#thank you for reading if you do - from the bottom of my heart

[cloudlessly-light]

I love your fics and am going through withdrawal! lol! Would you ever write one where Emily and Aaron are together while he’s training for the triathlon and she puts him on a sex ban for the week before (since he’s not supposed to train/exert himself etc) and he’s all but feral for her?

A/N: Thank you anon, that's really sweet! I hope you enjoy our idiots being absolutely feral for each other hahaha

Title: Nothing on my mind but you Summary: The week before a triathlon you aren’t supposed to train. Aaron and Emily had different ideas of what that meant, much to his dismay. Word count: 5,1k   Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, breathplay, idiots in love, idiots in lust

He’s still winded as he makes his way upstairs towards the bedroom he shares with his wife. Sweat is rolling down his neck, his heart still thumping heavily in his chest. It had been a good training session, but he was ready for a shower.

“Good morning honey.” Emily greets him when he walks into the bedroom. She’s still in bed, sitting against the headboard reading and he smiles at the sight of her in one of his old shirts and his reading glasses on her nose. “Did you have a good work out?”

“Training.” He reminds her and she rolls her eyes at him. “You know you really should get glasses, sweetheart.” He quips as he rids himself of his shirt.

“Why would I when I have yours.” She smiles into a kiss as he bends down. “You’re sweaty, and stink.” Her nose scrunches but makes no move to push him away. “It’s kinda sexy.”

“Is that so?” He smirks and kisses her again and when she sighs into it he deepens it as his hand moves under the covers to feel her warm skin. “Join me in the shower?”

“Is Jack still asleep?” She’s already letting him drag her out of bed and towards the bathroom.

“Yes, but we need to hurry.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her and she laughs into another kiss as he pushes her towards the bathroom.

To Aaron, it was a perfect morning.

*

“So when is the triathlon?” Dave asks as they’re heading home from Utah, another case solved and a team that were exhausted.

“Next weekend.” His head turns as Emily grabs his hand from where she’s sitting beside him.

“Eight days.” She sighs and his eyebrows scrunches slightly at that.

“You have a countdown?” When she only shrugs with a smile he knows she’s not telling him everything.

“Of course I do.” She says simply and he wants to ask more but he’s acutely aware that Dave and JJ are both seated right across from him. “It’s important to you.”

“Well I’m excited to cheer you on.” JJ smiles at them and Dave nods along. “You’ve been training for months, time to show us what you got.”

“Part of me can’t wait until it’s over.” He admits as he relaxes into his seat and makes a mental note to ask Emily about her slightly odd behavior once they get home.

“Me too.” He hears Emily say and he gives her another curious look. Yeah he definitely needed to ask her what’s going through her mind.

*

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He mumbles the next day, his lips against the back of her neck. He had waited for her to wake up, had let his lips graze her neck and as his fingers traced gently against her ribs.

“Morning.” She drawls, her voice raspy like always in the morning. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a log.” He presses a few kisses against the nape of her neck and smiles when she shivers in return. “Turn around.” His hand is moving over her body under the covers, feels the familiar curves under his palm until he grabs her hip to pull her back against him. When she feels him through his boxers she sucks in a low breath and twists enough in his arms so they’re facing each other.

“We can’t.” She bites her bottom lip at the clear confusion on his face. “You’re not supposed to exert yourself the week before the triathlon right?” When his fingers twitch against her hip she smirks.

“Yeah, no training.” He pulls her closer but then he feels her hand on his chest, stopping him. “But no one said anything about not having sex with my gorgeous wife.”

“No training, no exertion, no sex.” She stamps a kiss to his lip when he just stares at her. “You’re officially on a sex ban.”

“You can not be serious.” He tries to pull her closer again but she shakes her head at him. “Emily.”

“Honey,” She cups his face in her hand. “you know how much I love our sex life, and we also know that we won’t be taking it easy. So for this week, we are not having sex, you’re not going to perform worse at that triathlon cause you’re too tired from making me come.” She pushes him until he’s on his back and she straddles his hips.

“This really is not fair.” He mutters and when she laughs he realizes he sounds like a petulant child.

“One week, that’s all.” She gives him a quick peck before climbing off his lap. “Seven days, you got this.”

*

Day 1

It took him another twenty minutes to realize that Emily was in fact, serious. A sex ban. A week without sex because of some ridiculous notion that he couldn’t do any strenuous exercise. He knew that she only did it to tease him, that as much as she would hate this week, he would hate it more and she was finding it enjoyable. Aaron didn’t see the humor in it, because how could he when he was married to Emily Prentiss. She was gorgeous, sexy, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and for the past three years he had gotten to enjoy her in every way possible.

Not to say that they were insatiable and were screwing like two teenagers every day, but there was something about knowing that she was just out of reach that made something inside him react.

“I never said you couldn’t touch.” She tells him as he lingers in the doorway as she’s pouring them both their morning coffee. When she turns she leans back against the counter, a mug to her lips to hide her smirk.

“You’re a menace.” He corners her against the counter and puts his hands on her waist. “And there really is no logic to your reasoning.”

She doesn’t get the chance to respond, the sound of Jack’s quick footsteps running down the stairs forcing them apart. He catches the look of satisfaction in her eye, and he swore this would be the longest week of his life.

Day 2

He is woken up by the sound of his alarm and groggily turns it off. Emily is wrapped around him, her leg intertwined with his, her arm around his waist, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. She’s everywhere and his body has already responded to her proximity.

“Em, it’s time to get up.” He whispers and she makes a noise and only buries her face deeper into him.

“Do we have to?” She makes no effort in moving and he lets himself enjoy the softness of her body against his for a moment.

“Do we have to go to work? I think we do.” He hears her chuckle, a dry, sarcastic sound that he knows she isn’t even aware of this early in the morning. “Come on sweetheart.”

She grunts but still rolls away from the heat of him and onto her own side of the bed. His hand finds hers and she lets him drag her into a sitting position. She wasn’t a morning person, she never had been.

“I’ll put on the coffee, and then I’ll join you in the shower.” He watches as she smiles lazily at him. She really was beautiful in the morning, soft and imperfect, a vision only reserved for him.

“Nice try.” She gets up and slowly makes her way towards the bathroom while rubbing her face.

“I’m only thinking about the environment, we’re saving water.” He calls after her and when she laughs he feels the familiar warmth of it settle in his chest.

“Sure you are baby.” She calls back just before turning on the shower. She’s not surprised when he still joins her only a few minutes later, his lips on her shoulder and hands stroking over her body. “You’re worse than a teenager.”

“This isn’t sex, this is me enjoying my beautiful wife.” He husks and when she sucks in a breath at the feel of him against her backside he can’t help but feel smug. This might have been her idea, but that doesn’t mean that she’d get to have all the fun.

Day 3

Being away on a case forced him to keep his thoughts on the case and not her. Which was hard, even at the best of times. It was ridiculous, the insane want he felt for her. He felt like a child, wanting something he could not have, but the thing was he had her, he knew what she sounded like, what she tasted like, how she looked lost in pleasure. And during the few moments he had to himself those images would flash through his mind.

All he wanted was to bend her over a desk and take her the way he knew she loved. It was all he could think about, how badly he needed her.

“It’s been three days.” She reminds him like he hasn’t been counting down the hours steadily. They were in a precinct in Texas and it was so freaking hot that Emily had decided to take her jacket off. He hated it, because she was showing off her collarbones, a part of the female body he always felt was deeply underappreciated, as well as her cleavage. When she bent forward he couldn’t help but to stare down her shirt, he really did feel like a teenager.

“It’s three days too long.” He mutters back as he reaches for the file she’s currently bending over to hand him across the table.

“You act like we haven’t gone days without sex before, honey.” The amusement is clear on her face, and if there hadn’t been only a door hiding them away from other people he would have grabbed her throat for that. He felt desire simmering in his veins, thrumming steadily and he couldn’t imagine how the next four days would go.

“That’s different.” He tells her and her eyebrow arches as she crosses her arms under her chest.

“How?” She catches the way his eyes drift down towards her breasts and gives him a knowing look.

“That’s when we’ve been too busy, or too tired, but this, what you’re doing right now is-” He stops when the door opens abruptly.

“Hey guys there’s someone calling in claiming to be the unsub.” Spencer interrupts them and just like that, his focus was back at work.

Day 4

They’re heading home from Texas, the case had unraveled quickly. They usually did when dealing with a narcissistic killer. He had chosen to sit by himself in the corner of the plane, blaming paperwork when in reality he needed to put space between himself and Emily. She had spent the night pressed tightly against him, and now all he could feel was her. The smell of something as simple as her perfume was driving him wild and even though he could see the way she was starting to struggle too, she was determined to last the week.

But he was struggling more than her, which was rare. Normally she would be the frenzied one, the one needing the physical part of their relationship more than him. His eyes found hers across the plane and he felt a tugging low in his abdomen when she looked at him with a filthy smirk. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket and he saw her own phone in her hand.

Emily: You’re really going to sit there the entire flight?

Aaron: Unless you want me to fuck you in the bathroom of this plane, yes.

He watches the way her cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink and he licks his bottom lip at the sight.

Emily: Three more days.

Like he needed the reminder.

Aaron: Trust me I know. And you’re going to pay for making me wait an entire week.

She bites her bottom lip at his response and when her eyes meet his again, he sees the same heat he feels reflect in her dark orbs.

Emily: Is that a promise?

It most certainly was.

Day 5

It’s been five days. Five. He’s pretty sure he’s losing his mind, because this is what it must feel like being consumed by lust. He finds himself just staring at her, the simplest, most mundane tasks making his mouth water because it was her doing them. He finds himself tenting his slacks as she bites the end of her pen when doing paperwork, because he knows just what she could do with that mouth. When she unloads the dishwasher later that same day he has to physically grab the edge of the kitchen table to keep himself from simply pushing her tights down her thighs and fuck her right there and then, because he knew what her ass looked like when she bent over for him.

And then she’s kneeling on the floor, cleaning up some of the toys that Jack had forgotten about before bedtime and he watches as she looks up at him behind long lashes and he’s tasting blood from the way he bites down on his tongue.

“You’re so pretty on your knees, sweetheart.” He comments and she immediately flushes. She’s gotten needier too and that’s part of what’s driving him insane. She stays close to him as much as possible, always touching him in some way when they’re alone, her lips searching for his. He might be falling into madness, but he’s pretty sure she is as well.

“Thank you.” She whispers instead of making a smug remark and his suspicions are confirmed.

“Too bad about your little rule, huh?” He stands from where he’s seated on the couch and grabs her chin. “Two more days.”

“R-right.” She stutters and when he lets go of her almost reaches for him.

Day 6

It had been an insane day, they had been called in early. It was local case, a child abduction that despite all odds was managed to be solved that same night, with a child going home to his parents. But because of their day Aaron had barely had time to think about anything but work. It wasn’t until he was packing up for the night that he realized that the triathlon was the next day, he hadn’t been nervous about it but suddenly excitement and nerves twisted his gut.

For the last six days he had been consumed by her, the triathlon had barely been on his mind. It dawns on him that’s probably part of why Emily had done what she did, because she knew he’d get in his head about it. He didn’t have to be the best, he knew he wouldn’t be, but he was also an overachiever and she knew that even if he hadn’t voiced it out loud, he was putting pressure on himself to perform well.

“Are you ready to go home?” Her voice is soft and tired and he didn’t blame her, it had been a long day.

He stands from his desk and wordlessly walks towards her and slams the door behind her before pressing her against it. He swallows up her sound of surprise with a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands are firm on her hips. One hand moves to the small of her back and slips under her shirt, feeling her soft skin under his fingertips. When they break apart he stays close, his forehead pressing gently against hers.

“What was that for?” She whispers as her eyelids flutter open and her arms wrap around his neck.

“I just love you.” He smiles at the way she breaks into a grin. “And I’m so thankful for you.”

“I love you too, honey. So much.” She lets him pull her into another kiss, this one gentler as they enjoy a moment to just be.

Day 7

He’s finished the triathlon and he feels like he might die. He’s panting and gulping down half a bottle of water as his family and friends stand around him, cheering him on. Jack’s handmade sign in his other hand and something he would frame later.

“Pretty impressive, I had money on the swim killing you.” Emily winks at him and he laughs through heavy breaths.

“I practiced.” He grins match hers as she ignores his wet clothes in favor of giving him a quick kiss.

“Hey you guys want to get something to eat?” Spencer asks and the rest immediately agrees.

They all wait as he changes clothes, his entire body was spent, muscles aching but he was proud of himself. He had set a goal earlier that year, to finish a triathlon and he had made it, he had done it. He’s still grinning when he meets the rest of the team at their cars and Jack jumps into his arms.

“Are you okay?” Emily chuckles when she notices that he struggles slightly to carry Jack and he nods.

“Give me a few hours and I’ll be as good as new.”

Yeah, that was wishful thinking.

They get home later than they thought, and by the time Jack is asleep in bed, he’s so spent that he falls asleep on the couch.

“Come on honey, lets go to bed.” Emily wakes him gently and he groans but still stands. He brushes his teeth and showers quickly and by the time he gets into bed his body feels heavy.

“So much for making me pay.” She quips from beside him and he peeks up at her with one eye.

“Just you wait, sweetheart. Jessica has Jack tomorrow.”

He’s asleep before he hears her response.

*

He woke up early, so early it was still dark out. Emily is sleeping soundly beside him and he takes a few moments to simply look at her. He watches her chest rise and fall, sees her nipples through the thin tank she was wearing, lets his finger trail from between her breast to her slender neck. His eyes travelled over her face, from her slightly parted lips, to the point of her nose that he knew she hated, but he loved. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly when he moved closer to her, her dark hair was splayed around her on the pillow, she was beautiful and she was his.

His hand moved down her body again, sneaking under the covers to find the lining of her underwear. One finger trailed below the fabric and Emily sighed lazily.

“Wake up, Em.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then continued further up as he carefully positioned himself above her.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed but legs spreading automatically for him to fit between.

“I’m enjoying my wife.” He mumbled against her collarbone before sucking a mark into the skin at the base of her neck.” His cock was already pulsing, pushing against her through their underwear and Emily rocked gently up against it.

“Honey.” She gasps, whatever else she was going to say dying on her lips when he sucked her nipple through her tank. Her fingers find their way to his short hair as he continues to kiss down her body, still half-asleep as he drags her panties from her hips.

“You’re going to come on my tongue,” He mumbles lowly as he settles between her thighs, his lips ghosting over her clit as he speaks. “and then you’re going to come on my cock.” He nips at her thigh and she sucks in a breath. “And after, you’re going to let me come in that pretty mouth of yours.” He bites a bruise into the other thigh and she whines lowly. “Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” She gasps and only a moment later he’s licking through her.

He makes good on his word and she’s coming gasping his name with hands twisting the sheets and thighs trembling around his head. She’s still coming down from her high when he pushes inside of her, sets a pace that’s hard and rough and exactly what they’ve both been needing for the last week.

“You feel so fucking good, how do you always feel so fucking good?” He mutters against her neck as she starts to tense underneath him in no time at all.

“Harder, fuck baby harder.” Her heels are digging into his ass, her nails are breaking the skin of his back, and he revels in the sting of it. He thrusts harder, and she comes biting down on his shoulder. Later he will press on the bruise she leaves behind fondly.

“Gonna come sweetheart.” He hisses as her muffled moans turns into breathier whimpers and she nods against his shoulder. He pulls out with a groan and moves higher on the bed until he’s straddling her chest and she leans back on her elbows and opens her mouth.

One of her hands wrap around his shaft while she licks the taste of herself from his tip. She sucks hard, lets her tongue swipe across the underside of his cock as her hand twists and when she looks up at him through her eyelashes he comes with a punched-out groan. He’s gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles turn white as he lets pleasure take over as his body jerks and head falls back.

By the time he’s relaxed, Emily has swallowed and is cleaning him up with lazy licks of her tongue.

“That was so good, honey.” Her breathing is still labored as he lays back beside her and she immediately fits herself against him.

“Don’t think we’re done, not by a long shot.” He smirks against the top of her head before pulling her into a kiss, enjoying the taste of both of them on her tongue.

And he wasn’t lying, the moment the door closed after Jessica picked Jack up, he was on her. They didn’t even make it to their bedroom, and instead he pinned her between the couch and his body. He had her naked in minutes, his hands moving all over her body and his lips tasting her skin.

“Jesus Aaron.” She chuckles breathlessly as his fingers move between her thighs, a low hum of enjoyment leaving him at finding her hot and slick already.

“You’re irresistible.” His voice is thick with arousal as he turns her around but keeps her close with one arm wrapped around her chest, his hand finding her throat. The other hand moves down her stomach and he grins as he feels the muscles tense under his touch. His continues down back between her legs and lets his middle finger circle her clit slowly and her head falls back against his shoulder at the feeling

“So wet, already so ready for me.” He breathes against her ear as the hand around her throat tightens just slightly, daring her to move away from him. She nods with a low moan, and her legs spread for him, giving him more room.

“It feels so good.” She gasps and he ruts against her ass and circles her clit with firmer pressure.

“I know, baby.” He smirks against her ear before biting the lobe. “You’re making the prettiest noises for me, I’ve thought about hearing them all week.” His hand moves lower and he pushes two fingers inside of her as he lets the palm of his hand drag over her clit and she moans loudly. “Just like that.”

“Fuck, Aaron!” She feels her knees buckling and she grabs his arm with one hand as the other steadies herself against the back of the couch, her nails digging into the fabric. He knew her body better than she knew it herself, and as he continued to whisper praise and filth against her ear his fingers hooked inside of her as he continued to press his palm against her clit. The heat in the pit of her stomach was already building, her hips rocking into his hands and back against his cock which was straining inside his sweats.

His hips push forward against her ass and she stumbles slightly, stuck between his body and the couch. He only snickers at her and tightens his hold on her neck, feeling her pulse beat wildly under his fingers.

“You gonna come for me?” His voice is laced with satisfaction and she mewls as her hips buckle and her slick walls tighten around his fingers. “One week and you turn into the most desperate little thing.”

“Please, honey please.” She begs and she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck as his cock twitches against her ass. Any other day she wouldn’t give in so easily to his taunting, but it had been a long week, a week without his touch and even though it had been her idea, it didn’t mean that she hadn’t been struggling just as much as he had. “I’m so fucking close.” She pants and his hand tightens around her throat, slowly cutting of blood flow and making her lightheaded.

“Come for me baby, soak my fingers.” He hisses the word against her ear as she starts to tense against him. His hold on her throat loosens and she comes with a guttural groan that shoots straight to his cock. He continues to push his fingers inside of her, groans praise against her ear until her body has stopped shaking and her eyelids flutter open and she’s twisting her head enough to kiss him breathlessly.

“Fuck me.” She gasps against his lips and he hums, satisfaction dripping from the sound. He pushes her forward, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades as he urges her to bend over the back of the couch.

“Insatiable, aren’t you sweetheart?” He teases as he pushes his pants and boxers down his legs. She glares at him over her shoulder but it doesn’t have the desired effect when her cheeks are still flushed and brown orbs clouded by lust. “That’s okay, I am too.” He assures her lowly and slowly pushes the tip of his cock through her folds.

She whimpers each time he bumps against her clit. Her back arches as he teases them both, her entire body needing to feel him inside of her.

He licks up her spine, tastes the sweat on her skin before straightening. One hand wrap in her dark hair and tugs and she moans at the slight pain from it.

“My pretty thing, fucking gorgeous.” He mutters before pushing inside of her with one smooth thrust that forces groans from both of them. The hand not in her hair grabs her hip hard as he sets a pace that he’s sure is too rough, the grunt from her making his pause.

“Do not fucking stop.” She hisses through clenched teeth and she hears his breathless chuckle.

“Like I said, insatiable.” He tugs on her hair and starts moving again and she moans loudly. His hand is probably bruising her skin from his hold on her, he knows they both will have marks on their bodies for days from the way they’ve been grabbing and biting and clawing at each other. He loves it, loves when they’re desperate for each other.

“I don’t think I’m the only one.” She pants and he tugs her head back harder, forcing her to bend further. He’s leaning over her, face sweaty and eyes dark enough to look black as he looks at her flushed face.

“You’re right about that, if I could I’d spend every waking moment having you like this.” He growls as his hips move faster, their bodies creating obscene sounds each time they connect. She groans, her jaw clenching slightly and he feels her clenching around his cock. “Does it hurt?” He hisses lowly and she nods.

“Yes.” She admits, the fill of him always a lot, but the power of his thrusts blending the line between pleasure and pain.

“Do you like it?” He already knew the answer, could see the way her body was reacting to him.

“Yes.” She hisses and he lets go of her hair, forcing her to fall forward over the back of the couch.

“Filthy thing, perfect thing.” He grabs both of her hips and pushed her down against the couch, keeping her there as he continued to fuck into her. It was filthy, feral, exactly what he had been denied and exactly what he needed.

She’s starting to tense only a few minutes later, her slick walls tightening and trembling around his cock as she moans get louder and needier.

���Come with me, let me feel it.” She pleads as the pleasure builds steadily inside of her. Her body feels like it’s on fire, heat spreading through every nerve ending as he pushes her higher and higher. She feels his hips stutter, hears his groan, close to animalistic and she catches his reflection in the TV. He’s sweaty, hair messy and strong body tense as he stares down at where they’re connected. He looks wild, lost in desire and pleasure and the image is enough to make her come with a strangled cry.

The feeling of her coming is enough to force his own orgasm. He comes with a growl, his entire body twitching and cock buried as deep inside of her as possible as they come together in a messy haze of pleasure. His knees are buckling, he’s heaving for breath while Emily stays slumped over the couch, drawing desperate breaths into her lungs.

It’s not until he feels like his legs won’t give out on him that he pulls away from her and she sighs at the empty feeling he leaves behind. He’s gentle as he pulls her up to stand as well and she smiles lazily up at him before moving around the couch, dragging him with her. He lays down and she easily fits herself between the backrest of the couch and his body after covering both of them with a blanket.

“If one week gets you like this, I’d love to know what a month would do.” She chuckles against his throat and he cradles the back of her head.

“Sweetheart we both know you wouldn’t have lasted another day, don’t push your luck.” He teases but there’s nothing but affection in his voice. He presses a kiss to her forehead and she looks up at him, looking sated and content.

“So when we’re old and grey?”

“I’ll be bending you over your walker.” He promises with a smile.

[thevampclaudia]

I’m Piano, and You’re Forte

Lestat de Lioncourt x Louis de Pointe du Lac

Summary:

"Always hungry for the possibility of praise, Lestat was quick to do as he was told; he shimmied out of his clothes clumsily, so desperate to be a good boy that he nearly tripped over his own feet. He cursed under his breath, looking up at Louis through his lashes, silently hoping he hadn’t noticed – or if he did, that he at least found it irresistibly adorable enough to bend him over and fuck him right through that grand piano. Was that really too much to ask? When he saw the look of total disinterest on his lover’s face, he suddenly feared that it might be."

Louis has had enough of Lestat's bratting, and decides to take matters into his own hands...while Lestat plays the piano for him.

Word count: 3,980

Warnings: MDNI - 18+ only, explicit sex, inappropriate use of a grand piano, rough sex, teasing, biting, blood drinking, verbal degradation, choking, degradation kink, bottom!Lestat, top!Louis, praise kink, blood, anal sex

a/n: this was SO much fun to write aside from having to come up with all the onomatopoeia for a piano?! who would've thought THAT would be the most stressful part of this! anyway i hope you enjoyed this filth, thank you sosososo much to the wonderful freaks in the discord server (TIA THIS IS FOR YOU!!!) who inspired this idea and helped me bring it to life <3 (read on Ao3 here)

The evening air was thick with unspoken tension, as the sound of a grand piano rang out through the lavish sitting room of 1132 Rue Royale. Lestat de Lioncourt’s slender fingers danced across the keys with practiced grace. The silvery moonlight streamed through the grand windows, illuminating his golden hair with an otherworldly glow. His face was an expression of serene concentration, as if the world outside did not exist. The notes of the song — something new he had been working on, for an upcoming performance — swirled wildly around him, weaving a spell that was as intoxicating as it was unnerving.

His companion, Louis, stood silently in the shadow of the open doorway, watching him closely. His breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t intended to intrude, but as always, Lestat’s presence was irresistibly magnetic. Louis stood frozen, trapped between the urge to leave his lover to practice his music in peace, and the inescapable pull that had always drawn him closer. His undead heart thundered in his chest as he observed the blonde, the look on his face a mix of curiosity and aching lust.

Lestat’s back was to him, but Louis knew he was aware of his presence. Lestat always knew when he was being watched; he could always feel the heat of Louis’ gaze lingering on his skin. The thought sent a flicker of annoyance through Louis’ mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by a deeper, more primal need.

The music faltered for a brief moment, Lestat’s fingers pausing on the keys before he turned his head slightly, catching the sight of Louis in the corner of his eye. His lips curved into a knowing smile.

“Do you enjoy my music, Louis?” Lestat’s voice was low and teasing, laced with that ever-present edge of arrogance. “Or is there something else that holds your attention?”

Louis stepped into the room fully, standing behind Lestat. He said nothing, only meeting the other vampire’s gaze with quiet intensity. His mind was racing, and his body ached with treacherous need. He closed the distance between them, placing each of his broad hands firmly on the blonde’s shoulders. A smirk spread across his lips as Lestat sighed softly, almost imperceptibly – leaning into Louis’ deliberate touch, whether he meant to or not.

“Your music is... beautiful,” Louis whispered, rubbing his shoulders. His words of praise felt almost hollow in comparison to the maddening longing that brewed inside him. “But you know that's not why I'm here.”

Lestat turned fully to face him now, his fingers still on the piano keys, but he looked up and locked his eyes on Louis’, dark and predatory. Hungry.

“You never can resist,” Lestat murmured, his voice a silken threat – dangerous, but inviting all the same. “You never can stay away from me for long.” Louis swallowed hard, trying to quell the surge of desire that always rose in his chest at his lover’s words and touch. This game of dominance and submission was a familiar dance to the two vampires, a never-ending power struggle that raged on and on through the centuries.

“Come to me, Louis. Let me see how far you'll go this time.” Louis could feel the heat of Lestat’s body, drawing him irresistibly closer, pulling him into his endless, dangerous web of temptation. He didn’t resist; he never could.

Without another word, Louis placed his hands on Lestat’s chest, feeling the coolness of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. He pushed him back gently against the piano, his fingers tracing the sharp curve of Lestat’s jaw before moving to grip his chin possessively, searching for a reaction – anything to crack his carefully maintained, haughty facade. Lestat’s smile deepened, and with one swift motion, he gripped the other vampire’s wrist, yanking him closer – his lips crashing hungrily, desperately onto Louis’ with an intensity that stole the breath from his lungs.

The kiss was fiery, urgent, and full of the aching need that had been gnawing at the both of them for far too long. Louis’ body responded almost immediately, a heat rising within that clashed with the cool, calculated nature of his lover before him. His hands roamed fervently over every inch of Lestat’s body – exploring, demanding, eager to claim what was rightfully his. His fingers tugged at the collar of his shirt, tearing it open, exposing the beautiful pale skin beneath.

Louis’ lips followed close behind, trailing down Lestat’s throat; kissing, biting, and marking him with an animalistic desire. But Lestat was no passive participant. With a low growl, he spun them both around, pushing Louis back against the piano. The wooden surface groaned under the sudden weight, the keys beneath them vibrating with each movement. Louis’ chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his fangs extending instinctively as Lestat leaned in closer.

The older vampire’s lips grazed a scorching path along the nape of Louis’ neck, teasing him mercilessly with his mouth and tongue, and reveling in the way he squirmed. “You’re mine, Louis,” Lestat murmured against his skin, his voice a wicked promise, laced with possessive fervor as his fangs protruded further, sharply brushing against the delicate skin of his lover’s exposed throat. “And I’ll remind you of it again and again…as many times as it takes.” Louis shuddered at the words, his hands tangling in Lestat’s soft blonde locks, pulling him even closer.

The sharp, enticing sting of those familiar fangs at his neck sent a jolt of both fear and delight through him. He tipped his head back, baring more of his throat, surrendering himself to the inevitability of what was to come. Lestat’s teeth sank into Louis’ neck, piercing his skin with a deliberate slowness that made Louis gasp and cling to him even tighter, sharp nails digging into the other vampire’s narrow waist. The sensation was electric—a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure that stole away any hope of coherent thought. Louis tightened his grip on Lestat’s waist, and without warning, he pinned his maker beneath him against the grand piano. Lestat’s back hit the keys with a resounding crash, a horrible, discordant noise ringing through the room. Louis’ lips sought out the curve of Lestat’s throat, now, his fangs brushing against the sensitive skin there before he bit down with bruising force. He drank deeply, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he did.

The taste of Lestat’s blood was intoxicating — a heady elixir he had missed more than he was willing to admit. Lestat whined, clawing at his companion’s shirt, trying to tear it off him in a desperate frenzy. But then, to Lestat’s horror, Louis pushed his hands away, shaking his head. “Louis,” Lestat pleaded, fervently pressing their bodies together. His long, pale fingers weaved through Louis’ curls, gripping his hair firmly with a little tug. The faint sounds of pleasure Louis made as he lapped at the fresh blood weeping from the wound in Lestat’s neck made something feral spark within him.

“Please, mon cher. I need you,” Lestat whimpered softly, punctuating his request with a tender caress of the other vampire’s hair. Their lips met again, mouths crashing together in a fevered, bruising kiss, the taste of each other’s blood mingling on their tongues. Each movement was part of a meticulously choreographed dance, a heated struggle of passion and possessiveness. The piano creaked again in protest beneath them, the room filled with the sounds of their grappling desire.

“I need you,” Lestat repeated, his voice hoarse with the weight of his longing. Louis studied his face, the way he looked up at him so eagerly, his pale blue eyes swimming with unbridled, desperate want. Slick blood — and now drool — still coated his lips and chin, making him look positively feral. Louis let out an amused chuckle, his eyes traveling slowly over every inch of the blonde’s figure, taking his sweet time. He stepped back, clucking his tongue in mocking disapproval at the soft mewl that left Lestat’s lips.

“Strip. All the way.” He commanded, observing him with an unreadable expression. Lestat looked absolutely bewildered by this request, but Louis did not appear to be interested in repeating himself. He felt his pale cheeks flush, hot with embarrassment at his own arousal. If reverent obedience is what his Saint Louis truly wanted, then he was more than happy to play the part of the adulatory acolyte.

Always hungry for the possibility of praise, Lestat was quick to do as he was told; he shimmied out of his clothes clumsily, so desperate to be a good boy that he nearly tripped over his own feet. He cursed under his breath, looking up at Louis through his lashes, silently hoping he hadn’t noticed – or if he did, that he at least found it irresistibly adorable enough to bend him over and fuck him right through that grand piano. Was that really too much to ask? When he saw the look of total disinterest on his lover’s face, he suddenly feared that it might be.

Louis’ apathetic expression drove him wild; Lestat knew in an instant that he needed to please him – needed to be worthy of his attention, any scrap of acknowledgment he was willing to offer. It was maddening how badly Lestat craved him, but even more maddening was the fact that Louis knew. He was painfully aware of the pitiful state the blonde was in, and was cruelly determined to exploit it at any opportunity. And Lestat loved him for it.

The younger vampire crossed his arms over his chest, drinking in the sight of Lestat’s naked form in front of him. Instinctively, he licked his lips, letting the heat of his gaze trail down his bare torso, lingering on his groin. Lestat’s face flushed a deeper shade of crimson, the deliberate vulgarity of the way his companion stared at him making his swollen cock twitch. Louis’ grinned smugly as he noticed the way the tip glistened, already dripping with precum and Lestat hadn’t even been properly touched yet. Poor thing.

“Sit.” Louis ordered, and Lestat was already scrambling to obey, sitting down on the cold, hard piano bench. “Aren’t you going to-” he began, but Louis was quick to interrupt, laughing coldly at the urgency in his voice.

“No, I think I’ll keep my clothes on for this. But it’s sweet of you to ask.”

Lestat was glad he was already sitting down, because those words alone were enough to make him collapse into a puddle of aching, throbbing need. He shot Louis an awestruck glance, struggling and failing to come up with some clever retort. For a rare moment, the Brat Prince himself was rendered completely speechless. Louis picked up the sheet music from where it lay on the music rack of the piano, flipping it back to the very first page. The other vampire held his breath, watching closely, anxiously anticipating his next move.

“Start again, from the top,” Louis instructed, the sternness in his voice making Lestat’s cock jump. He squirmed on the piano bench, his trembling hands resting nervously above the ivory keys. “Y-you want me…to play for you?” He asked, his voice soft, sweet with devout admiration, “Like this?” Lestat swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to Louis again for a fraction of a second before snapping back to the keys. “I—of course I can,” he said, though the slight tremor in his voice betrayed his nerves.

Louis hummed in disapproval. “You’re already faltering, and I’ve barely even started.” Lestat struck a wrong note, and the discordant sound seemed to echo louder than it should have. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing, determined to regain his composure. But Louis was relentless. He leaned in further, his lips brushing the shell of Lestat’s ear. “What if I did this?” he whispered, grabbing a fistful of his golden curls, pulling his head to the side to give himself better access to the crook of Lestat’s neck. Louis inhaled his scent deeply, moaning raggedly into the nape of his lover’s neck. His hands trailed over the other vampire’s bare chest, enveloping him from behind.

Lestat’s playing wavered for a moment as he practically melted into his lover’s welcome touch. And then, Louis stopped. “Louis,” Lestat said, his voice low and pleading. His hands stilled on the keys briefly, and he turned toward Louis, his pale eyes flickering with both exasperation and unmistakable hunger. “Yes?” Louis replied innocently. All Lestat could do was shake his head in disbelief. Any semblance of self control he had left was now entirely gone, replaced with something much more dire. He craved this degradation – worse than that, he was afraid he needed it. The only reply he could finally muster was a whimper. He straightened his posture, repositioning his shaky fingers on the keys, resuming his performance.

“Good boy,” Louis breathed, and it was all Lestat could do not to cum right then, breathless and greedy. He wanted to fall apart under those strong hands, to let himself be fucked, used, and discarded. He wanted to do anything, be anything Louis told him to, if it meant he got to hear those 2 simple, perfect words again…even just once.

Lestat did his best to keep playing, but the harder he tried to maintain his focus on the music, the more Louis was determined to mercilessly fuck with him. “Again, from the beginning,” Louis barked, circling behind him, his footsteps slow and almost threatening. Lestat took a deep breath, his eyelids fluttering closed. He exhaled with a low hum, steadying his hands, starting the song over from the first measure.

Louis was unnervingly quiet behind him as he played, and it only worsened his nerves. He did as he was told, starting again - fumbling over the keys in his growing frustration.

“You know, you’re usually better at this,” the younger vampire chided, his tone low and derisive. Lestat sighed, determined to stay focused on the music. “What’s the matter, Lestat? Are you really this easily distracted?” Louis stood just behind him now, looming there, one hand snaking down to caress his pale cheek in a deceptively affectionate gesture. Lestat chased this touch, nuzzling into his palm, until Louis moved his hand down further, to grip his beloved’s throat.

Lestat gasped, throwing his head back, his fingers slipping off the keys; another dissonant plunk ringing through the room. Louis laughed in response, “Oh, you poor thing, look at you,” he taunted, dragging his thumb across Lestat’s lower lip, gripping his chin firmly and tilting his head to face him. “So pathetic. Reduced to a whimpering, stupid mess, and I haven’t even touched your cock yet. What am I going to do with you?” He clucked his tongue, before drawing his hand back to give the other vampire a sharp, stinging slap across his face, leaving a ruddy mark blooming across his pale cheek in its wake. He yelped at the impact, his eyes welling with red tears, lip quivering as he looked up at Louis, absolutely smitten.

Louis shot back a look of withering disappointment, and Lestat had to choke back the urge to imrpovise a whole original sonata declaring his undying love for him right then and there. He really did feel pathetic. But the urge to be claimed, owned, and disciplined was all too intoxicating, and he had no reason to fight it anymore. He yearned to be a good boy for Louis, and he would do anything for that fleeting approval.

“This is your last try, pretty boy. Make it good.” Lestat nodded with deference, assuming the position yet again. He flexed his fingers over the piano keys before he started to play, slower this time, more cautiously. He glanced at Louis, who just looked bored, which only encouraged him further. Surely he could do this, he thought – after all, he’d been playing the piano since he was a mortal child – but his companion was a distraction he was wholly unprepared for. He kept playing, so far so good, thinking maybe Louis had finally run out of tricks.

Oh, how painfully wrong Lestat was.

Without any warning, Louis moved to stand beside him. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard, thick member – mere inches from Lestat’s face. Lestat let out another petulant whimper, trying with all his might to keep his attention fixed on the music he was playing. Meanwhile, his companion let out a deep, low groan, stroking his cock slowly as he watched his lover struggle. “Keep going,” he grunted, ignoring the breathless whines of protest coming from the blonde.

Lestat scoffed, tossing his hair as he played, doing anything and everything in his power to maintain just an ounce of control so he could get through this song once and for all. It was useless. Louis gasped his name, of course he did, Lestat thought to himself, he knew exactly what he was doing. But the worst part of all is that it still worked.

Lestat turned his head to see the spectacle, abandoning any remaining hope of being able to make it through his song. At this point, he didn’t care if he did. He needed Louis right this second – the tension was too much to bear, and his leaking cock throbbed, desperate for any acknowledgement at all. Cruel as ever, Louis refused to give it to him.

“Stand up, and bend over the piano. Now.”

The blonde vampire gulped, immediately following directions - the one thing he seemed to remember how to do at the moment, and even that felt like a miracle. He felt exposed, completely vulnerable to whatever Louis wished to do with him. The feeling was intoxicating, and the threat of what came next sent a sick thrill through him. He bent over, presenting himself readily. “Such a perfect little whore,” Louis mused, and Lestat had to brace himself, gripping the edge of the piano for support so he didn’t keel over right where he stood. “So needy…tell me how bad you want it, virtuoso. Beg me to fuck you right here on top of your instrument.”

Lestat’s back arched as he let out another faint, strangled whine. “Please, mon cher,” he begged, his voice breaking as he cried, “please fuck me. I need you inside me so badly it hurts.” Louis merely laughed in reply, grabbing his lover’s throat again, more aggressively this time – choking him slightly. Lestat didn’t struggle at all, content to let the other vampire manhandle him. “Not convincing enough,” Louis practically spat back at him, tightening the grip on his neck incrementally, “Beg. But make it believable this time.”

“Louis,” he pleaded, his voice strained as he struggled to get the words out, “Please, please, please. I need you,” he gasped, “I’ll be a good boy, I promise. Just fuck me, please. I need you to use me up.” He was disgusted with himself. He loved it.

“You talk too fucking much,” Louis protested, tired of waiting. He grabbed a fistful of Lestat’s golden curls, bending him over further, shoving his drooling, blood-stained face down onto the piano keys with another CLANG. Lestat groaned breathlessly through panting lips, watching hungrily as Louis bit down on his own fingertip, drawing blood. “Open.” Louis commanded, not waiting for a response as he shoved two curled fingers into Lestat’s waiting mouth, deep enough to make him gag. “Suck.”

Of course Lestat did as he was told. He moaned greedily, swirling his tongue around his lover’s fingers, tasting the sweet red nectar that filled his mouth. He sucked hungrily from the source, lapping at Louis’ digits, slurping and whining as more pink-tinged drool spilled from his lips to coat the ivory keys. He felt absolutely pathetic, reduced to a crying, trembling, writhing mess; behind him, Louis positioned his hips at his entrance, absentmindedly rutting against him.

Lestat arched his back, craving, no, needing more —but any plea he could muster was silenced by his companion’s fingers. Louis finally pulled them out with a vulgar, wet pop, and the room was filled with the sweet, pitiful sounds of his maker’s frenzied pleas. “Fuck me, Louis,” he groaned hoarsely, too far gone with need to beg anymore. The other vampire used the pinkish spit that still soaked his fingers to slick his cock, pumping himself steadily, his swollen tip already pressing at Lestat’s hot, needy opening.

He slipped one finger inside, then two, working his companion open, readying him for the brutal fucking he was about to receive. Lestat clenched on his fingers, begging him for more, and Louis curled and flexed his digits deeper until he pressed against his most sensitive inner space, that sweet little bundle of nerves that made Lestat quiver and shake. He cried out when the other vampire removed his fingers, but his keening was quickly replaced with blissed-out groans as Louis gripped his hips with bruising force and finally thrust his cock into the blonde’s tight, wet hole.

Lestat gasped as Louis yanked at his hair, shoving his face back down onto the piano keys. He held him in place like this as he fucked him, keeping a firm grip on his golden hair, driving his cock in and out as Lestat sighed helplessly, unable to string together a coherent thought. Louis preferred him like this. His face slapped against the keys in a discordant CLANG with each thrust, only adding to the humiliation of the whole affair.

Lestat felt his back arch off the piano as he was stretched deliciously to his limit, taking each thrust of his companion’s cock with a satisfied purr. “You like that, don’t you?” Louis snarled as he quickened his pace, “Bent over your fancy fuckin’ grand piano, writhing and panting for me like a bitch in heat…” Another low, wanton moan left Lestat’s drool-slicked lips at this, and Louis gasped, fingernails digging into the other vampire’s pale hips as he plowed into him mercilessly, not letting up for a moment.

“I asked you a question,” Louis huffed, and Lestat threw back his head – all he could manage was one long, loud “Fuuuuuuuck.”

His companion just laughed. “Figures,” Louis quipped, “You’re all talk out there, but we both know how needy you are for me. Look at you, so fucking achingly horny you can’t even answer a simple question. You can’t think about anything else, can you? The only thing in that simple, pretty little head of yours is how fucking good my cock feels inside you, using you up.” Lestat nodded, his lids fluttering shut as his eyes rolled back.

“Try again, but use your words this time.”

“Yes–” Lestat finally managed to stutter out, “yesyesyesyesIneedyousofuckingbadpleasedon’tstopIneeditIneedit I NEED IT-” his answer came out in one continuous string of breathless cries that was almost intelligible. By some miracle, this seemed to win his Saint Louis over.

“Good boy,” he murmured in approval, and Lestat’s whole body quivered. Fuck, it was glorious. It was all he ever wanted to hear. He knew he would be chasing this high from now on – and he wanted to be angry about it, but oh God, did it feel incredible. He was a good boy. Louis’ good boy.

Louis could barely hold back at this reaction. After a few more pumps of his throbbing shaft into Lestat’s ass, he finally climaxed with a gravelly moan. His hips twitched as he filled his lover with every drop of his hot seed, panting as he felt him trembling beneath him.

They were both utterly spent, but Lestat turned to look at him with a gleam in his eye. “I was good,” Lestat breathed in disbelief, “I was a good boy…So I get to come too, now, right?”

Louis laughed, kissing him sweetly, tasting the blood that remained on his lips. He just shook his head.

“Oh, you’re so cute, Lestat.”

[the-morningstar-family]

Does Willa have a will?

Alastor, Lucifer and Doctor Chaim sit in a room, after he looked over Willa once again. The air is tense, because they know what is coming.

Dr. Chaim: “As you can imagine; I have quite sad news”

The king takes Alastor's hand, who squeezes it.

Lucifer: “We're ready.”

Dr. Chaim: “I am sorry to say that Willa's condition is deteriorating more every day. And while I cannot say with a hundred percent certainty… I do not think that she will live beyond the end of the week.”

Alastor's ears droop, face relaxing with an acceptance of woe, looking sorely disappointed by the universe. While Lucifer looks at the Doctor with pleading wet puppy dog eyes, as if he decided it and isn't just notifying them.

Dr. Chaim: “When Willa had still been able to talk, she asked me to hold on to this, until she is close to death.”

He slides a small paper stack over.

It is a will. Between the official papers that have been filled out there is also text, handwritten by her. The king's small hand hold them with care, despite the shakiness. Alastor has long since buried his head in the blind head, peeking over just enough to read the contents as well.

The Will:

“Dear Friends and Family,

It is a strange feeling to be writing about one's own death. Especially when being aware of how soon that Future will arrive. I am keenly aware of the many Birthdays I will not attend, of the Sinmas celebrations that I won't be part of, how many New Years Eve's will come by without me.

I have been rather fortunate in life, though. I had a wonderful mother, who had been nurturing and loving despite never receiving the same in her childhood. I am lucky enough to have a wonderful son. Bright and curious despite the challenges he has faced since the day he was born. And I am most grateful for the bonds I have been able to make with the residents of the Hazbin Hotel.

Not only have you extended incredible kindness to my son but to me as well. And the second you knew of my condition, you took care of us both. Please allow me to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am afraid there are no words that will ever be enough to articulate these feelings. The ones of love and care despite the difficulties increasing every single day. For every time I fell, and you to pick me up, for every time you wiped my drool, when my body would not let me, I want to express my deepest gratitude. I wish, for all of our sakes, that I could be staying longer. But it won't be possible. And for that my heart aches, and I am so fortunate, to have people who's heart have ached with me, and will continue to do so.

I feel a little selfish asking for more. However, there are a few things I would like to address, before I am unable to.

Again, I am fortunate, that you already treat Felix like your own. I am so very glad to know, that my dearest boy will be safe and sound. What I want to ask you is, to not stop. To treat all of your children to the best of your ability. There is no shame in imperfections, but please, treat them with the care they deserve.

For my funeral I don't have many requests. A small goodbye for all of us is more than enough. I would like to ask you to make sure that everyone can have their goodbyes how they need to have them. Anything beyond that is of little importance.

Thank you, for all you have done. I could not have wished for better company.

And to Felix:

My dear lovely boy. When I first held you, I was completely overwhelmed and so incredibly happy. That is why I named you Felix, because I felt incredibly lucky to have you.

And I am so sorry to leave you. I love you with all my heart. I already miss you, yet you are still in my arms every day.

I wish I could see you grow up. See the person you will become in ten, twenty, thirty years. But I will not even make to next year.

But know, that I love you. And that you are loved, when I am gone. Remember, that to me, you will always be my most wonderful child.

I love you.

Goodbye.”

[alicenpai]

my piece for the Hemisphere: a Witch Hat Atelier seasons themed zine! thank you for having me! they're having a leftovers sale until stock runs out 🖋🍀🌷🍁❄🌧 WIPs + inspiration board + symbolism under the cut! got some requests to put this on my inprnt! the site has sales very often & you can grab it as a small or big size print.

I had a pretty good idea of the composition from the get-go. I took inspiration from art nouveau (primarily Alphonse Mucha), German fairy tales, and some 1920s perfume ads. I wanted the girls to look like fairies, akin to The Root Children by Sibylle von Olfers.

Olly just didn't work out in this drawing due to time restraints. I do love him very much though.

I actually kinda stopped making illustrations like these (including the TGAA/DGS tarot card + TGAA/DGS zine pieces a while back) because they were starting to get very hard on my arm, as I had an RSI (repetitive strain injury) a few years back during school. (Not putting the onus on the zines at all ofc! I genuinely love working with zine projects! it's def a me thing WAHAHAHA. my style was getting too anime and too detailed for my liking and everything was just taking forever to finish ngl. but I didn't have time to experiment with a more simple style outside of all of my deadlines)

I think that realizing you need to stop is okay. It's something that Shirahama teaches us in her story and I want to learn to take it to heart.

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MILD SPOILERS AHEAD (for those who havent read the story I guess)

each character's symbolism:

- Coco - spring, clovers - Coco is the quintessential spring girl, and I wanted her to symbolize new beginnings, and oh boy did Coco bring a big one. The four leaf clover in particular symbolizes luck and good fortune - to some characters, Coco may have brought fortune, to others her presence brings misfortune, take that as you will.

- Tetia - summer, gladiolus - the name "gladiolus" comes from the Latin word "gladius", meaning "sword", based on the shape of the flower. you can interpret it as "you pierce my heart", perfect for a girl like Tetia, who has a contagious energy, with a romantic and grandiose nature.

- Agott - autumn, marigold - I read somewhere marigolds symbolize strength and power, perfect for our little magical powerhouse Agott. They can also symbolize jealousy (yellow flowers in particular have this association), which reflects on her rivalry with Coco in the beginning.

- Riche - winter, snowdrop - The white color of snowdrops has a strong connotation to innocence, which reflects on Riche's wish to stay a child forever. It can also symbolize rebirth and new beginnings (like Coco's clovers), as the snowdrop is the first flower to bloom in the spring, when the snow has not yet melted. I wanted the concept of "rebirth" to associate with Riche's friendship with Euini, and of his sort of "rebirth" into a new being.

- Qifrey - he does not have a flower per se, but as the caregiver and educator of the four girls, he represents the rainy season - precipitation being the one thing that binds all of these seasons together. (Note some areas of the world do not have a rainy season like where I live). I think somewhere along the line I wanted to put hydrangeas behind him, to really bring out the "rainy" theme, but the thought probably got lost somewhere in translation...

- bg flowers - honestly I just picked whatever. white lily, daffodil, hydrangea, zinnia, tulip

[sunnemona]

☆2024 has been so difficult for me, and i want to end the year off on a high note by thanking everyone who’s been there for me through it.

☆thank you for talking to me. thank you for listening to me talk to you in return. thank you for staying on vc with me to play games or talk or draw or cry together. thank you for keeping my secrets. thank you for telling me yours. thank you for the gifts you’ve given me. thank you for the advice you’ve offered when i needed help. thank you for the silly messages you've sent me unprompted—it is so joyous to be remembered when i’m not around. thank you for making me feel safe. thank you for letting me stay by your side. thank you for staying by mine.

☆the passage of time is so scary to me, i think. once things are over you can never get them back—all you can do is move forward and hold the memories close to your heart. thank you for the memories you’ve given me, i will treasure them eternally. i am so happy that we get to keep moving forward together, from one year into the next.

☆to kia, diggs, casey, and everyone in sweaties gang; to wewa and rei; to lorel; to eliza and mitsu; to wiz and corbell; to alex, nash, geddon, and paperd; to worm and goldie; to candy and ashe; to haze, mono, benji, and chasm; to my partners (sasha, robin, and keith); to steel; to michael, and to collie;

i am so grateful i know you. i am so grateful we exist here, at the same time, together. thank you for everything. i love you, i love you, i love you.

@dreemurr-skelememer @digglesgiggles @megaloserrr @lollipopz-shop @popiplant @aoartmthebitxh @s3-izures @otterbup @kuvlarstuff @heartstitched @thiccsys @b0tanicalb00ba @popiplant @rushroulett3 @wewawoomp @dagwmeno @onlyplatonicirl @elizakai @swiftmitsu @wizb1z @calciumdreams @psycho-chair @nashdoesstuff @unknownarmageddon @canine-teethed-sheets @fishfrypi @candy-cryptid @narrators1and2 @hazerun3 @monolite001 @bonejello @chasmbreach @xyriscomplanata @livinganime14 @paddinglily @corvidmellow @lambradire-art @hackrusty

♡

[shalaaex]

Thank you cass, your series has really created such a happy little fandom that I find is not my safe space. You have inspired thousands of artists and if it weren’t for you. A lot of people wouldn’t be where they are now. I’m excited to see what else you make, rise or not. You’re an incredible person and I’m glad I was able to follow along this comic. It truly gave me something to look forward to.

Thank you, cass

‘I’ll be grinding a conclusion animatic…

[warmfuzzyanimal]

Hello everyone, I really don't like asking for it, but it's undeniable that me and my housemates could use some help. We live in a very conservative area, and all of us are visibly queer. We're trying to raise funds to move somewhere safer, but the only way I can earn income safely is through art, as I've been threatened or put in harm's way due to my apparent trans-ness at every place I've worked at. My roommates face similar tribulations, living in the public eye here is simply unsustainable. There's more info on the going-ons of our situation in the gofundme, but if you can't afford to donate, sharing this post, my commission post, or the gofundme on my other social medias does so much in the way of getting us out of here.

if you'd rather donate directly, my paypal and kofi.

We are extremely appreciative of any help we can get, shares makes a huge difference.

AND, for your time, an image of our cat, Mr Mayor, who you would also be benefiting.

Thank you.

[timeforaciggy]

These Spencer requests are genuinely helping my creativity. I’m honestly so happy to see them show up! I was not expecting anything a day ago but overnight you guys surprised the f outta me and are amazing!

I’m already working on them and couldn’t be more grateful. I’ve been stuck in a writer’s block for SO long, I’m so excited to start writing these :,) I only have a few requests but that’s INSANE for me.

Thank you for submitting and please don’t hesitate to request! I’m so happy to see ya’ll show up and ask for my writing you’re so sweet and I can’t wait to fulfill all of them! My turnaround rate for requests/prompts/fics can be a bit delayed I’m very busy with life, but I pinky promise I always try my very best to put my all into my writing and create exactly what you want!

Also, don’t be afraid to be specific or picky! It helps me curate my writing and your requests so much! (I’m already writing one and I’m having so much fun)

[nonconstories]

Someone pissed me off a couple of days ago

So! Below are several links to programs and foundations that promote adult literacy! Hundreds of millions of adults world wide were failed by their education system and now must fend for themselves while trying to read contracts and hospital bills and infographics from the CDC. But they don't have to be alone, and it is never too late to learn!

ProLiteracy: A network of educators, researchers, and advocates which provides research reports, learning materials, and other support to adult education programs. They assist with connecting volunteers to local programs and provide guidance and support to community leaders trying to use their programs' findings to advocate for social and political change.

Adult Literacy League: An adult education program in Central Florida, which aims to provide students with one on one attention to foster growth and confidence. It also offers English Second Language courses and job skills training, and each new student receives a comprehensive assessment to determine the best plan for them.

Saint Vincent and Sarah Fisher Center's Foundational Skills Program: A 100% free adult education program aimed at adults reading below a fifth grade level. It operates year round and is either in person or remote, and they now have a GED testing center that is open to students and the public alike.

Washtenaw Literacy: A free network of trained tutors for adults in Washtenaw County, Michigan.

Adult Learning Program (Las Vegas/Clark County): Free education classes to those lacking a high school diploma, those seeking to learn ESL, and adults who read below an eighth grade level. Also assists in students' search for gainful employment. Nevada got so fucked by COVID and the education/literacy numbers in the South West are grim. Please help these guys.

Hawaii Literacy: In addition to helping adult residents of Hawaii Island learn to read and write AND bridging the education gap in Hawaii's underserved children, they offer computer literacy classes, ESL classes, and a bookmobile. 1 in 6 Hawaiian adults struggle to read and write.

[httpiastri]

dear everyone,

a while ago, i hit 1.5k followers on this blog.... i didn't want to get too sappy but i really wanted to write something, so:

the fact that over one and a half thousand individuals follow me is truly insane and too much for my little brain to grasp. i want you to know that i'm so extremely thankful for each and every single one of you and this makes me so so so happy. this is way more than i ever had expected when creating this blog.

i made this account back in june purely for my own enjoyment; i created it mainly because i was disappointed in myself for having stopped writing, since writing has been such a big part of my life since forever. ever since i stopped writing about kpop, i had barely written anything at all... i made this account just for fun with no pressure and no expectations, and before i knew it, this blog turned into something so special for me. the blog, all of the people i've met through it and all of the moments we've shared, all mean the world to me.

honestly, i'm not sure what i would do right now if i didn't have this blog and this community. these last few months have been pretty rough for me, but i've always been able to come back on here and gain a smile or some laughter. you've all helped me so much, even if unintentionally – every single interaction helps me push forward. i'm eternally grateful for every single like, comment, reblog and ask i've received on here, and your kind words really do mean the world to me. i don't know where i would be without you.

i hit 1k a while ago but didn't celebrate it properly, so i decided to make an 1k/1.5k-celly that i will be releasing soon (when i have more time to actually write)(hopefully at the start of december). please stay tuned!

and once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so so so much. you truly are the best. 🧡🧡

[depression-napping]

(My time has come to post this, lol)

I Know What’s Beneath the Snow Fields by Zahra

Ok, quick poll Vincent/FFVII fans. I need to know.

I’m extremely biased about this fic because I’ve lived with it for so many years and I love it so much.

I started reading it when I was about 10-11 years old (about 20 years ago) and continued following it for regular updates for the next 5 years.

I saved the entire thing on my computer and even printed it out so I could read it during school 🤦‍♀️ I still go back and reread it occasionally even now.

This fanfic definitely changed my brain chemistry. I’d wager it’s probably 90% of the reason I got so obsessed with Vincent. 100 chapters of the best characterization of Vincent (and the Turks) anyone could ever ask for. Also featuring an OC that serves as the best foil to Vincent’s character than anything the Compilation has bothered to put together. (If you are looking for accurate depictions of Cloud or Rufus, though, this is not the fanfic for you, lol.)

It is a Vincent x Aeris pairing on the surface, but honestly it isn’t what you think—I can’t say more without spoiling the plot.

Honestly, I kind of regret that Dirge of Cerberus was not more like this fanfic (thoughts on the ship aside) because this fic does a better job at exploring and resolving his themes and even provides character growth that DoC did not really do.

If you haven’t read it, and you’re a Vincent fan, I highly recommend it.

[insertawkwardpeacesignshere]

I use cc and the closed caption said: “I used to be called the f word more times than I can count but now I’m a f*ggot with a Tony”

[unriding]

Me sneaking into your asks with this drabble:

Disclaimer: I have yet to get a good grasp of Moze's character so this might be a bit OOC and on your side as well (sorry). I did my best. Also, this was inspired by the post you made abt telling Moze your tasks for the day | 600+ words (not proofread)

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In Moze's eyes, you reminded him of a dog catching a case of the zoomies.

You were quite literally everywhere. He'd find you talking to someone one moment before you're rushing off to do something else entirely the next. It seemed like you had quite a lot on your plate as of recently. Tasks, things you wanted to do, and so much more spinning around that mind of yours. You've told him a bit of your plans so he has a general idea. But seeing you juggling all of those tasks at once makes both admiration and concern bloom in his chest.

One time, Moze found you carrying a box filled with items. It would've been amusing to him how comical it was that the items piled so high— he could barely see you behind it. However, he did worry right after given how you almost tripped over something. He managed to catch you and the items before both came crashing all over the floor.

He insisted on helping you carry the items to wherever its destination was. It took a bit of pursuasion on his side. Convincing you that it truly wasn't a bother to him at all, and that he'd be very much glad to be of assistance to you.

"I need to get these delivered first. Then go stop by the shop to buy some things. After that…" You go on to ramble about the things you had to do to help get a better vision on what else you had to do. "Oh, no… I messed up." The smile on your face dropping at the thought that had slipped your mind until that moment. "I forgot to invite Jiaoqiu to dinner with the others—"

"It's tomorrow evening, right? He knows. I mentioned it last time when I spoke to him." Moze says with a calm tone.

You blink at him, slightly caught off-guard by the man beside you. Though it's immediately replaced with relief and gratitude. The smile on your face already back, lighting up your features once more. Infectious as always, it makes the corners of his lips tug upwards as well. A small part of him feels quite proud to have been able to help you ease your worries even by a bit.

And this is when you start noticing it.

Did you mention that you're running out of a certain skincare product, but you can't find the time to stop by the store to buy it? Moze conveniently has to stop by near the store and buys it for you. Did you also mention that you wanted to do a certain task but keep forgetting about it? He gently reminds you about it via message or verbal if he's nearby. Did you also happen to mention that you've been meaning to try out a certain desert from a cafe, but the schedule simply doesn't seem to allow you? No fear, he passes by the store to buy you the treat.

Moze doesn't see you as someone incapable of handling things by yourself. To him, he simply sees it as a way to show his care. If making a quick stop somewhere, sending you a small reminder of something you had to do that day, or even helping you out with the tasks you need to accomplish, makes you smile? Gives you a chance to take a break? Let you worry less about the things you need to do? It's worth it in his eyes.

He does his best to avoid making you feel like you're bothering or troubling him (you really aren't). Most of the time, he does them discrcetly and casually. Partially, since he's also scared that you'll think he's weird or a creep for acting like that.

Please don't think of him badly.

Moze truly means well.

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[zestyaahbutler]

How I'm feeling after reading people's tags on my oc stuff

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

no usual post this week, just wanted to say that this last Sunday was actually the tenth anniversary of me finishing A Tale of Two Cities for the first time — and that although (due to a variety of life circumstances) I regrettably didn’t have anything prepared to post for this specific day and anniversary, I’m so grateful that after a full decade now, I still find such joy and now community in continuing to engage in a social context with this book that has had such a profound impact on my life — and the lives of all of us reading this here — in so many ways.

Basically, thank you all for being here with me! Can’t wait to keep celebrating our collective appreciation for the novel through my work here on this blog!