#thanks for tagging me rye!

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

Y ⭒ youngest daughter by superheaven

O ⭒ oceania by björk

U ⭒ use me by grace jones

N ⭒ not sorry by the cranberries

G ⭒ gas panic! by oasis

E ⭒ every night by odetta

S ⭒ schizophrenia by sonic youth

T ⭒ the stars by ocapello's

D ⭒ do i move you? by nina simone

A ⭒ any other way by jackie shane

U ⭒ unpunishable by ethel cain

G ⭒ get gone by fiona apple

H ⭒ happens to the heart by leonard cohen

T ⭒ the upper peninsula by sufjan stevens

E ⭒ everything goes to hell by tom waits

R ⭒ rollin' tumblin' (remix) by r.l. burnside

S ⭒ solo estoy by los yorks

Y ⭒ you're so cool by nicole dollanganger

N ⭒ never say never by romeo void

D ⭒ destroying angels by sneaker pimps

R ⭒ run....run by elizabeth cotten

O ⭒ our ages or our hearts by roberta flack

M ⭒ missed by pj harvey

E ⭒ earthmover by have a nice life

Was tagged by my darlingest @supersonic1994 to do this yayyy thank u <3<3<3 ive no idea whos done this yet so ignore if youve done it already lol @twoheadedfawnn @concordewillfly @rivertigo @evebabitzgf @peachboy27 @projectiondepartment and if u wanna do it say i tagged u <3<3<3

[maingh0st]

Are you reading the old or new version of tithe? How you like it so far?

oh I actually was unaware there were different versions! if anyone sees this and knows the differences, I’d love a primer. but I assume mine is the new version—it’s the newer cover.

I’m about 70 pages in, and as a disclaimer, I’m mostly paying attention to holly’s craft (I like learning!) so most of my notes so far are related to that. but some random thoughts:

breakneck pacing. the first chapter is so cursory that it’s odd. if I had to guess, I’d assume Holly does not struggle to move plots along, but does have to go back & create space for moments & characters to breathe (it seems like a skill she’s grown in since tithe)

her talent for capturing the feel of a place can definitely be seen in this book, even through some other more odd writing choices. like there’s an old, dilapidated coastal town, and I fully felt like I was there based on the sensory details she decided to highlight. I’ve also made note of other turns of phrases that I’ve found lovely—like at one point, there’s a line about the stormbright sky painting the woods silver. simple but beautiful. she’s just great with visual treats like that

I have no strong feelings about the characters yet—obviously I’m interested in Roiben, and I’m inclined to like Kaye, but that’s more a symptom of having read tfota. I don’t know how differently I’d feel if I’d picked this book up first

I’m excited to learn more about other courts. also, just getting more of a feel for how the fey work is cool—like the iron-tipped arrow, kaye’s magic, etc.

The tone of this one is wildly different than tfota lmao. I think @thewinecoloredsea called it fairy Euphoria or something like that and I see it now

KISS MY ASS, RATH ROIBEN RYE

[remindertoclick]

Your reminder to Click for Palestine today!

Once you've done that, here's a fun poll to say thank you!

[dekarios]

— rules: go here and make a poll with your top 10 most listened-to artists (long term!) and let your followers choose which one they like the most.

tagged by @mt07131 thank you :3c

ok so 3 of these are composers i am unsure if they should COUNT.... if i removed the composers Interpol, TWICE and Daoko would be on the poll...... but alas i am not removing them i will always be a slave to sdv ost and lotr/hobbit ost being my top two. if anyone remembers my last years spotify wrapped it was the exact same and it is this year too. save me.

THE FUNNIEST PART IS HOWARD SHORE IS HERE BUT I SKIP MOST OF THE TRACKS CUZ I HAVE ALL THE INTENSE BATTLE TRACKS AND SHIT IN THERE TOO AND I DONT WANNA LISTEN TO THEM MOST OF THE TIME.................... i think it still counts tho cuz sometimes i just forget to press skip and i suffer through the 5 or so minutes like ough this is intense....... anyway..........

i think ghost might win. or borislav. so many of you are bg3 blogs still. if its not them its probably concernedape we love cute farming game music on tumblr dot com

tagging everyone who liked this post undercut!!! :D

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[o-sachi]

─── Sachi's Selfship Event ✦

Heya, here's my event for my 500 followers milestone. It's been fun writing my silly thoughts and sharing it on this blog. Thanks for all the support y'all have given me. But, as I've mentioned in my last post, I'll start writing on a different blog.

eermmm... update?

✦ The Event ───

Basically, you tell me about your selfship and I give you a set of headcanons based on the SFW alphabet (see content under the cut for the alphabet). For moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

For fandoms, please keep it within Blue Lock, Wind Breaker, Mashle, and Kaiju no. 8!

✦ Instructions ───

Send me an ask containing the following: your chosen character, your chosen letters, your likes & dislikes, love languages (receiving and giving), hobbies, interests, basic description of your appearance, picrews, random facts, some of your own lore about your selfship, etc. —literally everything that can help me write a more accurate set of headcanons

* Since some people might not be comfortable sharing their info, I’ll keep the asks in my inbox and tag you on your post instead. But if you’re on anon, I have no choice but to answer the ask.

✦ Rules ───

1. Do not rush me with your request. If you’ve sent me an ask, I’ve definitely read it.

2. Only one selfship per person!

3. Do not include any nsfw information in the ask that you will send me.

Note: Depending on the amount of asks I get, I might not be able to fulfill all of them. Of course, moots and followers take priority!

Fulfilled Letters !

✉️: Letter for Lumi ✉️: Letter for Candy ✉️: Letter for Amy ✉️: Letter for Rye

✉️: Letter for Maru ✉️: Letter for Chiya ✉️: Letter for Miro✉️: Letter for Jei

✉️: Letter for Mari ✉️: Letter for Luvlyycy

Check under the cut for the letters you can choose from ~

These are just general descriptions for each letter, but based on the info you'll give me, I can delve into it deeper and provide stuff beyond what is written here.

A - Affection How do they show their affection for you? Do they get bouts of cuteness aggression?

B - Best Quality What they think is/are your best quality/ies and why

C - Comfort How do they comfort you when you're sad and down?

D - Dates What kind of dates do you two like to go on? How frequent?

E - Early Relationship How did you two get together? What was it like when you were just first starting out?

F - Fights What do you usually fight over? Do you quarrel often? How do things get resolved? Who says sorry first?

G - Gifts Their favorite gift that they got from you or a gift they've given to you. Do they like receiving gifts? If so, what kinds?

H - Hugs Are they a hugger? What kinds of hugs do they prefer? What about cuddling?

I - Intimacy What makes you feel connected at a deeper level? What kind of romance do you have?

J - Jealousy How jealous are they? How do they deal with it?

K - Kisses How do they kiss you? Do they like kissing?

L - Laughter What are your inside jokes? What do you usually laugh about together? Who's funnier?

M - Memories What is your most cherished memory together?

N - Nicknames Do they like nicknames? If so, what do they like to be called or what do they call you?

O - Other People What do other people think about your relationship? (Family, friends, co-workers, etc.)

P - Patience How patient are they? Who's the more patient one between the two of you? What happens if they lose their patience?

Q - Quirks What are some quirks you adopted from each other? Or what are the quirks that only come out when you're together?

R - Rituals What are some things in your routines that you like to do together? Is it common or unusual? How frequent is it? Is it a daily, weekly, or annual thing?

S - Support How do they show their support for your hobbies and interests? How involved are they?

T - Time Apart How do you spend your time apart? Who caves first? Who handles it better?

U - Uniqueness What sets you apart from other couples?

V - Values What are your shared values?

W - Wildcard Random headcanon about your relationship

X - XOXO What are the little things that they do for you? Do you notice them or maybe they go unnoticed?

Y - Yin & Yang How do you complement each other? How do you make them a better person? Or how do you make them happier? Are you two opposites or are you more similar to each other?

Z - Zrandom (sorry ran out of ideas, forgive me) Pick a theme or any topic and I'll make a headcanon for it :)

Again, for moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

One For The Road [1]

Cecil Dennis x AFAB!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals• masterlist • ao3• want to be tagged? • request info • ko-fi •

Series Masterlist

Summary: Cecil forgets he invited you over.

A/N: The biggest thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading this and fixing some of my British-isms <3 I owe you my life!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, weed use, fleshlights, Cecil talking about 'Catcher In The Rye', fingering, Cecil coming in his pants, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 3404

You Sit and Talk to Me on the Floor

You lean back against the sofa, getting comfortable as your high pleasantly buzzes in the back of your head.

You’d been pretty pissed when you’d got here and Harry was nowhere to be found. (You, him and Cecil and Harry’s new girlfriend Mary-Ann, who you hadn’t met yet, had plans to hang out and watch a film. Or at least that’s what Cecil had told you.) He’d grinned when he’d opened the door, “What are you doing here?”

Turns out he’d been high (unsurprising) when he’d messaged and asked you. And had promptly forgotten all about it without letting Harry or Mary-Ann know. 

And now Harry was ‘working’. Or something. Cecil wasn’t exactly clear. 

Ever since he’d been dumped by his girlfriend Cecil had been staying with his cousin to ‘get back on his feet’, or more correctly, ‘make a mess, panic, tidy the house in a crazy rush to a standard that would put a professional kitchen to shame and then repeat’. 

He’d apologised for a good fifteen minutes when he realised his mistake, and had offered you a brownie as he ushered you inside. 

“Is there weed in this?” 

He stared at you like you’d grown an extra head. “It’s a brownie.”

“You know pot isn’t a standard ingredient, right?”

He’d pulled a face that made you laugh. “What’s the point in that?” 

.

Cecil sits on the floor, leaning against the sofa and lolling his head back as he talks to you, “I’m really glad you came actually, sorry again,” he smiles shyly, “I was kinda lonely.”

“You can hire people for that.” You tease and he snorts.

“No, that’s not what I mean. Besides,” he shrugs, “I’m broke.” 

You giggle, finding it far funnier than you normally would. 

He grins and takes a swig of his beer before another hit from his bong. 

“How many brownies did you have?” You ask, interested, you’d only had one. 

“Two… and a half.” 

“And you’re smoking too?” 

“Yeah? I mean,” he puffs up his chest proudly, “I got a high tolerance.”

“If there were an olympics in getting high you’d probably get a gold.” 

“I definitely would get a gold, I bet they used to have that, weed consuming, in the olympics I mean. They used to have poetry and people competing naked and everything, and then it got ruined.” 

“With clothes or lack of poems?” You smile.

“Both.” He nods confidently. “Though maybe some clothes is a good idea…” He ponders for a moment, “I bet if you run and you got no pants on your dick just,” he flops his hand around like crazy and you giggle, “I mean, that would hurt. And boobs!”

“Boobs?” You wheeze out. 

“Yeah, I bet some boobs would hurt too, you need those high impact bras and all that.”

“How do you know about that?” You run your hand through his hair absentmindedly, he always did have such soft, rich curls. 

“I’m a guy of knowledge, you know. I know many things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“Like what then?” 

He leans a little into your touch, smiling as you stroke his hair. “Erm, I know that this,” he taps the part of the sofa he’s leaning against, “is called a sofa skirt.” 

“Is not.”

“Is too.” He grins at you when you poke out your tongue. “I know the sky’s blue because of Rayleigh scattering-”

“What’s Rayleigh scattering?” 

“Why the sky is blue.”

“Cecil…” You roll your eyes playfully and he giggles. 

“Okay, okay, it’s to do with light particles and how they,” he waves his hand to the side making a buzzing noise, “move about when they’re in a wavelength.”

“How do you know that?”

He shrugs, “I dunno. Just do. Something stuck once I guess.”

You nod, “Pretty impressive skill.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “I don’t control what sticks, I’ve literally read every single math book I ever could on how to do algebra when I was in high school and nothing.” He pauses and then smiles, “I can quote Catcher in the Rye to you though.” 

“What?” You shift a little, leaning closer. “Like the whole thing?”

“Mostly,” he shrugs again but he puffs his chest out, obviously pleased at your interest. “But I guess I could just be making it up if you don’t know it word for word and don’t have a copy in front of you.” 

“I trust you.” You say kindly and he beams. 

“Well, okay, look, first paragraph, because it’s easy,” he swallows and clears his throat. 

“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.” He puts on a voice as he speaks, at first it’s jokey as he tries to poke a little fun at himself, but as he continues it relaxes, becomes more like he’s inhabiting the voice of the character. 

“That’s very, very cool.” You grin and he smiles shyly, looking down at his hands before taking another hit. “Yeah, well, doesn’t help much.”

“You like Catcher in the Rye?” 

He nods. “Got an A+ on that report.” He grins, “I always thought it was sad, you know? The story I mean. Just a kid trying to be an adult because that’s what society implies, when really he just wants to be… you know… enjoy his childhood.” He nods a little. “I like that his little sister is more mature than him, that he has this innocence to him. That even though the story is about a loss of that, in the end, I dunno, I don’t think it fully happened.” 

You incline your head, staying quiet so he’ll continue.

“I mean, I think he’s still innocent. Still playing at being an adult. Like everyone is.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “But whatever.” 

You give his shoulder a light shove, “But whatever? Cec,” you lean forward, your hand still in his hair, “that’s so good, like insightful.” You say sincerely. 

He gives you a bashful smile, his eyelashes fluttering a little as you compliment him. “Yeah, you know, thanks.” There’s the smallest flush to his cheeks. “You’re so smart and everything so that means a lot.” 

“Cec,” you say softly, shaking your head, “you gotta think better of yourself.”

He nods halfheartedly.

“Really, you got to, you…” You pause, trailing off as something catches the light and inadvertently, your eye. It’s shoved to the side, on the floor between the right hand side of the sofa and the wall. 

Cecil looks around to where you’re staring, mildly interested for a moment before his eyes widen. “Oh, shit, sorry!” He goes to push it further under the couch and out of sight but doesn’t reach far enough and ends up falling onto his side and flailing about. 

“Is that what I think it is?” You giggle, unable to stop yourself. 

“Erm…” He looks up at you, trying his best to give you a winning smile from the floor. “That depends on what you think it is?” His voice is hopeful. 

“A flesh light?” 

He groans and puts his hand dramatically over his face. 

You laugh harder. 

“Ugh.”

“It is?” You ask excitedly, unsure why this is amusing you quite so much. 

“Mhmmm.” 

“Yours?” 

“Yes.” 

“Oh my goooooood,” you lean down and ruffle his hair until he has to take his hand off his face to bat you away and starts laughing, “Cecil getting it on in the living rooooooom.” 

“No!” He lies.

“Ohhhhh, is that what you were doing before I got here?” The glee in your voice is palpable. “Is that why it took you so long to answer the door?” 

“Stop.” He tries to pout but keeps laughing. “I hadn’t got that far yet.”

“Yet?” 

“You came over! That’s more important than jacking off.” 

You snort loudly. “I’m honoured.” 

He pulls a playful face and lightly smacks your calf. 

“I wouldn’t have stopped having a wank just because you came over.” You joke and Cecil bursts into hysterics. 

He manages to calm down long enough to spit out his next words, “I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” 

“What?” 

“If you wanted to get down and whatever, that’s fine, I’d just hang in the kitchen.” 

It’s your turn to have a laughing fit. “Oh, you’re so slimy.” You tease, adjusting your skirt as you move.

“No, no,” he sits up, still giggling, his cheeks flush. “I wouldn’t watch or listen, I’m not being a perv.” 

“Sure, sure.” 

“Hey! I don’t need to spy on people, I can, you know.”

“What?” You grin.

“See it on the TV whenever.” 

You start laughing again. You had been expecting a bit of macho, ‘I can pick up willing partners whenever I want to’, not ‘I’ll watch some porn’. 

“Yeah?” You prod him in the arm playfully. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “that’s what I was doing before you came over.” 

“Oh, good to know.” You chuckle. Part of you knows it’s the weed that’s making you a little less guarded than you usually were, but you can’t help yourself. “What were you watching then?”

“Well, I hadn’t decided yet.” He shrugs, but he’s grinning, obviously quite happy to talk with you about this. “I was having a look.” 

“On what?” 

“PornHub,” he shuffles towards the TV on his knees and grabs the remote and then his phone. “I cast it, see,” the screen mirrors his phone as he scrolls through. “I was just browsing.” 

“You say that so casually.” You goad him playfully. 

“Yeah, well, I mean why not? Most people look at porn.” 

You nod.

“Don’t you?” He asks, quite innocently as he cocks his head to the side. 

Heat rushes under your skin. “Well, erm, yeah, I mean.” 

He grins, but not in a gloating way, more pleased that you’re both sharing something. 

“What, erm,” you squirm a little, feeling foolish and trying to push the focus back to him. “What do you normally watch?” 

“Like porn wise?” 

“Mmhmmm.” 

He grins, “lots actually, my tastes are very varied.” He says like he’s talking about wine. “Sometimes two girls, sometimes a guy and a girl, sometimes two guys, sometimes a group. Sometimes just someone by themselves.” He shrugs and looks up at you, when he sees you’re still listening he swallows and continues, “I got a favourite.” 

You nod, your mouth dry. 

“It’s two girls, erm, it’s not even like, that,” he waves his hands, “it’s just, it’s quieter, I guess? They sound more… natural. Like it’s not being put on for show, and they got like, these suits. It’s not like latex or anything, not that there’s a problem with that, it’s sort of like body suits, skin tight, but hands are free, and boobs, and,” he motions to his crotch, “down there, and… they sort of… like just…” his face reddens a little more. “They, rub together in like missionary and come and… and it just sounds so nice. They look like they’re really enjoying it.” 

He looks up at you again and fidgets, his eyes dark. 

The nervous expression, the flush to his cheeks shouldn’t be endearing, shouldn’t make you feel a twist of heat in your stomach. 

“I could… show you?” He says quietly, like he’s trying to tiptoe around something else. 

You find yourself nodding once, saying, “Okay.” before you even realise it. 

He finds it quickly on his phone and sits down next to you on the sofa, a hands width away. 

You stare at the TV while looking at him from the corner of your eye. 

“This reminds me of high school.” He says quietly, biting his lips together. “A group of us used to, when porn was harder to get hold of, used to like, watch it together and smoke.” 

You nod, a quick reply simply not coming. 

The video starts, the two women posing for the camera before they make their way to the bed.

“I used to worry,” he continues, “because sometimes weed makes me really horny.” He shrugs, flinching inwardly at why he said that. 

“I get that.” You swallow. 

One woman climbs on top of the other. 

“You do?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” why are you speaking, why can’t you just shut up? “The horny thing.” 

“From smoking or watching porn?” He asks innocently. 

“Both, I guess.” 

He hums, nodding. “Me too.” 

You both continue to watch for a moment in an odd silence, the air is thick with an oppressive weight. You want to look at him again, want to see his soft eyes and plump lips. 

Cecil shifts a little, fidgeting once before he pushes the heel of his hand against his leg and… wait… not his leg. 

His erection is straining against his jeans.

You can’t help but look, going over the shape and outline and- You freeze. He’s looking right at you.

“Sorry.” He gives you a sheepish smile as if he was the one that had been caught perving. “Guess it’s a bit more obvious on me.” He jokes, but the tips of his ears still flush. 

“No, yeah, I mean…” you stumble over your words, trying to fill the gaps as the moans from the TV grow louder and… they did sound like they were having fun. “I mean,” you swallow and start again, “I, if I had a dick, you’d see it,” you motion your hand upright. 

“Yeah?”

You nod. 

“Not just saying that to make me feel better?” He asks, gently nudging you in the shoulder.

“No… I would.” 

He gives you a sweet look, but it’s still disbelieving. 

“Cecil, I’m not lying.” 

“I don’t know…” 

“Why would I lie?”

“You’re too nice all the time, it’s not lying it’s ‘sparing my feelings’.” He motions with his hands.

“Well, I’m not,” you fold your arms. “I’m being truthful.”

“Okay.”

“Cecil.”

“I said okay,” he teases. “I’m agreeing with you.”

“But you don’t believe me.” 

He nods. “That’s true.”

You huff air through your nose, exasperated. “I’m not lying.”

“Sure.”

“There’s no point to me lying.” Your voice raises a little at the end, which only makes it sound more like you are lying. 

“Okay.” 

“Oh, fuck you.” 

He laughs, “just because you’re a dirty and bad liar, doesn’t mean-”

You don’t know why you do it, but you grab a hold of his hand and press it forcefully between your legs. “See?” Your voice sounds sure of itself, like a gloat. But your mind is just only catching up with your actions. And the sensation of Cecil’s warm, thick fingers against your core. 

You’re wearing a skirt, the only thing separating your skin from his is the thin material of your panties which are undoubtedly damp. 

“Oh,” he breathes, his cock twitches. “Yeah, you’re…” 

You freeze, still holding his hand against you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

His fingers brush a little against the cotton. The action takes you by surprise and much to your dismay a weak gasp leaves your lips.

He glances up to your face as you keep your eyes closed, screwing them shut to avoid his gaze. But seemingly he finds what he was looking for. 

He moves his fingers again, a little firmer this time, tracing a soft circle against your clit and you shudder. 

There’s a pause, a fraction of a second as he waits for you to stop him, to tell him no. 

You don’t. 

So he does it again, and again, and again until you’re squirming. Your breath is coming out fast as your hips shallowly move in time with his fingers. 

He inches closer to you, pressing his chest against your shoulder and resting his forehead on your temple. 

Cecil moans softly in your ear as you whine, your lip between your bottom teeth as you watch the two women fuck on screen without really seeing. 

He slowly presses on the damp patch, rubs along your core before he slips your underwear to the side and touches you lightly. 

You jolt, gasping, turning your head to press your forehead to his. 

He groans as he traces his forefinger along your slit, marvelling at the slick that coats the tip of his finger before he lightly pinches your clit. 

“Cecil,” you breathe. 

“It’s okay,” he mutters, kissing your cheek and then your lips gently, “it’s okay, it’s just a friend helping another one out. Just helping…” He drapes his free arm around your shoulders, his fingers mirroring the pattern of his other hand on your arm. 

He kisses you again, soft and sweet as he lightly teases you with the tip of his tongue. 

The second you part your lips he inhales deeply, angling his hand and pushing two fingers deep inside while flicking your clit with his thumb. 

You gasp, your moans music to his ears as he kisses you wantonly as he curls and strokes your walls. 

“Oh, god, you’re really wet,” he bites his lip, grunting as he presses closer, curls deeper until you’re bucking and practically sobbing. “Really tight, mmm, feel so nice inside.” He mumbles, not really registering what he’s saying as he pants in your ear. “Thank you for letting me, oh,” he shivers as you whine, grabbing hold of any part of him you can reach and clinging on, silently begging him to continue.

“Is that good? Is that where it’s nice?” He swallows, stroking the same spongy spot again and groaning when your thighs quiver. 

You nod rapidly and he coos, “oh good, good, mmm,” he kisses your neck, breathing deeply to fill his lungs with your scent. “God, so nice and warm, bet you got the cutest little pussy? Fuck.” He groans, moving so he can rub his crotch against your thigh, “you’ll let me look sometime? I would love to see it, bet it’s so sweet.” 

Your eyes roll back, your muscles tensing as he keeps moving, keeps pulling you closer to that edge. Your moans are overshadowing the sounds of the TV, the squelch of his fingers fucking you relentlessly bouncing around the room. 

You can hardly think, hardly form words, your mind obsessed with the reaction that all consuming pleasure that is so, so near. 

“Bet it’s the prettiest pussy I’ll ever see,” he groans, the friction of his jeans burning deliciously against his cock as he rubs himself over your thigh, making him lightheaded. Being near you is making him lightheaded. The fact that you’ve let him touch you, and be in you is dizzying and those sounds you’re making are enough to make him come on the spot. Right now, so close. Just a tiny little more friction and-

You clench around his fingers, crying out as your orgasm is pulled expertly from you. Cecil whines, keeps moving his thick fingers in that blinding pattern and pressure, as he follows you instantly. Your blissed out expression driving him clean over the edge. 

You shiver, your thighs shaking as you come, as the pleasure seems to stretch onwards and as Cecil moans softly in your ear. 

You both breathe, Cecil’s fingers still inside you as you stroke a hand through his hair. A wet patch starts to bleed into his boxers, but he doesn’t care. Not when you’re so close and he feels so happy.

He opens his mouth to speak and-

There’s a key in the lock, and the front door opens. You both jump, moving away from each other to the opposite ends of the sofa as Harry comes back. 

You feel oddly empty without his touch, without his fingers buried inside. 

Harry pokes his head around before he comes into the room, he looks at the bong and beer and porn still playing on the TV. “You guys started the party without me?” He kids. 

You laugh, not entirely convincing. 

“Cecil, man, what’re you doing showing off your porn playlist huh?” Harry jokes and Cecil shrugs. 

He’s using his forearm to cover any signs of his softening erection and wet patch, while he dangles his other hand off the arm of the sofa, out of Harry’s sight. Where his cousin can’t see how he rubs his slick covered fingers together.

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Hurricane Helper (credits)

Drawn by my wonderful Double Battle partner, Professor Case! (LOOKIT HOW CUTE WE ARE SHE GAVE ME A CASTFORM RAIN PONCHOOO 🩵)

We gathered our accumulated donations for the Hurricane Helper fundraiser & sent a check of $910 to Greater Good Charities! That’s about double the amount we were hoping to gather! OAO✨ I’ve never done a fundraiser like this before, so it was quite something. It was definitely a marathon, but I’m very happy I got to be a part of it. 🥲

Seeing as I already posted all the Hurricane Helper drawings I did (if you’d like to see Professor Case’s or just see more of her adorable drawings, visit her IG!), I figured I’d do a little something different! >u>

*ahem!* Without further adieu!

Hurricane Helper Hall of Fame

Palpitoad (PKMN Conservationist Josh)

Wooloo (wooloo.is.ineffable)

Cinderace (Snowy)

Flareon (animetriplicate)

Sinistcha (balanc3)

Hisuian Lilligant (Leaning_Lavender)

Oshawott (Babblebunn)

Shaymin (Missmelimoon)

Cyndaquil (infernobot1983)

Pansear (themopdontstop)

Arcanine (Estha)

Piplup (eileencalub)

Darkrai (pixelsocs)

Chandelure (leon_ivooo)

Psyduck (stanproductions)

Joltik (Obsidian1002)

Shiny✨Primarina (emsbizzareadventure)

Spidops (ace, spider queen)

Galarian Mr. Mime (maisnon_overture)

Ursaluna (mafre1dyne)

Red Floette (Mirai)

Milcery (namelessbry)

Mimikyu (Day)

Sylveon (sylvieon906)

Scorbunny (nyaaarukami)

Glaceon (jasngu)

Luxray (corinthians-13)

Illumise (doopieishere)

Munchlax (fewest.spamzz)

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Yanmega (apprentice.64_)

Leavanny (Rye Tasche)

Mr. Rime (Just Being Honest Cards)

Ampharos (NerdyConfection)

Low Key Toxitricity (Roxie_Rocket)

Milotic (lurkingprincess)

Aggron (thatflanneldm)

Mudkip (aloofdogs & ravenmarcotte)

Reshiram (_Winako_)

Banette (lizzarrdd_)

Shiny✨Wooloo (wooloo.is.ineffable)

Shiny✨Trapinch (djfannaftv)

Shiny✨Mimikyu (feathers_flowers)

Weavile (AwayHealer)

Jumpluff (kcunningham003)

Axew (jjcjojo34)

Regigigas (someone)

Absol (Alison)

Eevee (Coordinator Vic)

Greninja (ILikeGreen)

Flygon (justopia246)

Leafeon (ZTech6)

Ditto (Smiles5ever)

Volcarona (dubstepkittenyt)

Shiny✨Absol (zer0_w0lf)

Totodile (janetmuis_)

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Charmander (casualSnickers)

Growlithe (two.wheel.symphony)

Hisuian Zorua (Lunalovely)

Espurr (fullofmetalalchemist)

Incineroar (yairartmo)

Shiny✨Corviknight (Inkinary)

Ledian (pk_ninja10)

Vanilla Alcremie (Mirai)

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Muddled Waters 2

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, blood, violence,, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your boss has a dangerous secret.

Character: Nick Fowler (mob au)

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

Your shift goes as usual. You make drinks to order and bring them out to the tables, or to set in the windows set into the walls of the private rooms. Those are for the more exclusive patrons, the ones who remain mostly faceless. The Sapphire is as close to a speakasy as you’d find in this century.

As you bring out a single scotch and place it on the ledge of the order window, a voice intone from the other side.

“Pardon me,” the English lilt wafts through, “your boss wouldn’t happen to be in house?”

You pull back your hand and consider the question. The customers in the rooms never talk to you. No thank yous, no pleases, no special orders. Those all come through the screen in the back which lists their demands; no olives, extra salt, double vodka...

“No, sir, I’m sorry, he’s not in,” you reply.

“Pity,” he remarks and a hand reaches to take the glass. “You will let him know I was here. In Room Four.”

“I’ll mention it. Would there be a name I should give him?”

“He will know,” he returns and footsteps scuff away from the window. Right.

You’re somewhat used to the cryptic. As nice as Nick can be, he isn’t always straightforward. The establishment does give you reason to bat an eye but for the most part, your pay stubs keep your gaze in the other direction.

You return to the kitchen and work at cleaning the used glasses brought by the singular busboy. You don’t know his name and he doesn’t talk. He always has earbuds in and only puts bins of dishes in the wash tray.

To say the operation is minimal is an understatement. Yet there is never more demand than you can meet. It makes you wonder how Nick breaks even with such a limited audience. Especially with the grade of ingredients he gets in. You never worked at a bar that didn’t water down their liquor now and again.

The night comes to an end and the lights dim as the bar closes up. The busboy clears the rooms and locks the front door. You leave the glasses in sparkling rows on the shelves and a bin of dishcloths to have washed the next day. You place away a few stray bottles then wipe down the counters.

“You’re here late,” Nick’s voice startles you and you hiss, looking up at him from the edge of your vision.

“Cleaning up,” you say and toss the cloth with the rest. “Just finishing now.”

“Mm,” he nods and hooks his thumbs in his belt loops, “you wouldn’t happen to have time to make me something, would ya? I’ll keep it simple.”

You withhold a sigh. Or maybe a yawn. Your eyes tingle and you shrug, “sure, what do you want?”

“Rye and coke,” he answers as he approaches the island and crosses his arms over the top, leaning on the stainless steel.

You swiftly gather everything you need and put together the simple drink. You set it before him and return all you disturbed back to its rightful place. You face him as he raises the glass and considers the dark elixir.

“Oh, er, someone asked for you,” you untie your apron and fold it over the bin meant for tomorrow’s laundry.

“Someone did? Was she pretty?” He winks.

You shake your head, “no. It was a man. He was in Room Four. That’s what he told me to tell you.”

“Room Four,” he repeats and puts the brim to his lips, taking a slow draw. His cheeks dimple before he pulls it away. “Noted.”

You nod at his strange reaction. Almost none at all. You check the time and drag your hands over your head.

“Well, I’m going to head home,” you say, “if that’s okay?”

“Quitting time,” he says coolly, his eyes stuck on the cabinet, a squiggle in his forehead. “Go on, get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“You too,” you shoot back. “Look like you need it.”

You pass him and he stands, turning to watch you, “hey, what does that mean?”

“Nothing, just... look tired.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he scoffs.

You go through to the backroom and grab your jacket and purse. It’s not really a strange night. A few out-of-the-ordinary occurrences, but nothing worrying. The man in Room Four and Nick’s late-night appearance; it’s not really a pattern.

You glance back at the kitchen door before you leave. You head out the back and walk down the next street. You approach your car parked by the curb, the rush hour jam keeping you from finding a closer spot. You take out your keys and they jangle loudly as your footsteps echo.

As you shove your keys into the slot, you’re suddenly taken off your feet, a blunt force jarring your wrist as your fingers catch in the keyring. You hit the ground with wheeze and roll across the stray pebbles as you hug your chest. You can’t breathe.

“Look, honey,” the British voice hisses through the night, “I didn’t wanna bring you into this but I needa send a message.” A figure straddles you on their knees, holding you down by your neck. “Not much, you’ll live...” you hear a metallic shing, “bit of blood is all.”

You feel a piercing pain just below your neck, right at the small dip of your collar bone. You cry out as the metal slices down your chest and easily through your shirt. Your skin parts with the fabric as you vibrate in agony.

“Get... off,” you cough out as you regain your breath. “Please...”

“Shh, honey,” he takes the knife away and smears his hand over your chest, your warm blood spreading under his rough palm, “I just want him to see you painted up nice for him.” He drags his hand over your face, the metallic scent staining your nose and lips. “Mm, you are a pretty thing, too.”

The man wiggles his hips lasciviously before he pushes himself off of you. He stands and you cover your ragged skin with your hands and whine, sobs rising from the pain hewn into your flesh. There’s a noise, something distant, maybe a door, and the man’s silhouette strolls off, whistling into the night.

Another set of footfalls approach you as you writhe on the ground. You don’t understand what happened. Why did that man do this to you? You can’t move. You can’t think. You just can’t.

The street light flickers as someone steps around the front of your car.

“Shit,” Nick rushes over and falls to his knees beside you, “shit, sweetheart, I shouldn’t have let you come out here alone. I shoulda knew...”

“Why?” You babble as your blood seeps between your fingers, “why, Nick?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and bawl. He slides his arms under you and lifts you as you exclaim. He hushes you as he holds you against his chest.

“It hurts,” you whimper.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he rasps, “I got you.”

[smokeys-house]

omg I've been turned into scout tf2 how wonderful

LEAVE HIM AND HIS WEIRD FOOD CHOICES ALONE ALONE!!!!!!

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My Masterlist

Howdy my name is Kay and I write fics for the boys (mostly just Homelander centric) this is a directory of my old and new fics, any projects am working on have worked on can be found here.

I hate short stories and I write long Chapters, I love Butchlander and Butchie content.

I'm currently on a writing hiatus

Old pin post with the following works can be found here:

Of The same Poisonous Ilk (A Butchlander/self-cest fic-- on hiatus)

Building Blocks (a Butchlander fic-- on hiatus)

Anybody Else Won't do (An Ashlander fic-- on hiatus)

Can We be Lonely Together (A HL x reader fic or Homelander x Joe Goldberg from YOU fic-- completed)

American Royalty (A dadlander x reader fic with a homelander daughter OC-- completed)

Carnivorous Lamb (A Homelander x Male! OC priest kink/ntr fic-- completed)

Thicker than Water (A Soldier Boy x Homelander fic-- one-shot)

No Codiciaras los bienes ajenos (A HL x Ashley x Butcher fic-- one-shot)

Behind the Scenes (A Hometek fic)

When the Lion loved the lamb (A HL x Male oc prequel to Carnivorous lamb one-shot)

This wasnt in the job description (An Ashlander fic one-shot)

My current fics:

Quiet Room-- A Homelander fic about him and Jonah Voguelbaum going to see Shrek.

A Garden Without Impurity-- Homelander X GN Reader fic, he is a polygamist and reader is his favorite spouse

Lemon Scented Messes-- A Butchie fanfic (my first one ever)

Charred Steaks-- A Butchlander fic short and sweet involving a partially depowered Homelander

Thank you for reading!

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halloween

warnings: just fluff

pairings: fem hughes!reader x mark estapa

a/n: my first post like this, hope you like it and please give me feedback.

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request: hi girlie!! I know it's not Halloween but could I request a Halloween instagram thing please? Thanks rye!

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yn.username happy halloween to all of you lovely humans. we spent the night watching horror movies (mark screamed the whole time) in our costumes eating store bought candy

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edwards.73 why wasn't I invited :(

-> youruser.name my sincerest apologies 🙏🏻

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[dantegreaves00]

And Hell Followed - A Far Cry 5 x FtM Reader series part two

Deputy Y/N Jackson is in the middle of a Holy War in Hope County Montana. Originally sent to arrest Joseph Seed he ended up becoming the leader of the Resistance, but the deputy has a secret. A secret that only Whitehorse knows. When his younger brother and sister show up one day out of the blue, Y/N finds out that his own personal hell has found him. Now with the help of the very people he was supposed to stop can he save his family and himself?

I know this summary sucks.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this slow burn series

Trigger Warnings

Mentions of past child abuse

Mentions of past child SA

Mentions of SA

Stalking

Guns

Drugs

Religion bashing (the Deputy has religious trauma)

Religious trauma

Transphobia

Homophobia

Angst

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Before I forget this part contains the following trigger warnings

Mention of death of a parent

Mention of SA(Dep stumbles on John being assaulted by a couple of Peggies)

Mention of past child abuse and SA

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It's been a few days since my last encounter with the Seed family and things have been more hectic than usual.

To start with, both Whitehorse and Tracey questioned me relentless about what I got up to when I was with the Seeds. Tracey fully believes that I'll switch sides, which has caused some of the Resistance members to give me the cold shoulder. But Whitehorse is on my side saying that I would never do that, I can understand their concerns, I did spend a whole afternoon with them.

Next, I had to deal with some cult members who where tormenting a family who were refusing to join.

And then to top it all off, Kim went into labour, which was unexpected since she's not ment to give birth for another two weeks.

Currently I was waiting outside of the doctors, I had just dropped Kim and Nick off and it gave me some time to think about everything that had been going on.

The sound of the door opening startled me, but i soon calmed down when I saw Nick pushing Kim out with the tiniest of babies in her arms.

"Hey, come meet your Goddaughter" Nick said as he wheeled Kim and the baby closer to me.

"Oh she is beautiful you guys" I whispered as I knelt down to get a closer look at baby Rye.

"You want to hold her?" Kim asked, nodding I carefully took the baby from Kim's arms and started to slowly rock her in my arms.

"You're a natural at that Dep" Kim said as she went to take Nick's hand, who quickly pulled it away in pain.

"I'll let you both in on a little secret that only Whitehorse knows, I have younger siblings, Ava is six and our mom died giving birth to her, so I had to learn how to take care of a baby" I said as Nick came over to gently pull me into a side hug.

"I don't know what to say Dep, that sucks" Nick said as he gave my arm a squeeze.

"It's ok, anyway what's this little cuties name?" I asked steering the conversation back to them and the baby in my arms.

"We were thinking you could name her" Kim said.

"Oh wow uh how about Carmina, I know it's the name of your plane but its a name that means a lot to you already so yeah"

"It's perfect Dep, and you probably don't hear this very often but thank you for everything you have done for us" Kim said as I helped Nick move her so that she and baby Carmina were safely in the car.

"See you later Dep" Nick said as the truck pulled away and drove off.

I decided to take a walk back to falls end as it wasn't that far from my current location.

After walking nearly a mile I could hear the sounds of someone crying so I decided to check it out.

I was not expecting what I stumbled across, John Seed was being held down by two Peggies as a third had his pants down by his ankles, his hands working on getting John's legs spread.

Before he could do anything else to John one of my throwing knives was in his head, causing him to fall to the floor dead. The other two let go of John's arms as they scrambled to get their guns, but it was too late, I had already snapped the neck of the one closest to me and slit the throat of the other one.

By the time I had managed to calm down, John had already pulled his trousers back up, walking over to him I knelt down and examined him.

John had cuts littering his face and blood caked his skin. Grabbing my small med kit from my bag I got to work.

"Why did you help me Wrath?" John asked as I helped clean the blood off of his face.

"Just because you're a psychotic ass doesn't mean I could just walk away from what I saw" I replied.

John looked at me, the confusion in his eyes was as clear as day. I eventually was able to patch up all of the cuts on his face.

"John are you OK?" I asked him as he tried to stand only to fall back onto his knees.

For a moment he was silent but then I noticed the tears streaming down his face, without thinking I pulled him into a hug. It was awkward at first but then he wrapped his tattooed arms around me and started to violently sob into my neck.

"I know John, I know, just let it out it's going to be ok" I said rubbing his back.

"How would you know? How would you know what it's like to be violated by the people who you are supposed to trust?" He asked, his voice muffled by my shirt.

"I know because I've been here before" I said trying to keep my voice calm.

John stopped crying and lifted his head to stare at me.

Giving him a solom smile I said "My father used to abuse me and it got worse when my mother died, when she was alive he would make inappropriate comments about my appearance then she died and things got worse, my mom was the only member of my family besides my little brother Elijah that knew I was trans, when she died my father found out and one night he came into my room, told me he was going to fix my attitude and bring out my "womanly" side" I paused before continuing "he raped me repeatedly, every night, until one day Elijah saw the bruses on my arms and neck and he started crying, begged me to go to our neighbours and tell them what had been happening"

"What happened then?"

"Sheriff Whitehorse was my neighbour, I went to the police station and asked to see him, he helped me, arrested my father and helped me keep my younger siblings" I said tears now falling freely from my eyes.

After what felt like an eternity of us clinging to each other, John got up and pulled me to my feet.

"Look, I feel like I'm a little kid scared of the dark asking you this but would you mind staying the night at the ranch with me? I don't want to sleep alone" he said not looking me in the eye.

"Yeah sure" I said as we headed to his.

[katsutora]

reading this felt like going on the best field trip of my life like you really captured the ups and downs of this collegecrush!rin scenario perfectly oh my god. thanks for adding the rejection plot there. this is now canon. holy shit matching owl trinkets !! i sure do hope he’s not rooming with someone else bc i can imagine him closing the door on them if they barge in while he’s in the room w you lmfao

may i present to u guys 🫴 college crush!rin

HEHSJEHHEJE big thanks to my g nami for suggesting this oh my god im brainrotting alright 😩

btw some other bllk boys make an appearance as well hehe andd im trying out a new format so pls bear w me idk what im doing idek if this is even good or not lmfao

random headcanons/scenarios that i could see happening with rin as your college crush („ಡωಡ„)

meeting rin for the first time when you get paired up with him for an assignment; unwillingly at that bcs rin would never expand his social circle outside of the soccer team. such a lukewarm thing to do, or so he said idk lol

imagine like you’d already planned to partner up with your friend and then someone else (cough bachira cough) butts in, saying he’s gonna be pairing up with your friend instead.

and you end up with rin ☺️ who’s got the iciest gaze ever when he’s walking up to your seat, making you visibly shrink in your seat jwjdhskkd

bachira would be like “don’t worry, rin chan is not even that bad!!” boi you haven’t started doing anything yet and mans already glaring daggers at you for no apparent reason 😭

ok imagine IMAGINE rin and you working on your assignment in the library hehehehe the hushed whispers, the way his hand brushes against yours from time to time when he’s teaching you things or vice versa, some light banters here and there (bcs rin just had to disagree with you most of the time, saying stuff like your ideas are dumb like bro stfu ik i aint a smartass like u 🙄)

i can certainly see him as the type who helps you get books from the higher shelves without you asking him to bcs he just knows.

let’s say you’re there scouring your eyes at the shelves, thinking which kind of book fits your understanding better. and then rin would come up behind you, his steps light, chest pressing against your back as his arm reaches for a book. there’s a small empty space on the shelf in front of you, and he silently puts the printed work there.

“that’s a good one,” he’d murmur before walking back to the table, not even realizing how red you’ve become from the close proximity, his deep, silky voice and the warmth he emits.

KWGSHSJSKD no i’m definitely not blushing while typing that 🚶‍♀️

imagine doing your work together and then something came up so he had to go. when you ask him what’s up he’d just answer “i got practice.” like bro ?? 💀💀

anyways out of context but if youre blocking his way without noticing rin would undoubtedly say something like “oi. you’re in the way, dumbass.” while looking down at you like the first pic here wkkwkwk

further into your friendship (you could say that i guess), rin can either become more of a menace (where he insults you even worse) or he’s just kinder towards you. no in between.

rin on the inside: ig you’re my friend now or whatever 🙄

he’s so silly i cant

for sure he gets into fights w shidou a lot. at this point the whole college doesn’t even care anymore bcs it has become almost a weekly occurrence for them to fight. the other boys; isagi, bachira, karasu, etc theyre the ones who have to hold them two back all the time while eita just watches hahahhajwhdd

eita: 🍿���😲

accompanying rin at the nurse’s office while he gets his injuries treated <3

rin is definitely the type who radiates passive dominance unconsciously. what i mean is like if you’re the type who’s insecure with yourself abt whatever (pls don’t be insecure you’re beautiful 🧎‍♀️), rin would encourage you in one way or another, without him realizing it too

for example you’re insecure with your voice so you tend to not repeat yourself when talking, or cover your mouth to stifle your laughter, speak in a slow volume or just barely talking in general, rin would be like “use your words, y/n.” stuff like that with a frown on his face like yes sir you’re so seggsy and for what ?:!;&)

also the type who’d ghost his hand on your hips when he wants to walk pass you if the hallway’s a little too crowded or smt JWHSGDHF

watching him practice soccer with his friends bcs the two of you planned to study together 😣 (jk it was actually isagi who planned a study group with everyone but let’s be real here)

rin would lift up his shirt to wipe off his sweat,, unknowingly showcasing his toned abdomen for your eyes to ogle on the world to see and he doesn’t even care if people stare lol that’s just how unbothered he is 🤷‍♀️

smells so freaking good and has the best wardrobe ever send tweet ‼️

now let’s get to the more romantic part *cracks knuckles

obviously the one who confesses is you LMFAO coz like this is itoshi mf rin we’re talking about

he never acts on his feelings because mans in denial THE WHOLE 👏 TIME 👏👏 to hell with butterflies in the stomach or sparks erupting between the two of you. rin is always in denial with his feelings. he thinks those quote unquote lukewarm feelings are there just because he deems you useful in his life and your presence is tolerable unlike others but jokes on you boy !! you’re in love 🗣🗣

confessing to rin would feel like you’re walking on eggshells bcs the chances of you losing your friendship with him is very high ykyk so you had to make it kinda nonchalant in a way; you’re telling him that you like him and all, that he doesn’t need to say anything or reciprocate your feelings bcs you’re just letting him know and you wanted to let it off your chest bla bla

at first rin would malfunction. he doesn’t know what to do or say. sure he gets confessions from people left and right almost every single day but this is you. nonetheless, the bad side of him would win. the bad side that refuses to see the benefits of some things, that it doesn’t want to acknowledge the desire and soft spot he has grown for you. the side that rejects the idea of dating someone. and so he ends up completely turning you down :(

you’re sad of course but you can’t really do anything about it, understandably so because you know how rin is so you opted to just go about your day normally after, albeit trying to steer clear of him so that you could move on.

somehow words got out to your circle of friends and the other boys were dejected that rin rejected you *cries bcs they’re so precious* (karasu and eita lowkey bet on you two as well lmfao)

however it wouldn’t take long for rin to notice that you’re avoiding spending less time with him. he’d more or less figure out why and think that’s for the best.

and yet soon enough rin would take the brunt of your absence. he’d unconsciously start wondering abt you (to the point he got called out by someone during practice bcs he was distracted), pondering your whereabouts whenever he’s in the library, eyes intensely zeroing on you when he catches sight of you anywhere, longing for you to be with him. basically you’re in his mind 25/8, living there rent free 🛌

by then it’d finally register in his head how important you are to him and how bad he wants you to be in his life.

expect to see rin at your front door one day, awkwardly and stiffly pouring everything that has been on his mind (cough cough you) <3

omg post dating (is it post dating or post talking stage lol idk) rin >>>>> moreover when your relationship is now established 😩

ACT OF SERVICE ALL THE WAY BABEYYYYY

as we all know rin is not good with words so he does things for you a lot; buys lunch for you if you’re too busy studying, take notes for you for the lectures that you miss bcs you’re sick, wordlessly takes your bag to carry it (eventho you refused but one glare from rin shut u up real quick hahahwjdj), etc etc

could also be a hindrance to your relationship tho bcs the two of you might struggle a bit with communication, some fights are bound to happen so you have to take the initiative to approach him when things get rough. give him space a bit then have a proper talk when the two of you are ready.

other than that maybe quality time as well bcs eventho rin is always busy, he will try his best to make time for you. that alone is proof how dedicated he can be as a significant other.

cafe dates every week where he buys you your favourite pastries/desserts and drinks nngggkgkfhjgkg (atp you never bothered to argue w him abt the bills bcs you know you’d lose anyway but like still.. boi why wont u let me pay for ONCE)

not much pda around campus or in public but yall cuddle a lot in closed doors bcs this man is hella touch starved ong 😤😤 run your hand through his hair and down his back and he’ll be putty in your hands 🤌

will get embarrassed if his teammates catch him getting affection from you HAHAHHSHS but i think this is only on the early stages. once you’re reached further milestones, rin would send death glares to those who stare.

likes to rest his head on your shoulder, eyes closing when you’re hugging (backhugs too !!) and just. stays there. being this close to you recharges him in some way :3

the type who’d subtly glance at you whenever he makes a goal bcs he lowkey wants you to praise him (definitely not talking abt his brother issues here🚶‍♀️)

intense make out sesh before his match starts as a pre game ritual EVERYTIME🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ “watch me closely.” he’d murmur as he pulls away from your lips JWHSGDHFUCKFH IM SO.

post game;; rin would walk up to you after he makes the last goal, an arm extending to pull you towards him to plant a small kiss on your forehead 🥹

gets hella feral when he sees you wearing his jersey (HAHA iykwim 👁👁), looking all pretty in the slightly oversized piece of clothing mmhm

rin would sometimes sneak you into his dorms so that the two of you could have a horror movie/game night tgt as a date hihi

BUY HIM OWL TRINKETS PLEASE he’d get so happy so starry eyed when you give it to him and will blush if you point it out ueueueuue so baby 😔

not rly the jealous type but he is protective. if he sees other people tryna hit on you or make you feel uncomfortable, he’ll be there in a second to fend them off (how you ask? thats for him to know and for you to guess)

will NOT hesitate to throw hands or even commit murder if it’s shidou ryusei.

all in all college bf!rin 9.9/10 ,that minus .1 is bcs rin is a little emotionally constipated but we still love him saur yea :)

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@sulphuricgrin and @kiir-do-faal-rahhe thank you for tagging me in wip Wednesday! :3 since I'm already uploading a finished chapter of Epistle and Elegy tonight, I thought I'd post the opening of a chapter from my WIP fic "The Five Descents of Naome," which I'm planning to post as a completed work. Obviously no edits on this bad boy.

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Some light gore in this but I don't think it's anything too bad <3

I. THE BAD PLACE

Dovey-Rose awakens to the sensation of late summer prairie grass brushing against her skin and the distinctive scent of Sleeping Tree lilac tickling her nose. She lifts her sleep-hazy gaze to her baby girl's squishy cheeks and happily scrunched blue eyes, her chubby fingers gripped tightly around a soft purple blossom looming in her mother’s sight. The unclouded blue of Whiterun summer sets the little girl in a mid-afternoon halo. She lifts a hand to caress her baby-soft cheek. Having a daughter, she thinks, must be the closest thing to Aetherius a mortal can comprehend. 

Hi Momma. Amia signs, accompanied by a wave of the lilac sprig. Grandpa Isran Flower! Dove pushes herself up on her elbows, pulls her daughter into her arms, and presses a kiss to her forehead, adjusting the loose springs of curls slipping from her braids with the delicate touch of the prairie winds.

“Yes, that’s his favorite flower. He’d be right pleased to have it,” She speaks in accompaniment with each sign. But I might take it first!

Amia wiggles excitedly, hiding her dimpled smile behind the blossom before darting off in a very determined toddle, laughing as her bare feet stamp the prairie’s earthy soil. Dove’s loved her daughter long enough to know this is her silent challenge; you’ll have to catch me first! 

She gives her a momentary headstart before giving chase, the dry grasses grazing her hips, monoliths of bluestem casting golden shadows on her skin. Amia can’t seem to stop giggling as they traipse through the plains, pausing on occasion to pocket a smooth stone, a withering mass of sea oats, a lone bog violet. The growing collection touches Dove’s heart; these are the favorite things of Sorine, Agmaer, and Serana. What could bless a mother more than to see her child seek small kindnesses?

Each wobble-footed stamp tosses her daughter’s curls about her cheeks, her tiny stuffed mudcrab backpacked across her shoulders getting a face full of hair with every bounce. When her sweet girl looks back to see her mother chasing her, she squeals in delight, her nose scrunching up with her smile. 

That nose, that smile, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. As Isran told it, Amia was born smiling. Happy to meet her mother, who had loved her so much already, he’d said. That baby girl could crack the coldest heart open. 

Sorine had pertinently informed him that she already had, and gestured towards the vampire hunter, drawing a rare chuckle. I thought Isran forgot how to laugh. Sorine had said softly in the library that evening between sips of spiced wine. It’s good. Mia is good for him. For all of us.

The light prairie colors begin to fade into the tall wild rye, and Dove quickens her playful pace as Amia runs headlong into the sunny labyrinth. Even with the wind kissing her cheeks, the grueling heat of deep Last Seed wears the excitement of the chase thin. Running has never been her strongest combat capability; no one could blame her. Try outrunnin’ a pissed off sabre cat after havin’ a kid. She’d drunkenly joked to Serana once. You’ll sure be pissed, just not off. 

“Mia baby, you sure can wear a girl out,” She huffs as she reaches down to scoop Amia’s shadow out of the brush and into her waiting arms. Instead, confusion seizes her as her foot catches on a prairie burrow, her embrace only serving to cushion her fall as her ribs hit the dusty soil. It knocks the wind out of her. She stays there for a moment, catching her breath, rolling her ankle to ensure it isn’t twisted. Good luck -- only a few scrapes to the elbows to show for the matter. She stands and brushes the dust off her day dress, sighing as she notices yet another tear in the seams. Another patch. Serana will be displeased. 

What follows this rather mundane line of thinking is the groan of anxiety settling in her stomach. Around her, mid-day winds rustle the rye. In the far distance, an elk lays hoof upon dried switchgrass. Farther still, a wolf howls. But there is no gurgling laugh, no tiny feet padding about the soil, no crush of flora in search of a pathway. No, in the matter of seconds she had been down, she had lost all auditory indications of her daughter’s whereabouts. And how? Only just a moment past, she was nearly beneath her. A toddler cannot run fast or far. There is only so much agility their tiny forms afford them. 

She takes a quenching breath. Her daughter is here. Somewhere. Distracted by a rabbit, perhaps, or kneeling in the dirt, constructing an effigy out of prairie clay. A mud crab, probably, or an unflattering portrait of her mother. This sets her whirling mind at ease, and she sets off North through the rye, stepping gingerly to avoid any further falls, ignoring the uncomfortable caress of the wraith grass at her hips. 

Motherly instincts tell her to call out for her daughter; these she ignores. Amia was born profoundly deaf; she could hear little but the shadows of a word or phrase with a mouth and a hand cupped to her ear. Across the wide prairie, and with the increasing cry of the wind, it’s doubtful anything would reach her. Dove settles for Laas-Yah-Nir, tossing her voice into the grass expanses to capture her daughter’s aura. A few butterflies. A prairie dog. To her left, a slow-shambling deer. Her throat grows tight. Aura Whisper reveals anything within an acreage. How could she have gone so far so quickly? 

Too soon the grasses give way to pine-littered cliffs, and anxiety again seizes territory in her belly. Amia simply couldn’t have gone this far -- the stones were too wetted with moss, the thick clay paths too muddy for a barefoot toddler to make adequate footing. Her mind fills with images of her daughter sliding off the mountain, crumpled in a heap in the stony tundras below. No. She pushes this away and takes a moment to orient herself, mustering another bout of Aura Whisper. Her heart jumps in relief. Far away the hazy red outline of a little girl appears, though how she managed to get so far Dove can’t comprehend. The woods before her is dense and sticky with coniferous trees, with hardly any room for movement between the tightly packed trees. Still, she unsheaths her dagger and begins to cut into the pine. 

It’s soon after that Aura Whisper flickers away, and she loses sight of her daughter again. She groans in frustration as she cuts into a small clearing, hands, and arms impaled with pine needles and sticky with sap. She whirls around, attempting to acclimate herself. The clearing is shrouded, nearly completely dark. Was it not then just noon? As she slices another thick swath of needles away, a thickening fog settles amongst the trees. Were she not to know any better, she would assume it were late evening, minutes after sundown, the last cries of orange torn from the sky. A sense of urgency beats at her back. 

“Laas-Yah-Nir,” She whispers, but the forest comes back dead. For an acre on each side of her, nothing is alive. The urgency turns to panic, nausea overwhelming her, making her dizzy.  

“Amia? Baby?” Dovey cries. She wants to scream in frustration at the hopelessness of the act. She settles for a Fus-Ro-Dah and shouts with all her might -- hoping the sheer volume will reach her little ears. Her efforts are only met with the collapse of the tree before her, creaking as it falls with a boom to the forest floor. It almost seems mocking. If a tree falls in the woods, no one hears it. 

When the great thrush of displaced leaves settles down, she is met with the sight of an elk gnawing, unbothered by her destruction, on a pinecone.

What possesses her to approach the antlered creature is unclear, but so she does, slowly, a trembling hand outstretched. The presence of the elk provides a momentary ease from her anxiousness. So this forest had not stilled after all. As if to solidify its image before her, she reaches out across the still-shivering tree leaves to stroke the fluffy fur about its neck. 

It does not scatter at her touch as expected but lifts its head above the branches. The elk’s eyes are of an inkiness she’d never encountered in a living creature. The thought strikes her then, enraptured in its strangeness, that Aura Whisper had not revealed this Elk to her. The realization makes her quickly uncomfortable, her knuckles going white on the dagger. It tilts its head, and in a graveled tone, as if spoken between episodic choking:

“This is the bad place.” 

Dovey has stared into the eyes of the World-Eater. She has met the slick cast eye of Daedra with steel. She has borne the vile gaze of many men upon her form, and yet, as the Elk stands with great effort upon its hindlegs, its intention trained upon her, she has never quite so badly wanted to be unseen. Its shadow looms over her, and its jaw moves slack, as if a hand were puppeteering its speech.  

“This is the bad place.”

“Where is my daughter?” She shouts in response, brandishing the dagger outwards to distract from the shake of her knees. The elk takes a hobbling step forward, and as it steps out from behind the tree, Dove feels her lunch rise in her throat. Where soft brown fur had been only a moment before was now a splay of organs, ribs sawed open, lungs inflating and deflating upon the creature’s skinned chest. The belly has been gored, the furls of intestine still unraveling and sitting awkward and bulky below its lacerated liver, as if they had been removed and restuffed in haste. With each step forward its hoofs squish the grisly rope, the tension serving to unravel more of itself.  

There’s no pause. She runs, trying to block out the sounds of hooves moving ever faster behind her, the sound of guts squelching and splattering to the ground. Her hands go to her ears, pine needles cutting her skin bloody as she desperately searches for any indication of a path out. 

“Dove,” 

It knows her name. It knows her name. She hears its whispers as if it were right behind her, hot breath against her ear. 

“You can’t keep her safe forever.”

The phrase sends her tumbling to her knees, skinning them bloodied in the stony dirt. Hoof steps slow and stop behind her as she bends down in a sob, pressing her elbows tightly against her ears. The creature makes a deathly noise behind her, the sound of someone gargling stones. 

“How very Dove Katherine. Always pushing forward,” it whispers. She feels the cold keratin of hooves on her spine, the wet of its gore dripping on her neck. “If you’d only take a moment to look back.”

She hears the body of the elk collapse behind her, a stinking sick mess of decimated organs splattering against her back. Dread unlike anything she’s ever felt clasps itself around her heart. She bends down in reverence, trembling hands palming the ground, and prays to Akatosh. When she feels the gore begin to seep through her dress, she swallows her fear and turns. 

Amia swings slowly back and forth from a tree branch behind her, one tiny eye hanging from the socket, tongue lolled out, little hands cold and limp at her sides. A thick noose cut from the elk’s intestines adorns her neck. Dove can’t find the words to speak, only deep, guttural screams leaving her throat as she sobs. The forest trembles with the power, trees around her felling as she weeps.

Through spotty vision she scrambles to pull her daughter’s body from the noose, breaking the gore in two as she collapses on top of her baby, touching her cool skin delicately. With tears dripping onto her daughter’s freckled cheeks she gently pushes her eye back into the socket, closes her mouth, readjusts her hair. 

“Baby, my baby…” She sobs, her voice going hoarse as she grasps at Amia’s small, freezing body, embracing it as if enough love might bring it back to life. 

It was only in recent years that Amia had gotten big enough to give and return hugs, and ever since then, she couldn’t be stopped. Agmaer once had to hobble around the fort with a little hitchhiker hugging his leg; he didn’t have the heart to peel her off. 

Mommy She had signed one day, wiggling her fingers, her thumb against her chin. When hug you, you can’t see love you.

Dove had laughed and kissed her nose. I know you love me. I love you. That what hugs for. 

Amia had shook her head decidedly, crossing her arms. It was an attitude habit she’d picked up from Isran, one that always made Serana grin. She’d sighed and pulled the little girl into her lap, hugging her tightly, and tapped five fingers one-by-one on her back, each tap earning a giggle. 

Like that, she’d signed as she pulled away. Five taps means love you.

As she holds Amia’s corpse in her arms, five small fingers tap slowly down her back. 

She’s paralyzed. Amia stares back at her, eyes dead, lips blue, but moving. Slowly, she lifts her mother’s hand and closes it around something. Dove draws her eyes away for only a moment as she stares at her daughter’s last gift. 

In her palm lay the still-twitching remnants of a spider.