#the obsession is fuelling me through the day

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

friend of a friend i've hardly talked to: whatcha doing?

me, flipping through my notebook obsessively: i've read that name before istg Oh there's just this podcast you see--

[kazudesuu]

sukuna x gn! reader

cw : angst with comfort

i am currently so obsessed with jjk you have no idea.

— reunited again

: sukuna could not love, he thought he couldn’t but you proved him wrong.

sukuna didn’t believe he was capable of love. he was the king of curses, a being made and fuelled by hatred.

he was always seen with a scowl, a smirk perhaps on a good day, or when he’s fighting a particular interesting opponent. other than that, days were mundane for him.

of course, that all changed when you entered his life. a young one with a cursed technique that allowed you to fight on par with him.

you were interesting and sukuna was interested in you.

during the times the you and sukuna weren’t fighting each other, you fought others instead. the heian era dominated by both of you. if anyone back then were to hear either of your names, they were either angry or scared.

some days, you would drag sukuna out to a village, wanting to explore the place. people bowed their heads as you passed, sukuna always ahead of you.

“hey sukuna, try this dango!” you waved the treat in front of him, grinning brightly. the king of curses gave you a bored look before he eventually snatched it out of your hands. you watched in anticipation as he ate one of the balls, wanting to get his opinion on it. if he hated you, you would just kill the store owner.

after a moment of thought, sukuna passed the stick back to you.

“it tastes disgusting,” he spits. you pouted and disintegrated the rest of it. you turned away from the store, too disappointed to kill the owner.

“man, you don’t like anything do you?” you mumbled, kicking a stone away like a child. sukuna almost grins at the sight.

your statement wasn’t true. he liked fighting, he liked the fear in people’s eyes when they saw him, he liked humbling the jujutsu sorcerers who wanted to kill him. he eyes flicked to your figure, walking just a step behind him as you mumbled something incoherent.

he liked you too.

the fact was confirmed when he found himself running to catch your body as you fell with a sword through your abdomen. he watched as blood poured from your mouth.

time felt disoriented as sukuna saw the life in your eyes begin to fade away. he couldn’t do anything to stop it, couldn’t do anything as your body went slowly went limp, couldn’t do anything when you told him three words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

you died without sukuna telling you how much you meant for him. you died with his heart in your hands. you died unknowing that you taught sukuna how to love.

sukuna finally believed he was capable of love, and at the same time, he’d also become capable of tears.

when sukuna awakened in itadori yuuji’s body, he was met with a familiar sight.

you were as beautiful as the day he lost you, if not even more so.

you stood in front of a younger black-haired male, glaring at him with those eyes he loved so much. “megumi, retreat first.” the male obeyed, running in the opposite direction.

you were afraid that sukuna would follow him and you were ready to put your life on the line to protect the first year at all costs. in your clenched fists, cursed energy was pulsing, ready to activate and take sukuna on if needed.

sukuna and you stared at each other, neither of your moving. your heart was pounding against your rib cage. fear or adrenaline, you didn’t know. what you do know was that you needed to stay alive until gojo arrived.

the king of curses took a step towards you, you took three steps back.

“you do not remember me,” sukuna said, his voice much softer than you expected.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “you’re ryomen sukuna, king of curses,” you state.

sukuna shakes his head. “so this is how the gods wanted it to be.” he couldn’t help but let out a deep laugh. his voice reverberated through the air and you felt uncomfortable. sukuna took another step towards you, then another and another.

you backed away slowly, cautiously. one wrong move and you’d be dead.

“very well then, i’ll help you to recall.” in a blink of an eye, sukuna was in front of you, pressing his middle and ring finger to your temple. then, you saw it.

memories of you in your past life with sukuna played before your eyes. it was like watching a movie, except you were the main character in each and every scene. everything rushed back you and when you came back to your senses, you realised you were in sukuna’s arm.

the king of curses would have never allowed anyone to touch him. they would be killed in an instant. but as you laid in his warmth, you realised you weren’t just anyone.

“missed me?” sukuna smirked.

you blinked back tears you didn’t even know you were holding in. sukuna’s hand wrapped around yours while you processed what you’ve just witnessed.

after so many years, the two of you were finally reunited, albeit under different circumstances. but nonetheless reunited.

and this time sukuna thought to himself i won’t let you go so easily again.

[archangeldyke-all]

cuddles with sev!! idk i’ve been super emotional lately and i just wanna curl up with sev in a pile of fluffy blankets with her arms round me and scratch her head while she gives me forehead kisses and i give her forehead kisses back :(

idk if that’s weird sorry, this is my first ask idk how tumblr works :/ anyway i love ur writing you’ve kind of fuelled my obsession with sev <33

not weird, i totally fucking agree

men and minors dni

sevika's an introvert, and touch is her love language, so at the end of a long day her absolute favorite way to recharge is to just... cuddle.

sometimes you guys chat, you combing your hands through sevika's hair as she tells you corny jokes, reveling in the sound of your little giggles.

sometimes she just needs to be quiet, her nose pressed to the base of your neck, breathing you in as she lays on top of you and you scratch her back.

and sometimes, when she's had a really shitty week, you'll make a little blanket fort in your living room-- plush cushions and blankets strung up and piled around for you and sevika to spend the entire day curled up in.

she cried the first time she came home to the fort in her apartment. then took a six hour nap on your tits, cuddled under the blankets and twinkling fairy lights you'd hung.

sometimes your cuddles get a little steamy. the gentle, loving pecks on cheeks and foreheads turns into biting kisses on lips, and snuggles and nuzzles turn into grinds and humps.

but most of the time, sevika keeps her cuddle time p-g. she just genuinely loves being in your arms.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - seeing you

A/N: thanks to @nyxiethesimp for the help and fuelling my Aizawa obsession 😌💜

Sitting in the windowsill, you ran your fingers along the braille of the book you were reading, a little smile on your face.

The apartment was quiet, and you were enjoying some much needed relaxation in the warm glow of the evening sun through the window.

That’s how Aizawa found you, most evenings you would be sat up there reading and he never really understood why you enjoyed sitting there so much, but he made it a comfortable spot if you with cushions and blankets, and the couch was just below.

Walking over, he sat down the the couch and you turned your eyes towards him, reaching out with your hand you gently placed it on his head, running your fingers through your hair.

“How was it?” You asked.

“Exhausting.” He sighed.

“You’re not staying in the dorms tonight?”

You felt him shake his head, and he tilted it back so he was able to look at you.

Taking your hand he held it to his forehead, letting out another small sigh.

“No, All Might has that covered, said I can spent the weekend at the teachers dorms with you, but I still need to go there during the day to help keep an eye on them.”

He sounded annoyed which made you laugh a little bit.

Setting your book on the couch, you swung your legs down next to him, sitting down after turning in his direction.

You couldn’t really see him, he knew that, all you could see was a thermal imagine of him, as you had described before he was basically just a silhouette of red, yellow and orange to you.

He loved how your eyes looked though, a gentle gold colour, and the brighter it was the darker they were, the darker it was the brighter they were, almost combatting the light so you could still see.

Right now they were a honey colour, and he rested his head on the back of the couch as he just stared at you.

“I know you’re staring.” You whispered.

“No you don’t.”

You grinned a little bit.

“Yeah, you’re right, I didn’t. Now I do.”

“Be quiet.” He huffed.

You laughed softly, and you held your arms out, waiting for him to adjust how he was sat and lay down with his head in your lap.

You placed your hands on the side of his face and leant down, and he lent up to meet you halfway in a gentle kiss.

Pulling away, you gently messaged his temples for him, working out all the stress of the day.

“Have you been inside all day?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, there wasn’t really much to do today, and I didn’t have to teach any classes, though some of your students did come asking for me to explain rescue missions to them.”

“Did you?”

“Of course, I’m not mean you know.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Alright, if that’s how we’re playing it I won’t do this anymore and you can suffer through the stress.” You taunted.

You quickly stood up, going to walking away but he was quicker, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You grinned a little when you felt him burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You didn’t say anything, you just took his free hand, lacing your fingers with his as you sat there peacefully.

You knew he had fallen asleep like that when his hand fell a little from around your waist, and you gave a little laugh, nudging his head a little with your shoulder.

“Shota wake up, come on.”

He grumbled something you couldn’t quite understand.

“Shota, you’ll get hurt sleeping like this, come on.”

He moved his head and stood up, and you held your hand out to him, letting him take it so you could lead him through to the bedroom.

Sitting him on the end of the bed, you stood in front of him, and he looked up at you.

“Go to sleep, I’ll start cooking.”

“Take a nap with me.” He said.

You laughed.

“Alright, I won’t say no to that.”

You walked around to your side of the bed and laid down, holding your arm out to him so he could shuffled over.

Aizawa tucked his head under your chin, and you softly gripped the fabric of his shirt as you closed your eyes.

It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, but while you stayed asleep, when the sound of someone knocking resounded through the place Aizawa woke up.

He untangled himself from you, covered you with the quilt so you wouldn’t get cold and walked towards the door while tying his hair up.

“This better be important.” He huffed.

When you eventually woke up you noticed the empty spot on the bed, and judging by the fact it was mostly a shade of blue now it had been empty for a while.

Getting up, you walked to the kitchen.

“Shota?”

There was no response and you frowned.

Making your way back towards the front door, you you slipped your shoes one, grabbed your jacket and left, heading downstairs where a few other teachers were.

You made your way over, looking at each one of them until you recognised the silhouette of your friend.

“Mic?” You called.

He looked over to you.

“Therma! Our favourite rescue hero, what’s up yo?”

You laughed a little bit.

“You know where Aizawa went?”

“Yeah! Some trouble at 1-As dorm, he had to go sort it out before things got out of hand!”

You nodded your head, making your way outside and down the path.

It was dark, so it wasn’t hard to recognise the heat signatures coming from the dorms, and you noticed one coming towards you.

“What’re you doing out this late? Call out?”

“Oh, power loader, hey, no, I’m looking for Aizawa, apparently he’s at his classes dorms, do you think maybe you could help me get to the right one?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The other hero turned around to walk in line with you, both of you talking about work as you wondered, and after a few minutes you finally stopped.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

With that he left, and you knocked on their door before entering, looking around.

“Oh? Can we help you (Y/N)?” Mina asked a little confused.

“Looking for your home room teacher.”

“He’s gone back I think.”

You let out a slight groan, and turned back around, offered them a wave as you left their dorm, making your way back to the teachers dorm.

You were pretty close when you saw someone walking ahead of you, and you began to jog over.

Aizawa heard the sound of you jogging, he didn’t know you were awake or looking for him so at the noise of somebody approaching him he spun around, activating his quirk.

When your vision suddenly went from thermal to normal, you let out a confused yell, slapping a hand over your eyes.

Aizawa quickly walked over, taking your hand carefully from your eyes, placing a hand on the side of your face.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”

You looked at him, and you let out a small breath.

“Do it again…” you whispered.

“What?”

Now he was just confused.

“Do it again.. please…”

Aizawa took you inside, back to your shared space in the teachers dorms, and he sat you down on the couch.

Crouching down, he rested his arms on your knees.

“What do you mean do it again?”

“I.. I think you cancelled my quirk…”

“Is that possible?”

“I.. I think so, Shota please I haven’t seen things normally in so long… I haven’t seen you…”

You reached out, carefully placing your hands on the side of his face.

“Please…”

“I don’t know if it’s safe.”

“Shota please…. Take it away again so I can see you…”

He sighed, slowly standing up, pausing so he could kiss your forehead before he stepped away, saying he was going to make dinner.

You sat on the couch with a small frown.

You didn’t think it was dangerous if he took your quirk away, neither of you had thought to try it before, he didn’t just want to erase your quirk and you had never asked him, not until now.

He wanted to make you happy and erase it, see if it worked and if you would be able to see the world as it was.

At the same time he didn’t want to do it because if he did, and you looked at him, messy hair, scar on his face, he hadn’t shaved for at least a week, wearing his baggy hero costume he was worried maybe you’d think he wasn’t like you thought.

He was worried you’d want someone better than him, he struggled as it was with showing affection to you, and he’d come a long way since the start of the relationship, but he still had his doubts.

You were too good for him. He always believed that.

He never brought it up again, and he was hoping you wouldn’t, but he could tell you thought about it, so after another week he finally sat you down.

He crouched down in front of you, resting his arms on his legs with a sigh.

“Close your eyes.”

You nodded, doing as he said.

“Alright.”

You opened your eyes, and immediately you noticed how bright everything was, full of different colours, but your eyes were locked on his red ones.

He was pale, his hair was floating upwards, a deep black, he was wearing a white shirt and a black tie, and you could see the scar on his face, just under his eye.

He realised his quirk, rubbing his eyes and your went back to normal.

He stood up, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned away from you, you didn’t say anything, was that a bad thing?

“I can’t hold it longer, sorry…” he mumbled.

He began to leave the room.

“You’re so beautiful…” you whispered.

Aizawa stopped, keeping his face away from you forgetting you couldn’t read his expression.

“Be quiet…” he mumbled.

With that he quickly left the room, and you smiled, your thoughts completely focused on that one pure clear image of him.

You kept asking him to erase your quirk so you could see him, and eventually you both went to power loader to get him to help make something.

Which took a few months to finalise the details and he did the paperwork for you, and finally you had the procedure to have it done.

Recovery took a while, but tonight you were allowed to remove the bandages from your eyes, and Aizawa was stood in front of you.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

You nodded, letting him unwrap the bandages.

He looked at the small device attached to your temple, and he made sure it was set to the right setting.

They had managed to make a device that was connected to your eyes, meaning you could hopefully control your quirk now.

“You can open your eyes whenever you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath, slowly opening your eyes, and there he was again, dark eyes, hair tied up, he’d shaved, dressed up nicely in a suit.

You smiled brightly, reaching a hand up to the side of his face.

Aizawa noticed your eyes had changed to (E/C), and he smiled a little which made you smile even more.

“You made yourself look so handsome for me…?” You whispered.

“I wanted to make a good impression…” he mumbled out.

He averted his gaze awkwardly, and you reached behind him, pulling his hair down.

Then you moved your hands to his tie, undoing it, carefully taking it from around his head and he looked at him confused.

Did you not like it?

You set his tie aside, and placed your hands on the side of his face, leaning up to kiss him before dropping yourself back down.

“No matter how you dress, or how often you shave, hair up or down, you’re still the most beautiful person I’ll ever see Shota…”

“Can’t say that when you haven’t seen other people it doesn’t make sense…” he mumbled.

You gave a small shrug.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But I love you, so you’ll always be my favourite person to look at.”

He gave you a little smile, leaning down to capture you in another kiss.

When he broke away you went to go look at everything, leaving him to change back into some caudal clothes but he noticed you would come back every so often to look at him.

When he woke up the following morning you were gazing at him with soft eyes, a smile on your face.

You looked at him so softly, so lovingly as if he was without imperfection, and it was the same way he looked back at you.

Even when you weren’t together sometimes you would seek him out just to sit there and watch him, even if he did keep telling you that you saw him every day.

You just couldn’t get enough of looking at him.

He was sitting in the office of UA with you sat at your desk, head resting on your hand as you admired him.

“Are you ever going to stop?” He asked.

“No, because you’re absolutely perfect.”

You got up, walking over and placed your hands on his face, brushing some of his hair out of the way.

“My Shota…” you whispered.

He awkwardly looked away, but he did whisper under his breath that he loved you.

It wasn’t loud, but you heard it and you grinned a little bit as you walked back over to your desk to do some work.

This time it was his turn to just sit there and look at you, admire you and how perfect you were

[little-diable]

Isle Esme - Jasper Hale (smut)

Just a quick drabble I needed to get out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jasper goes down on the reader after taking her to Isle Esme for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), pwp

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader

“Where are you taking me?” Her excited giggles echoed through the night, a giddy smile shot at Jasper. He was steering the small boat with a smirk tugging on his lips, eyes focused ahead on the calm waves. 

The two had left Forks about two days ago, a surprise trip (y/n) had no information about. Jasper had packed her bags for her, mouth kept shut as she tried to ask more questions, desperately trying to figure out where he was taking her.

“We’re almost there, you’ll have to endure it for a few more minutes, darlin’.” Jasper was wearing a thin dress shirt, showing off his muscles, perfectly shaped over the past decades. His cold hand found hers, interlacing their fingers as an island came into view, dark like the night, barely standing out from the surrounding fog. 

“Whose island is that?” Awe dripped from her voice, pupils reflecting the flames of the torches alighting a small way up to what appeared to be a house. Jasper pulled her against his side, lips meeting her temple.

„Carlisle once gifted it to Esme, it’s been in the family for a while.“ Jasper slowed the boat down, parking it for the two of them to make it onto the island. He didn’t let go of (y/n)‘s hand, guiding her up the trail with their bags hanging off his shoulders. 

„It’s so pretty.“ He squeezed her hand, watching her take in their surroundings as they stepped into the house. The bags found their way to the ground and moments later, (y/n) was pulled into Jasper’s arms, giggling into the crook of his neck as he picked her up. “Stop, I want to explore, Jas’.” 

Her words were swallowed by the kiss he pressed against her lips, successfully shutting her up. She felt Jasper move them through the house, mind no longer able to focus on the rooms she had wanted to take in, wondering how long this place has been owned by the Cullens. “We have enough time to explore, I promise.”

(Y/n) was placed on a comfortable mattress, staring at Jasper with an excited glint swimming in her pupils. Another kiss was shared between the two, hands working on their clothes, desperate to free one another from the fabrics clinging to their frames. Her heart was racing, thumping in her chest, a sound Jasper found himself obsessed with, ringing in his ears like the softest tune known to humankind. 

“I love you.” He murmured the words against her lips, staring down on her barely dressed frame. Her heat flushed through her, forcing (y/n) to tighten her grip on his neck, moaning his name as his lips found her throat, kissing their way down to her chest. The loving three words rolled off her tongue moments later, allowing a smile to widen on his lips as he cupped her breasts, squeezing her hardening nubs. “Want to taste you, can I?” 

A breathy “Please” left (y/n), eyes rolling back into her head as he pressed a kiss to the soaked through fabric of her panties, pulling the fabric down her legs moments later. His cold tongue found her heat, brushing through her folds to taste her arousal, addicted to the taste. She felt sweat pearl on her skin, because of the heat lingering in the room – sticking to the walls even though the sun had set hours ago – perhaps because of the long travels her body wasn’t used to, but perhaps it was simply because of the way Jasper was touching her so carefully, yet fuelled by his desire for her. 

Two of his fingers were pushed into her tightness, making (y/n) choke on her gasps, back threatening to arch off the mattress, unable to hold back. Fuck, he knew how to make her see stars within moments, one with his movements, the fire he alighted deep inside of her. 

“Mhm look at you, dripping for me, bet you could take me just like that.” She couldn’t reply, could only cry out his name as he sucked on her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. No longer did she manage to keep on breathing, holding her breath with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands searching for his golden roots, needing to find something to hold onto. 

“Fuck, Jas, ‘m so close.” (Y/n)’s words were slurred, not properly pronounced, and yet he still seemed to pick up on them perfectly, smirking against her skin. She’d cum any moment now, ready to let go with his name rolling off her tongue and her nails threatening to pierce through his cold skin, a sight Jasper never wanted to forget. 

He curled his fingers, pushing her over the edge with a raspy groan rumbling through the man, making the sound vibrate on her folds. His name left her, spoken into the warm night with tears welling up in her eyes, desperate for everything he’d be able to offer her. Jasper kept fucking her with his fingers, pushing her through her high over and over again, only letting go as she relaxed with a heavy sigh leaving her. 

“I don’t think we’ll do much exploring.” (Y/n) whispered the words, giggling as he squeezed her side, moving up her body to pull her in for a kiss.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

bestie to brighten your day: rugby player! aegon.

he is big (his thigh is as big as your body), he plays rough and definitely not fair and he always enjoys partying up a good victory in the locker room with you, his favorite fan

this idea plagued my mind so, that I made a few, innocent headcanons about this version of Aeg… so don’t mind me :)

No. 1 Fan

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Rugby!Player!Aegon ii Targaryen x girlfriend!fem!Reader [MODERN AU]

WORDS: 964.

WARNINGS: mentions of physical fights/competitiveness, swearing, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, handjobs/blowjobs.

A/N - as I mentioned previously, I'll continue to be dropping fics however may take a while to respond, forgive me x I am trying to find my groove again on this hellsite.

Aegon would not have ever considered sports as a hobby [let alone as a passion].

Although, he was often encouraged to by teachers/coaches because of his sturdy mass, and from the sake of peer pressure [his friends were commonly jocks, and therefore he felt obliged to join].

Nonetheless, once he got a taste of rugby, and since then, it was game over.

He was obsessed, and invested in his games.

Aegon struggled from time to time with being consistent in training: often at times not showing up, developing a love-hate relationship with his coach.

Although on the off and rare occasion Aegon did participate in some vigorous training, you did rather enjoy watching him from afar on the sidelines. Feeling yourself getting lustfully wetter by the second, tempted to touch yourself at the sheer sight.

Desperate to sate your needs, and Aegon noticing how blush and flustered you were seeing him all breathless and sweaty, he knew what he needed to do.

However, the training draining most of his stamina out, you would often ride him atop, as he remained lazy and blissfully observant from below.

Moreso, it was more so the aspect of winning, that enticed Aegon. The feeling of earning a victory was unlike anything he'd ever accomplished.

That and the fact that he could allow his competitive nature to take over with proper cause: he had a great enthusiasm for tackling rivalries that was invigorating for him. The adrenaline that fuelled him during the games, was almost intoxicating.

Not to mention the celebrations that followed, the endless partying was an added bonus.

Celebratory sex was now strictly a ritual between you two, and was often his main, personal objective to win a game.

Aegon did also enjoy and favour when you made the effort to congratulate him with some good old cock-sucking and hand-jobs. Worn out from games, yet the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he could easily grow stiff after a solid win, and desperately needed some release: your pretty mouth and swift hands always did the trick, shooting his hot, fresh load all over your breasts, satisfied with himself.

Aegon initially, never thought of himself as competitive, and probably was not prior to sports: however having since grown into a complete jock, he loved the idea of winning.

Trying his best for his team mates, for you and most importantly for himself, was something that he was not accustomed to, and yet he found solace in that warmed his heart [although he rarely told anyone this, besides you].

Initially after joining the team, Aegon hadn't disclosed his new venture to his family: it was only when Helaena got whiff of it, and you had accidentally mentioned it in passing, that Alicent was adamant the entire family attend a game [despite Aegon's efforts to convince them not to].

They would end up sneaking into the game in secret, only to make themselves known from the blatant, ecstatic cheering once Aegon scores a goal.

Viserys would pay no mind though, just exchanging a simple, unimpressive nod of approval. Alicent would slowly start to collect the team's souvenirs, her and Helaena making their own posters with your help. Aemond would act like he too, did not care, although would comment on a solid tackle ["I mean I could run faster than you, but I suppose you did well enough brother"] and Daeron would only pay attention from his phone/console once the crowd starts cheering/roaring. Criston would be subtly proud of Aegon's new interest, chiming in his two cents and exchanging advice from his college football days.

It pained you however, to see Aegon get beaten and tackled: even more anxious if he was on the cusp of a physical fight with the rival team, which he often always found himself in some sort of tussle.

One rival player had in passing mentioned your name, and all he saw was red... Safe to say, he was suspended that game, and learnt his lesson.

Although, he did rather enjoy you nursing him back to health, aiding in his recovery: soothing and massaging his sore muscles, he would relish in your back massages. The gentle feeling of your soft, small hands rubbing up against his rough, bruised skin.

Eventually leading to your eager, wet cunt up against his stiff, girthy cock.

Regardless, Aegon often exclaimed that you were his lucky charm. Getting into the religious habit of kissing you before the starting kick or scrum, in between half-time and immediately after.

He was obsessed with seeing you wear his oversized jersey: appearing more like a short dress over you, this would be his screensaver.

The cheerleaders would definitely try tho shoot their shot [aimlessly] whether it was at training sessions or during games: although Aegon knew better than to indulge, his eyes only set on you.

Although he did enjoy how ruffled and jealous you would get.

He earned his college scholarship from playing in high-school, now playing in the big leagues.

Aegon would also often entice you into the boy's locker [only when vacant and empty], fucking you rough and hard in some steamy shower.

With all the training, Aegon's body would be buff as fuck and muscular: he had always leaned towards the larger size, his appetite grand, often justifying that he was "bulking" for the sake of training.

THIGHS!!!!! Your fave feature, sitting on his lap was the most comfortable thing, not to mention the thigh rides…

You would gift Aegon a custom made miniature jersey vest for Sunfyre, his labrador pup, and Aegon would actually be over the moon.

"Like father, like son, huh?!"

Footballer/Rugby player Aeg would definitely have an untamed mullet.

Regardless, you were his number one supporter, proudly calling yourself his top fan.

general taglist [bold means I could NOT tag] - @evenstaris @bel-bottoms @fan-goddess @malfoytargaryen @hightowhxre @bibli0thecary @m1ndbrand @connorsui @elegantsplendour @randomdragonfires @sylasthegrim @arcielee @s-we-e-t-t-ea @sahvlren @aemondtargaryensrider @watercolorskyy @hypnos-daughter-certified

Aegon ii taglist - @who-told-you-this-was-butter @f4ll-for-you @amiraisgoingthruit @bucknastysbabe @jawline-of-steel

[luixiv]

So, the pic of Machine Herald Viktor from Bridging the Rift has been sitting in my brain for past couple of days and simply refusing to leave. Therefore, as an attempt to appease my very much obsessed brain and make him to shut up, I went and tried to figure out just how tall he actually will be (give or take cca 10 cm/4 inches, the picture is really blurry and hard to determine where the top of his head is). So, to anyone as obsessed as me with this man or anyone that would be simply interested, I present to you my little moment of analysis fuelled by insanity, lack of sleep and my never ending obsession. Enjoy!

(As a side note, since I’m accustomed to using metric units and imperial units are little bit foreign to me, I used Google to convert them. So if there are any mistakes my converting please tell me so I can correct it. Also, if I’m wrong in my maths anywhere or anywhere else actually, please correct on that too.)

Alright, first we need to determine where the top of MH head is. This was a bit tricky since like I said the image is very blurry, so I had to guess a little bit. But with the help of this picture

we can approximately trace the silhouette of MH. Albeit bit crude and with the Hexclaw missing a joint (there should be 3 [if he is using the model we saw in ep 4], but I couldn’t make the last one out, maybe it’s even folded behind his back, honestly I don’t know) we can make out his hand and shoulders, staff, Hexclaw and shoulder pauldron and his head.

With approximate location of his head known, we now can compare MH’s and Vik’s height. So how tall is human Viktor? Well, looking at the height chart posted by Arcane’s twitter the answer seems to be strait forward.

But it’s actually not. Vik and Mel are written to be 172 cm (5 feet 8 inches), but looking at them, they are not the same height on this picture. First the line which symbolizes 172 cm (5 feet 8 inches) is touching the top of Mel’s head but coming through Viktor’s (I get that he has a fluffy hair, but still, it’s a bit too low). Second his forehead, chin, mouth and eyes are higher too. So, he is a little bit taller. But how much? 2 cm (0.79 inches) if we account for his fluffy hair or 4 cm (1.57 inches) if we don’t.

(Dark red lines symbolize 170 cm [5 feet 7 inches], 180 cm [5 feet 11] and 190 cm [6 feet 3 inches] respectively. I had to add them since they weren't marked, only the nubers were written, but they didn't correspond to any red or white lines. And blue line is 174 cm [5 feet 8 and ½ inches]).

So, Viktor is 174 cm (5 feet 8 and ½ inches) to 176 cm tall (5 feet 9 inches). With this information in mind, we can now compare Vik and MH and calculate MH’s height.

If Viktor is 174 cm tall:

174 cm = 10 units

1 unit = 17.4 cm

their difference is 2 units = 34.8 cm

174 + 34.8 = 208.8 cm rounded to 209 cm

Machine Herald would be then 209 cm (6 feet 10 inches).

If Viktor is 176 cm tall:

2 units = 35.2 cm

176 + 35.2 = 211.2 cm rounded to 211 cm.

Machine Herald would be then 211 cm (6 feet 11 inches).

In other words, absolute unit. Giant even. He is hiding some huge platforms/stilettos in the suit of his. Viktor in his girl boss era. Bless him. I’m jealous honestly. He looked at Jayce and rest of Piltover and went: “Taller than me? Absolutely not. Over my dead body!” I love him so much.

[haydenigmatic]

Lady Verena (veh-REH-na) Sarpe (/sɑːrp/)

Introducing Lady Verena, the captivating scion of one of the eight kingdoms' powerful families. Renowned for her beauty and political acumen, she weaves a complex tapestry of seduction and strategy to navigate the intricate web of courtly affairs. What twists await her?

As for a face claim there are a few: Katie McGrath as Morgana Le Fay, possibly Eva Green, even Alicia Agneson and of course she reminds me of Morrigan, all of them are a mix of what I picture her.

Now for her voice I think; Kathleen Turner the voice of Jessica Rabbit, I love her no matter what her health condition has done to her voice.

Main Family Dynamics:

Duke Veneger - The Spymaster:

Her father, is the spymaster serving the king. His absence from home due to his court duties creates a void in her life, contributing to her independence and self-reliance.

Duchess Jyne - The Ailing Mother:

Her mother, was once a significant influence in her life. However, her illness has made her unable to interact, creating a longing for the nurturing connection they once shared.

Veredus - The Heir with Reservations:

Her elder brother and the heir to the family, harbours reservations about his sister's unconventional ways. He views her with scepticism, wishing for a more traditional sister who would conform to societal expectations.

Vardan - The Second Son:

Her other elder brother, He has a knack for exploration and is often away on journeys to distant lands. Despite the physical distance, Verena and Vardan share a bond forged through occasional letters and updates, maintaining a connection despite the miles between them. He is more of a silent observer in the family dynamics. He neither openly opposes nor supports Verena's choices, maintaining a neutral stance.

Here are some random details about her:

Memorable Quote: "In this world, one's reputation is a weapon as sharp as any dagger."

Is an excellent horsewoman and loves nothing more than taking a spirited stallion out for a ride in the countryside.

Has a secret love for sweets and often indulges in them when no one is watching.

She is obsessed with collecting rare and exotic perfumes from all over the world.

Wears tight, low-cut dresses exclusively designed by a renowned tailor who understands her unique style.

Developed immunity to poisons, both a strength and a vulnerability. While it grants her a certain invincibility, it has also become a dangerous addiction.

love for the theatre isn't just limited to being an audience member. She actively participates in local productions, taking on various roles that allow her to explore different facets of herself.

Her white ferret companion is named Kavi. Originally intended as a meal for a serpent she had, changed her mind and kept the ferret as a pet. Becoming a constant, sneaking companion, often resting on her shoulder or within the folds of her elaborate dresses during social gatherings.

The illness that befell her mother left her unable to interact, creating a void that she struggled to fill, until Countess Roderick took her under her wing, she viewed her as a mother figure.

Countess Roderick became a surrogate parent, filling the void left by Verena's ailing mother and absent father. Visiting every day or extending invitations to her estate, the Countess became both mentor and confidante. However, her teachings went beyond the conventional, delving into the realm of feminine power and manipulation. Countess Roderick believed in arming her with the tools she'd need to navigate the treacherous world she was born into.

Fuelled by a mix of rage and political calculation, her father orchestrated the demise of Countess Roderick and her husband. This act, intended to protect the family's honour, irreparably fractured her trust in familial bonds and propelled her into a world where power and cunning were her only constants.

Her Network of Informants: "The Eyes of the Snake" maintains an extensive network of informants across the Eight Kingdoms. Information flows seamlessly through their channels, allowing her to stay well-informed about potential threats or opportunities.

[enderpearlll]

Damn but what if.. Yan! Kevin AND Steber😳??

Poly Yanderes!Kevin and Streber Headcanons.

A few people requested for yandere headcanons for these two, so here you go. I’m sorry for the lack of posts, I’m trying to keep up with asks and school at the same time oops.

Gender-Neutral reader.

• It doesn't matter how you three met, Kevin and Streber have adored you since the beginning. Despite being in a loving relationship for a long while now, you've managed to worm your way into their hearts. They'd do anything for you. And once you've got these two hooked, there's no getting rid of them. Ever.

• Streber was the first to fall, realizing that you were more than a friend when you listened to his ramble on and on with a huge smile on your face. You were always so attentive, and oh so thoughtful... He found himself blushing and shaking his hands when he thought about you, just like he did with his boyfriend. Wait... Oh no. What was he going to tell Kevin? Streber felt horrible, you both just met for crying out loud!

• But he couldn't help but indulge in the way you made him swoon, writing you poems and yearning to hold you in his arms. Dear god, the thought of you as his own made his heart swell with joy. But guilt writhed deep within him whenever he spoke to you, taking in your word like gospel. You were a true guilty pleasure for him.

• Kevin, on the other hand, took a while longer to realize his feelings for you. You regularly visited him at his job, paying him a visit everyday. He had to admit, he admired your dedication and commitment to come and see him everyday, no matter the conditions.

• One day, you had missed a visit (which was Kevin's highlight of the day), and Kevin was distraught. You usually came at the same time everyday. He kept checking the clock, nervously pacing and fidgeting with his uniform. You had to come today, you just had to. Kevin never got this worried unless it was about his boyfriend... Oh. Oh shit.

• They usually communicate fairly well, but when they met you, it was a struggle to speak to one another about the developing obsession— Crush. They mean crush. They both collectively realize that they both had a crush on you one night, when they both lied in bed awkwardly. Streber had broken the silence, a quiet sniffle coming from him. "...Kevin? I have something to tell you..."

• Kevin brushed his hand through his messy hair, stress evident in his eyes. "Me too." They both looked at each other, before breaking out into a soft fit of giggles. "You go first." Kevin said, watching as Streber shook his head. "No, you." They both sighed deeply, glancing away from each other. "Together?" "Together." The two of them uttered quietly.

• "I like Y/n!" They both said simultaneously, and then stared in shock at each other. "... Really? I've been worried for nothing, then!" Kevin shouted, relieved as he smiled at Streber, who was on the verge of tears. "Me too. God, I'm so glad you like them too!" They slowly erupted into laughter, holding onto each other and smothering each other in kisses. They spent the whole night raving on and on about you, gushing with excitement as they both talked about a relationship with you.

• These two feed into each other's obsession like crazy. They think it's true love, that they've found their missing piece. Kevin is constantly worrying about your well-being, which is only fuelled by Streber's anxieties about someone taking you away from them. Streber finds that he doesn't like anyone else but him and Kevin being your friends, which Kevin vehemently backs up. You should only have them around. It's for your own safety!

• You, on the other hand, were torn between the two. You had no idea either of them were in a relationship with each other, so when they suddenly told you one day you were shocked. How did you not see it sooner?! But you felt guilty as much as you did surprised, feeling horrible for having childish crushes on two men that were in a happy relationship. What you didn't expect was the sudden overflow of affection from the two.

• While they both were openly smitten with you, you noticed an influx of attention coming from both. Streber was more handsy, hugging you and swinging you around in his arms. He constantly barraged you with compliments, and would watch you do everything with pure investment. You were freaked out, since he was dating Kevin. You didn't want to be a home wrecker or anything.

• Kevin was an easy target to fluster and bother, but literally touching him or looking at him in the eyes got him redder than a cherry. You just grazed his arm and he's stuttering and shaking like a leaf! He'll ask you millions of questions about yourself, soaking up your words like a sponge. This goes on for a month.

• You're starting to feel buried underneath the amount of guilt you were feeling, so you asked them to spill everything. They both had sat you down in their shared apartment, both uncharacteristically giddy and quiet as you told them everything that you've been thinking. Neither of them flinched when you said how much they've been flirting with you, instead asking you a question you'd never thought you'd hear from the couple. "Would you want to date us?"

• You were in awe. You liked them both as equally as the other, and found them wonderful to be around. So after sitting there stunned, you finally said yes. Maybe you were making a mistake, seeing as you've only known them for a few months, but you were so flattered you couldn't say no. It was a dream come true!

• Which it was, for awhile. You noticed that they quickly warmed up to you, often inviting you over to hangout. You quickly realized that they preferred to keep you inside, and strayed away from the mere thought of an outdoor date. It's not like you minded, though. You had your boys all to yourself and you loved it, nothing wrong with that.

• Well, after a literal month of dating, they already wanted to take it to the next level and have you move in. You declined their eager request, believing that it was way too early to be moving in. Even though you were rarely at your own house anymore due to them constantly wanting you around. They both were obviously dissatisfied with your answer, spending weeks trying to convince you to move in with them. Kevin's excuse was that they could take much more care of you, and that you wouldn't have to leave them. Streber's was constant whining and begging, along with the help of some crocodile tears.

• Inevitably, you caved into their pleas, watching as they smiled wider than they ever had before. You were shocked at how quickly they moved you in, even buying a bigger bed so you could sleep with them. Streber struggles to sleep at night, but with you and Kevin on either side of him, he sleeps like a log. You try to wake up and go to work some mornings, but they simply just trap you in their embrace and tiredly beg for you to stay home again, even though this was the sixth time you've done so that month.

• Kevin and Streber don't want you going to work, seeing as their jobs can keep food on the table just fine. You deny their pleas for you to quit, instead sneaking out to work when they aren't paying attention. But some rumours at work had started to spread like wildfire when you did so for the third time that week, most of which were embarrassing and humiliating. How did they know about that stuff? You only told your family and boyfriends about that stuff... You were forced to quit after the rumours had gotten too big for you to handle.

• You see, Streber can easily dig up any old information or embarrassing memories with the power of the internet. When you first met, he spent an entire night just searching for any bit of info on your life and interests. He liked to load up on facts about you, it made him happy. It's scary what he can do sometimes. Like how did he find your old Fanfiction.Net account. You haven't used that in years.

• Kevin loves to get you gifts and little trinkets for you, paying close attention to all of your interests and hobbies. A lot of which he learned from Streber, who dumps info about you on him like a water fall. It's terrifying, really. Like how did he know you've wanted his album for years, you haven't talked about it in months... And even before then, you didn't even know them at all.

• Of course, one can't constantly ignore or avoid the gigantic red flag at full mast behind Kevin and Streber. They may seem loving and caring on the outside, but you take notice of their odd overprotective tendencies. You can't go outside without one of them, you couldn't go to work when you had a job, and you can't even mention your friends without them getting jealous! But you're wearing rose-red glasses, so the gigantic red flag is just a flag.

• Don't even get started on the control and management they have over you. They control who you talk to, when you leave the house, when you can do anything hazardous... It was odd, but they were pushy and kept telling you than it was for your own good. Of course you listened to them, they were your partners and they were just concerned. But your friends were awfully worried with how fast your relationship was moving, and the lack of any interaction with them.

• They isolate and divide you from your friends, telling you that they didn’t like them or thought that they were safe to be around. Of course you’re confused, you’ve known most of your friends for years. Kevin is persistent and along with Streber’s guilt tripping, you inevitably cave in and slowly cut off all contact.

• As a result you feel more and more isolated, going to your boyfriends for comfort which they’re more than happy to provide. You begin to grow resentful against your former peers, fuelled by Kevin and Streber’s insecurities and fears. They slowly begin to go behind your back and threaten your friends, only pushing them away further. This only enraptures you in their web even more.

• Of course Kevin and Streber feel bad, they hate seeing you so downtrodden. But with a little more time and a lot of affection, pretty soon you’ll realize that they love you more than anything. Everything they do is to benefit you, and they firmly believe what they’re doing is right.

[your-enby-antihero]

An Oracle and Her Shadow

Summary: A companion piece to Aelwyn Abernant Might Go Blue Dragon(born) Hunting from Oisin's point of view as he grapples with liking a girl but having maybe convituted feelings about her because of rage and obsession.

Also available on Ao3

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Sometimes you like the pretty elven girl from your History of Glyph class in freshman year. You like that her hair is the colour of gold, you like that when you see her smile (which is rare) she is like the golden light of day, she’s so smart and so intelligent and the best wizard probably ever and she’s so cool, her friends are so cool. 

Sometimes that like turns into a crush that Ivy teases you about for practically all the way through freshman and sophomore year. Little jabs that she sends your way, things like ‘you ever think an oracle would divine anyone as lame as you’. Ivy was- is your best friend and she could be relentless.

Sometimes you get a rage crystal buried into your chest by teachers that were one thousand percent manipulating you and that crush turns into an obsession. Like a dragon that covets treasures for its hoard, you want to be near her, to be the only one around her, to keep that golden light all to yourself. When she smiled at you and said you were great at that party at the beginning of the year and somehow that obsession doubled because maybe she liked you back and you could make her so happy, so so happy. Happier than any of her friends or her sister or her family, happier than anyone.

Sometimes you get maybe a little too into when she’s competent, like when you see her sitting at a desk aceing the Last Standard Exam while also turning missed attacks into hits and summoning gigantic magic hands to punch purple worms or when you see her shoot one of your ancestors out of the sky and then proceed to punch one dead. Yeah maybe you shouldn’t have wanted to lick your lips when you saw the blood spray across her face or bite the inside of your cheek to calm the roaring obsession in the lunch room so all you can get out is a sorry. Sorry that you looked at her and thought about her joining you in the final battle filled with rage, oh how beautiful she’d be bursting with rage. Yeah, maybe that’s too far. Reel it back in Hakinvar, you might be obsessed with the girl but you don’t want to be a creep about it. Come on, pull yourself together. 

You feel vitriolic hate for her party because, in the final battle, you have spent so much time planning for, the girl that consumes every waking thought that you’ve had for the past like year, isn’t the one to kill you. Maybe you wanted her beautiful blue eyes to stare at you with hatred. To feel her battle weary hands plunge that sword into the cold gaping wound in your chest. To look at you at all you, to feel the warmth of her gaze on you and only you, no matter if it’s love or adoration or hate or spite or just anything that isn’t ‘I have never taken a class with you’ or ‘yeah Thursday mornings were rough for me’. Just anything that says I’ve seen you before, I know you. 

Well, you were revived and not immediately expelled for Aguefort in some divine miracle done by the new student body president Kristen Applebess. You feel really fucking embaressed at most of the thoughts that still linger in your head about her. Because despite you being completely normal instead of being in a heightened rage-fuelled, base emotion-driven place at the time, even though you're back to normal you maybe still want her to maybe step on you with her incredibly scuffed boots. Is it so wrong that your face goes purple when she says that you are a piece of shit? Oisin didn’t think so. 

So when he was mandated to take remedial lessons by Arthur Aguefort to pass Junior year, after his group succeeded the Last Stand, he didn’t make a fuss, not like Kipperlilly anyway. Was it even better than Kristen Applebees suggested that The Bad Kids tutor The Rat Grinders and out of all The Bad Kids who could have and did refuse (of course Riz had been hesitant to partner up with a girl who wanted his life was reasonable, even Oisin could see that) the radiant Elven Oracle had said to meet at her house on Wednesdays in the afternoon, side quests permitting, to say he was over the moon was an understatement.

He had made sure to bring his best spell ink and the most expensive paper he had to the first tutoring session. As he walked up to the creepy haunted mansion that his oracle resided in he straightened his shoulders and knocked on the door. 

The sounds of crashing and shouts, the sound of teasing and jeering but with no undertone of venom (not like how Ivy and Kipperlilly teased and mocked each other). Adaine opened the door, radiant as ever.

“Glad you could make it, follow me,” she offered, leading him up the tall stairs to a wizard's tower, with bunk beds.

As he took stock of the room, the many papers and books scattered about, drawings and doodles and a massive pile of scrolls. The last thing he noticed on the ground, painted in dark ink, were runes. A massive spell circle with unknown rune work that set Oisin’s tail on guard. Adaine was wonderfully gracious with her knowledge and her time, teaching him about ranges of spells and the optimal ways to be out of counterspell range to best support the party. He listened with wrapped fascination, so aware of how she moved her hands like she was doing somatic components of a spell as she explained. Eventually, he got her talking about the creation of her own spells, how she had modified the incantation for conjure minor elementals to give the Dry Guys more vibrancy. He was surprised that the elementals that she conjured were the ones with the podcast. The window they had set for this session was rapidly reaching its end but as he observed Adaine he saw that she was wrapped up in correcting some of the glyphs on his spell work, clearly not paying attention to time. ‘It's perfect’ he thought to himself as he soaked in her presence as much as he could. When she finally realized they had gone long she had sheepishly apologized and sent him on his way.

“I hope this was helpful,” she supplied as she led him to the door, “Adventuring is hard but if you learn to trust your party I think you’ll get through the Last Stand just fine. See you next week.”

Oisin smiled back, his heart was ablaze, he’d see her next week for sure and maybe if he played his questions at the right times and let her get lost in glyphs and scrolls he could be by her side for just a bit longer. 

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Oisin was annoyed, very annoyed. He had been making so much progress, not only in his tutoring but also in getting closer to Adaine. At first, she seemed a bit on edge, tip-toeing around him with her words. Every detail about The Bad Kids was omitted from the conversation and nothing drifted from the spellwork in front of them. He had managed to get the session to run about 30 minutes longer, as Adaine became more comfortable she would veer off on tangents allowing for Oisin to stay by her for just a while longer. In fact, she had actually opened up to him a bit, forgiven him for his actions.

“I’m so so sorry Adaine, that rage crystal really just heightens everything. The rage was just so all-consuming. I can’t make up for trying to kill your friends or end the world but I can apologize for how I treated you.”

She had placed a reassuring hand on his, “I get it Oisin, you guys were manipulated. You were children being coerced by grown adults. I forgive you.”

But here was the problem, well the problem was actually named Aelwyn Abernant. She had taken to interrupting his time with his oracle. The annoying elven woman had started crashing their tutoring sessions. Even if she wasn’t there Adaine would suddenly get a text and turn to Oisin saying that she had to step out for a moment. He also was unable to drag out his sessions because Aelwyn had a killer sense of time.

“Oh Adaine, I believe that all the time you set for tutoring today.”

“We wouldn’t want to keep him late now would we.”

“I’m sure what you’re learning is riveting but I ask that you wrap it up, some of us have jobs.”

That lingering feeling in his chest screamed, maybe a side effect of the rage crystal, he wanted to sink a claw into Aelwyn’s throat to keep her from interrupting, to cast a permanent silence spell on her so that he would never have to hear her voice again. He wasn’t afraid of her, not in the slightest.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

 Oisin was so afraid of Aelwyn Abernant. Maybe he would ask Adaine if she could meet at a different location because the woman may have wanted him dead. ‘Not a good look Oisin not when you want to date her sister’ he thought to himself as he walked home from potentially the most threatening interaction he has ever had, ‘Gods she was literally arrested and sent to federal prison in her home country. She was extradited and she will use that nemesis ward on me even if I’m not even doing anything at all.’ He had seen the power flow through her eyes and travel to the ward, abjuration wizards were freaky. Maybe he should call Adaine and ask if they could meet at his house not just because seeing her in his hoard sated a deep part of his brain that he so desperately wanted to suppress but also so he could get out of the gaze of a very protective older sister.

[liauditore]

For the ship bingo, perhaps ethubs or boatboys?

sorry it took so long to get to this i got so excited someone asked me to talk abt ethubs i went into a coma 😭😭

Ethubs

um uhh umerm ethubs yeah etho and bdubs and last life and mindcrack UHCs and eyah yknow um yeah

you know that one post that's like "inside my head is a five page essay with footnotes and when i speak it's just ouhghh blorbo he is so shaped". that's me with ethubs. not even kidding ethubs is the ship that made me finally "get" shipping in general, mcyt or not. i. words. i care them.

and uh there's. not rlly anything i can say i think that my ethubs moots haven't already said? They've been friends forever, they play off eachother super well, "he loves me", they're both so obsessed and in need of eachother but at the same time would rather eat raw, unpicked cactus than admit that, etc etc they're so unwell

im just gonna skip on over to the song lyrics bit cus i. they make my brain short circuit i cant even sentences.

The scarlet summer is gone and peaceful gray is draping the city Alone, I reach out for you to hold me tight, shivering Always the days spent with you warmed my heart and kept me from freezing Although I knew they were gone forever But in my pain, to me you came like the warmest breeze "On nights so cold I know you need some company."

Though only in lonely and freezing times, we held each other close to keep from feeling hopeless nothings And now again I can see summer fast approaching like a storm that there's no stopping Repeating in a cycle Like our mistakes

My love for you is endless, just like the deepest sea And like the ocean blue your complications speak to me I've come to understand you, your parts and inner workings My sun only in winter Only when I need you or else you won't need me

Leave you in Summer, Yet You're In My Fluffthoughts (Ashe translyrics) (sidenote this might be one of my favourite music videos of all time)

Falling so deeply while clinging to love But even so, I feel my heart and it’s floating up above Your true face, such a passionate one, shows your beauty, coming in a flood True, all of our short-lived youth will someday come to end Ah, even so, in my view, it starts right now, yet again

And every day, I found I prayed for you to be always full of happiness that remains Ah, just like this, please wait right by my side, please stay

Tablet (Will Stetson / sayriris translyrics) (after watching LL the first thing i did was make a MV to this song with LL Bdubs and it was still the most insane thing ive ever done fuelled by pure gargoyle inspiration juice)

I wouldn't say they're ~~Divorced~~ quite yet cus Idk if they were ever really married as much as just plain endlessly obsessed with eachother, which they still are. But they definitely broke up lmao

but yeah uh their chemistry is great. bdubs said it best. they've been thru the trenches together.

Boat Boys

Thankfully much less thoughts about these two or else this post would get way too long lmao. I like them but I'm not too insane about them I guess? Etho's very awkward near people he isn't used to which was fun to watch but made their interactions kind of limited for a lot of DL I feel.

Joel's obsession with Etho is hilarious and seeing Bdubs get jealous of his #1 ethogirl status getting challenged is great fun. He's definitely gone through a bit of an arc from "I KILLED ETHO! I KILLED ETHO!!" in Last Life to "Eefo D:< You're making me nervous, eefo D:<" in Double Life to whatever the cow divorce situation was in Limlife. It seems like Etho's otherworldly status has been nerfed in his head and he's much less intimidated by him, while still admiring him in that 'childhood hero' sorta way.

I think because of that I've always seen them a little bit as more of a mentor/prodigy relationship than anything else? Specifically one that Etho is not even aware he's in. Eitherway, I don't really ship them in the romantic sense 🤷‍♂️ etho's just way too aloof and joel's got too much fangirl energy for it to be anything intimate lol

[tarjapearce]

Just wanna share, My Miguel obsession started since the moment i first saw him on the trailer of ASTV and jesus if i told myself back then that many months later i would still be obsessed with him, i would not believe, but here we are! Miguel's literally the first character that I've been obsessing for months! I'm not even going to be surprised if this will turn into a year! Of obsession 😭 my obsession and my fondness for Miguel would instead grow bigger and bigger as I get to know this man on a deeper level and learn his complexity 😭🩷 and your fics are just fuelling the already strong fire afghdbnejsi I love this man so much I am so not normal about him. I am looking forward to more of your amazing works! 😔🩷💖

-🩷

I'm-

I feel you nonny. I thought at first that Miguel would be just another character that I'd obsess over and get over in the span of months, like many many other characters that have crossed my list.

I know it's kinda exaggerated and cringe to thank a fictional character but Miguel has caused quite the impact on me. Like, I wanna create as much as I can for him, explore his character in so many ways (That's why so many different series hehe) and I wanna contribute to the brain rot (That is slowly waning off, but I'm glad there are some people that are still delulu for him 🤭❤️) And thanks to him I've met such amazing people, even got new friends!

Gotta thank Aiden Pearce too, cause he got me so hooked into the writing hobby that I strive to make it a profession one day :'). And you guys for being so so damn supportive through everything 🥹❤️.

Miguel is undeniably one of my favorite characters of all times. Love him to bits ❤️

[plagalkey]

Hi! I think your art is cool and I admire your style. Recently I've been wanting to improve my own art and was wondering if you could share any tips or resources that you have used that have helped you a lot. (Sorry if you have already answered this question, I don't wanna take up too much of your time)

hi and thank u for liking my art 💙🥹

this might be a frustrating answer but it takes time to get better and I've been drawing for like... 10 years by now? and when I started I was not good LOL I think drawing often and having brainrot over something / being super passionate about something is the best way to improve. all my periods of visible growth happened when I was just super obsessed with a ship / OCs etc. that fuelled me to draw almost everyday and so I got practice and reps. and it went in ebbs and flows (like u can see I went through a random spike of klapollo art two years ago ish? and then I didn't draw much or post anything for a year or two.. and now I'm drawing lots of oikage haha...) but everytime I go through a productivity spike I learn a lot and push myself to try new things bc I want to depict the characters somehow.

I think also if ur struggling with something (ie. legs, hands, hair) just take a day here and there between drawing fun stuff to sit down and study some photo refs or look up tutorials on YouTube if that helps, even just 30 min or 1 hr of practice in a sketchbook will add up over time!

u can do it I believe in u!!!!! I'm cheering u on on ur journey

[snail-studios]

hello!!! hope u're having an awesome day/evening :DD so anyway, what got u into botw/tloz? also what other fandoms are u in? ur art is so cute btw!!! ♡

awww hii!!!!! thank you for the question and for saying my art is cute! :D :D :D

♡ big long rant below vvv ♡

i first played botw on the wii seven years ago with my big brother when i was really young! at first..i hated it :V the wii sucked and it was SO STRESSFUL when the stal-monsters came and started attacking me! i even tried diving underwater but just got shot a ton,.. so i didn't play it for a year or so before i got it on the switch and absolutely fell in love with it. it was the most beautiful game i'd ever played, i could be a cute boy and run around naked plus I could ahve a horse. i named her milky and i didn't know i could register her so i left her outside of kakariko and she dissapeared. rip milky ;_;

so after about two years of aimlessly exploring hyrule i found some youtube videos during the pandemic. and it was all theories and cutscenes and one about a romance? and i, being a little fruit, saw te pretty girl on the thumbnail and was instantly hooked. because i was link and link was me, so i wanted to see how i could get a cool elf girlfriend (for perfectly straight reasons, of course -w-). so i was entranced with zelink, and princess zelda. i looked at fanart, i shipped until i realised....this was a boring ship and i didn't even like zelda too much, and i hadn't even watched any of the cutscenes yet.

so i watch aaalll the cutscenes, including a very special one, mipha's touch. cue little me squealing and kicking my legs because it's a mermaid and she heals and she's REALLY pretty. so i begin playing through botw's story in earnest. and i try to get to ruta- fail, and do vah medoh instead (and become obsessed with revali..dark days indeed).but now that i have revali's gale i can easily get to zora's domain and OMG! A SHARK PRINCE!!! AND HE'S MIPHA'S LITTLE BROTHER! SO SHE'S ALIVE!

but wait......why was he referring to her in past tense?

and then i see the statue and have a full link moment because i've played hours and hours just so i can see her and seh's dead????????????/ are you friken kidding me???????????????

i struggle through ruta, kill waterblight after many failed attempts and get the cutscene tm . and i'm shattered, but i've realised that this ship is canon af. mipha loved link and he's looking at her with such intensity. and..you know. i'm a young girl with too much time on my hands because of the pandemic. so i start learning to draw mipha so i can make art -w- and she really fuelled my love for art because she makes me happy okay!! 😭😭

after ages of becoming as OP as possible i get through the rest of botw and kill ganon like seven times and woah :0 who would have guessed---aoc comes rolling along. and the trailers have mipha!

and i love aoc and it just fuels my love for botw even more. so now i've completed all of the shrines and am working through the korok seeds =w=

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as for other fandoms i'm in i'm a little active in the dunmeshi fandom, same with pjo and nier but it's really mostly just loz stuff atp because there's no way i'm letting mipha go after sixish years and her changing my brain chemistry ♡

i'd love to be more active in all fandoms but believe it or not i can be pretty shy + don't have much time on my hands ;w;U

my dream is for my original story to get its own fandom once it's up hehe ♡

[apictureofelizabethdarcy]

Y'all. I might be a little emotional tonight due to the overlap of post-period blues and being very very sick, but like... I am so excited for this new wave of PJO love. Because those books meant and continue to mean so damn much to me.

When I was 10 years old, I my dad bought the boxed set of the first four for me from a Scholastic book order. The last Olympian hadn't come out yet - it came out a month later. My dad chose it for me because it had Greek mythology, and I was going through a mythology phase at the time. I didn't know what he ordered, because he filled out the forms and sealed the envelope after my brother and I went to bed, and I took them to school the next day like a dutiful kid. When they came in, I had no idea what to expect, but I ended up devouring them. Because they made me feel seen in a way I never had before.

TW: adults not being assholes about neurodiversity, brief mentions of sexual harrassment and bullying, brief vague mention of self-harm, death of a loved one

You need to understand that at this time, I was your stereotypical "gifted" kid - undiagnosed dyslexic autistic with OCD and ADHD comorbidities. We lived in a super tiny rural town (like 16 people in my graduating class tiny) with very limited internet access (I had dial-up until I was 13) and virtually no support for my needs even if I had been diagnosed. The first time I had a meltdown from sensory overload, I couldn't stop crying and went catatonic - rather than being comforting, my teacher grabbed me by the shoulders and condescendingly asked if I'd "gone off my meds or something" and told me to pull it together. I also hit puberty super early, and was being sexually harrassed daily because of it, and nobody did anything about it. Not my teachers, not the principal, no one. When I told my parents, I was accused of being "melodramatic" and "overreacting." I learned pretty early that adults couldn't be trusted.

And then came Percy Jackson. And for the first time, I had a character like me - a nerd who played trading card games, who loved being in the water, who had ADHD and dyslexia. Who talked back and defended himself against the adults who talked down to him. And the whole story was about not being like your parents, about fighting for a better and more just world. A character who was powerful and funny and tough and whose disabilities were a part of his super power, not something to be overcome. And I fell in love with the series as a whole.

Like head over heels in love. It was embarrassing, actually. When I would lie awake at night, I would pretend that my parents weren't my real parents and that I was actually a child of Hermes who hadn't been claimed. I became obsessed with Ethan Nakamura - or at least, the self-indulgent, angst-and-lore fuelled fic version of him I created in my head. I started writing my diary entries pretending that I was Nico di Angelo. One of my first eer fanfics was just Clarisse and Percy talking and bonding over having shitty families, and her apologizing. It was VERY important to me that Clarisse be forgiveable back then. I sought out PerNico fanart when I was at the local library after school, and tried to create my own myth-o-magic cards but gave up when I couldn't figure out how to draw a manticore.

And then House of Hades came out two months before I turned 14. I borrowed my friend Axel's copy because I couldn't afford it, and oh boy did that hit me. I was going through a religious phase at the time but I was also coming into my bisexuality, and that caused a major personal crisis. So the scene with Cupid hit me really, really hard in a not good way. I remember sitting in my living room with my parents and brother while they watched Big Bang Theory, and I had to close the book and go to my room. I couldn't read for three days after that. But it also solidified my obsession with these books. 😅 A lot of other bad shit happened that year, to the point I started self-harming, and the PJO fandom provided comfort and community and distraction.

I spent the summer between eighth and ninth grade writing cringey Solangelo fic in which Will was a chronically barefoot Texas boy who got his first kiss playing truth or dare with Charlie Beckendorf. He liked Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift, and they had their first dance to "Thinking Out Loud" while Lee played guitar by the fire. I set the wallpaper of my first ever cell phone to Nico fanart that I had to photograph because I didn't have internet access to download it. I played Paola Bennet's "Soldatino" on loop when I was having a bad day and pulled multiple all-nighters on my worst nights drawing PJO fanart.

Sword of Summer released my freshman year of high school. I borrowed a copy from an older boy I was hanging out with - I think his name was Michael? our friendship didn't last, but I'm grateful anway, because that book did. I had only been identifying as gender fluid for 9 months when that book came out, and my coming out was far from ideal. Meeting Alex was the coolest thing that could have happened to me. AND (s)he helped me to bond with my niece, who was 12 years old and already so much more aware than I had been at her age. I called her Magnus and she called me Alex - until we got the point in the book where they started dating.

And the summer after high school was super traumatic. I spent my summer helping my grandfather take care of my grandmother while on home hospice. It was emotionally draining, because this woman had as big a hand in raising me as my mother, but as the end got closer, she got mean and then violent. I was watching her die in slow motion, and it fucked me up big time. But during our moments of quiet, when she would be asleep and my grandfather was out in the garden, I would read Trials of Apollo, and even though those books hurt so deeply, it helped break me out of my numbness, and provided some great laughs along the way.

And when I got to college, the Riordanverse was one of the first things that helped me bond with the people who would become some of my best friends! I'll never forget sitting at the Rachel Carson dining room debating the phylogeny of sandwiches and discussing Red Pyramid with Sage and Kailtyn. I even tried (unsuccessfully) to make us Camp Halfblood T-shirts for candlenights one year. 😅

I know there are parts of the books that are problematic. But I also love this fandom so, so much, and I am so glad that it was able to touch so many of us. I still lay awake dreaming of Camp Halfblood. Of capture the flag and the rock wall of death, of blue coca cola and jelly beans. I buy blue Takis whenever I see them because they remind me of Percy. I can't drive past our local dam without snickering over the "dam snackbar." I know how much this series meant to my little queer neurodivergent heart, and I am really excited for the younger generation who may be discovering this world for the first time.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

“have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it.”

for aegon, obviously 🥹🥹🥹 i’m just obsessed with this man. i just want him to talk her through it ksjshs

Aegon ii SMUT Prompt #2

pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!fem!Reader

warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, p in v sex, size kink (?), swearing, NSFW.

a/n - apologies I was slowly starting to doze off writing this, so forgive me if there are mistakes, I will come back to them to edit!

smut prompts - for Aegon ii | Aemond

Upon hearing of your haste betrothal to Prince Aegon, the Second of his Name, you were fuelled with twisted emotions of both excitement and fear. Many ladies and men of the court had much to say about your husband to be, the good, the bad and the ugly, especially the young maidens…

“The Prince is known for his peculiar tastes and insatiable drive to fuck.”

“He’ll fuck anyone that has a nice pair of tits or an eager cunt...Or both, if he pleases.”

“Apparently so, the Prince’s cock is said to be twice as thick as that of an average man…”

Nonetheless, all the ceaseless babbling and ramblings of your betrothed sent your mind into a frenzy. Right up until the last minute, you were desperately trying to milk every fine detail of Aegon and his sexual proclivities, from the young maidens of court. Anticipating the truth…

The wedding a success, not a single flaw or adversity faced. The plans and effort that went into the royal wedding went accordingly, almost as if it was destined to be… You’d spoken to Aegon briefly in fleeting moments where you found yourselves immersed in each other’s company, and much to your surprise [and relief], he seemed rather withdrawn and reserved. Still polite, he openly would refer to you as his “wife”, held your hand without hesitation and even went so far as to initiate kisses. All publicly of course, for since the day has began, you’d both been the centre of attention. That was until the night of consummation was upon you.

Aegon decreed that no witnesses be present during the act itself, it seemed he did not think an audience necessary, and many entrusted that he would certainly get the job done. This only worried you once more, until your maidens that had prepped you for the night would reassure you otherwise.

Regardless, the moment Aegon had stepped in following you from the celebratory feast, confidence mindlessly oozing from his stride, his fave remained stoic and yet his eyes lusting over the sheer material that draped and cloaked your body.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he could just feel the nerves palpating from your body. After all, you were a maiden as expected… However, he did not seem phased by the night at all, nor that he was hesitant in stripping himself naked just before hist waist [keeping his pantaloons on, yet undone], and ripping apart your nightly gown.

You could make out a fairly large bulge beneath the restricting material of his pants between his thighs. The shape and the mould of it, recognisable, it looked painfully big and dense.

As if he’d caught you in the act of perving at his hardened cock, a smirk brewed across his handsome face, as he teasingly questioned, “Like what you see?”

[Indeed you did]

No words could fathom in your mind, nor could your mouth coordinate to speak. Instead, you exchanged a shy, meek nod of your head, as he gently laid you down on the smooth, silk linen sprawled across the plush bed.

“Such a good girl for me. My pretty wife, already so obedient for me. Seven Hells, have the Gods blessed me abundantly with you.”

Pulling his pants down low enough, his thick, solid cock plunges out, bursting with excitement at the sheer thought of fucking you. Hard undoubtedly, as he presses it down against the low, soft pit of your stomach, oozing pre-cum at its throbbing tip, as he gently polishes it over your skin, now glistening in the dim light.

Although, sparing a few seconds to gaze upon his cock, you notice just how thick and girthy it is. Your body and heart aches for it to be thrusted and shoved inside of you, a dull ache brewing intently in your sweet spot between your thighs. However, your mind pondered over the great certainty that this will hurt, and the pain would be agonising, and it seemed your face did not mask the fear well enough…

“Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it.”

Caressing your tender, worrisome face with his rough hand, gliding a misplaced strand of hair away from your face, a wave of reassurance washed over. And again, you nod graciously to his words. Seeing how tender and effortless Aegon was at making you feel this way, you felt the urge to sate him, to please him, to fulfill the duty as his wife, as best as possible.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. You need to make room for me- That’s it baby, such a good fucking girl- Take a few deep breaths for me, just relax-”

Within a few short seconds, the wet tip that was just teasingly stroking over the entrance of your folds, find it’s sharp way piercing through, stretching your tight, tight walls beyond relief for a few, solid minutes. You could feel his cock, hitting at your cervix, igniting a lightning bolt to coarse rapidly throughout the fibres of your entire being.

The moan that escaped Aegon’s mouth was one of pleasure, whereas yours was shriek of pain, yet you craved for more. Feeling himself burying his hard, thick cock deeper between your stretched out walls, his thrusts pacing slow and steady as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck that feels so, so good. This pretty, little cunt was made just for me baby- I’m going to ruin you bit by bit.”

The breathing became more dense and heavy, slowly syncing with one another, the sweat beginning to emit from your skin. Bare bodies colliding rhythmically with each other, you felt your insides burning with discomfort and lust.

“Buck your hips forward baby, like this-”

Swiftly, as he steadied himself on his knees, his hands firmly gripped your waist, mindlessly manhandling you as he repositioned your hips, presumably teaching you for next time.

“Ughhh- That’s it, baby- Stay like this for me- Now moan for your husband, say my fucking name for the realm to hear… Let them know exactly who you belong to now and for eternity.”