#thanks for indulging this old owl

[nightowlwoman]

My Thoughts on a Spring Snowstorm in Maine.

In case anyone was wondering where I've been the past few days -- Maine (where I live) was hit by a massive Spring Snowstorm that started late in the evening of Wednesday, April 3rd, and continued until mid-day on Friday, April 5th. In our area - somewhat northwest of Portland - the accumulation of heavy, wet snow amounted to 12" to 15".

We lost the power (along with some 300,000 other households) some time in the early hours of Thursday, April 4th. Repair crews made it to our street this morning and electricity was restored to us by 10:30 a.m. After a bit less than 3 days managing without electricity, heat, running water, a functioning septic system, hot coffee and, of course, internet service and other modern amenities -- my husband and I were very, very happy to be returned to the 21st century!

However, I have been reminded, once again, of all the people in this world of ours who are struggling to live without what we consider the basic necessities of life - much less the modern amenities and comforts we are so fortunate to enjoy. My husband and I had food to eat that didn't need cooking (PB&J, bread, cheese, muffins & raisin bran cereal), bottles of clean water, flashlights and candles and extra matches and batteries. We had plenty of warm clothes for layering and extra blankets for warmth when we went to bed. We had a sturdy roof over our heads and felt safe in our dark and quiet neighborhood. Most importantly, we had the knowledge that there were people working out in the storm to fix things and the absolute certainty that in a few days, at most, things would be returning to normal! How awful it is to know that so many people in our world today have none of these things and, tragically, little to no hope of their lives returning to the normal they once knew. Solutions are neither easy nor simple - what is necessary is good will, kindness and generosity of spirit and action from most of us - not just some of us. I persist in clinging to the belief that while there is life, there is hope - but sometimes the world makes it very hard to continue to believe.

The worst thing about this last hurrah of Winter given to us as a slightly tardy April Fool's gift by Mother Nature is the terrible damage done to the trees and shrubs and plants - all budded and waiting for Spring warmth to open - to leaf and flower. My neighborhood is filled with giant pine trees - very old and straight and tall. The ground is now covered with their branches, from small to huge. The maples and oaks and birches fared little better. When the snow finally melts, the sound of many people and their chainsaws clearing it all will fill the air. From my kitchen window, I can see a huge pine now missing its top half - snapped like a matchstick! Amazingly, it didn't fall on the house that sits near it. I don't think the tree can survive that damage, but it will require a crew of professionals to safely take down what remains.

The smaller plantings also were heavily damaged. A row of small-leaf rhododendrons that we planted nearly 40 years ago - that have survived countless snow and ice storms over the years - are lying bent to the ground by the weight of the snow. Far too many of their branches are snapped and broken away - it remains to be seen what may survive of them and be salvageable. I and countless pollinators and hummingbirds will miss their sweet, pink beauty this Spring!

A lilac varietal that we planted over ten years ago looks to have lost almost all its branches. We had been told it was a "miniature" variety that would stay small, so we planted it in front of our walkway porch. This lilac ignored its label and embraced growth with an enthusiastic abandon - reaching the porch roof, aiming for the sky and the sun. I resisted trimming it back - even as it obscured the view and overhung the railing onto the walkway, because it's purple flowers were so abundant, so fragrant and so beautiful - well, I just couldn't bring myself to limit its zest for life! It blossomed after the rhododendrons, when the weather was warmer and the windows were open, and its fragrance filled the whole house. I shall miss everything about that lilac that is still so young and hope that enough of it survives to eventually grow and blossom again.

Our single broad-leaf rhododendron, thankfully, seems to have weathered this storm with minimal damage. It has not been so lucky multiple times over the last nearly 40 years! It is battered and yet unbowed! I am hopeful that we will be able to enjoy its bouquet-sized blossoms this Spring!

I haven't had the chance yet to assess the damage to various lilacs and forsythia - the snow needs to melt and time will tell. The "grande old dame" of our lilacs, however, took some heavy wounds - not for the first time, either. This lilac has very fragrant and abundant white blossoms and was growing here before we built our house. It has lost major branches, been split in half in a massive ice storm - but it is a survivor and has always healed and continued to grow and blossom - even as it has assumed a different shape and silouette each time. It looks like it may lose about one-third of itself this time, but it's too soon to tell. Some major branches are snapped right off and many more are flat to the ground and trapped in the snow. As I watched it today, one long branch that was held by a lighter layer of snow seemed to break free and flung itself skyward and managed to stay upright on its own - a hopeful sign! When it is completely freed, we will lend it some support where necessary, perhaps do a little trimming and I trust it will heal itself and we will all get used to the new iteration of its appearance.

There has been a lot going on for me and my husband and family throughout 2023 and so far in 2024 - with no end in sight. Multiple crises, small and large, have been overwhelming at times and have occupied much of my mind and my time. These last few days, however, have had a narrow and more simple focus. The problems weren't really personal, because they were shared by so many. I went to bed early because my old eyes don't do well by candlelight and because it was warmer under a stack of blankets! I slept long and well and recharged my old battery. I had no control over events and, thus, no need to fret or feel responsible for it. Considering that I am a world-class fretter and worrier - that was a novel experience for me! Most of all, I had some very quiet time to think and just be.

I have experienced many difficult and painful things over the years and continue to do so, but if I've learned one thing in my 72 years, it is that things can always be worse! My experience of this storm certainly could have been much worse. Except for my dismay over damage caused by the storm - and Nature will eventually heal and be restored (with a little help from us) - looking at the last few days honestly - they weren't really all that bad at all! That being said - I am totally ready for the snow to melt and for Spring to finally arrive!

[tojisfourthbiatchoftheweek]

early mornings in the fushiguro household

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toji, from the continuously changing jobs he’s had, is used to a rather fucked-up sleep pattern. he wasn’t the type to sleep from 9 to 6, but rather 2 to 7. he wasn’t insomniac, no no- the sleep always found him- but he was so used to pulling all-nighters in his previous life, that now, he couldn’t go back to sleeping in the early hours of the nights. he was a little night owl, smoking a cigarette at 10, drinking some wine at 11- because, even after his part-time job as a bartender, toji can’t handle such fizzy drinks as champagne or lightweight beer. he’s more of a wine, a rhum, a whiskey or even a strong beer. whatever he can afford. it’s not that he can’t handle alcohol, he just doesn’t enjoy the taste.

after his nightly drink, he’d do some laundry and some dishwashing, squeezing the sponge that’s full of suds, as he had his eyes precisely on the football match he’s been waiting for to start. then, nightly check on megumi- only god knows what the teenager’s doing in such late hours, other than sleeping. but he’s filled with relief as soon as he opens the door, and the loud sound of his snoring reverberating against the walls of his bedroom.

much to his surprise- and delight- since you came in their lives, megumi’s been a better kid. not in behaving, he never was the troublemaker- but megumi is nowadays more open to his dad. he’s much more happy too, not that he necessarily has a smile on his face everyday. but his demeanor is less tense, his expression is relaxed, and no longer carries a very expressive frown, a scowl even. all that thanks to you.

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speaking of, where were you? in your shared bedroom, sleeping with the covers halfway on your shivering body. the night could get quite cold when your lover wasn’t in bed, warming you up with the simple radiations coming from his much stronger, bigger, and imposing body. that’s why, after he checked on megumi, he checks on you- pulling the covers back up, leaving a small kiss on your forehead, as you subconsciously smile. toji wasn’t one to be strong on showing affection, but small gestures like this one made up for it. after the death of his late wife, it was hard for toji to open up. but everything was easier with you. not that he doesn’t struggles with his old ways from time to time- but you’re here.

as the whole neighborhood screams in a mix of rage, laughter, sadness, happiness, toji realizes he missed a goal. and a good one. so he tiptoes back in the living room, sitting on his couch, smirking, as he notices the team he’s bet on has scored a goal. and he bet a whole lot. the lords of football have blessed him.

the night buzzes, with the crowd of people down his complex apartment building all screaming in the pub with each goal- and for the final 10 minutes, you join him, waken up from the constant shouts.

“hey doll. why aren’t ya sleepin’?”

he questions, a visible frown on his face. he doesn’t like it when his pretty baby doesn’t get her beauty sleep.

“nothing, they jus’ keep screaming and ‘s waking me up. so i figured there was a football match tonight, and… wanna watch it with you.”

his eyes widened, but a genuine smile replaced his shocked expression, as he patted the empty spot besides him. it’s not that you hated football, you just were very much oblivious and lost when watching it. so instead of enjoying the game, he’d be explaining to you every move, reminding you of which team you support. not that he disliked it.

soon enough, the match ends, with a whooping 4-1 score from the team toji bet on. it’s euphoria in toji’s head- he’s gonna get money! you and him and megumi are surely going to the restaurant tomorrow night, megumi will get some new shoes or maybe this new game he wants, and you’ll be able to indulge in some shopping, and he… well he’ll spectate. because he already has what he wants. and all he wants is you, and megumi happy.

but the night goes at a fast pace, and before you both realize it, it’s 5 in the morning. but toji doesn’t sleep yet. maybe because it’s his day off,or maybe because he’s too busy admiring you sleeping. the soft, consistent move of your chest, as you breath in and out peacefully. the gentle glow the moon has blessed your pretty face with. the way your breasts are being supported in this tight tank top-

Maybe this is what keeps him awake.

but he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t mind at all. you’re a sight for his sore eyes. a sight he can’t revel in, during the day. but a sight he admires, he adores, during the nights. maybe that’s why it’s already six and you’re stirring up, and the sun is shining in your shared bedroom, and megumi’s preparing his breakfast, and he has not an ounce of sleep in his system. but who cares?

[Pic found on Pinterest, i do not claim credits at all! only the writing is mind 🙂‍↕️]

[darkforestfae-tea]

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐌𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲!

Mabon marks the Fall Equinox! Typically observed on September 21 in the Northern Hemisphere, Mabon spans from September 21 to September 29. It is a time of balance, when day and night are equal in length, symbolizing harmony and equilibrium. Many cultures celebrate this period as a time of thanksgiving and reflection, honoring the bountiful harvest and the changing of the seasons. Traditional festivities might include feasts with seasonal foods like apples, pumpkins, and squash, along with activities such as gathering with loved ones, giving thanks, and preparing for the colder months ahead.

People often take this opportunity to connect with nature, perhaps by taking walks in the crisp autumn air, collecting colorful leaves, or setting up altars with symbols of the season. It's also a time for introspection, to consider what has been achieved over the past months and to set intentions for the future.

In modern times, Mabon encourages a moment of pause in our busy lives, reminding us to appreciate the abundance around us, to cultivate gratitude, and to seek balance in our own lives. Whether through quiet reflection, community gatherings, or simply enjoying a warm cup of cider while watching the leaves fall, Mabon offers a beautiful reminder of the cyclical nature of life and the ever-present opportunity for renewal and growth.

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This post will consist of several sections:

Correspondences

Activities

Common Rituals

Broom Closet

and more! Ready to begin?

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𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼:

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Animals:

Coyote

Blackbird

Owl

Goose

Stag

Squirrel

Wolf

Symbols:

Cornucopia

Pentagram

Herbs:

Rosemary

Safflower

Thyme

Rue

Rose Hips

Marigold

Saffron

Dried Apple

Oak Moss

Crystals:

Amber

Amethyst

Tiger’s Eye

Citrine

Garnet

Peridot

Yellow Topaz

Ruby

Decor:

Apples

Autumn Leaves

Acorns

Animal Bones

Sunflowers

Pine Cones

Gourds

Balance Scales

Harvest Foods

Pomegranates

Grape Vine

Themes:

Harvest

Gratitude

Balance

Reflection

Shadow Work

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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓼:

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-Adorn your space with seasonal fruits and vegetables, such as pumpkins.

-Reflect on what the summer season revealed to you about yourself.

-Create an "I let go" list of things you wish to release from the summer.

-Simmer cinnamon to attract abundance.

-Establish your goals for the Fall season, which extends until December 21st.

-Ignite a candle and meditate to catch a glimpse of what the upcoming season holds.

-Tidy up and declutter your home, then pass a cinnamon broom for abundance.

-Indulge in a flavorful spiced tea or coffee. Savor each sip. Take a moment to reflect on your blessings and what you are grateful for.

-The Fall Equinox is on September 22nd at 9:04 pm (EST). Set a reminder and declare, "This season will be my best one yet."

-Trim your hair to release old energy.

-Recharge by visiting a pumpkin patch, farmers market, or spending time outdoors.

-Place an apple beside a coin for good luck and prosperity.

-Create a besom and utilize it to cleanse your home of negative energies.

-Create your own custom Mabon Incense mix.

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𝓜����𝓫𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓽

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This list is for those witches who may still be in the closet. These activities can pass as “Autumnal Activities” to others! Here are some subtle yet enchanting ways to celebrate your craft:

Nature Walks: Collect leaves, acorns, and other natural items to use in your spells and crafts. It’s a great way to connect with nature and gather supplies without drawing attention.

Pumpkin Carving: Carve symbols or sigils into your pumpkins. Not only are they festive, but they can also serve as protection or intention-setting.

Candle Making: Create your own candles with herbs and essential oils. You can infuse them with specific intentions and use them for rituals later on.

Baking: Make seasonal treats like apple pie or pumpkin bread. Incorporate herbs and spices that have magical properties, such as cinnamon for prosperity or nutmeg for luck.

Herb Drying: Harvest and dry herbs for your witchy cabinet. Hang bundles of rosemary or lavender in your kitchen to dry; it looks like you're just readying them for cooking.

Gardening: Plant bulbs or prepare your garden for winter. This is a great way to work with the earth and practice your green-thumb magic.

Reading: Dive into books about folklore, mythology, or herbalism. It’s a cozy way to expand your knowledge and connect with ancient traditions. (Kindle has a phone app, if you cannot have physical books)

DIY Crafts: Make wreaths, potpourri, or sachets with found natural items. These can be used for decoration or as part of your magical practice.

Tea Time: Brew different herbal teas. Experiment with blends that have magical properties to set intentions or simply relax.

Moon Watching: Keep track of the moon phases and spend time outside during the full moon. This can be a meditative practice and a way to align with lunar energies.

By incorporating these activities into your routine, you can celebrate your witchy side while blending seamlessly into the autumnal festivities. Happy enchanting!

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𝓜𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼

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Apples are a common symbol of Mabon/Autumn Equinox for many pagans, wiccans, and witches. They can be incorporated into many different kinds of spell work for abundance, health, renewal, planting the seed of an idea/intention & knowledge. Apples can be used in magick by cutting them in half horizontally to reveal the star inside. Spell ingredients can then be sprinkled on top. Other ways of using apples is to dry then to decorate your altar or space with. You can gather apples to return to the Earth by burying them to give thanks for the Harvest. Cooking with apples is a perfect way to celebrate Mabon. Whether you make a warm apple pie, a spiced cider, or a savory apple stew, these dishes can be shared with loved ones to honor the season. The act of cooking itself becomes a ritual, infusing each dish with your intentions and gratitude.

Additionally, apples can be used in divination practices. By peeling an apple in a single strip and tossing the peel over your shoulder, the shape it forms when it lands can reveal the initial of a future partner or give you insight into a question you hold in your heart. Scrying with apple seeds is another method; by placing seeds on a hot surface and watching their movement, you can glean messages and guidance.

Incorporating apples into your daily routines during Mabon can also help you remain connected to the cycles of nature. Enjoying a fresh apple as a mindful snack, reflecting on its journey from blossom to fruit, can be a simple yet profound way to express appreciation for the Earth's bounty. Decorating your home with apple-themed items, such as candles, wreaths, or even apple-scented essential oils, can further enhance the seasonal ambiance.

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓷

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Mabon, also known as the Autumn Equinox, is a significant festival in the Wheel of the Year, celebrated by many Pagans and Wiccans. The name "Mabon" itself is relatively modern, coined by Aidan Kelly in the 1970s, yet the festival's roots stretch back to ancient times. It marks the second of three harvest festivals, following Lammas and preceding Samhain. Occurring around September 21-23 in the Northern Hemisphere, Mabon represents a time of balance when day and night are of equal length. This event symbolizes the gradual descent into the darker half of the year, as the days grow shorter and the nights longer.

Historically, many cultures have celebrated the equinox with various customs and rituals. In ancient Greece, the festival of Eleusinia honored Demeter, the goddess of the harvest, and her daughter Persephone. The myth of Persephone's descent into the underworld and her eventual return is a powerful allegory for the changing seasons and the cycle of life and death. Similarly, in ancient Rome, the festival of Pomona celebrated the goddess of fruits and orchards, reflecting the importance of the harvest season. In the British Isles, the equinox was a time of thanksgiving and community gatherings, with people coming together to celebrate and share the bounty of the harvest.

Modern Mabon celebrations often involve giving thanks for the earth's abundance, reflecting on themes of balance and gratitude, and preparing for the coming winter months. Rituals may include offerings of fruits, vegetables, and grains, as well as meditative practices to honor the seasonal shift. Many contemporary Pagans and Wiccans also incorporate elements of ancient traditions, such as feasting, storytelling, and connecting with nature. Mabon serves as a reminder of the cyclical nature of life and the importance of living in harmony with the rhythms of the earth.

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴. 𝘉𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

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[porcelainbirdss]

those summer nights ⋆·˚ ༘ * kuroo tetsurou

kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

content warning: serious topics, health issues, enemies to lovers shenanigans continue, small misunderstandings

ch. two - "a bowl of spice." ↓

second of july, 1991.

shuffling sound of paper could be heard inside the living room as kuroo leisurely turned the pages of some old magazine. he managed to dig it up from his grandmother’s cabinet, somehow.

he smirked at a picture of a cat, it’s muzzle twisting in a mischievous way, appearing as if the feline was sneering at him from the yellowed paper. he was totally engrossed in reading - uh, actually, he didn’t even know what he was reading.

comprehending the words on pages was still a challenge for kuroo. well, at least the lines weren’t blurring into each other now. it was a good sign of well-deserved rest.

earlier on, whenever the man tried picking up a book (because sitting on the couch half-awake, half-knocked out was pretty dull) the letters would always dance around before his eyes. it looked as if the whole alphabet had a blast, mocking him.

no matter how much he missed reading, it was simply impossible when the book reminded him of just how sick his mind was. so obviously, the moment he could once again make out words without having to squint at the page, he was beyond thrilled.

he reached for the last piece of cantaloupe on his plate, quickly devouring the sweet snack before getting up and tidying after himself. leaving the magazine behind, he washed all of the utensils in the sink, later wiping his hands with a cloth.

honestly, kuroo hadn’t felt so refreshed in years. even though he only slept for four hours, which objectively wasn’t much. he internally thanked his parents who proposed the idea of moving to the countryside. they were rarely helpful, but he had to admit he was filled with gratitude. both to them and his grandmother.

his eyes trailed over the wall, searching for something to hang his attention on. finally, he stopped on the clock, it’s hands indicating it was around 2pm. that meant the dinner would be ready soon. he even offered help with making it, but his grandmother denied, explaining that y/n would be bringing them food today.

the black-haired man was pretty perplexed by that, but decided not to inquire further. sometimes people just make portions of their food way too big, and would like to share it with others. or… whatever the reason was.

truth be told, kuroo had mixed feelings about the woman. yes, she was kind to his grandma. at the same time, y/n seemed almost hellbent on making him have a rough time here. it wasn’t exactly spiteful, she just— well. she just liked annoying him.

when kuroo got up at roughly 6am, he wanted to bask in the morning sun for a while. thinking nothing of it, he walked out on a balcony, and after two minutes she was already there. y/n started bombarding him with questions. "why are you here?", "shouldn’t you be asleep?", "oh, you surely got scared by the owl noises, didn’t you?", and so on.

he didn’t indulge her, as he had no strength for such bicker in the morning. where did she even get all of that energy? he knew some people of her kind, but still. it was just too much for that early of an hour.

swimming in his reveries, kuroo sat down by the table, his eyebrows unconsciously scrunching up.

on one hand, the man wished for y/n to stop budging him. on the other one, he wanted to get to know her better as well. ugh, why was she occupying his brain so much? was his mind really having fists of delirium?

suddenly, a sound of footsteps and cheerful chatter broke the silence, making him perk up from his slouched position on the chair.

y/n and his grandmother were already here. he got up from his seat, arriving by the door where the two of them were standing and conversing about something his ears failed to grasp fully.

when his gaze suddenly locked with y/n’s, he immediately sensed something was up. he just didn’t know what it was. a sense of tangible unease ran down his spine, as he held back a sour expression.

"good day, kuroo. are you enjoying yourself so far?", she offered him a small smile. it was hard to tell whether it was feigned or not. knowing y/n, it probably was.

"oh, i’m doing just fine," he responded with equally polite tone before spotting the dishes resting in her arms, "want me to help you carrying those?" he offered, already reaching towards the girl.

"no need. everything’s fine," y/n assured, as she took off her shoes, "after all, this is a welcome dinner for you. i spent the whole noon making it."

what? a welcome dinner?

kuroo blinked twice, thinking that maybe his mind was playing tricks on him again. was the girl standing in front of him y/n, or was she someone else? realizing that he was staring for way too long, kuroo quickly cleared his throat. his honeyed eyes fixated on his grandmother, seeking answers.

"see? y/n is such a kind girl. she worried about you so much!" the older woman chuckled warmly, "she stormed into our house when you were upstairs, gushing that she wanted to give you a welcoming gift! so i told her - why not make dinner?"

the man nodded slowly. huh. perhaps he misjudged her character, and she was just kind of… obnoxiously oblivious? or had trouble getting along with strangers. maybe both.

y/n’s smile faltered slightly for unknown reasons. the girl waved her hand dismissively, saying it was nothing. she scurried to the kitchen, swiftly placing everything on the table. her nimble fingers managed to unwrap the bowls with record speed, as she ushered everyone towards her.

warm, pleasant smell quickly filled the room, spreading across every corner. kuroo measured his portion with an uncertain expression. in comparison to others, this one looked… slightly off. his eyes unfocused as he pondered whether he should point it out.

finally deciding against it, he returned to the present time, grabbing his chopsticks.

as they began to eat, the man suddenly felt it.

his eyes teared up, and he spotted y/n looking at him with anticipation, her brows just slightly furrowed. just what was this hellish thing?

"so, how did i do?" her innocent voice rang by his ear, making him feel mad.

he could only imagine the girl throwing in as much cayenne and chili as she could, snickering under her nose as her 'welcoming dinner' took a deep burgundy tint, changing into something only a maniac of spice could handle.

"it’s very good, y/n. what do you think kuroo?", his grandmother asked, swallowing the food.

he knew that the girl only wished to see his face contorting in pain, as he ran around the kitchen like a beheaded chicken, screaming for a glass of milk and whatnot. he couldn’t give her this satisfaction, not today.

"tasty. though i think it lacks in spice." he responded, coating his words in a forced, sweet tone.

the mere irony of his sentence made y/n somewhat taken aback, her cordial expression falling just a bit. "i’ll keep that in mind, kuroo. next time, i’ll add extra pepper just for you."

the three of them continued to eat, though kuroo already felt his insides beginning to actually turn to ashes. sweat dripped down his temples as he tried to hold back any signs that could betray his miserable state. the idle chatter of two women somehow distracted him from the stinging sensation, but everybody has their limits, right?

suddenly, he felt a tap on the shoulder. he looked up from his bowl, only to see his grandmother examining him with a concerned look.

"dear, are you feeling okay? do you have a fever?"

the man strained his face muscles to form something akin to a smile, "i’m perfectly fine. it’s just… a little hot in here." with that, he sent a quick, resentful glance towards y/n, who surprisingly held no humor in her expression.

minutes stretched on. he was so close to taking his final bite, and yet, the chopsticks started to feel heavy in his palm.

unfortunately, before he could fulfill his dream of ruining y/n’s unfunny joke, something within him snapped. he slowly got up, excusing himself. he started walking towards the bathroom, his peaceful stroll quickly breaking into a sprint. both y/n and his grandmother looked at each other with shock.

when he reached his destination, he instantly latched onto the tap, washing out his mouth with cold water. he heaved, splashing his face. his eyes met with his own reflection, and he looked like some kind of marathon runner. blush was covering the entirety of his face, plus he was dripping with sweat.

he examined the mirror more closely, losing focus in his eyes. he should be angry. normally, he’d be fuming, alas it wasn’t happening. instead of that, an oddly familiar, yet at the same time foreign feeling arose in his guts.

he felt… alive?

looking back, the only time he appeared and acted like that was in past. on the volleyball court, his heart was filled with emotion, mind sharp like a blade. thinking of it, insomnia took that away, replacing it all with anguish and suffering.

it was terrifying. knowing that no matter how hard he clawed at the past, it would not come back to him. right now it seemed to return in a different shape, but still the same. even if only for a few minutes.

however weird it seemed, kuroo was glad about everything that just unfolded. still, when he snapped back into reality, he couldn’t help but feel a little silly.

"why am i acting like a fool over a bowl of extremely spicy food?" he muttered, still looking into his own eyes.

with a sigh, he shook off the water clinging to his face and hair. laughing about his own stupidity, he took a deep breath, finally walking back to the kitchen. the man was instantly met by his worried grandmother, asking him whether he was okay and what happened. it’s not everyday someone hurries to the bathroom like that.

kuroo chuckled, wiping his wet forehead with the vermillion shirt he had on. his focus landed on the girl who was still sat by the table, studying him with a curious look. there was no malice behind her eyes. seeing his abnormally wide grin, she involuntarily smiled back.

"you know what, y/n? i changed my mind. next time without the extra spice."

second of july, 11:27 pm.

one thing kuroo hated most about insomnia was how unfair the illness could be. he took a big step forward- now he had to take two steps back.

putting it simply: he couldn’t sleep. again.

the man cradled his face, resting his tired head in the comfort of his palms. he repeated every single step from yesterday, and yet, he felt more awake than ever before. maybe it was a good sign? still, the clarity of his mind was quickly fogged by feeling of impending doom.

anxieties tended to pay him regular visits. often in the middle of the night, when all he could do was stare at the ceiling. 'what if i won’t be able to sleep normally ever again?' or 'am i gonna waste my whole life?'.

kuroo rarely shed any tears, but having something ripped away from him just by a stupid sleeping disorder was usually a fatal punch. big dreams and promising future always appeared before him painted in vibrant colors. as of now, the vision was nothing but a blurred canvas, as if somebody took a big brush and smudged everything together, creating a grayish stain.

and right now he truly felt like crying.

he heaved, curling his fingers into fists as first waterworks of tonight started to slowly trail down his cheeks. if anybody saw him in that state, he would probably crumble into the ground, or transform into a stone statue.

quietly he prayed to whoever was listening for at least an hour of sleep. however, kuroo’s leg was still bouncing, and his heart rate seemed as irregular and fast like always. ''tomorrow will be better'', he muttered to himself, ''i’ll sleep for full six hours. i’ll—"

before he managed to spiral down, a low knocking sound came from his left. the man immediately wiped his face, drying off the tears with his sheets. shit, his grandmother was here. he pulled himself up from the bed and quickly opened the door, plastering a wide grin on his face.

"grandma. did something happen?" he inquired in a trained, steady voice.

the older woman studied his face for a prolonged second, and kuroo almost thought she spotted his damp eyes. fortunately, she either didn’t notice or decided to ignore that for his own sake.

"no," the corners of her lips curled up, "i just wanted to check up on you. you seemed absentminded the whole supper."

that much was right. after y/n departed, the whole house suddenly appeared to submerge itself in unnatural silence. the constant burning in his throat stopped, and he was once again left with his own (rather grim) thoughts that sometimes occupied the man’s mind, especially when he had nothing to do. speaking more precisely - had no one to bicker with.

"i’m fine, really. is this the only reason why’re you still up, grandma? it’s late." his smile eased into something less forced, taken aback by the amount of worry his grandmother nurtured towards him.

"oh, you know, kuroo…" she began, "i tried going to sleep, but you kept me up. it pains me to see you like this."

the black-haired man’s jaw clenched. he didn’t know, but the older woman was more perceptive than one could imagine. she always thought about his oddly pale skin, and the bags under his eyes that seemed etched into his youthful face. how his hands shook whenever he reached for something. the worn expression he carried on when he thought no one was looking. constant sighing.

she pitied him, aware of the fact that he internally suffered.

"you shouldn’t worry too much. it’s unhealthy." kuroo said in a hushed tone, "everything’s alright," he reassured, "but thank you for checking up anyway, grandma."

concern was still visible on her face, but the older one settled on letting go of the topic for now. she wished him a goodnight and slowly departed back to her bedroom.

kuroo was now left alone once again, but didn’t feel like continuing his crying session. instead, he shut the door close and decided to clear his head with some fresh night air. he stepped out on a balcony, at first failing to notice the silhouette standing on the opposite side.

and perhaps y/n wasn’t aware of his presence either. she was leaning on the barrier, her nightgown gently swaying in the warm, but hardly noticeable breeze. the woman appeared to be deep in thought, her gaze pointed towards the forested mountains. a singular cough ripped from her chest. it was weird seeing her like that, almost intrusive in a way. she always gave off that feeling of being on high alert, hyper-aware of her surrounds.

"hey." kuroo mindlessly called out to her, realizing only after the sound left his mouth, that he should probably bask in the serene tranquility rather than start another word fight with y/n.

at that, the girl practically snapped her neck in his direction. caught off guard, she blinked twice before acknowledging who exactly was the source of the voice.

"hi." she responded, her posture stiffening noticeably.

a beat of awkward silence washed over them, rendering the two unmoving. god, kuroo’s mind went totally blank. he had no clue what to say. fortunately before the situation became unbearably cumbersome, a questionable idea sparkled in his mind.

"that prank you pulled on me earlier was dumb, did you know that?" he started, the man’s eyes glinting with tangible mischief.

y/n immediately perked up, roses starting to bloom on her cheeks. she closed the long distance between them, jogging up closer to where he was standing.

"the hell you mean?" she squealed, pointing her index finger at kuroo, "i don’t recall doing anything like that!" her tone was agitated enough to rile him up as well.

"you don’t recall the damn bowl of pure spice you gave me for dinner?" he clicked his tongue, lifting up his eyebrows, "don’t play stupid, y/n. i know you’re smarter than that."

hearing his words, the woman paused for a second. her mouth opened and shut, as if she was mulling over whatever she should say. finally, with a reclusive grunt, she started to mutter under her nose.

"you know… actually it was an accident," she began, breaking her gaze away from kuroo’s eyes, "i just— ugh. when i was making your portion, the sauce bottle slipped from my hand and-," y/n stopped for a second, probably contemplating whether she should continue or not, "and it just spilled inside the pot!"

what?

at that revelation, kuroo’s lips lifted up, and before he knew it, he busted out laughing. he crossed his arms, bursts of uncontrollable laughter piercing through the still night’s air.

it was ridiculous, really. for some unknown reason, the vision of y/n accidentally dropping the bottle was unbelievably amusing to him. it probably wasn’t even that funny, but he couldn’t stop his sounds of joy. again, blame everything on his tired mind.

corners of the girl’s lips also curled up, and she couldn’t help but quietly chuckle along.

"hey, stop laughing!" y/n protested in a wounded tone, but the grin on her face betrayed her true feelings, "i mean, what was i supposed to do? i didn’t want to make your grandmother wait, so i just… kinda prayed that you’re a spice fan, or something like that."

kuroo sighed deeply, trying to calm himself down. he ran his fingers through his dark locks, voicing a pleased hum. oh, how nice it is to laugh so deeply you can feel your stomach hurting and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. he shook his head, finally putting an end to his giggling.

"so… you’re basically saying that you genuinely wanted to give me something? and that whole 'welcome dinner' thing wasn’t just made up as an excuse to pull a mean joke on me?" he questioned, drilling his intrigued gaze into the woman.

at that, she seemed to get even more frustrated. y/n wanted to protest, but ultimately forced herself to stay truthful.

"i mean—! uh, well. maybe?", she stumbled over her own words, "but don’t take it the wrong way. i still don’t like you!"

she gripped the barrier harder, making her knuckles go white. her first impression of kuroo was… bad. she remembered it clearly, as it was only yesterday. when the girl crouched in order to unpack her bag, she noticed that he still had his shoes on, even though he was already inside the house.

then, he began ogling her. instead of a simple introduction, he choose to gawk at her as if she was a ghost or something. it was simply impolite.

finally, he didn’t even offer to help his grandmother with taking the basket along with jars to the kitchen. he was built as if moving stones was no effort for him, and yet he stood frozen like a lost child.

that enough detail was all it took for her to form a certain amount of disdain towards kuroo. alas, later on she realized that her judgement of his character might have been wrong.

when y/n lied sprawled out on her bed, time of the clock showing around 10am, a certain memory struck her. she suddenly remembered the man’s grandmother saying something about her grandson moving in, and that he was sick. she didn’t disclose what the illness was, but mumbled about 'how serious', or 'how dangerous' it’s nature was.

the reason as to why kuroo was acting so spaced-out wasn’t because he was an airhead.

he was simply sick.

after y/n puzzled the pieces together, she felt awfully guilty for treating him so poorly. in order to make up for it, she conjured the idea of a welcoming gift. unfortunately for her, it turned out to be a disaster. well, at least she tried, right?

she wished she could admit that she actually didn’t mind kuroo. the woman enjoyed his presence, as it wasn’t too overbearing, or anything. he could be… agreeable. sometimes.

yet, now it seemed too late to back out from their constant bicker, so she just stuck with it.

kuroo noticed that y/n lost her train of thought, suddenly becoming quiet. he nodded slowly, leaning over the barrier in order to support his heavy body.

"why do you dislike me anyway?" he asked in a hushed voice, hoping for an answer. in his mind, the man didn’t do anything wrong or insulting towards her, so her negative feelings seemed unjustified.

the girl snapped back to reality, her gaze suddenly turning antagonistic. she swished her head to the right, an unpleasant frown growing onto her face.

"i think that’s where our discussion ends. have a good night." y/n replied curtly, swiftly turning back and walking into her room before loudly shutting the balcony door.

huh.

kuroo definitely didn’t expect that sort of a reaction. they were getting along just fine a while ago, laughing together and talking with ease. so what changed during those few seconds? he gritted his teeth, watching y/n closing the curtains from behind the glass.

maybe the girl was just like his insomnia. you take a step forward, now you have to take one back. for now he decided not to think about it too much.

he let out a prolonged sigh, feeling that his body demanded sleep. whether he could grant it was a mystery for him.

the man dragged his feet inside, closing the door as well. he plopped down onto his bed, soon finding out that him and rest weren’t destined together for now.

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notes: y/n in this story sometimes acts unreasonably or on a whim. perhaps she’s scared of being vulnerable?

anyway, i’m aware that this chapter turned out to be very long and i hope i didn’t bore you all to death. i’m afraid this might turn out to be a slowburn lmfaoooo (let’s hope not). also also!! THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH for all the likes and everything. i am extremely grateful <333

[spaceprincessem]

seven sentence sunday

oh hi everyone it's me. haven't really been writing much recently just small self-indulgent things, but slowly working on the buddie mockingjay au again so that is what i have for you today. the goal is to get it done before s8 so fingers crossed. thank you for all the tags this week i really appreciate it! thanks today to @spotsandsocks @devirnis @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz for today (also maybe someday ill finish the presumed missing fic but today is not that day)

Now he needs to become their leader, the face, the embodiment of the revolution — the Mockingjay. Sometimes he wonders if they forget that he’s only seventeen years old. “We need the Districts to know that you are alive and well,” Abby adds when Sue finishes her pitch, “to unite them against our common enemy.” Eddie lets it sit for a moment, his fingers twitching to reach for the pearl burning a hole in his pocket. “No.” He finally says. Neither look surprised by his answer, in fact Sue looks downright determined, like she’s finally found a challenge worthy of her game making abilities.  “Eddie,” she says in a voice that’s supposed to be calm and soothing, but it grates at his nerves, “the Districts are only going to rally behind someone that started this revolution.” “Then you should have saved Buck!” Eddie yells, hand slamming down onto the table.

it's probably late to tag but @shortsighted-owl @colonoscopys @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @weewootruck

[randlemartin]

impromptu wip game!! from a recent wip of your choice, share a snippets/paragraphs that contain any of these words:

hand, scrape, bone, sweat, away

thank you yna beloved for indulging me <3

hand:

That leaves Johnny with the feeling of being out of the loop. “Alright,” he replies, shoving his cold hands between his knees for warmth, because for all the few signs of spring, it doesn’t feel like they’ve left winter behind just yet. He inhales the crisp air, and the familiar cigar-smoke smell with it. It’s comforting, as much a sign of Bull’s presence as the man himself. After the night he’s had, it’s never been more appealing. “Gimme that.”

scrape:

Johnny slams the page down onto the table and the thin legs scrape an inch across the hardwood floor at the impact. It’s not her fault, he tries to tell himself. He didn’t write, couldn’t bring himself to write because he had more important things that needed doing than pining after a home he couldn't go back to. How could she know Bill had been hit?  The repeated mantra doesn’t stop his hands from shaking as he tears open the earlier letter, not caring that the crease in the middle of the folded page tears with the envelope in the process.

bone:

This evening it was Bull’s turn to try and whip the replacements into shape - specifically with rifles and bayonets. It turns out Foley had come up with the bright idea to use Bull’s reputation as a living legend amongst the old replacements after Nuenen to teach the new replacements to have a little respect for what they were being taught. It’s a good idea, one of the better ones anyone around here has had, all things considered, but he scoffs at it all the same and says it’s nice of Foley to throw the hick a bone every time Bull leaves to go put in his time.

sweat:

Bull’s index finger and thumb are between his lips, which curve in a grin as he watches the dancers. Smoke curls upwards from his cigar, balanced between two fingers in his free hand, and when he inhales, all he can smell - over the perfume of the performers and the sweat of the men, is White Owl. There’s a flush to his cheeks, caused by the heat or the girls, Johnny’s not sure, but once he notices it, it’s hard for him to tear his eyes away

away:

“Canceled - stop moving, dammit.” He tightens his hold on him until he stops squirming. There’s hardly an inch of space between their bodies, there has to be for the both of them to fit, and quickly he’s warm and the threat of the cold feels a thousand miles away. He presses his forehead to the space between Bull’s shoulder-blade, against the massive sprawling expanse of his back. He can feel the quick thump-thump, thump-thump of his heart both beneath his hand on his chest, and his head. “We’re being pulled off the line tomorrow.”

[ineadhyn]

Reading hour

Thank you for letting me use your prompt @reverieblondie

fem!Tav sneaking out whilst Raphael is asleep and meeting Haarlep.

Haarlep is in Archduchess shape for the entirety of their encounter, because I am gay and this was very self indulgent.

Warning: Raphael and Tav have an established relationship so there are definitely flavors of cheating.

“You can cry his name all day”, Haarlep said as Tav squirmed. “But in the nights you will only utter mine. Can you manage that?”

Full under the cut:

It was not uncommon for Tav to sneak into the archive in the middle of the night. After all, she lived in the House of Hope after delivering the crown to Raphael and becoming his warlock in return - his warlock and some more. A smile snuck onto her lips as she let her fingers run over the backs of the countless tomes on the shelves. The smell of old paper, leather and parchment hung in the air. Raphael. She still could barely believe she was with him now after all that had happened since he hit her with that “Charmed, I’m sure, in more ways than one.”

Now was fast asleep, back in the boudoir, because he was a notorious early bird and Tav herself a night owl. So, just like the nights before, she had left his side to roam the halls.

So, it really wasn’t novel that she pulled out one of the books now, a small one, but ancient, with a dark blue cover. What was new was that apparently she had company.

“A lost little mouse is running through the house …”

The breathy words hit her neck and made her skin form goosebumps immediately. Tav sighed and put the book back before turning around. “Really, Haarlep? I live here.”

The incubus showed a toothy smile. They had shed the shape of the younger Raphael after Tav moved in and Raphael didn’t desired his own image anymore. Now they roamed the boudoir in a variety of their accumulated shapes. However, Archduchess still made an appearance occasionally. Like now. Haarlep’s wings were folded behind their back, the harness sat tight around their waist and breasts and the tail curled neatly around one of their own calves.

“I just remembered that first encounter of ours”, Haarlep cooed. The dim light enhanced the hook of their nose and the curve of their brows. “What a shame you only have eyes for the master now.” They lowered their head towards Tav’s cheek. “You were … delicious.”

Tav could feel the tips of their tongue caressing her skin, light like a feather.

“Don’t you miss it?” They reached down to grab her hands and pull them up. “The feeling of this shape you asked for so nicely, when you came into the boudoir?”

Tav’s mouth was dry. It was true, she had been distracted by finally getting her fill of Raphael over the past weeks - quite literally in most cases - but that didn’t mean she had forgotten about the incubus.

“Who said I didn’t have my eyes on you?” she responded, so very tempted to just cup the breasts in front of her. They were so close … But Raphael and her hadn’t talked about including anyone else in their relationship yet. She couldn’t betray him.

Haarlep seemed to notice the struggle in her face. “Are you worried about our little brat?”, they asked. “What would he say if he found out you snuck away in the night to be with his personal incubus if he found out?”

Fuck, those words only made the idea even more tempting to her.

“Because that’s what you are doing here, isn’t it?” They continued, grabbing her hands more firmly and finally pressing them against their soft breasts.

A torn little moan escaped Tav’s mouth. The truth stung. Yes, that had been exactly what she had been hoping for secretly when she sat in the archive every night, flipping through book after book - though she did not intend to tell the incubus just how right they were.

“I also like to read.”

“Of course you do.” Archduchess moved Tav’s hands over the shape of her chest and Tav could feel their nipples harden under the touch. “He doesn’t have to know.”

Tav bit her lips, but her resistance crumbled - if there had been any in the first place. Her hips yanked forward on their own to press against the incubus’ groin.

“Come here”, Haarlep purred, leaving her hands and pulling Tav into an embrace. “Let me make your desire become reality.”

With a wave of their right hand they made their harness burn away. Tav felt the silky small scales under her hands and the only thing she could do was tipping her head back and silently begging Haarlep to kiss her. They complied, not without a satisfied smile on their lips of course and met her mouth. Their lips were just as hot, but they tasted a lot different than kissing Raphael. There was only a hint of sweetness, instead the sensation of darker depths and burning spices. Cinnamon …

Their tongue opened her lips and explored her mouth. Tav drank in the salvia that she knew would intensify the heat between her legs and the tingling under her skin. The two tips of Haalep’s tongue embraced and played with hers until they gave her free, eliciting a disappointed and wanting moan. They urged her backwards until she felt one of the desks pressing against the small of her back. At the same time Archduchess’ hands slid under Tav’s clothes, taking in every inch of her skin, sliding the fabric up in the process. Tav helped and pulled the shirt over her head. Since it was her loungewear, she wore nothing underneath and her breasts were on full display.

Haarlep licked their lips at the sight of them. “Oh, I have missed this body. Of course I can indulge in it whenever I want, but it was very naughty to let me see you with Raphael and not grant me the same access. I had to improvise …”

Tav’s mind shot back to the times when she had been with Raphael and her lust had heightened seemingly without reason. When she had felt her clit twitching, despite him leaving it untouched, but too heated in the moment to pay real attention to the sensations.

“So that was you”, she gasped.

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“You can have me now.”

“Oh, I will.” They grabbed her thighs and pulled her up to sit on the desk, spreading her legs at the same time and pulling down her pants. The fabric landed in a pile on the floor. Archduchess bent over her, grasping Tav’s hips and ass, pulling her into a lying position. Tav made the best of the access she was granted and let her hands indulge in the feeling of the Haarlep’s sides, the lean back and the bases of their wings. Apparently she had found a sensitive spot, because Haarlep froze for a second before bending down, licking and biting Tav’s neck. Fighting the urge to just close her eyes and hand herself over, Tav let her finger circle the wing base again, feeling the incubus shiver in reward. Haarlep bit down harder, almost piercing the skin of her shoulder with their sharp teeth, then making their way down her belly. Their tongue curved around her belly button whilst their claws grazed over the sensitive insides of her legs, causing them to instinctively spread further. Just as Tav thought they would dive down between them and finally meet the pulsing spot that craved attention, Haarlep went back up again.

“Fuck!”

“Shush, little one, you don’t want to be heard, do you?”

But she wanted to be heard. She wanted to make her moans wake Raphael from his slumber, wanted him to rise and come looking for what his mouse was up to and who managed to pull these noises from her. And then, when he saw them, he would step closer and -

Tav inhaled sharply as Haarlep’s teeth closed around her nipple, one of their hands grabbing her breast firmly, the other kneading her ass.

“Thinking about him?”

Of course Haarlep had picked up the flavor of her arousal. They teased her nipple with both tips of their tongue until it was rock hard and so sensitive that the feeling seemed to shoot right down to her clit. She must be so wet now that the slick was probably dripping. And still Haarlep hadn’t touched her in the place she wanted them most. Frustrated, Tav tipped her head back, her hair falling off her shoulders.

“You can cry his name all day”, Haarlep said, finally tracing one finger over her vulva, but not sliding in or with enough pressure to soothe the burning. Tav squirmed. “But in the nights, you will only utter mine. Can you manage that?”

Tav nodded eagerly.

“Perfect.” They kissed her once more and then finally dove down to make their tongue meet her clit. Tav buried her hands in the archduchess’s hair to hold onto something. The incubus’ saliva, the split tongue and their extraordinary skill had Tav rush to her orgasm faster than lightspeed. But as she neared the release Haarlep rose again, lips glinting from wetness and only circling her clit with the tip of their index finger. Tav sat up, reaching for their round hips and pulling them close, seizing the chance to touch them instead. Her fingers found their entrance wet and pulsing. Tav couldn’t resist but to lick her fingers before going back for it. Haarlep’s cunt tasted similar to their saliva, rich and spicy and absolutely delicious. Tav’s fingers spread the folds and moved in the same way she’d pleasure herself. As Haarlep urged their hips closer to her in response, she grew more courageous. She fucked them on her fingers whilst sucking on their tits, nose buried in the soft flesh until their breath became ragged. She hooked her legs around Haarlep’s thighs and let her right hand wander up their back until she found the wing base. They shivered and clenched around her fingers as they came, breathlessly moaning for a moment, but recovering quickly.

“Cheeky”, they muttered against her ear. “But far from unwelcome.”

Haarlep pulled her hair and at the same time they pressed two fingers into her. As they spread and scissored inside her, Tav sank back until her head met the bookshelf behind her. Haarlep’s thumb brushing over her clit caused her eyelids to flutter. Tav’s fingers clawed into their upper arms desperately. Haarlep fucked her until she was close again, then they held her on the plateau of her lust, balancing her orgasm on the tips of their fingers, not allowing her to tumble over. Tav’s legs twitched, her stomach muscles contracted helplessly, heat seared in her abdomen. Haarlep’s lips caressed her cheek.

“What did I tell you?” It was merely a whisper.

“Haarlep, please!”

Satisfied they pressed against the right spot inside her and Tav exploded. Her walls contracted violently, her whole body spasmed, only held in place by Haarlep’s firm grip, but they didn’t stop touching her and her climax didn’t stop either. The first wave was immediately followed by another and then another until Tav whimpered against Haarlep’s neck, tears in her eyes.

Tav wrapped her arms around them as they lifted her off the table, much taller than her, even in Archduchess shape, and set her down on her own trembling legs. They handed her her clothes and with a shudder of sparks the harness reappeared on their body. Tav struggled into her clothes. When she was done, she found that Haarlep had picked up the blue book and handed it to her.

“You wanted to read, I recall”, they said with the cheeky grin that stayed the same regardless of which shape they were wearing.

Blushing, Tav took the book.

The incubus leaned closer. “I’ll meet you again, when you’re in a literary mood”, they said, kissing her forehead before sauntering off. Tav’s eyes followed their swaying ass and knew far too well, it wouldn’t be long until she’d indulge in some books again. After cleaning herself quickly, she slipped back under the covers taking her place next to Raphael. He hadn’t even stirred.

Raphael waited until Tav’s breath slowed and the cold foot touching his calf had thawed. Then he turned around to look down on her face. Her cheeks were flushed with a hint of pink and her mouth stood open just a little. His brows furrowed. How stupid they thought him to be. He might feel less of the Archduchess’ touch than of Haarlep’s male shape of him and normally he might have been able to sleep through it. But as the tingling of his skin woke him up tonight and he found Tav’s spot empty, he knew immediately what she was up to. She and his menace of an incubus. Raphael let his fingers wander over her cheek until they traced Tav’s lips, still plump from all the kisses. He watched as she subconsciously closed her lips around his index and sucked on it.

“Oh my, little mouse”, he muttered to himself. “What trouble did you get yourself into now …”

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Title: breathe into me (fall into you) Fandom: Overwatch Rating: Explicit Ship: Cole Cassidy/Gabriel Reyes Tags: Canon Compliant, Reunion Sex, Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Masks, Monster!Gabriel Reyes, Light Pet Play Themes WC: 3,238 Read on AO3 here

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Cassidy had never given up on Gabriel being alive. Never meant he was prepared for coming face to face with the ghost of him, let alone in a backwater town in the middle of nowhere.

Luckily, the two of them are more than happy to fall into old, hedonistic vices to soothe the pains of their reunion - with a little help, of course.

Considering how many years it'd been since he’d walked through the door, it was surprising how little this backwater safe house had been touched by the passage of time. Cassidy ran a hand over the countertop; the drag marks left on the counter made the layer of dust over every surface in the room even more striking. From the tops of the cabinets bolted higglety-pigglety to the wall, to the linens left wrinkled on the beds. Just moving through the room alone had kicked up a not-insubstantial amount into the air; not for the first time tonight he was thankful for the serape around his face.

The other was right in front of him - for a man dressed in leathers slinking about like a harbinger of death, it was some sort of whiplash to see Reaper- No, Reyes leaning over one of the beds to push open the window. Realising that was the connection he’d been missing all these years was still taking it’s sweet time to sink in.

He'd thought the man dead, for fuck's sake- (-no. No he didn't. Some sorry part of him had always stuck on the missing body after the Zurich explosion. Worried at the way things didn't add up like a hangnail as he sought out the answer in the bottom of his glass. Gabriel fucking Reyes didn't just disappear, there had to be something he was missing, there had to be, there had to be-) "Can you think any louder, Cassidy?" Cassidy was pretty sure he could hear the snap in the air as he came back to himself - if the tilt of Reyes head in return was anything to go by, he wasn't the only one aware of it. He shrugged it off, offering a winning grin in return.

"What can I say, boss? Thought you were dead - and gotta say, you got some real pep for a corpse." A beat of silence passed between them, ringing with all the volume of a gunshot. For anybody else it'd be understandable - for Gabe Reyes? A man who could volley banter whether it was on base on Christmas, under fire in Venice, on stakeout in the deep South? The silence now spoke volumes by comparison.

"I'm not your boss anymore, Cassidy." He said, eventually.

“Sure you are. What’s a few years, a faked death, a lost arm-“ he flopped onto one of the cots, hold up his prosthetic and wiggling his fingers to make a point “-and you tryin’ to kill me, all between pals?”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

“Could’ve fooled me, partner. Or did you forget the whole point of spread shots are that they spread?-”

“Cass.” The bite of his name on Reyes’ tongue is sharp, cutting through the rest of his train of thought. Cassidy fell silent in an instant – how could he not? Years of falling into line at his commander’s word didn’t just evaporate. Unlike then, though, Cassidy’s eyes caught more. Like how it seemed to pain the other man to raise his voice like that; how pain in general seemed to rest in his joints. Cassidy knew the feeling – whiskey was a medicine as much as an indulgence, these days – but it was more acute in Reyes body.  

….Christ, he needed to change this line of thought before he got called out for thinking too damn loud again. And fast. Not like Reyes was helping with that – with that overdramatic skull-owl mask on, he could read the man even less than before. …Though.

"Well, do I at least get to see your face?" Cassidy said, changing the angle of attack instead as Reyes settled on the other cot. “Y’know, that’s the whole thing about masks. Could be talkin’ to just about anybody right now. And I mean, it’d take a whole lotta dedication to get down the voice, and the talk about you do, and Christ, don’t get me started on the whole everything you’re wearing. But got no proof to the contrary right now. “

The way that Reyes looked him up, down, and then sighed said everything he needed to know. If he was a wise man, Cassidy would of left it there… But god, he had so many questions. And if there was any time to poke the sleeping bear, it’d be now right?

“What’re you huffing for? I’m right, ain’t I? Hell, if I remember right, that’s something you had stamped into the ol’ brain matter before I even came outta basic. Don’t trust nobody at face value – and well, if I can’t see your face? Well, that speaks for itself.”

He could see the way Reyes hissed in a breath, like he was resisting the urge to snap back. (Good.) What he wasn’t expecting though was the almost too-calm way that the man gathered himself together. “….Fine.”

And before Cassidy could consider what the fuck this meant, Reyes was reaching up to his face. Broad fingers felt back under the hood with the dexterity of a motion done a thousand times. The hiss is more startling - was that thing mechanical? He’d hear the sound a hundred times working alongside Genji, but in the same breath as Reyes was altogether more strange. Stranger too was the there-and-gone scent of something saccharine sweet.

But everything about where they are, what’s going on? All momentarily forgotten as finally the mask is lifted up and away - and oh. Oh. Cassidy’s heart stuttered in his chest, forgetting it's job for a moment as he looked upon the unfamiliar, achingly knowable face of a man who’d haunted him for years. There were differences now – god, were there differences - skin gone pallid, the muscle around his mouth scarred in a Glasgow upturn. His eyes were particularly striking; gone were the warm browns like freshly made coffee, instead struck through with a red like blood. There was familiarity to be found too, though – the same cut of his jaw, the cut of his goatee. And of course because it was Gabriel Reyes, who never did anything clearcut, there was something that felt both old and new as well. Long curls fell past his face as Gabriel pulled his hood back, fingers ran carefully through them as they settled on his shoulders. They suited him, Cassidy thought, a quiet little remark to himself alone.

"Surprise." Gabriel said, through slightly too-sharp teeth.

Now Cassidy could see his face, it was easier to see how much this affected Gabriel – the little crease in his brow, the way his gaze into Cassidy’s own was just a little too even. Gabriel didn’t do nervous – nerves got a man killed. There were few other words, though, for the emotion that twitched at the corners of the older man’s mouth. Time to break the ice, then.

"Shit, Moira really did a number on you, huh?" Cassidy cracked, eyes glinting. As he’d hoped, Gabriel snorted, shaking his head in disbelief.

"This isn't all her fault." A pointed raise of the eyebrow from Cassidy made Gabriel's lip quirk. "Alright, smart ass. More than you'd like it to be. But I'm alive."

"That you are," Cassidy replied. “It’s a good look on you.” That gets a smile that crinkles the corner of Gabriel’s eyes – and makes Cassidy’s own heart go double step.

“First time I’ve heard that one in a while.”

“Good to know the folk around you don’t have eyes. Or taste.” It’s something dangerously close to flirtation, spilling from his lips unbidden. For this, Gabriel kept a frustratingly good poker face. (Of course.)

Tearing his eyes away from Gabriel's face for the moment, his eyes settled on the damn mask instead – first as a curiosity, but then closer. From the outside it was easy to dismiss the piece as a fashion statement - this was Gabriel Reyes he was considering after all, the man who saw Halloween as a competitive sport. But being able to see the inside of the mask? It revealed the complex snaking of metal and tubes that coated the inside.

"All that ain't just for show, then?" He asked, gesturing at it. Gabriel's eyes follow Cassidy's hand, flicking over the internal components in the same way he'd once poured over mission plans. Dangerously quick, even now – he wouldn’t expect anything less from the commander.

"Well, like you said cowboy - Moira did 'a number' on me.” Gabriel made lazy bunny ears with one hand, before letting it flop to the bed again. “There's better and worse ways to deal with the pain of all this - don't get the fun side effects of these drugs, but it keeps me on my feet."

"Side effects, you say?"

He's been got hook, line and sinker, Cassidy can already tell - when Gabe's eyes flick to his they seem almost luminous in the low light, the red gleaming with a flash of teeth. Suddenly he feels ten years younger – back at a time where all it’d take was a look to have him raring to go. Even now he can feel the heat flaring in his gut like a match against a strike board.

Gabriel always was his weakness. What’s new?

"Sure. If you haven't got my metabolism, it'd only take a puff or two to get you high, guapo. Better than any weed you could get your hands on." There’re insinuations there - Cassidy knows they remember as well as each other the way work would give way to the ease of each other’s company in the wee hours of the night. A joint passed between them, the thrill of playing chicken with touches and looks. And oh, when it turned to petting? Turned to rutting slow and easy? It was electric to chase the taste of smoke on Gabriel's tongue, not being sure if it was the drugs or the other man's touch that was making his skin prickle more.

He knows he shouldn't follow this thought - he had too many questions, too much unjust anger for the disappearance of this man who was never his - and yet skin hunger has haunted him almost as long as Gabriel has. (Cassidy is many things – but above all, he is only human.)

"That a theory, or an offer?" Cassidy drawled, eyes flicking up and down Gabriel's body in a way he never would of chanced back in Blackwatch. Instead of a reply, Gabriel picked up the mask, holding it out in front of him like a golden ticket. The way his eyes darked while doing it though? It perhaps betrayed how benevolent Gabriel was really being with all of this.

"Hold it to your face. I think you can figure it out from there, pup." Gabriel's voice was already dipping lower, scratching rough around the edges in a way that sent heat down Cassidy’s spine. He knew he should think this through more – for fuck’s sake, he didn’t know what the drug inside those pipes would do to him. It didn’t stop him though from lifting the mask to his face, peripherals going dark as it enclosed his sightlines. Quickly he felt the mask's edges conforming to his face - nanites? Bio responsive rubber? He couldn't find it in himself to care - especially as he realised how intensely Gabriel was watching him at this moment. Red eyes, bright and so vividly hungry. It was more than enough inspiration to lock eyes with Gabriel through the mask - and take one long, deep breath.

He could hear it happen; some unseen catch clicking open, gas hissing through the pipes he’d seen only moments before, and the smoke flooding into his mouth, sweet and damning. It was quickly drawn over his tongue, down into his throat like the most wicked of nicotine – the taste of it is something he ants to chase on its’ own. There's a sweetness to it, saccharine and inviting, but something else to it too. A crispness bordering on the medicinal without going too far, almost mint-like in flavor.

It’s distracting enough he doesn’t notice the first effects straight away - his shoulders catching from around his ears, him sinking just a bit into the cot underneath him. The tension of the reunion seemed to seep out with each passing moment of this drug seeping into his veins. And oh, wasn’t this all dangerous?

Without realising it, Cassidy found himself breathing deeper, deeper, like he could get the smoke to curl around the depths of his lungs and live there. It’d be worth it to see that look perpetually live on Gabriel’s face – mouth slightly open, eyes laser focused. Gabe had always had a look that felt like it stripped him back and lay him bare. Once it'd made Cassidy nervous in a way few things could. Now it just made his legs fall open as he finally exhaled, drawing the mask off to breathe out the plume towards the ceiling.

When he tried to hand back the mask though, Gabriel's eyes seemed to pin him where he sat..

"Actually, I think you can do that again. Can't you, Cass?"

Suddenly he's oh so aware of the weight of the mask in his hand, the weight of the gaze that sat on him like it'd never left, the weight of his hardening cock against his thigh. With a mouth gone dry he couldn't help but nod.

"...Yes, sir."

"Good boy."

And oh, the praise hit him like a shot of liquor – and he could see Gabriel knew it. Cassidy couldn’t bring himself to care though - not when his world has narrowed to him, Gabe and the mask in his hand weighed like a promise. With anticipation as potent of a drug as whatever the hell Gabe was having him breathe, Cassidy lifted the mask to his face again. Once again, the rubber latched to his face, once again he breathed deep of the sweet smoke. This time, he could almost feel the way that the smoke seeped in between his muscle fibers, how it curled in his temples to make his vision swim. His exhale came alongside a soft groan, teeth dragging over his lower lip as he tried to center himself within this heady, sudden high.

"Good?" Cassidy goaded after a few moments, smile wide and cheeky. The high was intense, but pleasant. If this was any other time, any other situation, this is when he would have put down the blunt and sunk into the couch for a while to contemplate his thoughts and how they flickered individually by. Gabriel didn’t look even close to finished with him, though.

"Not yet," the older man replied - Cassidy realised with a start that Gabriel's fingers were flexing in and out of the blanket on the cot he say on, the claws of his gloves have cut neat little holes into the wool. It was as if he’d needed to cut into the blanket to stop doing the same to Cassidy – and oh, wasn’t that an intoxicating thought all on its own? He couldn't help but imagine feel the cool metal along his skin, thumbing at his lips to part them, curling around his neck to squeeze. "Go on. Another one."

Cassidy couldn't help it - he whimpered as he brought the mask up to his face once more. It felt like it wasn't even his hand moving it, anymore - like he couldn't stop himself if he tried, like it wasn’t really him who had decided to flood his lungs once more with smoke. And oh, this time he could feel how it all went straight to his cock, making it flex and ache against his zipper as the drug dragged him down, down, down. His mouth felt so unfairly empty, his pants too tight-

-Which was a problem only made worse as he felt another hand on top of his, holding the mask to his face with force. Cassidy’s sharp inhale from shock was done straight into the mask too, making his head spin all the more as time seemed to stretch and twist out before him. When had he been pushed back onto the cot? When had his shoulders hit the blankets? All that he knew for sure was that the look on Gabe's face was positively predatory.

He knew there was no way for the other man to see that shock scrawled onto his face, how it melted into helpless arousal as Gabe straddled his hips. The triumphant grin on the other man’s face though as their hard cocks pressed together through leather and denim though? Oh, that made Cassidy more than convinced that Gabriel knew exactly the effect he was having.

"Again."

With his limbs like rubber Cassidy couldn't help but obey, pulling the smoke into his lungs like it was a lifeline. The way he rutted up against Gabriel was purely instinctual at this point - though trying to stop himself from rolling his hips up over and over was as futile as trying to stop the ocean's tides. Each moan came easier than the one before as his finger buried themselves into Gabriel’s thighs. With each breath the world became a bit more liquid, time seeming to stretch and twist like taffy as his arousal swallowed any higher brain function he had left.

Cassidy wasn't sure when his pants came off. He'd felt the scratch of Gabriel's claws against his thighs - he'd taken his gloves off, right? Maybe it was the drugs, but the face in front of him seem to warp - when the mask was lifted off Cassidy's face he swore Gabriel’s had shifted, the scarring at the other man’s mouth splitting open to reveal teeth stretching impossibly back. And was that one pair of eyes or two? Maybe even three, splitting the skin of his face and nestling in his hairline?

He should have cared more, should have forced himself to care more - but all he could bring himself to care about was if Gabriel wanted this. Wanted him with all the force that Cassidy wanted him in return. And oh, did the intensity of that gaze, the hands across his body speak to that desperately. When finally those fingers wrapped around his cock he couldn’t help but keen at the sensation of it all – god, was he already that close to the edge? The strokes were slow and steady, eased by his pre-come alone. Any attempt to look at the sight for himself though failed – his eyes were too hazy to focus on anything else but the glowing red of the gaze above him.

"There you go, Cassidy," and oh, Gabriel’s voice was wrecked – low and husky, scraped through in a way that made him throb. Lisped slightly as well – in his fucked-out state Cassidy couldn’t figure out if that was because of the jagged mess of teeth, or the long tongue he could see flicking out of the other man’s mouth. Whichever it was, it wasn’t stopping the filth that tumbled out of Gabriel’s mouth unbidden, thoughts that were only drilled further into his mind by the slow rock of Gabriel’s hips against his own.

“Been waiting such a long time to see you like this again. You look so good wrecked – I wish you could see yourself. Would keep you like this for days if I could – fuck your mouth until you craved it, made sure you never forgot the shape of me inside you. Fuck. Such a good fucking boy."

Cassidy couldn't stop his orgasm from crashing over him if he tried. -x- My Ko-Fi!

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8, 18, and 38 :D

8. Last song you listened to

Because I have a 3 year old with horrible taste in music, the last song I listened to was Dinosaur Dance by Danny Go 🫠

18. Do you need glasses?

Yes. I've had corrective lenses since I was 10!

38. Early bird or night owl?

I feel like I'm more of a middle of the day blue heron than anything.

Thank you so much for indulging me!

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Pomegranates and Cream

An Aladdin AU

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x f!bodied reader, implied Suguru Geto x f!bodied reader, implied Kento Nanami x f!bodied reader, implied Sugur Geto x Satoru Gojo, implied Kento Nanami x Satoru Gojo

Genre: Heavy smut with a tiny bit of fluff.

Warnings: Established relationship, dom/sub undertones, bondage, nicknames (sugar drop, sultana, beloved), exhibitionism, voyeurism, the reader is a princess, Gojo is a prince, oral(m!receiving), handjobs, blowjobs, boobjobs, aphrodisiac cream, humiliation kink, praise kink, male orgasm, dacryphilia, implied knife kink, dubcon (if you squint), discussions of threesomes.

MDNI

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A/N: This was requested by the lovely @princeasimdiya12! Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun working on this; it turned out so much better than I thought it would. Subby Gojo is the best. If enough people enjoy this, I might even write a second part... Let's hope the mood hits though.

When the news of the princess choosing to marry a commoner had first spread through the sultanates of the desert, many had mocked her decision to sully royal blood. Some thought her foolish, choosing love over a political alliance, and some thought her cunning to strengthen the bonds she held with her people. 

To fight the rumours, or perhaps enhance them to her liking, the sultana-in-waiting plunged herself into her work, pouring blood, sweat, and the brine of her tears into creating a formidable reputation for herself. 

Meanwhile, the prince consort, freed from the title of street urchin now indulged in every delight of the palace, hosting lascivious parties and grand feasts, pleasing guests of the nations that hoped to exploit his princess, twirling them in dizzy circles till they could no longer tell friend from foe. 

And when the newly made royal couple retired to bed each night, they put their skills new and old to use. Surviving in the streets had not been an easy task for Satoru, and he boasted many skills in his arsenal, the honey of his tongue that had been useful in situations one and all now used to bewitch his princess alone. 

On the night of their marriage and maiden tryst, his princess had shown Satoru that she was no blushing virgin, and her royal authority had shone through the first time she had climbed atop him, a beringed hand tightening around his neck. 

His princess’ life had grown taxing since, and Satoru had decided that his duty to the sultanate would be performed by keeping his princess stress-free — which is how he found himself here, bound hands and uncovered feet tugging at the scarlet rope securing him to the posts of their marital bed in his princess’ chambers. 

“Comfortable?” she crooned in his ear, the beads and jewels strung around her neck beating against the soft skin of her breast.

“Yes, my sultana,” Satoru breathed, and his princess smiled brightly at the title. 

“My good little prince,” she whispered, leaning down to tuck a lock of pale hair behind his ear. He always loved when she touched his hair, how she’d compare it to the snow of the mountains he’d never seen, to the downy plumage of owls from her fantastic stories. “How obedient you are.”

“I am enchanted by who gives the orders,” he rasped, arching upward in search of her mouth. He only found the skin of her collarbone, pressing a chaste kiss to the dip beneath the sharp plane, right above where the weight of her breasts swung heavily, where the heart he loved beat sharply. “How could I not be obedient?”

She tsked at his action, pulling his hair slightly, a moan drawn from his throat now streaked with the salty dew of his sweat. “Do you remember what we spoke of?”

Satoru nodded, biting his lip in anticipation of the gag that would soon rest against his tongue. “Two hooked fingers if I need to stop, sultana.”

His princess traced a sharp nail over his jaw. “Good.” 

Satoru exhaled shakily, watching as his princess pulled the long strip of satin that secured her hair and bundled it to place between his lips, saliva pooling to moisten the soft cloth scented of the jasmine milk she bathed in. The bindings of her breasts followed, securing his gag in place, and he glowed at the sight of her unfettered bust.

His princess showed him a copper bowl then, warmed over a candle, its contents liquid and creamy. Smearing some over her hand, she reached for the semi-stiff heat of his cock, a lewd sound issuing as she slicked her hand up and down, smearing the cream over the skin beneath the pretty mushroom head of his sex, the soft pad of her thumb pressing into his sensitive slit.

Unable to help himself, he bucked into her touch, a slobbery whimper leaving his breathless mouth. His princess was so ravishing it drove him mad.

She pushed herself to her knees, drawing the shimmery pale curtains around their bed. A spike of desire and panic coursed through him. Did she have more plans for him? A secret she had deigned to tell him of? He hadn’t the slightest clue, but couldn’t help a sliver of pride; sultanas ought to be good at manipulation. 

The blush-blossom-dyed curtains obscured Satoru from the room, but his princess’ gaze found him regardless, a sly smile on her plush berry lips. “Be silent, my prince.”

A shiver went through him, but not from the breeze that had swept in through the wide balcony. No, the cause was entirely something else. 

His princess made sure to check the quartet of ropes that secured him to the bedposts, pulling a raven feather-stuffed coverlet over his long, bare limbs. It did little to hide his swelling length, forming an embarrassing peak, but he appreciated the warmth nonetheless.

“Listen closely, Satoru.” He moaned softly at his name on her tongue. “There is something I have neglected to tell you. The Sultan of Kalasahn requested to meet with me a few weeks ago, and I did accept his invitation. He arrived half a sandglass ago, and it would be rude to not grant him an audience, even if it is an informal one.”

“Whmm?” Satoru felt himself tremble with jealousy at the thought of his princess granting any sultan a private, informal audience — but his princess had taken his words from him, and his helplessness struck him most severely. 

It was a shame his wife was so adept at reading his expressions, and her lips pressed into a line. “I can see you are displeased, so I will make you a deal. Be good, Satoru, my dear, and I promise to make it up to you.” 

The suggestion in her voice was enough to undo the bound prince, and he nodded so hard the bed shook with his vigour. Then a knock came on the door, and a slow burn heated his cock, and Satoru realised the gloriously terrible fate he had doomed himself to. 

“Sultan,” his princess greeted the strange man, bowing in deference.

A wicked smile was on his lips as he regarded Satoru’s wife. “Princess,” he did nought but incline his head, his eyes finding the sumptuous valley that the cut of her decadent amethyst blouse displayed. 

Rage, hot and crimson pulsed through him, but instead of passing as it usually did, Satoru felt the heat go straight to his stomach, enhancing the slow burn warming his cock. The effect of the cream was strange, disconcerting and so incredibly sultry all at once, the way it felt like his princess’ mouth around him but with an extra, secret edge. 

The gag kept the worst of his sounds at bay, but a little mewl broke from him, his legs tangling restlessly in the coverlet.

His princess indicated the spread of jewel pillows, striped rugs and furred throws on the floor. “Do find your comfort,” she smiled her tigress’ smile, reclining on the spread herself, casting a subtle look at her lover.

“I have come here to discuss politics,” the man said, but his gaze drifted to places only Satoru had the privilege of touching. He felt himself leak at the thought.

“There is no shame in being comfortable when we do.”

The man tossed his bilious robes. “Your method of business is refreshingly… different, I must say, princess.”

She let her gaze find her hidden prince, blinking to reassure him as she checked his hands. Satoru’s cock burned at the eye contact, the cream now ramping up to a sensation that felt similar to being sheathed inside his beloved — nothing could truly compare to that heaven, but the cream was trying really hard.

“I am to be sultana regnant, the true heir to my father’s kingdom. If I do not define myself, then who will? It is better to be different than forgettable.”

The man laughed, watching hungrily as she bit into the red flesh of a pomegranate, the ruby seeds splitting beneath her teeth, juice dripping down her throat. Satoru’s mouth watered at the sight; how he wished he could lick up that crimson dribble. 

“Princess,” the man sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He had not dared take a seat. “As a sultan, I am bound by both a man’s honour and a king’s honour. Let us speak tomorrow when the sun shines on secret things.”

She had expected this, had relied on it. The sultan was already in her jaws, and he did not know it. She sucked the juice from her fingers, and Satoru almost revealed himself then, his desire too strong to hold back. 

“As you wish, sultan.”

When they reached the door, the sultan turned abruptly, his eyes wandering to rest on the curtained bed. Satoru’s heart sped up as he felt the man’s gaze burn through the veil that separated the two halves of his princess’ life, which threatened to expose the risks she liked to take if drawn. 

His princess kept her calm as Satoru tamped the urge to wriggle under the weight of the man’s gaze, blood rushing so quickly to his cock that he was left dizzy, the heat of the lotion reaching a level that was excruciating and delectable, his hips fucking up into nothing.

“You certainly keep a host of secrets, princess,” the man said, tucking a loose strand of his long hair behind an ear. Had he seen through to the heart of the power dynamic that was playing out in the bedroom, or just Satoru’s splayed, desperate form?

“Just as any good ruler does, sultan.”

The sultan laughed at her silver tongue. “Indeed.” He placed a chaste, respectful kiss on her knuckles, and Satoru felt tears of humiliation leak from the crystal eyes his princess loved so much. “And please, princess, when we are alone- '' another surreptitious glance at the bed, one which did not go unnoticed. “-call me Suguru.”

His princess raked her eyes up and down Suguru, raising a curious brow. “I shall endeavour to, next time.” Satoru’s spit streaked his chin, his gag drenched.

Sultan Suguru’s hand on the doorknob, he threw one last smile over his shoulder. “Perhaps, in time, princess, you will invite me to indulge in your secrets.”

She placed her hand over his, pushing open the door to her chambers. “I think I am tempted by that offer, Suguru.” The way she said his name made Satoru whine, the sound doing nothing to shatter the electric atmosphere of the room, now stuffy despite the open balcony doors. “Goodnight, sultan.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

Finally, finally, the sultan had left, and Satoru had his princess all to himself again. “Flee-ashe,” he cried, aching for even her eyes on him. His garbled plea made him all the more pathetic.

“In a minute, my prince,” she called, rifling through the neat pile of scrolls on her desk, concealing the copper vessel from earlier in a locked drawer.

A genteel knock sounded on the chamber doors, and Satoru’s heart thumped wildly. Had Sultan Suguru returned? Was his invisible torment to continue? Would he have to watch as he took his princess up on her offer? More tears slipped from his stained-glass eyes.

“Who calls at this hour?”

“Captain Nanami, princess.”

Satoru shivered at the guard captain’s baritone. He was a stoic man with hair of straw and eyes of molten bronze. What if he came upon Satoru in his dishevelled, damp state?

His princess swung the door open to reveal the captain’s broad shoulders, business-like demeanour, and intense gaze. “What business, captain?”

“Pardon my intrusion, sahiba, but the tabib sent me here on urgent business. She says you hold a document, one which has the formula for a new medicine.”

His princess raised a hand to silence the captain. Perhaps she would send him away? Satoru prayed she did, for he could not take this exquisite torture anymore, the heat of his sex now fever pitch. 

“I know what Ieiri speaks of, but I have some tasks to finish.” Was that what Satoru was, a task? His pride smarted, but he couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at the humiliation. “You have leave to enter my chambers. Search as I finish tonight’s work.”

Saluting, the captain began his search, leaving not a surface untouched, his careful hands and careful gaze scanning every drawer, every nook, every cabinet, every corner as his princess read at her desk. Satoru wriggled, resenting the ease with which he moved through the space, his feet finding well-worn paths. 

Nanami had been here before, for what purpose, Satoru could imagine but was afraid to. His cock dribbled further at the vision, now forming a stain on the coverlet.

“I’m afraid I cannot find the scroll, sahiba,” he spoke, regret tinging his tone. 

“I think, in my forgetfulness, I may have left it on my bedstead.” Satoru held back a scream. “Would you check?”

“Sahiba, I am your guard and your servant… I would not dare think to cross the boundaries of royalty.”

“I have asked you to check, Nanamin.” The captain’s cheeks reddened at the endearment, and his hand grasped the edge of the curtain. Satoru’s heart leapt into his throat, his sex making fun of his fear by giving another aching throb. 

What Nanami saw upon his liege’s bed, concealed by curtains, was not what he had expected. To see the street urchin he had loathed and longed for, trussed as a snack upon his liege’s bed was a shocking sight that shouldn’t have aroused him so. 

His calloused hands went to the knife at his belt, one that had kissed the skin of Satoru’s throat too often to call the knife his own anymore. What a vision the snow-haired boy was, his cheek and gall vanished, his chest flushed and covers tented, ecstasy writ across his face. Nanami felt his knees buckle, spit pool in his mouth, wishing he could watch it splash against the lips that had taunted him so often with impetuous smirks. 

“Kah-ah-pten,” Satoru mumbled, the delicate bones of his cheeks bright with shame. That the guard captain he had once toyed with saw him this way, this weak. 

Despite himself, Satoru moaned like the whore he had once been. He still remembered the weight of the guard’s cock in his mouth, the fine he had avoided by swallowing Nanami’s length, those hands pulling at his hair. 

“Forgive me, captain, the scroll was on my desk all this while.” Shaken from his stillness by his princess’ voice, Nanami took care to smooth his features and draw the curtains around Satoru before taking the scroll from the liege’s hands. 

“Thank you, sahiba, and once again, my apologies.”

His princess led the man to her doors, her expression speaking volumes. “Before you take your leave, captain, answer my question.”

“Anything, sahiba.”

“I have come to understand that a soldier’s job is very frustrating… Have you ever felt the need to release those frustrations?”

Nanami swallowed, his fingers clenching around the scroll. “Yes, sahiba.”

“Next time, you will tell your princess when you have frustrations you wish to expel. That is an order.”

Nanami bowed deeply, his genuflection poorly concealing the ravenousness in his bronze gaze. “As you wish, sahiba.” The guard left without another word, the tightening in his loins too strong to ignore.

His princess parted the curtains, sidling up to curl beside Satoru, softly stroking his mussed hair. “Did my prince miss me?”

“Ye-ash, ye—” he cried, craving her touch where he burned. She drew the coverlet down to expose his cock, and it frightened him, how vigorously it pulsed with desire, the violent red colour of his head, the filthy mess of his weeping tip, the painful throb of his balls, the pulse of the thick vein that threaded his cock. 

Before he could beg further, his princess’ mouth was on his cheeks, kissing the tears from his petal-soft skin. “My sweet boy,” she comforted, peppering his face with kisses. It hurt to be loved so dearly, and he whined quietly at the attention. “My sweet, scrumptious ‘Toru.”

She ventured to the bridge of his throat, already so sullied with teeth marks and hickeys administered by his princess herself. “Sul-mph!” he cried, when her teeth teased at a pebbled nipple, swirling it in her mouth with the expertise of a woman who had spent her entire life eating strange delicacies. Her sharp nails kneaded the firm swells of his chest, leaving half-moons to redden as she licked her way down his stomach. 

His princess was happy to bite into the little pudge of his stomach, a sign that he was happy and well-fed, the sculpture of his physique still present beneath the weight of his joy. 

“My prince, remind me, we had a deal, yes?”

He bit into the satin stuffed inside his mouth, his hands fisted above his head to keep his composure. “Ye-ash, plin-shesh.”

“How would you like me to make it up to you, beloved?”

“Tusch me, phleashe!”

She looked up at him through her lashes, and he almost came undone right there, such as the craving in her gaze. “I will do as my prince wishes, then.” He gasped, shuddered and felt himself cry when his princess’ soft palm drew up his length.

He was so utterly close, the tension of the evening and the effect of the cream heightening the ferocity of his pleasure. His princess’ hands, with their sharp nails and dainty knuckles, looked so pretty wrapped around him, and the dollop of spit that fell from her loving mouth to slide down him was so utterly obscene that his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hair pasted to his forehead from sweat, his mind an empty place overwhelmed by the presence of his princess, his beloved, his wife.

When she undid her top, he knew he wouldn’t last long. Spreading more cream over her skin, she gathered her soft mounds and slid his cock between them, the pillowy smooth sensation and the kisses of her mouth as it sucked merrily on his tip every time it emerged from between her breasts making him tighten and tense all over, his orgasm sneaking up on him, sinking its claws into him. 

Noting the shift in his demeanour, his princess decided to free him of his torment, cupping the weight of his balls softly before engulfing him in the heat of her mouth. He went limp then, thrusting once into her, her teeth scraping lightly along the skin of his cock, his soul leaving his body as she swallowed all he had to give. 

He felt ropes of his cum streak into her mouth, the muscles of her throat fluttering around him as he sobbed through his orgasm, watching as she let the last feeble spurts of pearly white fall across her cheek, as she collected his release with fingers still ruby-red and licked them clean them with sordid relish. 

Undoing his ties and ropes, she let Satoru pull her into his arms, her hands soothing against his scalp, running down his back in consolation as he trembled, still coming down from his high. He gasped and sobbed further when she undid his gag, burrowing into her shoulder to stave off the delicious tremors that racked him.

“‘Toru, sugar drop, are you alright?”

He looked up, reaching to press a kiss on her nose. “That was wonderful.”

She brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe the tear tracks that streaked his skin. “I’m glad. Rest, and I will have a bath drawn for you.”

Before she could call for her servants Satoru grabbed his princess’ hand, pressing a kiss to where the man had, wishing to wipe a trace of him from her body. “Sultana?” he asked, unable to meet her eyes. 

“Yes, my prince?”

He hesitated. “Were you serious about letting that man indulge in your secrets?”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, his princess tipped his chin up to look him in the eye. “Listen well, my prince.” Her voice was low, seductive, and oh-so convincing. “I would do nothing that would hurt you, upon your body or in your heart. If allowing another to indulge in these delights with us is something that repels you, I shall not speak further of it. You make me happiest.”

His answering smile was shy, precious and most beautiful, and his princess said as much to him, causing Satoru to blush. “But I shall not deny that it is something that interests me, both in terms of politics and pleasure. So, I would like you to think it over. But never doubt, you will always come first, in my heart.”

Satoru thought over the night’s second encounter. “Sultana, did you wish for the captain to find me as he did as well?”

She raised a brow. “If I did?” She traced the curve of his lip. “I understand that Captain Nanami and you have had such an encounter before. Do not think I don’t know what goes on in my lands.”

Mollified, Satoru hid his face behind his hands. “So, if he wishes to release his frustration as he has done before, would you let him?”

“If you wanted such a thing, I would. Only if you wanted. Why my prince- “ she pulled his hands away. “-I would steal the moon from the sky for you if that is what you desired.”

“Would you enjoy it?”

“Very much… The thought itself floods me,” she smiled to herself, the hair on her arms rising. “Will you think about it?”

How could he say no to her? “I will think it over, my sultana,” he rasped, his insides gone liquid at the fantastic visions that plagued him. 

“That’s my good little prince,” she said, moving away to arrange for his bath. Leaning back on the pillows of their bed, Satoru felt his pulse flutter. 

Sultan Suguru was a beautiful man, close to rivalling his wife… How curious it would be, to let him indulge, have him watch as Satoru licked pomegranate juice from the hollow of his princess’s throat. 

He recalled the music of Captain Nanami’s groans when he had devoured him in the streets… How curious it would be, to watch his composure dissolve, have him make those sounds again, have him press a knife to his skin.

Curious indeed.

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15 questions for 15 mutuals

Thank you for tagging me @treason-and-plot! I rarely do these but I'll indulge(:

Are you named after anyone? Yes. But we're gonna leave that alone.

When was the last time you cried? A couple of weekends ago, our favorite duck got picked up by an owl and the shithead dropped her by the pond near our house. I looked like I'd gone a full round in the ring when I was done. Nature is beautiful but can be cruel, too.

Do you have kids? Yes, we have a 7 year old boy and a 3 year old little girl. They're my world(:

Do you use sarcasm a lot? It's a large part of my personality in most cases, lol

What sports do you play/have you played? I was a swimmer, loved riding horses and had a brief stint in boxing/self defense.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Their eyes. People don't realize how much they say through their eyes without speaking a word. Second is stature/handshake. A good handshake can say a lot about you, too.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings - I'm not a fan of horror. I've had horror in my life, I don't care to relive the feeling on a screen. I do like psychology, though, so I'm more inclined to watch a run on serial killers rather than a fictional story that's meant to simply scare you.

Any special talents? I have a deep joy in feeding people - my baking skills are subpar (I once made a loaf of bread that could have been used as a murder weapon, but that's another story lol) but I love cooking and experimenting in the kitchen. Design / I've found that I really love design and bringing something new out of the old. If I may be so bold, 3D design. I love this field and thoroughly enjoy creating aspects for digital creations that people can use to create realistic atmospheres.

Where were you born? Texas.

What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, history. Painting, 3D design, architectural design. Gardening (rudimentary at best, but it's therapeutic), caring and working with animals - especially horses. I also like nature, hiking, snowboarding (though it's been years), and wakeboarding - spending time at the lake. Also, exploring architectural sites/archives/museums.

Do you have any pets? Yes, though our situation has changed drastically over the last year. We still have our old man, Lance - who is a 9 year old shepherd mix. We lost Ellie, our hound last year of Cancer. And we had to sell the rest of our ducks as we will be moving later this year.

How Tall Are You: 5'4''

Fave subject in school? English/History.

Dream job? 3D world design.

Eye colour? Gold.

I would like to tag - @murfeelee @omedapixel @nonsimsical @modestpixels @desiree-uk @technicallyswagpizza @katsujiiccfinds @dhalsims @danjaley @bbcopperdaisy @silvakristiina (Sorry if y'all have already done one - or have zero interest!)

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WIP Friday! I was tagged by @megsvstheworld and @the-likesofus Thank you 💕

Rules:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

Ok there’s a theme here!

Copy of Dragons 13

Dragons 11 needs a tidy up

Dragons 12 wip

Chapt 14

Everything but

And Snippet: from copy of dragons 13

Eddie’s in the hall when Prince Evan greets Prince Ravi like an old and very close friend. His prince hugs Ravi and lifts him off the floor while Princess Lavana smiles on indulgently. Eddie carries on watching, unable to look away as she giggles when Prince Evan kisses her hand then picks her up too and spins her around. He watches Prince Ravi help steady his wife and bring his hand down on Prince Evan’s arm while he does it.

Eddie watches all that with a stiff back and blank face and he’s perfectly fine with every second of it.

Perfectly fine.

Prince au is coming on….

No pressure tags for @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @thekristen999 @cowboy-buddie @buddierights @swiftiediaz @jobairdxx @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @spaceprincessem @like-the-rest-of-la @rogerzsteven @wh0re-behavi0r @shortsighted-owl @lilbuddie @alyxmastershipper @elvensorceress

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Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @dragoninatrenchcoat! Thanks, this was fun. Some of these haven't been touched since 2016 😬 me checking an old doc: "what is this? Haha cringe."

Okay let's go!

An Alien in Amity

and suddenly Danny was in the KGB

BTTF drabble

chuck

chuck as well

Danny Gets Stuck in the Past and Accidentally Defeats Voldemort

Death Grips You Tightly

Doctor Where

Gonna catch 'em all cause he's ✨️spectacular✨️

Government Sanctioned Daniel

LITTLE BLUE GILLS

Living Dead (Boy)

Merlin Grimm

okay FINE Tucker in DC

Self indulgent garbage

The Doctor's Companion

The Formidable Neville Longbottom

There's a Phantom Roaming the Streets

Trial by fire

Two Peters in a Pod

Under the skin, behind the eyes

Untitled Document 1

Untitled Document 2

Untitled Document 3

Welcome to Mission Creek

What Do You Do When You're Dating a Criminal Mastermind?

You Can't Be Serious

And to no one's surprise, most of these are Danny Phantom fics 👍 thats uhhh-lot of people to tag @five-rivers @ectoentity @horrendoushag @roundaboutnow @dannyphannypack @pseudinymous @fruity-hub-blog @spooky-the-owl @himbohux @officialeggsuprise @thecollectter @theshadowrealmitself ehhh close enough. Anyone else who wants to participate please do :)

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⁎˚ ఎ Sonny agere headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

Can I request Sonny Featherland headcannons of any kind? Thank you and I understand if you’re unable to do so <3

•Sonny might have a collection of plushies representing different animals, especially birds like chickens, ducks, and other feathered friends. These plushies provide him with comfort and companionship during times of stress or anxiety

•His little age are from 4-6 yo

•When regressed, Sonny might enjoy playing classic video games from his childhood, like platformers or puzzle games. The nostalgia factor helps him feel connected to happier times and allows him to escape from the complexities of adult life

•Sonny finds peace in coloring books, using vibrant colors to bring life to the pages and express his creativity !

•Building blanket forts is a favorite pastime for Sonny when he regresses. He enjoys creating cozy hideaways where he can retreat from the world and indulge in his inner child, perhaps even inviting close friends like Marty to join him for a movie night inside the fort

•Sonny finds comfort in bedtime stories, either reading them to himself or listening to audiobooks narrated by soothing voices. Stories about adventure, friendship, and overcoming challenges resonate deeply with him and help him relax before drifting off to sleep

•Sonny has a special stuffed animal sidekick, like a wise old owl or a quirky rooster, that he confides in and carries with him everywhere. This plush companion offers him reassurance and encouragement, especially during tough times

•He may have a journal where he doodles his thoughts and feelings or writes imaginative stories inspired by his adventures as a detective

•Cuddle Time: Sonny craves physical affection when regressed and seeks out hugs, cuddles, and snuggles from his closest friends. He finds comfort in the warmth and closeness of physical touch, helping him feel safe and loved

•His babysitters might be :

•Marty MacChicken: Marty acts as Sonny's primary babysitter and caregiver when he regresses. As his loyal friend and partner in crime-solving, Marty knows just how to care for Sonny during his little age moments. He's patient, understanding, and always ready to join in on the fun, whether it's building blanket forts or playing pretend detective games !

•Natasha Catzenko: Natasha, with her no-nonsense attitude and motherly instincts, also takes on the role of Sonny's babysitter from time to time. She might not always understand Sonny's regression, but she respects his need for care and support. Natasha keeps a watchful eye on Sonny, making sure he stays out of trouble while still allowing him the freedom to explore his little age interests

•Sfw interactions only | read my dni ! •Don't repost and claim as yours ! Reblogs are okay but not reposts !

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BEN drowned (Sing My Lullaby AU - Headcanons)

BEN is short for Behavioral Event Network

BEN uses they/he pronouns

BEN is an adult and presents very androgynously 

He can hack and manipulate technology and they consider it one of his best aspects about themselves

They also can live in technology and manifest a body outside of the digital realm

BEN has his short green hair with black eyes

When in extreme emotional distress/overload, his eyes do turn the fanon black and red colour and he does cry blood

They dress very androgynously 

BEN is voiced by Avi Roque (the voice of Raine Whispers from “The Owl House”)

BEN doesn’t need to eat but does so anyway for fun

They can speak any language but are especially fluent in code

Ben Lawman is a part of BEN and is the originator

Ben Lawman was a 12 year old boy who drowned thanks to his uncle who was a Moon Child (a cult) member taking him to a cult meeting where Ben was tricked 

He was supposed to be the first Moon Child to ascend (die in service of the god/demon Lunas) so they put him in water, and he drowned

Enraged, Ben loomed for a while before more Moon Children were “ascending” and those ones he absorbed into himself to create BEN, aka Behavioral Event Network

BEN is the combination of all of these souls, an amalgamate of sorts, but also exists as their own being separate from the vengeful and angry Ben

There are 6 souls (Ben’s included) which make up BEN, not all of which are named or even remember their names

They are just BEN now

BEN is not associated with the Moon Children cult and will go out of his way to track down members and kill them

They are enemy number 1 to the Moon Children

However, despite hating the Moon Children, BEN cannot remember why as Ben has mostly locked himself deep away and will not emerge unless forced to

The Moon Children’s “god” Lunas is a High Demon who deceived the Moon Children and by extension also helped to create BEN

BEN doesn’t know this (Slenderman does) but doesn’t serve Lunas 

Lunas actually doesn’t like the fact that BEN kills Moon Children members because BEN was supposed to be some kind of servant to Lunas to help her kill other demons for more power

Relationships Headcanons:

Is best friends with Jeff and no one knows how or why

Him and Sally have a sibling-like relationship and he loves her immensely - she is the only person he is really truly open with

Loves to play videogames with the other Pastas who will indulge them

BEN is a bastard to almost everyone else, but internally really does care for the people they live with

Not shipped with anybody, but is an absolute nasty flirt when he wants to be

NSFW Headcanons, minors scram:

BEN is not into sex and considers the idea of it to be rather gross and isn’t really a romantic kind of lad either

[writerquil]

NOTICE:

Hi! Just a reminder that this account is mainly inactive now unless I decide to spontaneously return! I've also privated and deleted a few posts due to the fact they're arising arguments in my inbox, and due to me finding some old posts overall cringe lol.

Contacting me on the internet is probably going to be a little tricky these days, due to the fact I'm typically offline on AO3 as well. So if you need anything try leaving a message in my inbox, I'll get to it eventually through my routine checks of my social medias.

Thank you! :)!

Me And My Blog Introduction

Blog Description: Honestly this blog doesn't have much of a purpose. It'll probably just me posting different ship shenanigans, fandom statements and rants.

DNI List: Any fandom is pretty much allowed but no proshippers, or whatever else you consider yourself "comshippers", you can COMe back the way you came.

Name: You can call me Writer! (Which, I understand is kind of strange, because I am actually a writer. I just have a weird emotional connection to the nickname).

Pronouns: You all can consider me anything and I probably won’t care. But if you really need something, I’m fine with she/her because that’s what people use on me irl.

My Requests: I have an old request list, but for the current time being it's closed!

Social Media’s: You can find me on AO3 under WriterQuil!

Fandoms:

Total Drama

Hazbin Hotel

Demon Slayer

Life of Luxury

Creepypastas

The Stanley Parable

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

Nimona

Welcome To The Game

Killer Frequency

Portals

Detroit: Become Human

Venom

Death Note

Hannibal

Good Omens

What We Do In The Shadows

IT

Resident Evil (Village, never got over it)

The Owl House

Killing Eve

Little Nightmares

Favorite Musical Artists:

Marina And The Diamonds

Will Wood

Arctic Monkeys

OTP(S):

Alenoah (Total Drama)

Gwourtney (Total Drama)

Parkster (Life Of Luxury)

Stanarrator (The Stanley Parable)

ChellDOS (Portals)

Veddie (Venom)

Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Reddie (IT)

Lumity (The Owl House)

Villaneve (Killing Eve)

Conclusion: Anyway, thank you for taking the time to indulge in my blog and have a nice day!