practically scolding himself. “But Aunt May and I always talk about how soulmates are ultimately destined to work out, so you should just be honest to whoever it is!”

Your heart starts accelerating at his words of encouragement, but before you can say anything to him, he continues.

“Just take me and Liz for example. Sure, she hasn’t mentioned any soulmate stuff to me yet, but I think Liz moving back must be some sort of sign. I never thought I’d see her again, but the soulmate thing has to be why the universe brought her back.”

Your eyes went wide as you felt your heart completely drop to your stomach. Was he really falling for Liz again? The pink instantly changed to green and you felt your fists clench and teeth grit. Constantly hearing about Liz made you want to burst, but you knew that would get you know. It just frustrates you to no end that after all the times you’ve spent together, Peter was falling for another girl.

You suddenly realize that you should have told Peter about your colors a long time ago. You should have told him that he was your soulmate the moment you felt comfortable around him. You’ve avoided it for so long out of fear, but he was right. It’s time to be honest to Peter. The more you wait to tell him the more he thought he belonged to someone else.

You’re tired of holding this information in. You’re ready to tell Peter.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, ready to reveal yourself to your soulmate once and for all. Ready to explain why you held back and silently pray to God that he would understand. You open your eyes to see Peter staring at you curiously.

You were ready to see all the colors at once. You were ready to tell him the truth he’s so long deserved to know.

“Peter, I-“

Peter’s phone suddenly rings, blasting his ring tone throughout your room. Both you and Peter jump apart at the sudden noise. Peter quickly rummages around until he frantically picks up his phone off your night stand.

“Hello?... Aunt May what are you still doing up?... I’m sorry there was this really bad fight and (Y/N) was helping me-... I’m sorry… yes… yes I’ll come home now. I’m sorry,” Peter quickly hangs up the phone and slides the upper part of his suit back on his body.

“I’m really sorry (Y/N), Aunt May noticed I was gone and she’s really worried right now,” Peter got up and found his mask, slipping it back on his head. “Thank you again for your help, I’ll see you Monday?”

You nod your head, mentally cursing Aunt May for the interruption. “Yes, get home safe.”

After a quick hug and him telling you to get some sleep, Peter was out your window, web-slinging through the streets of Queens once again. You clean up the mess you made while performing first-aid on Peter, and tuck yourself into bed.

Right when Peter left, your vision instantly turned red again. You were frustrated, as you just lost your perfect opportunity to reveal yourself to your soulmate. Finding another perfect time to tell him will practically be impossible now. Peter just opened up to you in a way he’s never done so before, and telling him that you’re his soulmate now might make him suspicious. You hate that this isn’t easy for you. You hated that you hadn’t told him earlier. But most of all, you hated that he didn’t see you the way you saw him.

As you tried to fall asleep that night, there were two things you knew you needed to do. One, you’d need to calm yourself down by Monday to put your thoughts cleanly together, and two…

You needed to find a way to tell Peter that he was your soulmate.

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[wolfpawn]

When Ghosts Come For Us

Chapter 28

NOTE This is based on the movie Crimson Peak, so if any of the subject matter in that was uncomfortable for you, you will find this similar. I will *NOT* be describing incest in this, it will only be implied, same as the movie.

As I have stated already, my laptop is broken at present so please excuse grammar mistakes and the lack of GIFs and pics.

WARNING None. Also, I do not own any image or gif used in this story.

HERE is the link to Chapter 1 on Ao3

Rating - Mature

Charlotte's attention went from one sibling to the other. Thomas's features did nothing to assist her in assessing the situation. Blake, though he was loyal to his master, stayed on front of his mistress defensively. Charlotte kept her head high and focused on her husband. 'Thomas.’

'You have been forcing Lucille to be as she has?’

'Yes.’ She did not even wait more than a moment to answer. 'I have.’

'Why?’

'It does not matter why.’ Lucille hissed indignantly.

'I told you of Cordelia, how she was murdered.’ Thomas nodded. ‘And of what my father did to us?’ Again, Thomas nodded  'My father got her with child, my mother beat her so badly that she lost the baby and they shoved her into an asylum, Normansfield.’ Thomas gave a slight look to his sister. 'I told you she was killed there. Take a guess who was the murderess.’

'You did all this, to get Lucille? You…?’

'I swore to get her out, I failed. I met a good man and planned to have him buy the mines from your family for almost nothing, but he died and I realised that there was another way to do it.’

'You used me?’ Thomas's features showed his hurt.

'Just as you used me for my money, so please do not act so hurt, you used me too.’ She explained.

'You never….’ Thomas felt his gut clench.

'I used your desperation as you used mine.’

‘You never loved me.’

'If after everything, that is your perception of my feelings for you, then you have not been paying much attention.’

'Thomas.’ Lucille ordered, handing the letter opener to him.

Thomas, for his part, stared at it blankly for a moment before looking at Charlotte horrified. 'Lucille…?’

'Look what she did to me, what she did to us, she tried to take you from me. She has that thing trying to ruin us…’ Lucille hissed, glaring at Charlotte's stomach.

Thomas looked at his pregnant wife then to her stomach, knowing that to harm her would kill his child also. He swallowed.

'Thomas.’ He looked back to Charlotte's face. ‘It is okay.’

‘...What…?’

'I tried to free you from her, that became part of this, trying to redeem you, to get you away from her influence. You are so good, you have kindness and love in you, I know that, I have witnessed and bore to that.’ She looked at her stomach and gave a small smile. 'I bear it in me.’ She looked at him again. 'But I know the influence she has over you also. And how you would do most anything to please her. You've done everything to please her, even I was chosen to please her. I know everything, I understand.’

'You could not possibly…’

'I know what you did together, that angered your mother so. I know what the humming meant when I first came here, the child she bore because of it.’ His eyes widened. 'I know everything.’

'Even….’

'Margaret, Pamela, Enola, Edith...I know, I always knew.’ His hand shook at her revelation. 'I know and I understand.’

'How…?’

'I am the one that moved everything before everyone came, all of what was in the cellar, I tidied it away so that no one could find anything incriminating on you.’

'Lucille…’

'Nothing I did was for her, it was for you, Thomas. Everything I did was for you. I could not and would not let you suffer.’

'Why?’

'Because I love you. I gave up everything for you.’ she shrugged.

'No….you used me.’ He walked forward, the letter opener in hand.

‘You used me also, yet I do not question your declarations of love now.’ She countered. She threw aside the weapon she had.

'Where did you get that?’

'I used to have it under my pillow until I realised you were an honest man. It has been in the dresser since.’ She looked him in the eye. 'I cannot hurt you.’ She turned and walked over to the dresser again and retrieved some letters and turned and held them out for him. 'I contacted Mr Longley myself with my condition, he sent this, these are what you brought from the post office for me.’

Thomas opened it and read the writing before looking back at Charlotte. ‘You…’

'I signed it so that you are in charge of the money.’ She stated. ‘I never really wanted it. Everything I wanted, I had. I just wanted you and our baby, together.’ She looked at him with acceptance in her features. She took his hand with the weapon in it and put it pressing it to her skin where her heart was in her chest before taking the other one and pressing her lips to the back of his hand. 'It is yours now. Achieve your goals, Thomas, you have done so well so far. I am so proud of you.’ She smiled lovingly.

'Do you really love me?’

'We both started this with ulterior motives, in that time, we found ourselves falling for the other, much to the hatred of those of our blood. You need to decide now, do you believe those words and actions we called love in our time together to be lies or truths.’ She looked down once more. 'I firmly believe that it was an act of love that created our child and after everything I knew of the acts that create children, I am glad I knew the love and kindness one can have for another doing such things before leaving this world. I got that grace when my sister did not.’

Thomas looked at Charlotte sadly. He took her hand in his and gently squeezed it. ‘I...cannot…’ He turned and looked at Lucille. 'I…’

'You are so weak.’ She scoffed taking her weight off the door frame and walking forward, her hand extended to take the letter opener. ‘I have spent my life doing all of this for you because you are weak and cannot do it.’

'Being heartless is not strength, love does not make you weak.’ Charlotte declared. When Lucille came forward, Blake's snarls increased and he stepped forward. 'Blake…’ She tried to call the dog away. 'Thomas...please, not him too.’ She pleaded.

Thomas went to get the dog but he avoided him and looked at Thomas in almost an accusatory manner before looking back at Lucille, staying between her and Charlotte.

'Stupid fleabag.’ Lucille hissed. As she stepped forward, Blake stayed between his mistress and her would-be be attacker.

‘Not as meek as Enola's little pet.’ Charlotte smiled proudly. 'He will not be so easily gotten rid of.’

‘You are about it die.’ Lucille snapped.

'That is evident.’

'Beg for your life, for that thing’s life.’ She pointed to Charlotte's stomach.

'I stopped begging for my life when I was six years old. I will never beg. I learnt back then that pleas do not stop someone whose only motive is to hear them for their own pleasure, it only encourages them more.’ She stood, head high and a smile on her face. 'If you are going to kill me, then do so. I will not die on my knees, I swore it the day I chose to smile to spite my parents and their actions that I would stand if I were to die of brutality.’

Lucille scowled at her. 'Beg.’

‘Just get on with it.’

'What did you mean?’ Both women looked at Thomas. 'You said we loved one another even when those of our blood hated it. Not my blood, but ours.’

'Before my father molested Cordelia and I, he did so to a girl of sixteen years, Elizabeth Thompson, and in doing so, making her the mother of Dr Edward Thompson, my half brother, my father's bastard.’ She explained.

'He...I thought…’ Thomas stared at her shocked. 'Dr Thompson is your brother?’

'Yes, he is. And the day he realised I loved you, you walked in on him stating that he was fearful that you would harm me, he saw then that I could never defend myself against you. Then when he realised we created our child...that was the day I sat morosely reading his letters, he has cast me aside.’

'He wrote...why has he abandoned you?’

'In laying with you, in carrying your child, I chose you, in the most primal of ways. I made myself yours in every manner, he disowned me as a sister. I hate proving him right. He warned me of this,that this, that loving you would get me killed.’

‘That is why you were pleased to see him in town?’

'Seeing him with Joanne, seeing him not letting the dishonourable manner of coming to be impede his happiness, I cannot express my joy, I hope him to have a long happy life with her.’ She smiled genuinely at the idea of such.

'I thought...I suspected something odd but I…’

'Did you suspect something untoward?’

'I thought him to be interested in you or something similar, you seemed so happy to see him, I never suspected…’

‘I was happy to see him, yes. He is all there is in the world now to prove our family existed and he has a different name.’ Charlotte stated. She looked at her stomach again and sighed sadly. 'I am sorry, Little One. I was meant to protect you and instead, I created you only for you to die before you even got to live. I love you so much.’ She rested her hand on her swollen midriff and looked at Thomas. 'Please, don't put me in a clay vat like the others, or if you do, take the baby and put it somewhere more fitting.’ He could not meet her gaze. She then looked Lucille. 'Do your worst.’

Lucille stumbled forward, Blake refusing to step down from defending her before kicking him and causing him to yelp before he turned and sank his teeth into her wrist on the hand holding the knife. She swapped hands so that she could use her other one and went to strike. Charlotte rushed forward to protect her dog as Lucille's hand came down. There was a pained yelp from Blake before Thomas rushed forward into the madness and put and end to it.

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[kittenfemme27]

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires

I don’t know about you, reader, but it’s been actual years since I was able to properly sit down and finish a book. My last one was Lovecraft Country in 2018, and many, many years before that. Reading used to be a big passion of mine, I loved to get lost in the worlds. I loved the movie that played out in my head as I read, as if it was projecting itself into my mind more-so than i was actually reading the words themselves. For a kid who didn’t always grow up with the internet or video games available, Books from my local library were a great escape.

So, having found myself getting more and more into horror around 2019 in all forms of media I consumed, I was more than happy to bookmark a tweet from a horror artist I follow on Twitter who had a list of all the horror books he’d read that year. This would be my chance to get back into reading, finally!

Cue.. 2 years later, and I’ve finally started on that list. The top of that list, “The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires“, was something I found immediately intriguing from the title and cover alone. I’m now regretting that decision so much that I’m not sure I’ll bother with the rest of the list.

(CW: R*pe, Gore, Racism)

“The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires” is an awful book. The only compliment I feel I could accurately give it is that it’s not written incompetently enough, from a purely technical standpoint, as to be unreadable.

The story stars Patricia Campbell, a housewife in the 1980′s-1990′s that is more apology than character, and her rag-tag group of similarly middle-aged, middle-income southern white wine sipping housewives who do, and I cannot stress this enough, almost nothing but test each other’s and the readers patience for nigh on 310 out of 357 pages. They bicker, they fight, they treat Patricia as crazy when she repeatedly shows them evidence that children around them are dying, and most of all they refuse to do absolutely anything, leaning more into pure disbelief until the problem has literally violated one of them. The book club women don’t lead interesting lives, either. They’ve got husbands who are not in love with them, children who hate them, and friendships with each other that can be broken by what feels tantamount to bringing the wrong wine to a meeting. Throughout the story, Patricia is accosted by the resident Vampire-like creature, more akin to a human mosquito than any sort of real “Vampire”, that moves in after his aunt dies. A man named James Harris. He smoothly worms his way into everyone’s lives in the charismatic way a vampire does and convinces everyone that Patricia is more or less insane for ever suspecting him of being a vampire after she watches him feed on a child. This leads to her attempting suicide after being pushed into a corner by her doctor husband who seems to have been ripped straight from the 1950′s and thinks women should be Seen and not Heard. She gives up and more or less goes comatose as a character for roughly 3 years until finally she snaps to her senses after seeing a ghost of her dead mother in law who knew the Vampire when she was a small child, who leads her to one of the bodies he’s got stored in his attic, and convinces everyone else in her book club, who has routine abandoned her at this point, to help her kill James. They do, chopping his body to bits while it taunts them and then throwing the bits into a fire. Patricia divorces her husband at the end and somehow that makes her children lover her, happy-ever-after ending.

That’s the rough synopsis, but it doesn’t really do the grossness of this book any justice. That first child James kills, is a black 9 year old named Destiny who later kills herself as it’s revealed that the Vampire-like creature’s bites feel so good and so sexually pleasurable, that if you are deprived of them after becoming addicted you’re likely to just commit suicide. This is AFTER she’s taken away from her mother by child services because they assume the bite marks are syringe injection marks and that her mother must be a druggie. She’s not the first black child to die this way either. In-fact, by the time Patricia becomes wise to James’ ways, she’s the third. They’re all from a poor black neighborhood that is literally described as shady, dangerous, and being full of “Super Predators” called Six-Mile, which is the de-facto feeding ground of the Vampire for a good 75% of the book, as well as the home of the literally only surviving named black character, Ursula Greene, who herself is nothing more than a “wise old negro” trope along with being a maid to these rich white people who think of her as trash. This is probably the biggest overarching problem in the book. It tries, in the authors words, to explore the relationships between the white, rich women who brag about how their cul-de-sac is so safe and pure that nobody even locks their door, and the poor black characters from Six-Mile. The book thinks its clever, because Mrs. Green constantly points out that the white characters let the black children die callously so that their white children would live, to which they can only reply about how guilty that makes them feel and how they’re sorry. I’m not sure what the author hoped to accomplish by pointing out the institutional racism of the 90′s, but whatever he hoped to accomplish, it fail flat on its face in the most racist way it could.

I wish that was where gross things ended for this book, but its not. At one point, the Vampire-like creature rapes one of the book club members and she is more or less outright stated to be pregnant with a monster from that rape and it is also revealed that the rape gave her an “Auto-Immune Disease” that the characters husband immediately likens to AIDS and that is very quickly killing her. This information causes her to choose to have her body cremated so nothing can spring forth from her corpse when she dies. The implications this has are frankly appalling. The books decision on whether or not a woman who gets pregnant from rape is worthy of life is to resolutely and proudly say no and treat that as if its a feminist answer. That if you’re raped, it’s akin to something like AIDS and life simply isn’t worth living. it’s one of the grossest things I’ve read in a long time.

It’s not even the only shock value the book uses to make it’s events feel real and scary, others include Patricia’s son “Blue” being obsessed with Nazi’s, for genuinely seemingly no reason. He just brings them up to make you, and everyone in the story, uncomfortable. There are constant overwrought descriptions of gore or simply gross scenarios, such as an indepth description of Patricia’s ear-lobe being ripped off, or rats gnawing the flesh off on a old woman, or a cockroach crawling inside someones ear. There is also the repeated child murder or child suicide, which doesn’t really serve a purpose other than to shock the middle-aged mothers this book was meant for, with multiple sentences in which Patricia thinks about how much it would hurt if that were her children, inviting the reader to do the same with their own.

And we couldn’t forget that this book is just unrepentant in its horniness. It’s outright stated that being fed on is the most sexually pleasurable thing one can feel, which makes it all the more awkward when you consider that the Vampire’s first set of victims are children, later Patricia’s teenage daughter who she walks in on in the middle of being fed and who she has to stop from literally masturbating in that moment while attempting to punch the Vampire off of that same teenage daughter. But, of course, it doesn’t end there. It’s a book about almost entirely women written by a Cis Male Author, which means there are constant depiction of female bodies in the nude or in violence. It’s no “She boobed boobily”, thankfully, but it’s not much better than that. Describing pubic hair, breast shape, and even making it so that the Vampire-like creature drinks from a penis-esque proboscis that extends from it’s throat and right into the upper thigh of it’s victim, which is mentioned twice to be right next to the vagina. It even goes so far as to try and sexualize its own rape, aswell as having Patricia tell the rape victim how good it feels with this section between the two. Something I’m including here in its entirety because no amount of words I can write describes how gross this passage is, in context.

   “Grace already... told me,” Slick said, opening her eyes, pulling her mask away from her face to speak. “I made her... give me all the details.”

   “Me too,” Patricia said. “I was out from what he did to me.”

   “How did... it feel?” Slick asked.

   Patricia would never have said this to anyone but Slick. She leaned forward.

   “It felt so good,” she breathed, the immediately remembered what he’d done to Slick and felt selfish and insensitive.

   “Most sin does,” Slick said.

I think the thing that angers me the most about this book is that it’s tricked a lot of people who read it into thinking its a fun, feminist read. All of the main characters are overworked mothers who struggle with being that overworked, and then come out on top anyway because of their motherly intuition and love for their kids. It’s the kind of book that a single struggling mother would read and think “Yeah, I’d do that, that’d be me! I’d save the day!” and it makes them feel good about themselves, and about being a mother, and about how hard it is to make the kids lunches and clean the husbands dirty underwear and make sure the house is clean and dinner is on the table by 6 PM all while looking hashtag fabulous and like a girlboss. A quick trawl through any review site will show roughly the exact type of single mothers this book is written for giving it 5 stars and calling it hilarious and empowering. And y’know, I don’t have a problem inherently with prose written for that demographic. But this book gets away with a ton of racism, sexism, and outright disgusting content by hiding itself under that veneer and I think that’s just awful. It should be held to scrutiny for what it is, for how bad it is, and it clearly never was.

Don’t read this book. It sucks. It sucks so fucking much. I want my night I spent reading it back.

[skullfuct]

Ask game, pt 2!

This time I was tagged by @bouquet-of-dead-flowers​ !

Thank you for tagging me!! I like these sorts of things a lot.

1) Always post the rules 2) Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones 3) Tag 11 people and link them to the post I don’t even know if I know 11 people, shit I’m gonna cheat and... Not tag anyone

1) Favorite color? Black!! Also pink and bright green. Probably not at the same time. Usually.

2) How do you think birds communicate? Via smoke signals, I hope. I don’t know, I’m not birds. Maybe via a complicated series of throat sounds that are beyond humanity’s comprehension? Don’t know. They are almost as mysterious as dogs, which we still cannot prove exist.

3) Can you identify a tree from its leaves? Sometimes! Maybe. I guess so? Hm.

4) If you could make a ship canon which one would it be? Why did they do this to Pockle and Ponzu ...I secretly ship Nidalee and Sivir and I have no idea why. These are my only two ships, ever.

5) Fav song atm?  Ohhh, tough choice. This changes often. Right now... Chiron - All That Remains, Eh - Death Grips, Disconnected - In Flames, Born in Winter - Gojira

6) A song that cheers you up?  The Truth - In Flames reminds me of my friend, so whenever it comes on I’m instantly thrilled, haha... Face Fisted - Dethklok makes me laugh like a loon Shark Fighter - The Aquabats ... Please just listen to it

7) A song that makes you sad?  Uhh, I mean, “Ring of Fire” makes me pretty uncomfortable, even though I can’t help but singing along. I hate the song “Crazy Bitch”, but it doesn’t make me sad. Hm... I guess music doesn’t normally make me sad unless I’m already sad.

8) One of your fav vines? Describe it if you don’t feel like searching for it. Ah, I don’t really like vines very much, sorry.

9) What’s your comfort food? Home made ramen! And uhh... My friend Yao makes these really good meatballs. Damn, I miss her. Not just for the meatballs. Sorry Yao!! Haha...

10) I can’t think of anything else so tell me whatever you were doing before answering this, or plan to do after finishing. I don’t... Actually remember. Oh well. I think I was looking around the dashboard on my witch blog.

11) Oh! Tell me the last weird dream you remember having. My coworker, Cali, was hanging up modern art in her lingerie for some reason. The dream ended up coming true, to some extent, too. It was weird. Wait! There was a dream where... I left King a rose flavored turkish delight in real life, because I thought he would enjoy it... That night, I had a dream in which King offered me a turkish delight. I ate it, like a fuckhead. He thought this was hilarious. Maybe he doesn’t like turkish delight...

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The questions Bouquet wrote!

1) Fave songs right now? make a list!  Ohh, I agree, this is such a good question. Since I already answered the other one to say this (even though I wasn’t supposed to, I’ll leave it alone! Sorry, haha... 2) Weirdest song you like?  Cotorito - Middle Milk I have other ones, but... Hahahahahahahaha

3) Do you like some language/accent in particular? why? Ahh, not particularly! I am hoping to learn Chinese so I can visit my friend, but aside from that... No current preferences!

4) Favourite anime/book/story? chose whatever you preffer, or all of them!. What do you like the most about it? Tough question! I really like Hunter x Hunter, but maybe that’s because I have... Clown problems. Uh. You know what, Princess Jellyfish was really good.

5) Describe your favourite aesthetics in pictures! it can be anything (i.e: you like the eyes of certain animal, then you post a pic of it) Oh!! That’s a really interesting question! It looks like I’ll have to make a separate post for it, it won’t let me add any pictures here >: 6) Name 5 things you love the most in life (or more. I don’t mind if you cheat!). Again, could be anything, doesn’t mind if it’s too abstract (i.e the feeling of soft cloth, a smell, etc)  Yes!! Here we go.  1. A cold energy drink  2. An expression of shock and awe  3. That thing rabbits do when they go flat when you pet them, aww  4. The sound it makes when two bowling balls hit each other  5. Gasolineeee  6. Seeing the crowns  7. The feeling of an abandoned house on a summer day  8. When you shuffle a deck of cards and it happens just right  9. King of Shields, Two of Cups, The Sun  10. When the dog snores 7) Favourite characters? why you love them that much? I present to you... Another list! 1. Hisoka Morou - Wow, yes. Magic tricks and getting punched in the face are great, and so is Hisoka. His sense of humor is gross and has resulted in a running gag with my friends which involves making gross sucking sounds in an unsuspecting person’s ear and then surrendering and walking away. ...Good hips. 2. Illumi Zoldyck - Actually, he’s a horrible person. Why do I like him? He’s prettier than me, though. I tried to cosplay him once, it didn’t go well. We have some things in common. I, too, have needles, unreasonably long hair, and am often mistaken for a woman. Let’s not get into the eating dirt thing. 3. Biscuit Krueger - Do I even have to explain this one? Hell yes.

4. Vels - He belongs to my friend. He’s like a really excited Stretch Armstrong doll what eats grass for fun and won’t stop taking his pants off. Bendy! 5. Hanji Zoe - Stinky.

I’m certain that I have many more favorite characters, but for some reason I’m drawing a blank really bad right now...

I’ll add a few questions, but...  I’m not sure who to tag! I’ll keep thinking on it.

1) What is your favorite outfit like?

2) Are you invested in a project, currently? If so, what is it?

3) What are some of your pet peeves?

4) Do you have any strange superstitions?

5) What songs inspire you?

6) What is your favorite drink? (Alcoholic or otherwise!)

7) Do you collect anything?

8) What is something you unexpectedly changed your opinion about in the past?

9) What are your favorite snack foods?

10) Have you got any guilty pleasures?

11) Do you want to see a magic trick?

I won’t tag anyone, but if you want to do this, please do! I want to see! I am nosy.