#thank you for arting this glorious moment

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OH MY GOD SNHDIXUUDD OH MY FUCKING OH NO IM JUST THIS IS MY FIC AND IM SCRWAMING

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Awkward

based on this fic

[lovelywritinglady]

For our little writers' Art Trade...! Gyomei has no idea how much his small Fem!Reader lover enjoys seeing her beloved show his strength like he does during the Training Arc... Honestly, it's a HUGE turn-on to see him move a boulder with ease or stand in the middle of flames while balancing heavy weights over his back... Or see him hugging kitties. Sadly, Reader is weak and can only help train Demon Slayers by feeding them, much like Tengen's wives do. She is kinda motherly and that in return turns Gyomei on SO HARD. Where she is weak, he is strong, and vice versa. Maybe some smut? Maybe they sneak out to take out the NEED they lit in each other? I would be eternally thankful!

I shall do my best!!

Strength and Weakness

Gyomei Himejima x Fem!reader

In which you and your strong lover cannot contain the burning love for each other even in important times.

Fluff, SMUT, size kink, praise, outside sex, desperation sex, maybe out of character Gyomei.

It’s been nearly four weeks since the training with the Hashiras began. You had been working with your husband, Gyomei, to wip these young demon slayers into shape. However, most of them have yet to show true promise and the few who you think could are still training with the other Hashira. Knowing that the only reason that they are even going through such rigorous training is because of Muzan. The mere thought of Muzan would make anyone here shiver with either anticipation for a fight or pure fear.

Today marked the third day that this batch of young demon slayers were attempting to push the massive boulder that your husband had told them to move. It’s size was impressive to say the least but to your husband it was child’s play. He was strong and was considered the strongest Hashira around.

You could definitely attest to that as through out your relationship with the strong man, you had seen him push boulders nearly five times the one that he’s making these young demon slayers push, and for much longer. He was truly an impressive man and you knew that you had been blessed to have him as yours and only yours. However, it’s had been nearly four weeks since your husband last touched you.

Four weeks since you had felt his strong arms around your body in glorious passion. You were beginning to get antsy and it didn’t help when you saw his strong arms and ripped muscles flex as he pushed boulders or showed how to say his mantra at the waterfall training area. Your body flowed with desire for him and you could tell he felt the same. Seeing him being so soft and kind to the students ignited a fire within you. Not to mention the time he was absentmindedly holding a small black and white kitten while he was giving instructions. It didn’t feel fair but you knew that waiting was the right thing to do as you didn’t want any of the students to see the two of you in such a way.

Just as you were trying to think of anything else the very man in question passed by you pushing a boulder. His face calm as he chanted his mantra. While his muscles were in full display as the veins in his arms were bulging out. God you loved him. God how much you needed him. You were glad In that moment that he couldn’t see as the look you were giving him was simply sinful. Your body felt hot as your pussy ached with the absence of his cock. You needed him, your craved him and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were going to snap. You heard footsteps behind you and turned around to see one of the young demon and quite tired demon slayer students.

“Mrs. Himejima, I’m sorry to ask you this, but when do you think dinner will be ready?” One of the young demon slayers asked you with a strained voice as politely as he could manage.

“In about five minutes, tell the others for me will you?” You responded giving the poor tired boy a sweet smile as you did your best to push down the burning desire you had for your husband.

Meanwhile…

Gyomei had just wrapped up the waterfall demonstration as he noticed some of the young demon slayer students practically sprinting to the area that he knew his sweet wife was in. He decided to go there himself needing to hear your sweet voice after a long days of hearing the complaints of others. He sighed wiping the tears that had recently streamed down his face doing his best to look presentable to you. Soon, he had made it to you as a smile was present on his face.

To him, you were the very definition of perfection. Despite your physical weakness, you were kind. And to him, that was the greatest strength that anyone could have. He admired you for that and your kindness was one of the many reasons that he fell in love with you in the first place. He may not be able to see you but his soul knew that you were his and he was yours. And like you, he was getting very impatient for you. Hearing you day and day out being so sweet to these poor kids and how much you wanted to help him made him incredibly grateful and not to mention horny. He neeed you and he knew you needed him too. Now, he was probably the most patient man out there but when it came to you, it was though all reason and logic left him completely.

The thought of the way your smaller body sucked him in like it was meant to make him take a deep breath. His cock was beginning to grow and he tried his best to rid himself of such impure thoughts but hearing you now speaking so gently, so motherly, make him want to take you into the woods and make you the mother that he knew that you wanted to be. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Honey, would you like some too?” You asked suddenly as Gyomei had realized he was just standing here lost in the sinful thoughts of you.

“Yes my dear, thank you.” He responded after a few moments taking the massive plate of rice balls that you had made shivering slightly at the warm touch of your fingers brushing against his.

“You’re welcome! I made those just for you. I know you’ve been working really hard!” You beamed at him doing your best not to lose control at the mere sight of your husbands tall godlike stature in front of you. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows as you had full view of his muscular arms still wet from the waterfall as his veins were in full view. You were doing your best but were practically drooling from just his arms. “Fuck.” You breathed out

“What was that, darling?” He asked putting one of his very large hands on your cheek, stroking it softly.

“N-nothing!” You chirped feeling slinky embarrassed for not keeping it together. “I hope you like them!” You quickly added

“I’m sure I will! If they are made by my sweet wife, then I know I’ll love them.” Gyomei spoke as pure adoration was lacing every word.

“Love?” You whispered

“Yes?” He asked bending down as he knew you needed to tell him something that only he needed to hear.

“I need you.” You whimpered finally admitting the thing you’ve needed to for four weeks now. “I know that we need to be professional but I can’t stand it anymore, I need you my husband. I need you. Please.” You added sounding so desperate so needy and who was Gyomei to deny you.

Without so much as a word, he set his plate gently down on a long and grabbed your hand as softly as he could and began walking into the woods a little too quickly. You began stumbling on your feet, barely tripping. Because of this, your husband quick as he could picked you up bridal style and now quicker than before, carried you far into the woods where he was positive that no one would wander. The very last thing he wanted was for someone’s innocent eyes to see what sinful acts he was about do upon his sweet wife.

Soon, he had found a suitable spot and had gently put you down on the soft grass. You hadn’t stopped looking at him the entire time as your mid was swimming with hundreds of scenarios that could happen in this very forest. Pussy was now soaking due to your excitement and impatience. Gyomei knew this as he could feel your wetness as he carried you earlier as his own make a sizable spot on his pants.

Gyomei then kneeled down and hovered over your smaller frame. He then without warning latched himself onto your neck. Kissing it roughly then softly allowing for you to fully grasp the sensation. And grasp you did as your whole body jerked with every kiss and every nip he was giving you. Your moans were loud and it was evident that he was doing well but could tell you needed more.

“Oh god, Gyomei please I need you.” You moaned out solidifying what he already knew.

“I know my love, I know.” He breathed out as he decided to start kissing down your chest more leaving a massive trail of love marks and kisses making your head spin as you grabbed a massive fistful of his spiky hair causing him to loudly grunt. He began sucking the skin on your hip making you buck up in response.

“Please!” You whined out needing more than this.

“Patience darling.” He whispered pressing kisses down your pussy causing your back to arch.

Without warning, he pushed your panties to the side and latched himself on your clit sucking it softly. His tongue began circling it making you moan your husbands name louder. Gyomei then proceeded to insert one of his large fingers into your needy hole and began pumping it in the way he knew you loved.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum soon.” You moaned out pushing his head down against you as you began impinge is face softly.

He hummed in response as he inserted another finger slightly picking up the pace as he began scissoring your hole so that you were ready for him. Gyomei was content in his work as being intimate with you like this made him feel so accomplished. Knowing the he was the one to make you feel this good make his cock ache in his pants even more than it already had. Feeling bold, he decided that it was best to insert one more of his thick fingers.

“Gyomei!” You screeched as your climax had finally reached it peak. Your juices flowing into your husbands mouth as he greedily drank then with pleasure. Your then squeezed his head from the overstimulation you were feeling. You moaned his name over and over again as your vision went blurry and body numb from your orgasm. When he finally finished his meal, he lifted his head and gave you a sweet smile, his face covered in your pleasure.

“You did well, love. Would you like to continue?” He asked making sure you were going to be okay taking him.

“Y-yes. I need you.” You whimpered coming down from your incredible high that only Gyomei could give you.

“Good.” He spoke as his voice suddenly got deeper.

“Would you like me to take care of you?” You asked sitting up slightly as you watched him take off his clothes.

“I just need to feel you as you are. I’m getting rather impatient now my love.” Gyomei said as he suddenly picked you up as he latched his lips hungrily onto your own. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck as your boobs pressed against his hard chest.

Your eyes widen at the ferocity of his kiss. His tongue mixing with yours without warning. A moan escaped from his throat and that very sound sent shivers or pleasure down your spine. His arms gripped your smaller body as one of his hand heals you against him as the other gripped your ass firmly. You were shaking from this needing more.

“Honey..” you whined out.

But as soon as your spoke, your husband took his hand off your ass and desperately undid his pants, freeing his hard and sensitive cock. He the, rather boldly, grabbed your panties and ripped them off of your body like he was picking a flower.

“G-gyomei.” You stuttered shocked at his eagerness.

“Just need you and they were in the way of you.” He grunted and you whimpered my his show of strength. “Are you ready, dear?” He added making sure to take time to make sure you were comfortable.

“Mhmmm.” You moaned out

“Use your words sweet one.” Gyomei calmly asked.

“Yes! Please fuck me!” You cried out desperately feeling more and more desperate the longer this gets drawn out.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear as he lined himself with your pussy.

You felt the thick tip of his cock beginning to push in. You were more than ready to take him, wet from your previous orgasm. However, your husband, was not a small man. Meaning his cock was huge and no matter how long you prepared yourself, it would always be a slight challenge to take him. You were a smaller woman after all.

The burning sensation as his cock entered you made you suck on your breath at the pain. You gripped onto his shoulders digging into his skin. He grunted softly feeling how tight your pussy was against him a small smile graced his scarred face as the sensation he was longing for, praying for, was finally here after so long. Soon, after taking his time, his cock filled you up completely making you moan out his name. He stayed still allowing for you to adjust even more.

“Y/n, my darling, I’m going to move now. Is that okay?” He asked you softly as you felt his hands drift down to your ass once again.

“Yes!” I cried out with clear frustration in your voice.

“Good.” Gyomei responded

He then moved his hips slowly making sure that he wasn’t going to hurt you. Hearing your whimpers make him feel slightly crazy but he knew going too fast now would make you not be able to walk the next day. And he certainly didn’t want to embarrass you. However, your next words surprised him.

“Gyomei,dammit, stop being so nice to me and fuck me. I need it.” You cried out almost angry.

And that was the very encouragement he needed. Gyomei then pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip in making you whine in response before snapping his hips hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as tears began pricking your eyes.

Your husband gripped your hips and ass as he began fucking you relentlessly. His pace was quick as his cock was hitting your cervix hard making your eyes roll back. He then began kissing and sucking on the most sensitive part of your neck making you moan loud. Your body was completely and utterly his in this moment as he was fucking you like never before. His grip on your ass would leave bruises and you knew that, not that you minded. Gyomei was grunting loud as he was pounding you in the air. Holding you like you weighed nothing. Using your body to his liking and god you loved it. You let him know how much you loved it scratching his back and moaning his name like a mantra. As you scratched you made sure not to hurt him.

“Harder my love, dig into my flesh!” He yelled out before crashing his lips hungrily onto yours.

And so, you did. You dig as deep and hard as you could as your husband went even faster than before making your mind and body feel like it was floating in ecstasy. The pain you felt before was long gone but you need for your husband grew and grew with each of his powerful thrusts. You began to cry due to overstimulation and the fact that you loved your husband so dearly.

“I-I love you so much.” You blabbered out as your tears poured out from your e/c eyes.

“I love you too, my darling.” Gyomei spoke out as his own tears started to flow as well. It wasn’t uncommon to see him crying but on this occasion it solidified his feelings for you. He was crying because of how much he loved you, how good you felt, and how thankful he was to have a woman like you in his life. And as he was pouring you he makes a silent prayer to God thanking him for you.

His grip on you increased as he felt himself close to cumming. His pace was erratic as the anticipation to his release was overwhelming. Your pussy was so tight, warm, and made perfectly for him. As for you, your own climax was soon as well. He was overwhelming all of your senses as you had already cum. Your body was far more sensitive than it had been in a long time due to waiting so long. You began to shake as you were getting weaker and weaker. However, you knew that even if you let go completely, your husband would hold you up due to his strength.

“Honey, m’gonna cum soon.” You blabbered out looking at his pleasure filled face.

“Me too, my darling, me too. I’m going to cum inside of you. Is that alright?” He asked quickly as his breathing became ragged.

“Y-yes. I want it.” You wined taking your turn to capture his lips with yours as you stuck your tongue in his mouth as your hands found new strength and gripped his hair roughly. His pace quickened as did his breathing. And soon you husband came as he held you closer to him as his dick was inside you fully.

“Oh my y/n, my one, my love.” He moaned out like he was praying a mantra.

You felt his thick cum filling you up like a warm embrace. You felt so full, so warm, so content. And as your husband held you, he brought one of his large hands yo your clit and began rubbing it in small circles, in the way you loved. He used the mixture of his cum and your slick to bring you pleasure. And just like that, you came hard. Your orgasm wracking your body with indescribable pleasure. His cock still stuffed deeply inside you as Gyomei could feel you tightening around him causing him to grunt as he decided to hump you slowly, enjoying the overstimulation that you were giving him.

“My love. Oh god!” You cried out still shaking from your high.

“I love you.” Gyomei whispered in your ear as he brought his left hand up to wipe the sweaty hair off your face as he placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too. I’m so glad we did this.” You told him still in his embrace with his cock still inside you.

“Me as well. And as much as I’d love to do this again, we have students to attend too my darling love.” He said hesitantly as he gave you one more forehead kiss.

“Yeah, even if we did have time, I’m not sure my body could handle that again.” You admitted feeling tired. You laid your head on his chest taking deep breaths basking in the after glow of sex.

“Are you tired now?” He asked as he slowly pulled out making you gasp at the empty feeling.

“Yes, very.” You responded doing your best to sad on your own as he put you down. The feeling of his cum running down your legs made you shiver with the memory of recent events.

“Good I know you’ve been more restless recently. So I suggest you nap for awhile. I’ll tell the students.” He suggested as he put his clothes back on, doing his best to look at leafy semi presentable.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” You yawned taking his arm to balance yourself. “But first I think I need to clean myself first.” You acknowledged feeling a bit gross due to the amount of sweat that was just on your body.

“It’s as though you read my mind, my love.” He spoke with a smile as he hoisted you up again. You were more than accepting of his gesture as your legs were too wobbly to walk properly. “There is a spring near by so we’ll go there and cleanse you, my darling.” He spoke softly sensing you were falling asleep.

“Thank you, my love.” You sleepily replied as you closed your eyes and snuggled into his warm embrace.

Gyomei then took you to that spring and clean you up all while you were too tired to do really anything. Your husband didn’t mind whatsoever as he loved doting and taking care of you. He was a lucky man and he knew that. Once you were all clean, he put your clothes back on your tired body and walked back to camp. As he did some of the students were questioning why you were in his arms and if you were okay. But he simply replied that you needed rest. Soon, he found a nice shady tree and place you under it. The grass was soft enough and this he kissed your lips and said a silent prayer to the gods for you. He then went back to the students and resumed his training to make sure these young demon slayers were ready for the fight with Muzan.

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[kashverse]

thank you for being patient with my hiatus :) i hope you enjoy this!

the sukuna household did not half-ass anything—especially when it came to the arts. the living room had been transformed into an elaborate stage for tonight’s grand production: the tale of the brave warrior and the mighty dragon king. 

sheets were draped over furniture to form great mountains, the coffee table was now a treacherous bridge over a deadly chasm, and sukuna’s very expensive velvet armchair had been forcibly declared a tower. mr. pickles and baby sat dutifully at your feet, your loyal underlings, ready to aid in your villainous dragon duties.

“ROOOAAAR!” you boomed, standing atop the couch—sorry, the dragon’s lair—in your most powerful stance, arms crossed, chin tilted up with the authority of a true ruler. your daughter, the wise, strong, and courageous warrior queen, stood before you, her tiny wooden sword held high. 

“foul dragon king!” babykuna declared, pointing dramatically. “you have to release the princess at once!”

from the glorious velvet throne (which was absolutely not meant to be used as a tower, but sukuna had lost that battle the moment babykuna threw herself on the floor and fake-cried for extra drama), sukuna sighed the sigh of a man questioning his life choices. he stretched out his legs, lounging with all the grace of a terribly uninterested captive. “oh noooo,” he drawled, voice flat, expression bored. “i’m trapped. whatever shall i do.”

baby, your ever-faithful minion, let out an enthusiastic howl. mr. pickles, as always, sneezed.  "silence, my beasts!" you commanded, waving a hand. 

mr. pickles stared at you with the eyes of an old man who had been through enough.

"no!" babykuna shouted, turning to her most trusted allies. "do not listen to the dragon king’s evil words!"

baby howled in encouragement. mr. pickles, still questioning his life choices, gave a slow blink.

“warrior!” sukuna suddenly perked up, seemingly realizing that he had been regulated to princess duty. “come, rescue me!”

he spread out his arms—big, dramatic, clearly expecting some grand, heroic moment. and then—

silence.

the warrior queen and the dragon king exchanged a look. a deep, understanding look. a scheming look.

"actually," you stroked your chin, voice thoughtful. “i think i shall keep the princess.” babykuna nodded solemnly. 

"yeah, we don’t need him."

a beat.

"...excuse me?" sukuna squinted.

"mr. pickles," you turned to your most trusted advisor, "what say you?"

mr. pickles stared at sukuna. then at you. then at babykuna. 

and then he rolled over onto his side and started grooming himself.

sukuna’s eye twitched.

"baby?" you prompted. 

baby the tabby let out a single, very conclusive ‘mrep’.

“WHAT ENDING IS THIS?!” sukuna roared, kicking off his imaginary princess skirts in outrage.

but the warrior girl and the dragon king had already turned away, walking into the sunset of their happily-ever-after.

baby was awarded the honorary title of ‘keeper of the sacred tennis ball’. mr. pickles got a nap. and the princess? well, the princess had many questions and zero answers.

[perfectlyoongi]

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who offers you flowers whenever he sees you. whenever you had a planned outing, whether it was a simple trip to the shops or dinner at a restaurant somewhere in the city, the truth is that before you left the house, you would place a bouquet with the most beautiful and colorful flowers there were. you could call Namjoon a gentleman, an old-fashioned one indeed, but that didn’t stop him from carrying out his ritual. it’s just that, secretly, Namjoon counted the time away from you through the withered petals of the flowers he offered you. without you knowing, he bought the same bouquet for himself, placing it on his kitchen counter and consulting it whenever he got home. sometimes the flowers would fade overnight and Namjoon didn’t have any plans for you – but that didn’t stop Namjoon from staying away from you. after all, you didn’t need to leave those four walls to have a good time. “i know it’s short notice, but do you want to go out to eat? we can go to that museum opening before we go home.”

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who likes to have long conversations with you all night long. talking to you was like listening to odes from the most talented poets in this world. it was incredible how your perspective on the universe was able to captivate Namjoon. you could be talking about your day, complaining about little things that made you tired of living; you could be discussing an artistic vision of the same book you were reading; you could talk about all the probabilities that existed in the stars – it didn’t matter. with you, the words flowed like the freest rivers in the world, falling in a waterfall of enthusiasm, forming a small lake of fascination in Namjoon. having you there, with you lying next to him, your head resting on his torso, your hands spraying Namjoon’s skin with the tranquility that only you could provide – there, in that moment, Namjoon swore that both of you were one poem. “tell me about your day. tell me everything you liked and tell me what you want to repeat. talk to me and tell me how your day was and how it only started to make sense when we met.”

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who has a personal chef cooking breakfast when you slept in his house. when you spent the night at Namjoon’s house, he wanted to enjoy every minute of it. as much as he enjoyed falling asleep with you in his arms, he had to confess that he felt better when the first rays of sunlight peeked through the window and welcomed you to a new day. it was at that exact moment, before the day really began and everyone went their separate ways, Namjoon truly enjoyed your company. rubbing his face against your skin, wanting some of your essence to stay trapped in him, Namjoon pressed you closer to him. for some reason, it was in you that he found the strength to get through the day. as such, every minute was precious and he would enjoy every second of it – even if he needed to hire someone to make you breakfast. “just five more minutes and i promise i’ll let you go. let me enjoy just five more minutes. that’s all i need. you are all i need.”

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who gifts you your favorite artwork. visiting museums and galleries had been a norm in your relationship. going to as many openings as you could, scouring the country and world in search of new pieces of art, you and Namjoon enjoyed each other’s presence as tornadoes of emotions and messages surrounded each smile of yours. in the vibrant colors of each painting, you and Namjoon discovered new feelings; in the forced curves of each sculpture, you and Namjoon discovered new beauties; in the tenderness of each word exchanged, you and Namjoon shared eternal moments that would forever be blessed by the most ethereal gods. and to immortalize what was already glorious, Namjoon made a point of thanking your company by offering you the paintings and sculptures that had caught your attention. “what do you mean you don’t have space in your room? i know you want to turn down the painting, but all i’m hearing is that you need a new house with more space. tuesday we can start looking at some houses.”

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who loves to give you designer clothes. sometimes, the parcels that appeared at your house were so rare that you had to turn to the internet to decode that shirt or belt. often, the parcels that appeared at your house were from a collection so recent that you felt invincible when you wore them. every time, the parcels that appeared at your house had a note written by Namjoon to remind you that, even if you didn’t ask, even if you didn’t even know, he would always take care of you. you just needed to accept it and Namjoon would give you the world. “see it as an early birthday present. you don’t have to thank or reciprocate. this coat is for you. use it when we go to lunch on saturday.”

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who makes a point of giving you a kiss when others are looking at you. Namjoon enjoyed your company, it was obvious. as such, Namjoon liked to take you to work parties or friend gatherings or really anywhere where you could show off the new outfit he had gifted you. wherever there was an event that called Namjoon, he was quick to hold your hand and take you with him without any prior notice. these nights of get-togethers seemed divine in Namjoon’s company; there was something about his laugh that tied you to the moment; the way he spoke to his acquaintances made you curious to know more about all subjects, even though he had already told that story to you; the way he looked at you, eyes bright and bathed in tenderness, erased everything that was happening around you; and the way he kissed you, slowly, softly, right on the corner of your mouth, teasing you just a little, made you wish the day would end. “patience. we haven’t greeted the birthday boy yet. i promise just one more hour and then we can go home.”

SUGAR-DADDY!NAMJOON who introduces you to everyone as his ‘special person’. e v er y   s y l l a b l e of these two words was marinated with the most intense pride in the universe; ea-ch--tim-bre of these two words was intoned with the greatest fascination of the cosmos; those two words were Namjoon’s favorite words. ‘special person’. yes, he could have said that you were his partner or even a friendship that had been going on for years; of course, but all those words were empty. and you were special. you were special to Namjoon and he wanted everyone to know that. and that’s why he introduced you with pride – how lucky he was to find someone as amazing as you; that’s why he named you with fascination – how lucky the universe is to have someone as divine as you; that was why ‘special person’ sounded so good when uttered by him – how lucky you were to be the only one blessed by the gods. “if you don’t feel comfortable, i can call you something else. but, honestly, i don’t think anything i would call you would equal the importance you have in my life.”

[lxvvie]

Heyyy girliee

I don’t know if you have already done that but I really love your writings and I was thinking about how would the cod guys act like if they were drunk?

For example I can totally see Graves forgetting that we are dating and just trying to get our numbers or Soap having a mental breakdown over everything lmaoo

The Cap'n is mushy. Defenses down. Grinning like he won the jackpot. Quokka cheeks red and prominent. He can't take his eyes off you. He's John Price the man, and John Price the man wants you to know that you're beautiful and the best thing that's ever happened to him. You let him be human for just a moment. You let him forget about the bullshit he faces on a daily.

A drunken Gaz is a sleepy Gaz, and drunk Gaz is tied with drunk Ghost in the clingly koala department. Drunk Gaz can't really sleep without you in his arms, darling, and so when you're in the bed, he's holding you like his life depends on it, your face is buried in his glorious chest, and he'll kiss the top of your head and sleepily murmur how much he loves you, darling. Also tends to think the house is haunted for some reason, so he's holding on to you to protect you? Thanks, Kyle...

Drunk Soap is the mad lad who excitedly tells everyone you said yes to going on a date with him even though you two have been together for a minute. May or may not have started a fight brawl or two with another bar patron for drunkenly hitting on you; the one who'll also take you away snickering while everyone else is still fighting because lmao. Drunk Soap goes to sleep thinking you're in his arms but it's always the dog who’s snoring in his face.

Drunk Ghost is in love with you. Pathetically in love with you. Down bad. So mushy it's disgusting. And cute. Disgustingly cute. Lets his guard down like the Cap'n, and all you see in those dark eyes is you. Everything comes out and it's all YOU. Ghost lets you have your way with him. Cover him in art, sure thing, luv. Color his tattoos in? Why the fuck not? Raspberries on his tummy? What's stopping you, sweetheart? Just... consumed by you, all with a chuckle, a ciggie dangling from his mouth, and you in his arms. He revels in the fact that you love him as much as he loves you. Tells you such in so many words, too. Ghost just fuckin' GLOWS, okay?

Phillip Graves is drunkenly serenading you and telling you all these plans he has about y'all's future together. From the bathroom. While pissing the longest piss known to man. The one who'll also croon 'Darlin'....' and kiss your cheeks a lot because it just does something to him. Just so damn affectionate. He can sing like no one's business, too. He loves to croon Marvin Gaye, Barry White, or the Isley Brothers in your ear. All with that goddamn southern twang. 'Cause he loves his darlin' so MUCH.

König is cackling like the gremlin crackhead he is and you're wondering if he'll ever realize that he's actually hugging and loving on the bedpost and not you. In true troll fashion, though, you record the whole thing and show it to him later, to his mortification. Drunk König also likes to be the little spoon.

When drunk, Horangi gets hot really quickly, and will take his clothes off. ALL his clothes off. And then he's all over you like a cat. He really likes it when you run your hands over his body, though. Goes double if your hands are cold.

Keegan is just fucking needy. Don't leave him, baby. What do you mean you gotta go to the bathroom? What do you mean you need to get a refill? The one who's out getting drunk with the other Ghosts, and he's texting you how much he loves you, how much he needs you, and then proceeds to reveal to you so many things about him, so many things that he thinks would make you leave him, but the things he reveal aren't even secretive or horrible at all (yeah, sure, of course you'd leave him because he and his friends wore the cheerleaders' outfits and he was on top of the pyramid while said cheerleaders played flag football in highschool during homecoming) so what the fuck, Keegan?

Adler is also a sleepy drunk. A sleepy, snoring drunk. A sleepy, snoring drunk who loves to sleep under your plushy throw blanket that he talks shit about when sober because your scent is on it and it helps him de-stress.

[rosenkranz-does-things]

first of all i love ur art so much and your x files art has made me start watching x files again! when i stopped watching my favorite episode was quagmire bc i was obsessed with nessie as a kid, but i was wondering, what do u think about this ep? :o

hi! thank you so much! 🥰 oh Quagmire is one of my favorites! I feel bad for the dog (Scully couldn't even take care of one tiny pup, this woman should never be a mother), but that Chekhov's gun was ready to fire the moment Scully named him Queequeg. nominative determinism got him 😔 but also knowing that Gillian resented the dog because he was stinky makes it funnier. anyways! the episode! love that Scully gets to drive for once (and a boat of all things!). I love that she knows her cryptozoology even now that's she's an Adult and a Scientist.

this scene where bait for the mysterious beast turned out to be not good enough-

and the beast chooses a different bait, reminds me of these glorious shots from The Terror

also this sums up the show so well. it may not be what I believe, but it's not what you believe either! it's a secret third thing (an alligator)

also ooh look at their dyke swag

but I'm getting distracted. oohh look a cormorant! sorry getting distracted again

getting stranded on a tiny rock in the dark with your coworker who talks about cannibalism. and they say romance is dead. but also, cannibalism aside, this is what the show is about. the two of them in the dark, searching for the elusive truth which is just in the walking distance, but they can't see it. this is why I don't understand people complaining about the show being too dark to see. that's the point! you're not supposed to see. neither are they.

and the Big Blue? it appears the moment they turn their backs. the truth is out there but they'll never find it.

I have many thoughts on this episode, especially about the closing scene, but this post is already getting too long. anyways. Quagmire is truly one of the greatest episodes in the whole show

[light-of-delphi]

An E-Offering and Prayer to Lord Apollo ☀

O, Lord Apollo, God of the Shining Sun, bringer of Light, Radiant Son of Leto and Twin Brother to Artemis, I graciously thank you for all you have done, will do, and continue to do for me. I welcomed you into my life with open arms, And from the moment I felt your presence I never wanted to let it go. Glorious Apollo, Who selflessly carries the sun across our sky, Who blesses us with lovely tunes and pleasing art, I thank you for these privileges of which you have given to us, Of which you have taught us, And I once again thank you, endlessly, eternally.

Χαίρε!

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

July LU Write-a-Thon: 351,092 Words in One Day!

On July 1, we hosted our second monthly LU Write-a-thon (organized by @not-freyja and @hotcheetohatredwastaken and joined by their new mods @noorahqar, @a-manicured-lawn, and @winterfen). The purpose of this event was to write as many productive words—words that furthered yourself, the LU writing community at large, or your own stories—within 24 hours as humanly possible. 

We had a whopping 90+ participants as opposed to our previous 16 - none of us expected such a large turnout, and were suitably unprepared 😅 We’ll definitely be making a lot of changes to accommodate that many people during the next Write-a-Thon, occurring August 1st. Thank you all for your patience!

But, until next month, here’s the awards and titles earned by each participant, as voted upon by the Discord server through an anonymous survey. The mods read through all your hundreds of submissions (thank you guys so much!) and picked either the highest voted title or the funniest custom submission for each person, as we found appropriate. First up is the winner’s circle, then the clubs, and then everybody else in alphabetical order right below this readmore!

The Winner’s Circle (5 Most Wordiest)

20,037 “Writer of All Time” and “Most Likely to Make 1K become 100K” (As can be seen in all its glory in your Aspects AU) @tashacee: You took advantage of Freyja and Cheeto’s beefing about who would be first and snapped up the win right from under their noses. Well played! 

20,011 “Writer of Some of the Time” and “Pen and Paper (Scritch... Scratchy?)” @hotcheetohatredwastaken: Missed the mark by juuust a bit, for the second time in a row. Cheeto, you suck. (:3 –Cheeto) (Qar wrote this, for reference!). Also wrote for most of the marathon on pen and paper!

17,491 “Writer of Last Time” (for winning last month and then failing to defend their title) and “The FourShadow-er of all Time” (for the unholy amount of Chekov’s Guns they leave lying around loaded in their docs) @not-freyja: you are the most autistic about Legend. Nerd.

13,203 “Will Make You Cry” and “Captain of the Twilight Angst Tag on Ao3” @somer-writes: Boosting the Twilight economy, and we’re all happy about it. Also the second-funniest person in the server, with the second-most stars!

13,000 “AU Collector” and “Four Enjoyer” @zarvasace: Whether they're heroes with disabilities, space rangers, or vampires, if Mina wrote it, the boys will be written well.

Clubs

Now while everyone’s accomplishments as individuals were nothing to sneeze at, teamwork does in fact make the dream work. A few lovely people made a couple of equally lovely groups, either by their own choice or as assigned by peer review.

Aimed for the Funny Numbers Club

“Literally Satan” @allwayswildchild: with exactly 6666 words, you deserve every bit of this cursed title. 

“Lawn Blart Mall Cop” and “Qar's Mom in a Moment of Weakness Apparently (And Then Qar’s Sister in a Moment of Un-Weakness)” @a-manicured-lawn: The latter explains itself. Apparently, the vision of Lawn segwaying around is amusing. [Some people just can’t appreciate the beauty of a white shirt, tie, and glorious moped… ~Lawn]

“The Reincarnated” @defenestration13: Hadn't written in six months but then reappeared to write multiple thousand words. Good job.

“Multimedia Powerhouse” @passerinesoncaffeine: The art, the writing, Raven's got it all! Painting, analyzing music, commenting, whatever you touch it turns to gold.

“Dark Miette” goes to @rebornofstars: An inside joke that I don’t understand. Also thought you should know that you got [insert bee pun].

“The Memer” and “Literally Wind” @savimatteo2810: These are related.

“The Quoter” @whatvioletdoes-blog: For spending the event harvesting quotable quotes for their chat-fic.

(freyja overshot all potential funny numbers, but is a member at heart)

Most Likely to Get Fangirled (Gender Neutral) Over Club

“Literally Hyrule” @across-violet-skies: Also called the Spunky Sidekick and a calming jasmine tea type person. Hopefully your ghost pepper recovery goes well. 

“The Snippeter” @imperialkatwala: For sharing so many snippets to us hungry folk. Thank you kindly.

“Friend Shaped” @polynomialpandemic: A friend to all. Also a “Snippeter” - thank you for feeding the masses!

“Four Tormentor” @undertheopensky: For really obvious reasons. Also managed to make Freyja scream for 10 minutes with your mere presence alone!

Other Friend Groups

“Sad Wet Cat Club” @cinis0 and @lunaopus, you two seem to have nominated one another, so you get this club all to yourselves! However, I would love to know what the talk of forgetting that the Queen died was about…. (Qar has requested to be an honorary member of this club)

@awildsilver and @four-eyed-nerd, you two get to come together as “Four-Eyed-Nerd’s Rat” and “AWildSilver’s Cat,” which is I think our favorite group of all in this month’s running. I do have some additional questions for you two, however, about a mention of the bee movie as an original work (allowed as long as it’s not copy pasted and also hilarious) for you Wild and the title “Honey I shrunk the Links” for you, Four. 

The Community Support Team

“The Commentator of All Time” @1-renegade: To directly quote, “Ain't NOBODY give better feedback and comments than lawlessland.” 

“Will Make You Cry” @artsyanonymity: Anonymity is the sweetest and kindest commenter in existence! SHE. WILL. MAKE. YOU. CRy. Writes the nicest comments and they make me (and apparently several others) cry

“The Encouragement Itself” @cat-at-a-writing-desk: For encouraging others to reach their goals. We appreciate you!

“Drill Sergeant” @gintrinsic-writing: Made Qar get 5k and scared everyone else into writing. (You did it! I got 5k! The fear (with funny intonation) dragged me over the finish line -Qar)

“Drawer of A Thousand Words” @la-sera: Ruler of the Legend and Hyrule brotherhood, inspirer of writers, and the spreader of so much love with your art this Fan Joy July with the art you spent the marathon working on. Can’t wait to see it all as the month goes on.

“The Reader of all Time” @life-in-winter: Or as you all probably know her, passerine44, the writer of the best ao3 comments of all time. Thea, you walk into a digital room and every writer there makes heart eyes at you. Cannot wait to read the writing you’ve been working on (and leave a comment) to return the favor.

“The Respondent of All Time” @silvrash-797: Silvrash had over four months of unanswered ao3 comments that she caught up with, congrats!

“Lives up to the Screen Name” @sunny-porridge: To quote: “Sunny is 100% a ray of sunshine and anyone who says otherwise can FIGHT ME” and I think we all agree.

“The Wildest Supporter.” @twilightangel83: Supported people and sent a lot of Wild emojis, so much so that we started picturing you as Wild!

“Poet” and “Master of the Shrimp Check” @winterfen: Writes good poetry, and also made sure that everyone was appropriately fed, hydrated, and rested for this event. 

Transfer Students

“I don’t work here, Lady” goes to bArk who neither has a tumblr nor writes for this fandom, but showed up and had fun anyways. Thanks for joining us!

“He Who Finished His Book” goes to jr_for_potus44 (not on Tumblr). Congrats!

“Split Screen” goes to @straight-outta-hobbiton for writing two fics on two screens at the same time, neither of which were LU. Frightening.

The Silent Ones

@pelicanpig, @mmelete, @wayfayrr, @raeofsky, @summaryscar @sunkissedkales: You guys came, you wrote, you did not elaborate. How mysterious your aura is (positive, deeply positive.)

"The Almost Silent One" @the-au-collector: Talked before and after, but not during the event. Probably too busy writing, or busy in general - good job either way!

Everybody else!

“Frequent Flier (WPM)” @anime-obsessed: For participating in so many sprints. Also earned “vocaloid enjoyer.”

“Keyboard Warrior” @august-the-friend: You fought autocorrect and lost 3-0, but it was a valiant fight nonetheless. You did great.

“Artist turned Writer” @aurora-boreas-borealis: Took a break from streaming to write—a huge shout out for all your hard work and your help with colors! (~the actual pigments, not the Links ~Lawn) 

“Literally Sun” @beesandhoney1219: Warmer than sunlight, sweeter than sugar, and absolutely obsessed with Sky’s girlfriend.

“Most Likely to Include Raccoons in their Fic” @bittirsweeteer: They Who Has Given Legend Espresso (thank you for your service).

“Last Minute Vidow” @deleetrix: Something that should always be encouraged. Thank you for feeding us.

“Stargiver” @emberlylion: For starring in a lot of posts, especially cat pics. Thank you for your service.

Move over Time, @estelian-01 “Will Fight Majora and Win” and then go back to studying.

“Studious Student Who (has not) Studied” @gerudoevernight: Self nominated for “Studious Student who Studied” for hitting their goal while in school. The mod team disagreed with the accuracy of that title and affectionately chose this one instead. Good job hitting your goal!

“The Outliner” @gia-d: Accidentally wrote a first draft. Also think it should be noted that everyone is convinced you either could kill a god or that you carry one around in your pocket.

“Onomatopoeia Outrage” @haloburns: Who debated the word “ow” so hard they inflicted it on the people around them.

“The Scholar” @irenkaferalkitty: For her extensive collection of well-researched data, presented in charts, documents and yes, excel sheets. We appreciate you.

“Most Improved” @labyrinthdancer: Their writing has improved a lot since they started posting! also they write really dark twilight & the chain fics. Being a new writer is scary, but they kept at it and are doing so well!

“Writer of Most Cursed Victorian Child” aka their take on Ravio, is @lele5429 with their first ever fic, which is as gorgeous in words as your art is in ink.

“The Hype Man (gender neutral)/Moral Support” @lemoncatssss: For all the encouragement that you gave others. Also the cat photos. Especially the cat photos.

“The accidental friend acquirer” @lennsart: For somehow befriending literally every single person you talk to.

“Severe Case of Clacking” @lerikwrites: You know why. Pennies in a washing machine my friend.

“Hyrule Hurter” goes to @linkiscool333: We all have the blorbo we love to put in the blender, but no one blends Rulie like you do.

“Marcus Actually Writes!?” @marcusdoodlesalot: For a second month in a row, some of us are still befuddled that Marcus is actually a writer, and not just an artist. Hard to believe that someone can have that much talent in both fields.

“Soup Soup Soup Soup Soup (Soup Soup Soup Soup Soup)” @marsnoodlesoup: I... do not know what this means. Congrats, it seems you’re soup.

“The Veteran” @musical-chan: For sharing stories of the early days of fandom. Back in my day but the most positive way possible

“Artist Turned Writer” @mysticstars105: Came out and wrote a whopping 400 words, which is so many words especially when you’re new. Gold Star!

“Art Fight Pre-Gaming” @nebulapaws: For their talk of Art Fight. Hope you have fun participating this month!

“Resident Audiophile” @needfantasticstories: Not just for writing with speech-to-text all day, but for your constant enthusiastic screaming about Epic the musical.

“Most likely to fight God and Win” and “The Modderrrrrr” @noorahqar: Who is actually Sky. Not with the sleepy part though. She actually wrote so much about Sky that he stole all her sleepy. Number one on the starboard, with the proud title of MVM (Most Valuable Mod) for sticking the landing as midnight hit. Also the one with “The Most Sigmas to Grindset” whatever… whatever that means. (Please help what does that mean?) 

“Picture Perfect Exhaustion” @nyastri: Their PFP (Four Doubled Over, hands on knees) combined with the announcement they'd reached their writing goal at the end of the marathon really just sold the picture for me. Well done.

“The Sleepy One” @ocha-blue: who justifiably went to bed as soon as they finished. (Hope you're recovered by now.)

“First Time Fic Writer” @peepthatbish: for breaking into the fic scene and boosting morale for our mod team, especially Lawn. We appreciate you!

“Slow And Steady (WPM)” @pokegeek151: Who was chugging away all day long.

“Doomed by the Narrative” @ra-archives: Google docs acting up, cat sitting on lap, and yet you persisted. Good job.

“My Little Friend Who I Love (This Is Qar Btw) (This Is Part Of The Title)” and “Wordsmith” @rosehipandroots: This is a direct copy paste from your submissions, Rose. Hope you enjoy it. But your amazing descriptions really make you a wordsmith. “The SkyBoy Enjoyer of All Time” @sapphicseasapphire: for your lovely art and writing of the boy!

“Task Succeeded Successfully” @screaming-but-i-have-four-swords: was an artist turned writer that tried to write words, and did! Good job.

“Artist Turned… More Artist” @seaotter-17: We were told you write descriptions like a poet, but in this event, you were most recognizable by your drawings of Nina the cat. Thank you for sharing. 

The “Person with a Passion for Pudding” (which is definitely an inside joke I do not understand, so I hope it makes you laugh) @somanyfanficssolittletime: Thanks for participating!

“The Fic Reccer of all Time” @staring-at-a-blank-page: For recommending so many fics, their own and others, up to read. Thank you!

“The Drabbler” @tenderleavesbob: For their lovely drabbles, of which they wrote around 10k of. The title is appropriate - it seems your drabbles have taken Tumblr (and the participants in this survey) by storm!

“100% Bunny Accurate Fiction”  @toyouhellohowareyou: writer of the most rabbit-fact-checked fics of all time by our own Bunny Lord [Beloved Pet and Bunny Boy (Legend) Himself]

“The Podficcer of All Time” @unexpectedstormy: For podfic making, promoting, and educating. And if that wasn’t enough fae is also our very own “Dragon Tamer” who spent the event working on their HTTYD WIP!

“The Dashshunder” @vivalaplutothedachshund: For sharing your lovely menace of a dog Pluto with us all. We also appreciate you both in the chats and in our rampage to give PolynomialPandemic 109 hugs. 

“Mod Emotional Support. We love you” @wanderlustmagician: You know what you did, and Cheeto’s firstborn deservedly belongs to you.

“Word Weaver” and “Fanfiction Foul---was writing at work instead of working” @weavingstarlight: Your words sparkle as bright as you do, glitter jar.

“Literally First (also shared cat pics)” @witchdoctor39 : Even Hylia can’t hold a candle to how much you love that poor poor man!

Thank all of you for participating, we appreciate each and every one of you so so so much! Please note that we had 90+ participants, and as such, there is probably guaranteed to be some mistakes on the list above. If you find any typos or pronoun goofs or anyone that was put on the list twice or missing or under the wrong name or put under the wrong name or any error that comes with having different discord and tumblr names or if you were left off the list in error or if you want to request a different name than the one you received or you want to be put into or removed from one club or another or anything else that could have gone wrong—please feel free to contact @hotcheetohatredwastaken or @not-freyja with your concerns here on tumblr!

Again, a big thank you to everyone for coming to the event from all of us on the mod team! Can’t wait to see you guys next month! And stay tuned---there will be another post with more information about the next event within the next couple of weeks!

[merbear25]

Hello ! I hope you're doing well <3 Spookie season almost reachs his end, i hope you'll have a nice halloween night !

Again here to request something for our dear Mad scientist. Something special ~ We all know Caesar is a freak, but his how deep is his loves for death, pain and chemical warfare ? How much does it affect him... May I request a NSFW fanfic of him, sharing a pleasant moment with one of his colleague or assistant ( a x.reader fem ) : Testing the new formula of his latest deadly creation on a subject behind the protective glass of his private lab. The moans of pain and cries of agony lasting for long minutes being a sweet lullaby to his ears. And sharing this with the woman at his side was driving him insane to the point he couldn't hide the depth of his excitement. It could be a established or unestablished relationship. Maybe a x.reader not as innocent or submissive as usual ~ This idea was clearly based on the scenes where he describe his experimentation, like the one with KX launcher, or Koro gas ~

Art by me on @ask-caesarclown-shurororo

I'm always down to write darker themes, so thanks for sending this in. I hope you like it💜💜

Gasps for air, bursting flesh, and the pleading look of panic left him in glee. The flush on his cheeks complimented the heat rising within him as he squirmed and shifted with excitement. Such glorious sounds and delightful imagery sent him into a frenzy. He was restless, needing to release this pent-up energy. That was when it dawned on him—his astute assistant. You’d be the one entrusted to rid him of these overwhelming urges.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, mentions of death, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, 69-ing, orgasm denial, implied creampie

The thrilling chill of death (Caesar)

Collapsing one right after the other, each person had their lungs seared with most having no more than slight discoloration on their necks. That tingling feeling was creeping up on him again. Watching the henchmen look at him with such heart-sinking betrayal when those doors closed and the toxins seeped in and that light in their eyes flickering until it went out completely—a thrill like nothing else.

A familiar heat nipped at his cheeks the longer he looked at them. Tilting his head from side to side, he examined each person’s reaction to the chemical carefully. Some exhibited greenish boils around their throats, while others maintained a green tint up til their untimely deaths. A boyish grin played on his lips at the thought of further testing. 

“What a promising future you have,” he chirped at the clouds dissipating into a light mist. The adoration he felt was making him salivate. He placed his hand upon the glass, not even holding back the furious blush on his cheeks.

He couldn’t help the little sway of his body when he journeyed back over to the computer. Humming to himself, the clicks of the keys matched his uncharacteristically upbeat mood. Pictures of what would become of the victims played in his mind, further sending him into a fit of excitement. However, the rhythmic beating of his thrill seeking heart was not the only part of him pulsating. With all this delight swarming around him, there was bound to be an effect on him elsewhere.

His eye twitched in slight irritation, when feeling a stir in his pants. The thought of setting a moment aside to take care of it himself crossed his mind, but a thoughtful knock on the metal door side-tracked this idea. There you were, prepared with the requested documents as always. His fingers tapped on the doorframe as he took a closer look at you, trying to gauge just what exactly your deal was.

Your eyes flickered over to the glass walls still containing the dead bodies, but his never left you. They held onto the rise and fall of your chest and the dilation in your eyes. Such subtle shifts that indicated interest, which bordered arousal. He stepped aside to welcome you in. 

“Would you like to take a closer look?” After he slammed the door behind you, his pearly white smile and glowing eyes kept on your heels.

You kneeled down to get a better look at what had become of these men. No fear pumped through your veins, just morbid curiosity that alluded to more degenerate interests. He leaned down, allowing his long raven hair to tickle your skin. “Do you want to see it in action?”

“Yes, actually…” The dark desire to witness death first-hand was something you forbade yourself from ever disclosing to others. However, Caesar was different. He would never be turned away from one who harbored such impurity. How could he when he was the same?

A symphony of hissing gas blended with soft chuckles—an orchestral performance to which the body going limp behind the thick paned glass was forcibly mute. Banging on the clear material soon turned into faint taps. An ill-fated guinea pig that was plucked from the litter and served its purpose, the hand of death held it closely while the gas filled the chamber in thick green clouds.

The sweet embrace of death—sweet to the onlooker but bitter to the one it was casted on. The orchestrator remained at attention not quite ready to pull himself away from the show as the final hums of the finale lingered. Their whispers caressed his ears, further bewitching him in the sounds of blissful horrors. His unsettling grin was now pressed into a content smile, his lips twitching slightly. He wet them as if to savor the remains of tragedy.

Tilting his head up to the ceiling, he let out a deep sigh. “You know, there’s nothing quite like the scent of death and despair to really get the blood pumping.” The gentle shift of his head towards you sent a thrill up your spine. His eyes peered down at you, their golden color practically dancing with anticipation. “But, I suppose you already know that.”

His perceptive remark tugged at the ball tightening in your chest. You could feel the sparks of witnessing death surging through you. The intensity in your eyes matched his, and the subtle nod you gave him only whetted his appetite.

Briefly, he pulled his attention back to the caged body. “Dying behind bars, well glass in this case,” he chuckled while looking at the lifeless form. “No hope of escape, only agony.” His voice was becoming higher pitched, mocking one of those who followed him so blindly.

“Watching the light in his eyes fade was truly remarkable,” you mentioned in a dreamy voice, recalling that faith he’d put in your Master getting snatched away.

“Yes…” he drew out. “It’s enough to make one giddy.” His eyes darted back to you. His lips stretched into a sinister grin once more as your gratification was becoming more and more apparent. He drummed his fingers on his thigh and clicked his tongue. “The night is far too young to call it quits now. Why don’t we bring in another? Just to really test all the ins and outs.”

The dragging of the corpse was promptly followed by promises that flowed past his lips so easily. Uplifting, inspirational, drenched with hope: each word had thorns hidden beneath the surface. The piercing blades stabbed into their sides once that moment of clarity came fatally late.

This one was a screamer. Even behind the barrier those choked cries for help carried through to both of you, and you couldn’t stop your heart from racing. Your pupils dilated while this man, whose gravest mistake was placing his trust in the wrong hands, began convulsing on the floor. You didn’t notice at first when Caesar turned to look at you; he was riddled with pleasure both from the shrieks of pain and the desire clearly bubbling within you.

He loomed over you, the sheer size of him causing your breath to catch in your throat. That look in your eyes… it earned a sly grin because he was sure of the type of woman you were, and he was unwilling to hold back from exploiting that any longer. 

Lips crashing into yours, the motion from his body carried so much force that you were levitated off the ground. Scooping you up in his arms, he held onto you tightly. You wrapped your legs around him, letting the skirt of your dress ride up your bare thighs. His fingers pressed into you while they cupped the delicate curves of your backside. While teasing the lining of your panties, his tongue traced your bottom lip. That little quiver from you made his eyes roll back.

His digits slipped under the cotton fabric and slid between your folds. A shaky moan escaped you when his fingers caressed your swollen clit. Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, his wicked expression from earlier had shifted to one of arousal. Capturing your lips once more, each whimper and groan from you was devoured. His eagerness demanded entry into your mouth, finally allowing your tongues to tangle. As you panted in ecstasy, he plunged two fingers past your glistening lips. Those long digits curled within you, teasing your g-spot to coax any lewd sound out of you.

Watching you unravel with such ease had him breathing heavily. The look of bliss upon your face was made all the better with the dying man’s pleas in the background. Just as you looked as if you were going to delve into the pits of ecstasy, he pulled his fingers out of you. Your whimpering protest was quickly silenced with another sloppy kiss, this time coupled with his own desperate sounds for more.

When you nipped at his bottom lips, you lit a fire in him. A deep groan rumbled in his chest. The quick flip of your body onto the table caused you to shriek, but that shocked voice only made you that much more alluring to him.

Your voice hitched into choked gasps as he pushed as much of himself into you as he could. The stretching of your walls, the spasming of them, the warmth encasing him: your body was heaven on Earth. Thrusting into you slowly at first, he savored your high pitched moans as the tip of his cock pressed against your sweet spot. The fluttering sensation made him thrust harder and faster. Watching you claw at the surface and listening to your sweet euphoric moans stirred something primal in him.

His hands gripped so tightly on your hips that it was nearly painful. You were nearing that blissful peak once again, he could sense it. Just as you were about to fall off the cliff, he pulled out. Your sobs of frustration were muffled against the desk. Your hips swayed, offering you up as a forbidden fruit which he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into. 

He hooked his arms under you, lifting your molten core to his parched mouth. He wasted no time in trailing his tongue over your pursed lips. It swirled around your engorged clit, while his hot breath bathed your sensitive skin before devouring every inch of it.

Your cries and shakes fed into his ego. Such a deliciously twisted little thing you were, a woman who could finally get that scratch he couldn’t reach. His long hot tongue coated you, plunged into you, swirled along every inch all in an attempt to strangle each groan out of you. His cock twitched from under you, beading with precum. You began stroking him, adoring the feel of him pulsating under your touch. You were able to fit just a little more than the head into your mouth, but that didn’t stop you from attempting to thrust even more down your throat.

He began moaning for more as he bucked his hips slightly. One of his hands tangled in your hair to hold you in place as he sought out more from your delectable mouth. Your gagging and coughing only made him crazier. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He nipped at your abused nub before throwing you back on his shaft.

He dipped into your core again, groaning as he slid in with more ease. Your body quaked around him, so desperate for release. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, letting your quickened pulse dance under his grasp. His arm snaked around your waist, holding you closely as he thrusted deep inside you.

Your grunts of urgency, the way your nails scraped up his arms, and the tightening of your core: you were right where he needed you. He tilted your lustful expression back towards the test subject—died for the sole purpose of riling both of you up. An image that should have provoked disgust, instead had you singing more loudly for Caesar. He aided his thrusts with rough throws of your body against his hips.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he growled.

“I-I love it. Love it so fucking much.” Your slick arousal was coating him entirely. Wet slapping of your hips colliding was making it more difficult to hold himself together. Your chest heaved and your breaths became shallow. The sensation of your body tensing tore away any shred of control remaining.

In shared cries and groans of blissful sin, your bodies trembled from the lingering shockwaves. Easing you down, your legs buckled under you. Unbothered laughs came from above. He couldn’t help himself; witnessing you in such a state went straight to his pride. Inflating his ego even more was the sight of the trickles of cum pooling beneath your still shaky hips. A hum of satisfaction left him before he scooped you up in his arms. Your body was still flushed, and the heat of it was far more contagious than any disease he could conjure. 

His hands favored resting on certain curves of your figure as he carried you the short journey to the bedroom. Images of those unlucky souls having their lives ripped away were still playing in your mind. When Caesar placed you on the bed, his eyes roamed over you, feeling fairly pleased with himself.

His fingers traced up the softness of your thighs, making you shiver. He grinned down at you, knowing full well the boundless fun that awaited you both.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: A flashback into the love life of Sy and “Bug”, and a look toward the future with Wolfie and Pup.

Warnings: mentions of military deployment, p-in-v sex, creampie, emotional moments

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, guys! And I see y’all reblogging the masterlist for the series. And I thank you so much for keeping this story alive! A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this story. 

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The rumble of that old truck coming down the lane had you leaping off the couch to run to the front door. You swung it open, followed by the screen door; your bare feet padding on the old wooden porch warmed from the sun. You saw your man scramble to park before he jumped out and ran across the lawn to you. You threw open your arms as he took the stairs in one step to meet you.

The feeling of his lips against yours was just like the first time. And after he had been gone for the past six months, it felt glorious. Your arms around his neck allowed your hands to slide over his shaved head. You hated when he got rid of his curls before he shipped out, but you understood that it was less fashionable and more functional.

At least he got to keep the beard that you loved so much.

He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips, and you obliged his entry. He savored every little moan that escaped your mouth, putting on quite the show for his neighbors, who were surely looking out of their windows at this point. They hadn’t heard his truck in months, and now it’s back to annoy them.

When his hands started to wander from your hips to your ass with a healthy squeeze, you knew it was time to bring this show of affection indoors. You broke the kiss and pulled him into his house. He had given you a key shortly before leaving so you could look after the place. You had only been together for less than a year, but you liked where you were headed.

After you are both inside, he pins you against the front door. He’s kissing your neck before pulling away to sniff in the direction of the kitchen. He sighed when he turned around to look back at you.

“I have missed your cooking so much. I’ve missed you so much, Bug. Every night, I wished I could be back here with you so I could hold you close and kiss you goodnight. Every morning, I would wake up with the goal of making it back to you,” he professed, getting down on one knee before taking your left hand in his. “I wanted to wait to do this; I did. But I don’t want to wait anymore. While this ring may have been an impulse buy, I know that yours is the only hand I would ever take in marriage. That is if you’ll have me. What do you say? Will you marry me, Bug?” 

He holds up the ring, and your eyes blur from unshed tears. You truly had not expected this, but you couldn’t be happier. Sy was the man of your dreams. He was funny, loving, and protective; you wouldn’t have picked anyone else to spend the rest of your days with. You realized you had been quiet for almost a minute and spoke up.

“Yes! I will marry you, baby,” you gasped, nodding furiously as he put the ring on your finger.

Standing up, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug before picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so happy to feel his warmth against you again. Once he started toward the bedroom, you knew you weren’t going to be having your meal any time soon. At least, not until after some unfinished business took place.

Sy made love to you, worshipping your body, and leaving hickeys everywhere he could. The man was never subtle in his lust for you. He missed you, and he was going to make sure you knew how much. Rocking his hips into you, he had you right where he wanted you. In between huffs of air and moans of pleasure, Sy kissed every part of you that he could reach.

As he brought you over the edge repeatedly, he talked you through it. Nothing was better than that moment, having him so close as he played your body expertly like he always did. Listening to him grunt as he chased after his release was music to your ears as his hips stuttered soon enough.

Between moaning your name, praising you, and his filthy dirty talk, he had you wrapped around his little finger. Well, technically, he had you wrapped around something substantially bigger…and that’s why your brain short-circuited when he began whispering sweet things in your ear.

“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you look takin’ me so well, Bug. Missed you so much, and couldn’t wait to be with you again. Just like this, watchin’ you fall apart so pretty for me,” he praised, one of his giant hands coming to rest on your tummy while he continued his onslaught. “All I could think of was coming home and starting our little family. Bug, I want you to make me a Daddy. Please, please, please…” he trailed off.

The guttural groan he made as he finished was beastly. And you loved every second of it. What can you say? You were a fan of when men weren’t afraid to be especially vocal in the bedroom, be it moaning or speaking. More often than not, it was Sy’s voice that the neighbors tended to hear when you two were hot and heavy. 

You waited until he had come down from his high to ask about what he said. He rolled off of you and laid next to you, opening his arm so you could lay on his chest. This wasn’t the first time he had brought up starting a family. He had the same idea before he deployed for six months. But this time seemed different. He was practically begging you to get pregnant, and you wanted to slow the brakes a bit. 

But you can’t always get what you want.

“Sy, can we put a pause on baby talk? You only just got back. I want some time with you before I’m knee-deep in diapers and midnight feedings,” you confided, hoping post-nut clarity would come to him.

“So, before I left, it was because you would be alone. And now, it’s because I’m here with you? Come on, Bug,” he scoffed, running a hand over his buzzcut.

“That’s not fair. It’s not exactly like your body is gonna be the one going through changes. And yes, I am worried that you want to start a family, and we don’t even know when you could be called upon. Then what? I just sit here and wait for you to meet your kid after missing my whole pregnancy?” You supposed, picking your head up from his chest and meeting his eyes.

“You’re right, ya know? I might have to be deployed again. But don’t forget that I’m fighting for my country. That’s not easy either. And I would still be providing for you, Bug. Does that mean nothing?” He countered, leaning on one elbow.

“I appreciate what you do; don’t get me wrong. But I refuse to start a family until I feel comfortable enough to do so. I mean, we got engaged an hour ago, and you’re already planning children. I love you, but this is too much for me right now,” you reasoned, pulling yourself up to a seated position and staring at your ring.

He took your hands in his as he sat up. “I love you too, and I want to start a family with you. That means marrying you and having kids together. I wanted it then, I want it now, and I’ll probably always want it. But if you don’t feel ready, I won’t make you. All I ask is that you think about it,” he implored.

You promised him that you would think about it, and he gave you the space and time that you needed. Two whole days spent in your house, ignoring your phone and your life. Two whole days of thinking about how to make up your mind. You’d never wanted children until you met Sy. He would make a great dad, which wasn’t what you were worried about. You were worried about how much time he would get to be a dad. Or whether he would make it back to you at all.

When you made up your mind, you went over to Sy’s house to talk with him. Very few words were said, but the point was made when you gave him back his ring. As much as you wanted him, you couldn’t be the perfect little Army wife that he wanted, and quite frankly, that he deserved. 

You cried yourself to sleep that night, the memory of Sy’s distraught face behind your eyelids. With a heavy heart, you decided to drown yourself in work and forget about love. And it was working so well, at least for a while.

You are awoken by a deep voice calling your name and a hand shaking your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you come face-to-face with a steaming mug of coffee. You sit up fully and accept the mug, looking up to thank who brought it to you.

Sy’s face is neutral as he lets go of the mug. He sips from his cup as he motions for you to let him sit next to you. Neither of you speaks for a minute or two, unsure of what to say. The last time you two shared a bed was pretty eventful, and now it’s the only thing on your mind.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, not knowing what to say.

“Couple hours. Just couldn’t sleep. Went for a run to clear my head, and that worked for about five minutes. Now, all I can think of is the last time you were here. Then, I think of last night and how good it felt to have my arms wrapped around you,” he laments, sipping his coffee before continuing, “Anyway, I figured it would be best if I let that ship sail long ago. But you just had to come back into my life, didn’t you? You don’t make it easy, woman.”

“Technically, if it wasn’t for Liv, I’d still be out of your life. Maybe I should thank her. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you,” you admit, looking into your coffee mug.

“Yeah, thank her for me, too,” he laughs, bumping your shoulder with his.

You giggle, looking up into his eyes. “Do you think we can try and be friends? I know last night was fucking strange. And I can’t guarantee it won’t be weird sometimes. But you’re important to me. You always will be,” you confess.

“Of course, we can be friends. I want you in my life, Bug. And if that means that I had to be a damn wolf to get back to you, then I guess I can live with that,” he jokes.

“You’re a handsome wolf if that’s any consolation,” you say, holding in a giggle.

Sy fixes you with the look he used to give you when you were being bratty, and it still works. You can feel the heat rise to your face as you look down and sip your coffee. 

“Well, look. It’s just about 10. What do you say we stop procrastinating and get you back to your boyfriend before he comes sniffing around? I’m sure he’s beside himself waiting for you. I know I’d be doing the same,” he insists.

“You’re right. I’ll get changed, and we can head out,” you sigh, feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

Sy nods, taking your mug. He exits the bedroom, pulling the door shut, and you hear his footsteps leading away from the door.

You get dressed quickly, your mind running through different scenarios of how this could all go down. Your anxiety level rises when you think of having your first fight with Walter. Unsure of whether or not you are still upset with him, you push all thoughts away and exit Sy’s bedroom.

Sy notes your solemn expression and pulls you into a hug, whispering into your ear, “Trust me, if anything, he’s gonna be so happy you’re back in his arms that I’m sure he’ll wanna be done with this little fight o’ yours.” Giving you a little squeeze before he lets go, he pats your back, and you appreciate him for trying.

Soon, you and Sy are on the road to the cabin. He drives while you direct him on where to go. The closer you get to the cabin, the more your leg bounces up and down. When Sy reaches a hand to rest on your knee, you stop only to start biting at your thumbnail. He pulls your hand from your mouth and holds it for the rest of the drive.

As Sy pulls into the driveway, the front door swings open. You’re suddenly frozen in your seat until Sy reaches across you to open your door. “Go on, now,” he directs, a sad smile on his face.

You exit the truck, gravel crunching below your feet. Walter jumps off the porch, stopping on the lawn just past the house. You look up at him as you approach, your feet moving faster once you see the hurt puppy look on his face. You throw your arms around his neck, his scent strong in your nostrils. His arms wrap around you, picking you up off your feet.

You don’t see when Walter and Sy exchange a nod. A lot can be said in one simple head tilt.

When Walter places you back on your feet, you both start to talk at the same time. “I’m so sorry, Pup, I-” “Wolfie, I’m sorry-”

Apologies give way to surprised laughter, and you rest your forehead against his.

“Gimme a sec, ok?” Walter asked, stepping past you to walk over to where Sy sat in the truck. You watch as they talk for a minute or two, unable to hear what is said. They shake hands, and Sy smiles at you. Walter walks back to where you stand, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you. Before you can speak, he lifts your arm and ducks his head under it to heft you over his shoulder.

“Ooof, Wolfie!” is all you get out as Walter makes his way back into the cabin. You watch over his shoulder as Sy drives off.

As Walter kicks the front door shut, you hear Jace’s laughter at your predicament, followed by a snort from Olivia.

“Good luck, bestie. Have fun!” Liv chuckles from her seat, cuddled up against Jace. 

You’ll have to ask her about that later. Right now, you are being carried upstairs by your boyfriend, who missed you something fierce. Ending up in his bedroom, he plops you down on the bed and jumps you. Leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone and back. All the while whispering how much he missed you.

“I missed you too, Wolfie,” you gasp as he sucks on a particularly sensitive area of your neck.

Putting himself between your legs, he finally kisses your lips. When you moan into his mouth, his clothed sex comes into contact with yours. You feel each other’s body heat, and it’s mere seconds before you are both undressed. 

With the thrust of his hips, you feel his apology. With each kiss and nip, you feel how much he cares for you. He brings you to the brink over and over, until you are an emotional mess that clings to him. You’re impossibly close and you wish you could be even closer to him. Wrapping your legs around his waist tighter, you tangle a hand in his hair as he rips one more orgasm from you. 

You throw your head back, a long whine exiting your throat as you ride out your high. When you bite down on Walter’s shoulder, his hips falter and he buries himself deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his length and every spurt that paints your walls. He fills you slowly but surely, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he comes down.

Rubbing his back, you kiss where your teeth barely made a dent in his skin. His tired groan vibrates through your body, and you can’t help but shiver. His softening girth slips from you, and you both gasp. Walter starts to move off of you, but you pull him back, not wanting to lose his warmth.

He chuckles, happy to be your weighted heating blanket. He settles in with his arms around you until you hear soft, grumbling snores. Feeling his breath puff on your neck, you let out a yawn and give in to your own tiredness.

Everything else can wait for now. You are right where you want to be.

To be continued...

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey, so you seem to be the the All Knowing in terms of twst. With Glorious Masquerade getting a rerun soon, I was looking at the cards.

So what the heck is up with Jamil's freaking hat? I'm sorry but I can't look at it without laughing. It looks so stupid. The closest thing I can think of that matches it is the combined crowns of upper and lower Egypt, but this is the equivalent of France so that can't be it.

While I’m flattered that people come to me with their questions, I want to take a moment to remind everyone that I’m just another TWST fan like you are! ^^ It’s stressful to be considered “all knowing” or a fandom authority 💦 That puts a lot of pressure on me to speak on certain subjects or to interact in a certain way (since people might put too much stock into what I say), and then that ends up detracting from my enjoyment. I’d rather not be put on such a high pedestal, please and thank you.

Now, onto the question!

According to Rollo in 1-13 of Glorious Masquerade, the costumes the NRC students were gifted are “patterned after designs that are over 500 years old.”

If we extrapolate this to real life, the implication is that these costumes have roots in Renaissance era (14th century to 17th century) French fashion. Interestingly, Rollo’s own hat is similar to a tricorne, which was primarily worn in the 18th century… so technically, his hat is more “modern” than what the NRC students wear 😂

So I browsed through records of hats from the indicated period and guess what? I couldn’t find an exact match—though I did find a lot of hat designs that I found way sillier than what the NRC boys have. Like… sorry, what is THAT 😭

Some headwear which bears a vague similarity to Jamil’s hat are the Egyptian combined/double crown (the pschent), which Anon has already mentioned, and the French hood, which was worn by women in the 15th century.

The actual closest match I came across was the mitre, a liturgical headdresses worn by Roman Catholic officials. If you look at it from the front, it doesn’t look like much, but it definitely has the height of Jamil’s hat. But then look closer and you’ll realize the mitre does not have one single flap of fabric, but rather two.

If you take the front flap of a mitre and fold it back, you would probably get something very similar to what Jamil wears. (Note that the black part of the hat is NOT his hair, but is fabric that is part of the hat.)

Considering that Noble Bell College is styled like a cathedral and that the Renaissance era from which the Masquerade Dress clothing derives is characterized by the rediscovery of classical literature, art, and philosophy… perhaps it’s not so strange to see a hat borne of religious associations.

… Why did Jamil specifically get this hat? Not sure, I’m not religious myself so don’t ask me to psychoanalyze him from that angle 😂

The golden part securing the front is unusual and does not appear in French fashion of the time (at least not from what I could tell?). It’s styled like pschent but more likely is meant to be turban-like due to Jamil’s inspiration, Jafar, having the same feather sticking up in the middle of a bulbous hat. You’ll notice Jamil had a “feather” too, albeit metal:

To summarize, I think the design of Masquerade Dress Jamil’s hat borrows from multiple inspirations and not just one/old French fashion. Yana has stated before in a March 2023 interview with the Apple App Store that the cultures of Twisted Wonderland are unique and that the clothing that appears in the game are not “reinterpretations of existing costumes”. She seems to incorporate elements from both high fashion and from a variety of cultures to arrive at the final designs. For example, there are elements of many Nordic cultures in the Apple Pom outfits, and the Pomefiore uniform has a Japanese kimono-like silhouette despite the dorm being based on the the Evil Queen (originating from a German tale). I assume something similar happened when designing the Masquerade Dresses; Yana and co. wanted to combine elements and make something of their own.

Final comment I'll make, the shape of Jamil's hat looks like a kind of dumpling... It makes me hungry.

[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Jump then Fall prt. 5

Thank you so much to @stabbythespaceroomba for cropping the Aeron picture. You're a real gem!

I took a lot of inspiration from a glorious Benji oneshot by @valdezthg Go read it if you haven't already. Their writing is amazing!

Description: Another knight takes an interest in Y/N, sparking Aeron's jealousy, and when a banquet descends into chaos Y/N is left wondering if Aeron's love for her was ever real.

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6

Warnings: Aeron being a lovesick dolt with idiotic tendencies. He's trying his best. Hurt/comfort, angst, female reader. I don't understand basic topography and refer to Stone Hedge as Bracken Hall, I just like it better.

There was a cold chill in the air and a thin layer of mist had settled over the Riverlands. Despite the cold of the Autumn morning, Aeron's heart warmed to see his lady love and favourite cousin settled on a balcony overlooking the training yard of Bracken Hall. She had come to see him despite the inhospitable weather conditions. To see Y/N laughing with his cousin filled him with happiness and pride in her, a sign of how well she would fit into his family as the future Lady Bracken. "Aren't you going to greet your lady? I am surprised you didn't bolt over the balcony railing as soon as you saw her. Alas, I see you're too busy standing like a dolt, staring at her." Aeron glared at Samwell before briskly walking to the base of the balcony and beaming up at Y/N. "Good morrow Y/N, dear cousin. I am most grateful for your attendance." He greeted them both. Y/N leaned over the balcony, shooting him a smile of pure sunlight that seemed to make the clouds break overhead. "Good morrow good knight. I hope you know we expect a good showing today."

Aeron grinned at her teasing "and a good show you shall have ladies." At the sweet sound of Y/N's laugh Aeron decided to take Samwell's advice for once in his life. Using intertwined vines and the railings of the balcony as leverage, he pulled himself up so that that could be at eye level with her, capturing hers lips with his several times before separating from her as he noted his cousin's light blush of embarrassment. He would hate to make his shy cousin uncomfortable and so jumped back down from the balcony onto his heels. With a final parting smile he turned back to the other knights who greeted him with playful jeers at his lovesick behaviour, though none were tinged by any malice.

Aeron's focus was drawn back to his fellow knights as they engaged in mock combat with one another. He was proud of his improvement in swordplay, though he'd never admit to Samwell or his Lord Uncle that Y/N had played a great part in his renewed dedication to the art. He wanted to do his duty as a knight of House Bracken, to Aegon the true king, and to protect his homeland. More important still to him was his desire for Y/N to see him as someone capable of protecting her. He tried not to glance in her direction too often for fear of accidentally impaling himself or his duelling partner in a moment of distraction. But no longer seeing her up on the balcony he whipped around to find her and his cousin in a corner of the training yard engaged in conversation with a knight he had not met before.

An uncomfortable feeling settled into the pit of his stomach as he watched the knight take both ladies' hands to place a gentle kiss upon them. Upon his love's hand, he bristled. He halted his movements and he was lucky that his opponent had the reflexes not to decapitate him. Aeron felt heat rise in his face, his chest tighten, and his jaw clenching as he watched Y/N laughing at something the knight had said, gifting him with an attentive smile which sent Aeron's thoughts spiralling.

He wanted to be the one making Y/N laugh, to be the only man she smiled upon. He wanted to curse the knight for daring to flirt with Y/N, for presuming to touch her but a deep sense of insecurity he had never fully addressed also threatened to consume him. What if Y/N should like this unknown knight to approach her. What if she preferred him to Aeron? Fists clenching as a wave of helplessness crashed over him, Aeron for better or worse succumbed to his anger with the knight. Storming over to stand next to Y/N, he took hold of her waist and glared at the knight whose expression dropped from his former joviality upon seeing Aeron's stony faced expression.

The anonymous knight spoke first. "Good morrow Ser Aeron. Allow me to introduce myself. Ser Renly at your service" with a respectful bow he continued "I must commend you on your swordplay today, your defeat of Ser Humphrey was most impressive." Aeron could not discern whether the knight was in earnest or seeking to antagonise him in a misplaced attempt to incur favour with Y/N. "I am indeed surprised you can comment on the fighting at all Ser, engaged as you are with entertaining my lady and cousin." His tone was laced with suspicion and Y/N shifted uncomfortably at the palpable tension crackling in the air. Ser Renly attempted to diffuse the tension with an awkward laugh. "I am glad to have made your introduction. But I have tarried too long and must attend to my own training." Aeron said nothing as Ser Renly gave a respectful bow to himself and each lady in turn before departing.

But upon looking down at Y/N's face he was immediately struck with an intense feeling of regret and concern for his lady. Her face had turned red, not with the blush he so loved to incite with his affections, but with unconcealed embarrassment, her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she wanted to shrink herself or dissapear entirely. Before he could open his mouth to stumble out apologies for his actions Y/N had grabbed his hand, practically dragging Aeron away from from the yard. She did not stop until they reached the treeline that separated Bracken Hall from the Brackenwood. Wordlessly dropping his hand, Y/N turned to look at him, a look of dissapointment in her eyes. "What was that?"

Aeron's jealousy and anger at the presumptuous knight had yet to subside completely, but he was aware that he acted in a way like to cause his lady shame, evident from the look of displeasure upon her pretty features. "I admit I acted in jealousy. I saw how that blaggard looked at you and I could not bear it to see you grant him your sweet smiles and laughter." Aeron fell down onto a tree stump in front of Y/N, his head falling into his hands, embarassed at his behaviour and prepared to accept any rebuke from his lady.

"And are you displeased with me?"

Aeron looked up in alarm and swiftly began pawing at her skirts, pulling her towards him until their knees knocked together. Placing his head on her abdomen and holding her in place by her hips, he mumbled into the fabric of her dress "Never. It is you who should be displeased with me." Aeron despaired that he had made Y/N believe herself to be the object of his ire, that he could ever be angry with her was beyond the realms of his imagination. "Y/N to me you are perfect. It is not your fault that others see that too. Today I behaved rashly in my jealousy and worse still, made you believe I could possibly be angry with you. I beg your forgiveness."

Y/N slowly brought her hands up to lightly caress Aeron's head. "I will gladly give it. I only ask that you trust in my love for you in future." Aeron looked up at her, a wave of relief crashing over him at her willingness to forgive him so quickly, and he thanked the gods for gifting him with the love of such a gentle and merciful lady. "I swear to you that I will comport myself in a manner becoming of a knight and one deserving of your love for as long as you will have me." A slight frown ghosted over Y/N's features and Aeron quickly tried to ascertain what in his words might have offended or upset her. He watched various emotions flicker in her eyes before her expression settled into one of resolve, he knew not what for.

He stopped breathing momentarily, frozen in place, when she lowered herself to perch on his knee, immediately capturing his gaze with hers. She seemed to measure the weight of her words carefully. "You do not need to persuade me to love you. I have already given you my heart fully and it hurts me for you to act as if that were not the case. As if I did nor love you in equal measure." Aeron had not considered that his own insecurities, his difficulty believing someone as precious as Y/N could return his love, could be hurting her. Even now her cheeks were dusted with a pink blush at the boldness of her actions, and he could not but admire her bravery, as she put aside her own shyness and embarrassment in order to reassure him.

He would not make the same mistake again. He brought his hands, still latched onto Y/N's skirts up to her waist to hold her and keep her from falling, lowering his head to slowly brush his lips against her forehead, then her cheeks, and the tip of her nose. "I am ashamed to have given you pain on account of my own insecurities. You are my love, the other half of my heart." With that he lowered his eyes to her lips before looking into her eyes, silently asking for her permission. When Y/N glanced at his own lips he gladly brought their lips together, pulling her closer towards him with one hand on the small of her back. As Y/N's arms wrapped around Aeron's neck he determined that he should be as brave as his Lady in expressing his love for her, and be confident in offering her his affection however she would allow.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N leaned her head against Aeron's shoulder, an affectionate gesture that always had his heart stumbling, an assurance that she felt safe with him and looked to him for comfort. "I believe your cousin may have a secret lover you know" Y/N half whispered conspiratorially. Aeron blanched at that. Is that why his dearest cousin had been sneaking off so much of late? "What makes you think that?"

"She seemed terribly distracted the whole morning as if deep in thought and blushed when I asked her the cause of her wandering thoughts" Y/N smiled. "I am pleased for her, are you not?"

Aeron grimaced slightly. "In truth I am concerned for my cousin. I should be glad to see her make a match that pleases her. But she is my favourite cousin and I doubt anyone would be good enough for her. But as long as it is not that bastard Benjicot Blackwood then I suppose I have little to worry about" He joked, hoping to reassure her that he shared in her joy for his cousin.

Just before Aeron turned in to his Chambers that night Lord Bracken informed him that he was to hold a banquet within the week for honoured guests. Aeron assumed the aforementioned guests would be squires of The Greens, that this banquet would serve to strengthen their bond with House Targaryen as his Uncle swearing to King Aegon had. Aeron believed in the sanctity of Aegon's cause, appalled by the kinslaying of the Blacks, declaring himself to his uncle as most in favour of this banquet. Though he could not deny that his mind did wander to what gown Y/N might wear, how she might style her hair, and if they would dance together.

On the evening of his Lord Uncle's banquet, Aeron found himself positioned at the door to the Great Hall, welcoming guests to his ancestral seat. His mind had begun to wander as he routinely uttered the standard greetings required of him until he spotted Y/N walking towards him with her parents. Stunned by her ethereal beauty, her lilac dress embroidered with the symbol of his House. He had a hard task schooling his expression in order to formally greet her parents. He wished for their two Houses to be joined in marriage one day and was eager to express his respect for his love's family. Y/N smiled shyly at him from behind her parents, which he happily returned as he welcomed her parents. As she passed by him he secretively brushed his fingers against hers, promising himself that he would let her know how beautiful she looked as soon as he could get a moment alone with her.

As the last few guests filtered into the room, Aeron took his place by his uncle at the head table. He paid little attention to his welcoming speech, eyes focused on Y/N sat several tables away from him, trying to draw her gaze to his. After a while her eyes met his and he smiled back at her, having no intention of averting his eyes despite being caught staring. He wanted her to know how difficult it was for him to tear his gaze away from her, and he enjoyed her light blush in response.

Aeron and Y/N continued to shoot glances at each other throughout the banquet, agitated by the distance that separated them he couldn't help fidgeting in his seat and bobbing his knee up and down constantly as he waited for his uncle to announce when the dancing could begin. He was fully prepared to take the distance at a run and sweep Y/N into his arms for as many dances as she would allow before Ser Renly or another knight had the same idea.

When his uncle finally clapped his hands to command the attention of the room and invite his guests to dance, Aeron shot up before the minstrels had even begun to play. Unfortunately his idiot cousin Edmund had been closer and beat him to it, pulling a reluctant looking Y/N to the dance floor as he watched on. He made a mental note to thrash Edmund later, he did not think his Uncle or Edmund's father would care all that much if he broke his nose.

He watched his lady's face carefully for any sign of discomfort, noting that Edmund seemed to be doing most of the talking. Borish brute. It was only when he saw Y/N's face fall and her eyebrows furrow that he decided to step in and rescue his lady, crossing the distance in a few paces.

"Mind if I cut in cousin?" The question would have seemed amicable enough to an onlooker but Aeron made sure to give Edmund a look that assured him of dire consequences should he argue. Shrugging carelessly he released Y/N, Aeron waisting no time in wrapping his arm around her waist and taking her smaller hand in his. "Of course, Y/N I hope you will consider what I've said." Before Aeron could ask what he meant by that Edmund had stalked away. Turning to Y/N and placing her hand on his shoulder he began to lead them in the steps of the dance. He was relieved to finally be able to hold Y/N in his arms as he had wished to all evening but Edmund's comment had rattled him.

"May I enquire as to what Edmund was referring to Y/N? I hope he did not bother you or behave poorly. I will rearrange his pompous features for you if you like." Y/N snorted in amusement, though he hadn't really been joking, and pressed his shoulder affectionately. "Worry not, I can handle a fool like Edmund. He just likes to meddle. Give it no more thought." Aeron disliked not knowing what had caused the look of distress on his lady's face, but forced himself not to press her if she did not want to reveal it to him. Instead, he made good on his promise to himself from earlier that evening.

"You must allow me to tell you how beautiful you look, I have been driven to distraction all evening because of it. You shine more brightly than any star my love." Y/N beamed up at him and discretly brushed her hand against his cheek before returning it back to his shoulder. "Thank you my handsome knight, and for my part I apologise for distracting you." Aeron laughed heartily at that before placing her hand closer to his heart and leaning down to whisper in her ear "I would gladly be distracted by you for the rest of my days, I can think of no better sight to gaze upon than my lady love." Suddenly twirling her away from his body as the dance required, he raised their arms as she placed a hand on his waist and they spun slowly in the spot. Impervious to everything else around them, they gazed lovingly into one another's eyes.

Aeron had hoped to dance with Y/N again but as the final note of the music rang out he spotted his uncle beckoning him over to the head table at the other end of the hall.

Grabbing both of Y/N's hands he placed a kiss upon her knuckles and reluctantly walked away from her to take his place beside his uncle, who was preoccupied with arresting his guest's attention oncemore. Aeron could not have known that his Uncle's next words would dismantle all of the happiness he had felt that evening, having finally been able to dance with Y/N instead of watch her longingly from a distance. "Revered guests, I have an announcement to make which will bring good tidings to House Bracken and to all those who support the true king Aegon Targaryen. Lord Tully has consented to marry his eldest daughter Roslyn to my nephew Aeron. In so doing we will bind our houses with blood and forge a bond strong enough to finally oust the treacherous Blackwoods who support their false queen. I welcome Lord Tully and Lady Roslyn to our festivities."

Aeron's head turned so sharply in the direction Lord Bracken waved his hand so as to almost give himself whiplash. And there on the other end of the high table, where they had not been before, sat Lord Tully and his daughter. She at least looked just as put out by his uncle's announcement as he surely did. Her face tight with anger she barely repressed.

Time seemed to have frozen in this moment of horror as Aeron frantically looked over at Y/N to see her reaction, and try to tell her with his eyes what he could not across a room of watching spectators. That he was hers alone, that he had no intention of marrying the Tully girl. That it had always been his greatest wish to marry her if she would consent to be his wife. Pain tore through his chest as her expression crumpled and he could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes, before she quickly turned and fled from the room, from him.

Bless the pretty wee Bracken. God love him but he's an eejit and he has a lot of explaining to do to Y/N. Angst incoming.

@lovebabe18 @poppyflower-22 @ithilwen-blackwood @spinachtz @lady-callisto @twistytimesandthoughts @abookloverlawyerfan-blog @mymoonempress @alexandracgg

[evagelieneinthesky]

Reasons why I lovveeee Calypso's Birthday:

1. This casual domestic scene between the husbands:

2. Another casual domestic scenes- but here they are dads....well kinda:

3. My beautiful beautiful Izzy, finally finally doing something for himself. He doesn't understand it, not fully, but he knows it makes Wee John happy. He is curious, he tries it, and it makes him happy.

4. Wee John in this glorious drag:

5. This absolutely tender moment, that has my whole heart:

It is so fleeting, but of such great importance. This scene, oh my god. My heart swells and I am so so happy. I think this was Izzy's way of saying thank you to Wee John, for sharing this art with him. The little kiss is his thank you. And how proud Wee John was of him. Dear God I love this moment.

6. This look:

7. And this hug:

8. Lucius and Black Pete absolutely freaking out on how to help the crew:

9. Stede showing us how he actually is shrewd and turning the whole crew against that Ned Low:

10. Stede making Ned Low walk the plank for disrespecting Ed:

11. And finally: THE KISSSSS!!!!!

(I can't add the pic because I reached the limit)

PS: Sorry about the grainy photos. I had to take them from my laptop.

[self-destructinganimal]

The Lord of Gifts

Celebrimbor chastises himself. A silversmithing vignette

He starts out as something pitiable. Huddling in the rain, tunic barely covering his wounds. He starts out as a rescue. Doesn’t it always start that way? 

Those of us who hear others praying for a sign from the Valar know such entreaties are foolish. They could not be bothered again to come to settle the affairs of the exiled - not since Eärendil have they inclined their gazes towards us, and he was one in a million. 

One in a million. 

It should be enough, the city you build, the people who find happiness here in its walls, the pursuit of art and craft, but somewhere along the way it isn’t anymore. Somewhere along the way you think “one in a million.” You’d like to try that on and see how it feels to wear that, how it feels to be seen wearing such a garment. How it feels to be seen at all, when all the work of your hands is viewed as but a shadow of the giant in whose footsteps you follow.

Then the Valar send a sign. 

Once you would have known such a thing to be foolish, but he comes. And he is burning like a fire, golden like the sun, a lit candle that you should like to fly into. To be consumed by this flame would seem a sacred privilege.

He comes as something admirable. Something that causes the throat to stop up, something that causes the heart to beat faster and you don't even know if you want to worship, or be worshiped by such magnificence. And he brings everything you have wanted in those shameful, hidden, secrets locked away deep within. He brings the right kind of whispered word, the trusting belief, the deference to expertise, and suddenly all that power is in your hands again. All the mightiness of art is in your grasp, all the inspiration to catch the light and manipulate it in your palms. You create something, finally, you create something of worth. 

One in a million. 

Three actually. 

Then seven. 

Nine. 

If you notice him standing behind you and straighten, who would know? If you see he is not in the room when you walk into it and your spirit falls, who would judge? If you catch him looking at you and you can only think of his hand as it brushes yours when he passes the tool, can only see his eyes when he asks the question, can only feel the caress of his breath when he exhales - what is it to the world?

What is it to you?

You know. Deep, deep down, you know. 

But you cannot stop yourself. 

He comes bearing gifts, and baring yourself, you lay down before him. Give him everything. 

Give him the shameful desires to be worshipped and admired, give him the wish to be thought of as mighty. At first it’s only those, then you sell everything. The forge, the peace of mind, the creation itself, even the city - somehow it’s all his. 

You’re piling it in his hands, thanking him for taking it, and he is all beauty and severity, asking for more. 

What more could you possibly give? 

So you bare yourself. You place yourself into his hands. You feel them singe your skin as they close around you. They are too warm, unbearably so - but you knew. 

He has gone from pitiable, a thing to be rescued, to somehow everything, from the moment he said your name, from the moment he entered the sanctuary of the forge, from the moment he knew you knew and still, you could not resist. 

His hands were empty when he came. 

Now they are full of gifts. Everything he has taken. No, everything you have given him. 

“Take it all.” You tell him.

You want him to make something glorious, something that will not be forgotten, something lasting, out of you. 

“But hold me gently.” you beg.

And he is all mercy and tears and pity as he drives the spear into your body. Makes a banner of it. Makes something the whole world will see.

It is his final gift and even this one, he did not give truly, even this one, you gave to him. 

“True creation requires sacrifice.”

...

Celebrimbor sat down at my desk and said, "listen, tonight you are writing for me."

[hotluncheddie]

for @thefreakandthehair spring fanworks challenge! i chose the dialogue prompt “Listen, I’m a fern, okay? I need sunlight.” thanks so much lex for doing this again! so fun!!

(high school steddie, post s2 pre s3, 1.6k)

(now on Ao3 !)

🌱

Eddies Munson is the Marmite of middle ages female teachers. They either take his theatrics and short attention span in stride, seeing that yes he is trying he just needs things done a little differently. That he does genuinely think he’s funny when he spouts his little lines, the joke being aimed at the room and not at the teachers expense. That yes he is trying actually and does want to graduate, a lil’ help maybe? 

They either see that for what it is. Or, they hate his fucking guts. 

The theater teacher, much to his continued chagrin, seems to be in the latter. Which is abysmal, awful. Genuinely soul crushing for one Eddie munson.

Why? Because he needs to pass theater, with extra credit (for being ‘an integral and helpful part of the spring show’) in order to potentially scrape through and pass the year. Having to take senior year again you’d think some teachers would cut you a little slack, even to just see the back of you. But no, not in Eddie's experience. They fuck you over same as always. 

That's how he’s sitting out back on the theater building steps, dying for the cigarettes in his van. But he doesn’t wanna go over there. Can’t go over there, because he's dressed like a glorified shrub. 

‘Oof, what are you supposed to be?’

Oh how wonderful, beautiful, a truly glorious turn of events. Steve Harrinton is here. Eddie rests his face in his hands for a moment and resists the urge to scream. Steve Harrington in his stupid blue jeans and his new stupid glasses that he sometimes wears, which shouldn’t look as good as they do. Shouldn’t fit his stupid pretty face but they do. They do and Eddie wants to cry.  

Squinting up at Steve, who's haloed by sun rays because his giant, massive head is directly over the spring sunshine, Eddie sighs.    

‘I was supposed to be Puc, but noooo I'm the dry ass narrator with no creative freedom.’ He flings his arms up and glares down at the toes of his sneakers. Away from Harrington's big, stupid face. 

Because that's the real kicker. He likes theater, wants to be in the play, but whenever he tries to act the teacher just seems to think he's goofing off. And sure, maybe he took some creative liberties with the audition script. Maybe they’ve been in a sort of stalemate with the tone of voice the narrator should deliver certain lines in. But that's art, man! Interpretation! But the iron fisted Ms Farrel is having none of it. So Eddie has to take regular breaks to seeth.  

‘Puc? like hockey puck?’ Steve interrupts Eddie’s internal monologue, sounds actually confused. Oh to be pretty.

‘Listen, I’m a fern, okay? I need sunlight. so move outta the way would you. you're harshing my mellow.’ 

‘Geez sorry dude.’ Steve moves so he's next to Eddie, leaning up against the building wall. He messes with something in his jacket, moving it to the back of his jeans, then slips a pack and lighter out and lights up, talking out the corner of his mouth. ‘You want one? apology for the mellow? condolences for the outfit?’ 

Eddie rolls his eyes, fights down his smile. That was actually funny, maybe there were genuine reasons this guy was popular. Ones beyond generational wealth. 

‘Apology accepted Harrington.’ Eddie hums, plucks a smoke from Steve’s carton. Tries to steady his heart rate at Steve lighting if for him, leaning in and cupping his hand to protect the flame from the breeze and everything.  

Eddie inhales deep, closing his eyes to savor the taste. Feels a bit calmer now, less like screaming. ‘What are you doing here anyway? it’s Friday at 4, you not got fair maidens swooning for a romp with king Steve?’ Eddie peeks back over at him, sees Steve looking Eddies hand holding the smoke poised by his lips. 

‘Huh?’ Steve’s eyes snap up to meet Eddie’s eyes, ears tinting pink. Weird. 

‘You looking to score huh? Well, not right now, I’m wallowing.’ Eddie rubs at his eyes, glowers at the rustling of his costume.  

‘Oh nah, no, I needed some uh, extra credit. Had to talk to Ms. O’Donald.’ Steve pulls some rolled up papers out of his other back pocket and wiggles them. 

‘Ah a man after my own heart, I see.. Or are you just doing it to get into some Ivy League?’ Eddie cocks his head, sneers at the rich boy.

Steve just laughs, no anger. Scratches the back of his neck. ‘God no, I think I uh, missed the application deadline actually. Had, um, some health issues, so.’ He fiddles with his wire frames, looks embarrassed, maybe a little sad.

Eddie eyes him, The Fallen King. Steve Harrington. Eddie never really had that much of an issue with him. Always paid for his weed upfront and seemed to interact with Eddie with an air of vague boredom rather than, like, wishing Eddie was dead in a ditch. Plus there were those couple parties where Steve was wasted and spent some of the night just hanging around Eddie while he dealt. He was kind of a goofy drunk, kept asking Eddie what shampoo he used, refusing to take ‘whatever's cheapest’ for an answer. So, seeing him looking even slightly like a kicked puppy has Eddie’s “look out for people who know how cruel the world can be” radar going off. He doesn’t know the story but some shit went down with Harrington, you can't cover bruises like that.  

‘Well, don’t sweat it too much. Doubt anyones gonna start calling you four eyes. You’re still the cream of Hawkins crop dude, Ivy league or not.’ Eddie heaves himself up to stand, crushing the but of his cigarette out under his shoe. 

‘Plus, your extra credit looks like that.’ Eddie points at Steve's fist of papers. ‘While mine looks like this.’ Eddie holds his arms out, giving Steve a twirl and ending with a bow. ‘So cheer up buttercup.’

Steve dips his head and chuckles, looks up at Eddie through his lashes, grinning. It’s all sunshine and long days, sun warm skin and freckles. 

Eddie swallows and looks away. Bounces his shoulders against the brick. 

Steve clears his throat, mirrors Eddie’s positions against the wall. ‘Look, there is actually something I want to talk to you about. You run the D&D club right?’

Eddie hardens a little, see Harrington’s pretty chill, especially for the past year. But Hellfire is his baby. Eddie’s baby, full of Eddie’s people. 

‘I do.’ 

‘Right, so there's these kids I babysit and uh, they really like that game. They start highschool in the fall and I just wondered if you’d tell the other members to maybe keep an eye on them? Let them join and like, you know.’ Steve gestures vaguely to the school around them. 

Eddie can't help it, he moves so he’s back standing, facing Steve. Steve Harrington who just asked him to look out for kids, who he babysits for. Wearing glasses and looking like honey. While Eddie is covered in paper leaves and wearing what could honestly be argued as tights. What the fuck? 

‘Babysitter huh?’ Eddie smirks but sees the way Steve squares his shoulders and turns to face him, daring him to keep going. Eddie’s smirk softens to a smile. ‘I’ll let the guys know Harrington. Or, uh, recruit them myself if, you know, the extra credit doesn’t work out.’ And Steve smiles, understanding but there's no pity on his face. 

‘Thanks Eddie, appreciate it.’ Steve tugs on one of his leaves which makes Eddie blush because he's stupid and the straight boy in front of him is being nice. His name in Steve's mouth getting tucked away for a rainy day.  

‘Anytime.’ Eddie says quietly, finally noticing how close they’ve gotten. 

‘I’ll have to come see the play. Make sure to voice how “that narrator really puts on a show, truly spectacular”.’ Steve crosses his arms and brings a hand up to his chin, as if he's some snotty theater critic. Eddie snorts. ‘Butter up Ms Farrel for you.’ and Steve winks. Eddie's breath catching in his throat. 

‘I’d like that.’ Eddie rasps. Lame. Why is he so LAME. 

‘It’s settled then. See you front row.’ Steve smiles, boyish and charming. Eddie swears Steve's eyes flick down to his lips. But he's also willingly dressed as a tree so his judgment can't be trusted right now. 

‘Munson!!’ A voice calls from inside making Steve and Eddie jump, moving so they’re no longer standing almost toe to toe. Breaks over it seems. Eddie is definitely not looking forward to going back in there but, needs must. 

‘Well, uhm, duty calls.’ Eddie steps back. Giving Steve a little two finger salute, turning to go back up the steps. 

‘Break a leg’ Steve watches him go, a little amused glint to his smile. Eddie only trips over his feet a little ascending the stairs.  

Steve starts to walk backwards, towards the parking lot. He raises his voice slightly and Eddie stops in his tracks to listen. ‘Nice seeing you in a different outfit. You look a lot less scary.’ and that amused glint flashes in his eye, like he knows Eddie’s never really been scary at all. ‘I’ve been trying out a new look myself, sort of inspired by you.’ Steve winks again, turning on his heel and Eddie gets a full view of the light blue hanky shoved in Steve's right back pocket.

Eddie coughs, splutters, feels his brain fizzle and the blood in his body moves treacherously to one place. Sees Steve throw his head back and laugh as he walks away, must have heard Eddie choke on his own tongue. 

He needs a moment, slumping back down on the steps. Steve Harrington who babysits. Steve Harrington who's gonna come see his play. Steve harrington who might not be so straight after all. 

Maybe spring is his season.

[idonotenjoyourcompany]

Today, 19th of February, is my birthday

Happy birthday me

Some more personal stuff under the cut. Please note there are some heavy topics involved, but it's important to me

Today is my birthday, but it is also almost a full month since my dad passed away unexpectedly (20th of February). I'm entering the glorious age of my mid 20s, and I can safely say this is the worst fucking pain I have ever experienced in my whole damn life. It's been hard, I love him so much and I miss him every second.

And this is where this stupid blog comes in. I've been into Star Wars for a couple of years, and Nova isn't a new character either. But I never created much, maybe because I had other things to do, like work and school, or maybe I was ashamed of my oc x canon stuff. But I craved distraction in this terrible time. I needed something to put my mind into, so I won't go insane, so I started posting on this blog. Posting my silly Star Was stuff, my silly oc and my cringe oc x canon stuff. I knew I wouldn't gather a big audience, but it was something to do.

And if you're still reading this, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, every singe one of you who stops to read my posts. To like my art. Who took a single glance at my fanfiction. It means so fucking much to me right now. Seeing that even a single person is interested in my stuff. This helps me so much to deal with the terrible grief I'm experiencing.

You're helping me to survive the most terrible moment of my life. If you ever need someone to talk to, to vent, to share something that makes you happy or sad, please message me. I want to be here for you as you are here for me.

I have the support of my family, which I have a great relationship with. I have the support of my friends and my partner, I am not alone in this, but I am still grateful to you. Once again, thank you so much.

I miss you, dad.