#there's a lack of content of them. and i love them dearly so here you go

[blighted-lights]

I feel like your approach to criticizing a certain fandom was the wrong way of doing it. Don't get me wrong, you are a hundred percent right about the lack of representation for certain characters. But you had to have known that you would've gotten backlash for insinuating that the only reason that content is being made is because people are... misogynistic? The characters are well-written; that's why they get attention. The women are also well-written, you're right! But instead of getting mad at the people who enjoy specific characters, you could contribute to what you want to see in the fandom. Make fanfiction, make art, talk about your favorite ships, talk about your favorite characters, talk about the head-canons you have for them, connect with other fans of those characters, make AUs with them, make the fandom you want to see! But I don't know what you were expecting when you come out and say in the tags "you must be misogynists for liking these characters and you must be awful people for playing around with AUs" even though every fandom on this website does that. That was hostile and was only going to get a hostile response in return especially when you specifically put it in the tags for fans of those characters to see. Because it reads as you insinuating that fans of these characters existing is why you don't get any representation of your favorite characters. Or, alternatively, that everyone only likes certain characters because they're misogynists who hate women characters. People make content of them because they like them and because they want to make content of them.

Want more content of the things you want to see? Pay or support the artists and writers who make that content or start making it yourself. Its not helpful to complain that some characters get more attention than others but then make no attempt to contribute to it in any meaningful way. You cannot just get mad at people for liking characters and expect the fandom to magically decide its going to give you the content you want.

This is a long-winded way of saying you are correct in that the fandom seems to hyper-focus on some characters over others. But the way you approached that discussion was combative, hostile, and unhelpful, and you're not going to motivate a community into making content by being passive-aggressive to the people making the content they want to make. Be the change you want to see in the fandom, or support the artists and writers who make the content you want to see.

Its like... You can't complain your garden isn't growing if you're not watering it and not adding seeds, and instead are blaming everyone else for having plants in their gardens that you don't like.

anon i dont know how to tell you this but if you felt the need to write a five-paragraph essay talking about how i need to be nicer to other people when i am pointing out misogyny in a fandom space then, well... actually, i dont know what to tell you other than the fact that i was trying to be aggressive and im not going to be civil about misogyny. my post wasn't made in the hopes of getting people to make more content of the women in borderlands because that would never in ten fucking million years work. it was not a constructive post. you are assuming i have some sort of goodwill about this and i don't. i wanted to be an asshole because, surprise, i am an asshole. funny how that works.

you are also pulling so much of this out of nowhere and putting so many words in my mouth that i dont even know where to begin with it?? i mean this in the kindest way possible nonnie but. this is a wild response to make when all i said was essentially "wow it sure is weird that the majority of content made for bl is focused on only three men when there's a full cast of amazing women to look at" and then "its also weird that people are making aus to erase the canon abuse and exploitation of a CHILD in order to make jack a good father". but thanks for the essay, nonnie. i guess.

[somerandompizzatowersideblog]

I'm cringe but i'm free

[sonarspace]

deception, nanami

content: mdni. angst. soft sex. breeding kink (? kinda) wc: 1.1k a/n: trying to get out of my writing slump but it’s bad! so here’s this…

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nanami’s laying in your arms when he gets a call from ijichi telling him he needs to be at shibuya in an hour. and instantly you’re being filled with dread. “don’t leave,” you tell him as soon as he hangs up the phone.

but he’s already buttoning up his shirt. you huff a frustrated breath and follow him to the bathroom where he fixes his blonde locks.

“don’t go, please” you try again your voice breaking. his eyes meet yours through the mirror. your lips wobble as a tear escapes the corner of your eye. he turns around his eyes creased in worry. “darling, what’s wrong?” his voice’s sweet and soft dripping honey with every word he speaks.

“i’m scared,” you voice your worries into his chest – wetting his blue shirt with your salty tears. he tilts your face to meet his eyes. you’re quietly sobbing now – eyes red and nose turning a shade darker.

“don’t leave me,” your melancholic voice tugs at his heart. he can’t leave them when they need him the most. “i have to, it’s urgent.” he just says in return. it was hurting him to see you like this. be away from you in this state.

“no, ken, please” you drag out the word. his lips match your downturned lips. he hated not doing what you asked of him but this was different. he had people relying on him – the higher ups, his colleagues, the students, the first years…

he drops his head to yours in defeat. his fingers brush away the tears streaking your cheeks. “take me with you,” you request. “you’re pregnant,” he retorts. “so what, i can protect us,” you argue back. your technique similar to gojo’s, allows you to create an invisible barrier. the only difference was, you could include other people.

“i’m not even sure what’s happening there but i don’t wanna risk your safety.” he says placing his hand on your bump. he feels a light kick against his hand and smiles. “it’ll make you use too much cursed energy, there are too many people there,” he adds. “ken,” you’re about to say but you feel another kick – harder this time. as if telling you to listen to him.

he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. a part of him hurts as he lies “i’ll come back”.

“i love you kid,” he whispers as he places a kiss against your stomach. “i love you,” he tells you. holding your face firmly and placing a kiss against your lips — once, twice, and finally a third time. “i’m going to marry you when i get back,” he murmurs against your lips eliciting a teary laugh from your lips.

“promise,” you ask. “promise”. he vows.

but he doesn’t come back that night. or the night after. and you know it was normal for him to take a day or two for missions but the lack of texts and calls has you crying into his pillow. a text chimes from other side of the room. you get up and move quickly — shoko’s name on your screen. you feel like your heart going to jump out of your throat. this can’t be good.

shoko: i’m so sorry.

and you don’t need to read more cause your worst fear has come true. the phone slips out of your hand and hits the floor with a loud clack. you follow as your knees buckle and a weeping “no” erupts your throat.

you gasp for air through your cries. a set of arms pulls you into a hug. “i’m here, i’m here,” he whispers into your hair. “baby, i’m here.” he says again – louder this time. you calm down slightly pulling away from the embrace to see the face of the man you love so dearly.

“kento,” your voice cracks. a hand reaching up to touch his face. was he real? you feel his freshly trimmed hair prick your fingertips as your trace his face freely. his pink lips that kiss you and mark you like a canvas, his slender nose that nudges against yours playfully, & his brown eyes that never failed to take your breath away. “kento,” you say once again.

“yes, baby.” his eyes twinkle with love for you. “are you real,” you ask hazy from sleep. “i’m real,” he lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “you had another nightmare,” he cups your face and wipes away dried tears from your cheeks.

“i’m here. i’m okay. you’re okay. we’re okay.” he confirms. you sigh against his hand. his cold ring presses against your cheek and you’re reminded you’re married — have been married for a year.

you lay your head on his chest and he rubs your back comfortingly. “i was pregnant in my dream and you weren’t there”. he huffs in return. “and that’s why it’s just a dream. i’d never leave you. much less when you’re pregnant.” you smile into his chest.

“i want a baby,” you say. his body rumbles under yours with joyous laughter. “yeah?” he asks with a grin – his thumb under your chin pulling your face up to face him. “yeah,” you kiss him.

he kisses you back. his hand moves down to your neck – rubbing over your quickening pulse. you pull back and let his oversized button up fall off your shoulders. the slightly opened windows lets in a gentle breeze and hugs your body. the night sky is filled with moving pink clouds.

the sound of salty waves from outside, along with nanami’s gasping moan fills your ears as you lower yourself onto him. “ahhh,” your plushy walls are snug around his cock, making it hard for him to form a coherent thought.

before you can move too much, he flips you over. as much as he loved seeing you on top of him, he loved having you underneath him even more. loved seeing the way your eyes rolled back as he thrusts into you. the way your lips parted in moans and whines of his name.

“ken,” you whimper. he drops his head into your neck. kissing and biting at your soft skin. lolling out his tongue to soothe a bite. you wrap your arms around him. your nails dig into his back as he picks up the pace. the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter at the way his cock pushes against that sweet spot in you – turning your brain to mush and leaving your sentences incomplete.

your legs shake around his waist as you cum with a loud cry of his name. “you sure you want me to fill you up” he asks as you calm down from your orgasm. “filthy girl,” he teases when you nod with his fingers occupying your mouth. a muffled yes is all he needs to dump ropes and ropes of his seed deep into you. he pulls out his fingers from your mouth and replaces it with his tongue.

“we’re gonna make a baby,” he groans happily into your mouth.

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a/n: comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated!

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[marimoscorner]

Consumerism & Witchcraft

Written by Marimo (he/they)🌿

I’ve seen a turn for the better in some witchy spaces regarding consumerism in the past few years, but overall it still tends to be an issue for us as a community. I’ve decided to try and breakdown the pitfalls I’ve noticed in my own journey, in the hopes that it will inspire and assist others. I’ve also provided alternatives and ideas on how to make small changes in our practice to help us better protect the Earth, stick it to the failing system and still acquire our bits and bobs we love so dearly.

As always, I am no authority on any subject nor am I perfect—but we’re all learning as we go, so let’s dive right in 🌿

A Preface

There are some things that should be made entirely clear before we begin:

You are not a bad person for wanting an aesthetic

You are not a bad person for unknowingly falling into pitfalls. Only if you continue to purposefully do so after knowing better

You are not a bad person for consuming content/objects or for not always making the most sustainable decisions. At the end of the day, we can only control our small part of environmental impact, while the rest is left up to the major corporations that make more pollution than any of us ever will

You are only human. Show yourself some grace and understanding that the internet so lacks.

My Experience in Consumerist Hell

I have fallen victim many times to consumerism in witchcraft. Starting my journey at the ripe age of about ten years old and heavily in the broom closet, I was quickly drawn in by the shiny rocks, the brand new candles and scents, the promise of new tarot decks and pendulums and other fancy, shiny new equipment. I was consuming an online aesthetic along with my ideals, and it distracted me from starting my journey by learning well.

I began to spend my birthday and holiday money on the aesthetic of things. While, granted, I still did buy a few literary resources now and again from my local secondhand bookstore—I was stubbornly ignoring the sage advice to learn and understand first before diving in headfirst.

I purchased statues, crystals, too many tarot decks to use. I purchased osteomancy bones I later returned to the earth, for I had not done enough research to know that that animal was mine to practice with. I had a tankard full of incense sticks, and even a growing pile of books that would not be read. While I liked to consider myself crafty with my homemade Maypole and various hand-bound Grimoires, something was becoming apparent: this was all a distraction.

The aesthetic I was partaking in was providing me with a false sense of progress and practicality.

When I’d go to do a tarot reading, I’d become far too overwhelmed with choosing a deck to read in the first place. When making an offering to a deity, I’d feel pressured to also bolster the altars of all the other deities I’d set up, and with my wide pool, the connections felt muddy. Often times I’d be off-put on a project or spell because I knew I needed to film it and it needed to look nice.

In the long term, I don’t have many of these items today. I’ve sold and donated a vast breadth of them. Feeling overwhelmed costed me a few years retreat from my craft to recuperate. However, what has stuck with me is the knowledge I picked up along the way.

So, What’s the Issue? TL;DR

I’ve noticed a few issues here in making these mistakes myself.

Consumerism absolutely distracts you from learning and your craft

Overconsumption leads to environmental damage. If everyone hoarded supplies, there would not be enough to go around. And with what gets thrown away every year…it paints an ugly wound on the Earth

We damage our learning abilities by not allowing ourselves to be anything less than perfect

The need for aesthetic creates barriers to entry within the community and creates a divide of haves and have-nots

You won’t be able to truly follow your individual path if you are only consuming and not creating for yourself

Consumerist culture promotes appropriation. Metaphysical stores carry items from closed practices (such as white sage and palo santo, or coyote bones) because someone is buying them. Don’t be that person, and find alternatives relating to your own culture instead

Consumerism can influence your spiritual decisions based upon monetary inclinations (where some may sacrifice a quality ingredient over a higher quantity of a lower quality ingredient)

So, what can we do?

Firstly, I want to clarify that I am not against collecting, nor am I against maximalism or the beautiful visual aesthetic we carry as a community.

I am an artist a very visual person and understand the longing for a beautiful home and workspace. However, this aesthetic shouldn’t come at the cost of irresponsibly harming the Earth or another community.

Thus, I’ve compiled a list of small things that I will be incorporating into my practice to make it more mindful and sustainable. I hope that you’ll join me in a few of them.

Minimize Supplies. While I used to have a huge selection of stationary for my Grimoire, I now limit myself to a simple pencil and watercolor set if I’m feeling artistic. This helps me actually use my Grimoire for study, rather than to keep perfect. It’s also friendlier on my wallet!

Thrift Supplies. There are plenty of perfectly good items that get donated daily. You can get high-quality candles and holders, old crystal bowls for altar offerings, spare crafting supplies, fabric for alter cloths and even clothing if you so wish—all for a fraction of the cost new and while saving the planet just a little bit more. Hell, you can sometimes even find good silver!

Share Supplies with your Community. You can create a sort of barter system with other witches in your area. Perhaps you create a sigil for them, and they provide you with a candle spell. Play to your strengths and grow together!

Look for Creative Outlets. Do you really need to go buy an altar statue that’s been mass-produced? Or can you give your deity the personal gift of a drawing, painting or even hand-modeled or hand-carved rendition? This will also deepen your connection to your craft and your magic, and make it more meaningful and stronger. If you really like something, though, go for it!

If you aren’t the artistic sort, consider supporting an artist before going to a large company. While I haven’t purchased from them myself, Blagowood on Etsy has beautiful deity statues carved from wood by their small team in Ukraine for a comparable cost to the standard mass produced metal statues. I consider this extra labor of love going into these pieces and those of similar small companies to be much better energy for my practice. I myself may put out some art prints and other handmade supplies in the future, but I will likely spread them around my community first.

Try Secondhand Books. While not available in every area and further still not as available for witchcraft and occult books, you may strike luck! Not only are secondhand books less expensive, but you’ll be supporting a local business. That’s not to say you can’t buy firsthand books, but some searching around may be beneficial to the earth and to your wallet in the long run.

Be mindful of where you source supplies and decor. If you are a fan of taxidermy decor, make sure that you source cruelty free. Bats can practically never be sourced without cruelty, so if a shop carries them, I’d be mindful of their other specimens. The same goes for if a shop decides to forgo a culture’s wishes and carry supplies sacred to them, such as white sage or dreamcatchers. Supporting folks who turn a profit off of others’ suffering is not something many would wish to include energetically in their craft.

Search the Wild for Tools. Find sticks, flowers and other plants out in the forest. Learn how to rockhound in your area for crystals. Your craft will be more powerful the more connected it is to the land you are surrounded by. Be sure to reference guides for safety and legality!

Get Creative with Purposes. If you are having difficulty finding exactly what you need by thrifting or searching, make another tool multipurpose if it would do the job good enough. Find supplies that are easy to source and work as substitutes for other ingredients (ex. Quartz as a stand in for other stones)

Spend more time Doing. Go out into the woods (safely) and advance your connection to the earth instead of worrying over the perfect item for your collection. Your craft will benefit

At the end of the day, all of this is your decision. Take what you like, and leave what you don’t. Even if we don’t agree, I thank you for your time and open mind. I will continue updating about how I incorporate these steps, and I will also hopefully post more on witchy crafting in the future.

I wish you well, and hope you’ll decide to follow along on our journey!

[simp-ly-writes]

Office Love (pt.1)

What if Vox had an assistant that soon became more than that?

Pairing: Vox x assistant!Reader

Warnings: some suggestive content near the end and canon-typical language.

A/N: something different to what I usually write- hope you enjoy!

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist (PT.2) (PT.3)

↳ When the application advertisement first flashed against your social media feed- you clicked past it very quickly before one of your friends was ushering you to apply. They had been working with the V's for a number of years now and produced a plethora a fan-favorite shows

↳ When you application got accepted and you were being thrown into a suit for the interview, you were all the more thankful when the overlord themselves were not hosting yet the managers were. A more than few warning here and there- but that was with every job you worked in hell. You didn't work hard enough, you were better off dead- simply put.

↳ You did not often see your boss in person after signing the contract with him day one. Only emailing him his schedule that was often cancelled mid-way through the day and you were running out of excuses for his clients

↳ Velvette and Valentino were often more intimidating that Vox. You had gotten used to his tantrums, PR nightmares, and televised cancellations that were often fixed with a light bit of hypnotization that you could only roll your eyes at before going back to your emails

↳ You would memorize his every need, knowing his favorite meals and coffee preferences, when he needed to recharge and even how to text exactly like him. You kept track of every social media handle that held his name, growing his followers while riffing on Alastor- an action that Vox dearly appreciated

↳ As time would progress, you would become too good at your job. So much so that his other six assistants had all gotten fired for lack of polish as Vox excused it. Clinking his coffee mug to yours sat at your desk. He hardly used his own office these days, often taking calls at your computer as you sat on your desk- off to the side as you rearranged his schedule once again

↳ You were starting to become his shadow and he always noticed when you were gone for a minute too long. He liked the reassurance your presence brought him- he enjoyed knowing that you would always know what to say in order to benefit the company and find ways for him not to interaction with people he disliked

↳ Velvette and Valentino noticed this as well- how close you had gotten to their business partner without a second thought. Sometimes you would even show up in replacement for Vox when one of their branches had gone down once again and often times they wished it was you that addressed the problem rather than the man himself

↳ When a reality show comes out, highlighting the lives of overlords all over the city including the three V's (mostly them though for PR that they desperately needed and had made multiple comments on). It did numbers and your friend from earlier could not have been happier getting that promotion to head producer of the show

↳ You soon became a fan favorite for your witty comebacks at the TV head as he wold only smile in return- liking that you had the heart to knock him down a few pegs. The fans would stalk everyones social media profiles, liking each image that had you just cropped out of it

↳ Vox had insisted that you were not to be seen in any of the media production- something about no wanting to corrupt your mind as well. You could only shake your head at this information- all you ever did was stare at screens all day, this comment made Vox's box go pink as his speech buffered. Taking a second to rethink your wording, your cheeks had appeared red while the cameras rolled and money starting pouring in

↳ The fans demanded more attention put towards you, screaming at you from behind the barricades as you walked the corporate building each morning. "CAN I GET A PICTURE WITH YOU," "I SHIP IT," "WORK FOR ME INSTEAD." They started to shove one another over, trying to get your attention as your feet picked up pace

↳ Vox had made his way through the wires and various security cameras settled around the neighbourhood. He wrapped an arm around your waist, ensuring that when the barricade fell and you were swarmed that you would not be dragged away with the crowd

↳ You voiced your thanks once safely in the building as Vox announced a surprise for your recent good work- this was their most profitable quarter yet and you would have Velvette tailored work to wear each day. Picking up the various blue suits you eyed them suspiciously to those of your boss. Vox only shrugged his shoulders before taking a call

↳ The dating allegation grew every week as blushed heavily at the headlines, Vox who now was only found in your office asked what was making you have such a reaction, even when he was in the middle of a meeting. You quickly hid your screen as he could only chuckle, sparking it back to life and projecting it on the monitor

↳ "Oh, so THIS is what has you all red- me is it?" Vox states with pride, leaning over the table and into your personal space as your blush only grows down your neck. You take a sip of your now cold coffee, hiding a wince as you get back on track with answering Valentino back

↳ When you arrive the next morning, dead flowers are found on your desk that make you chuckle, you read the note with a smile before handing the TV man his coffee for the morning, your chairs right beside one another as you work in tandum

↳ Years into your work now, you barley find yourself going home, choosing to stick for the V's movie nights together that they insist on you being present for alongside finding it easier to let Vox know of scheduling changes last minute from within your shared apaprtment

↳ After much demand, you and Vox have a one on one livestream interview for the public within your apartment, you both make small touches to one another, fixing his tie, he holds your knee, rubbing circles with his thumb- the fans are losing their shit as the other to V's sit back and rake in the cash

↳ A question about your work ethic and sex-worker allegation gets read out by Velvette that has Vox glitching out with rage as you pull on the back of his jacket, urging him to calm down as you loop your arm in his, leaning into his side, "run that by me one more time, Velvette," Vox states with a twitch as you blink your eyes towards her- pleading that she does not.

↳ After a particularly good corporate event, you find yourself in Vox's bed as he urges you not to leave, his voice is merely murmurs in your ear as you do not have the heart to roll away from. Soon these off hand-nights become a more common occurrence that as Valentino the slitest bit jealous at first, but when he surprises you in the mornings with a new package that got sent to the wrong apartment, he cannot help put wink at seeing the marks on your skin

↳ You and Vox never made anything official, you were still his assistant of course- his assistant that he would always have a hand on a bit too low for public attention. A worker who was NOT allowed to be asked on a date by someone else. And the person he jumped to protect against the smallest threat but against your name

(PT.2) (PT.3)

↳ Taglist: @jtcat305 @amarokofficial

[colourstreakgryffin]

so glad you're back doing requests!! ilysm hope you're all good now!! 🥺🥺

on that note, there's been a serious lack of haganezuka content in general and I'm appalled by this man's underratedness

can I request for haganezuka and an arranged marriage s/o? like the chief set them up and haganezuka is like dammit why tf do I gotta marry a rando but then slowly falls for his partner

tsundere to simp haganezuka is the best i will die on this hill

Aaah! I have only done one for Haganezuka so I’ll do it again. He is big Tsundere and he’ll keep being a Tsundere! Thank you dearly for such a creative and original concept! Have a wonderful day, darling!

Hotaru Haganezuka- Nothing or Everything

In the moment, Hotaru was so annoyed and so uninterested that he could barely look at his Chief in the eyes as he announced the arranged marriage to be official. Married off to some stranger for further finance and protection to the Swordsmith Village. This village is the most closed-off, hidden thing in Japan, why does it need more security?!

Hotaru just grimed and bared through the painful vows that meant nothing to him and had to deal with the fact his supposed spouse is now coming home with him

Hotaru, right off the bat, established to you that you’re not sleeping in the same bedroom as him, you’re not touching any of his belongings and you mean little to him. That this marriage means nothing to him but it’s more of a requirement he is forced to follow. He is the most prickly, unapproachable swordsmith in this entire population, there is no way to get him to like you… so, he suspected this would be the end of it. He’d ignore his legally-assigned spouse and continue on with his beloved work

But… clearly. Fate has decided that Hotaru isn’t going to be alone anymore

Throughout the months after the wedding and you moving into his home, Hotaru had been quiet, harsh, uncaring, uninterested and ignoring you in favour of doting his time, energy and passion into the one thing he loves; swordmaking. However, he has begin to notice you more. The way you make him lunch, the way you patch up his wound after fighting stubbornly with him, the way you clean his home, respect his privacy, give him space… maybe you’re not that bad

Hotaru is a man of pure, raw pride so he simply refused to admit the fact he was slowly but surely falling in love with you, his arranged spouse. He couldn’t admit the fact you made his heart jump up and down, and his head spin. The fact everything you do for him is no longer thought as annoying or sucking up to him but is appreciated internally and acknowledged

Of course, Hotaru will just keep up his now fake disliking and tsundere nature since he’s too closed off and of his own ego to let you know you’ve won him over and now, he likes to admire you from behind his mask. You’re so pretty, so considerate, so ambitious and determined. He loves those type of traits in people, the good ones with an iron will and sly sharp senses. He likes the way you run and he does appreciate it when you actually take time out of your day to deal with him

Hotaru, over more and more time spent with you. Almost a year now, can’t help but soften up. Go from ignoring and snarling to looking right at you and nodding. Acknowledging and listening. Everybody in the village thought it was completely impossible to ring out anything kind and positive from Haganezuka himself but here he is, actually simping for you behind your back

Writing your name in his swordsmithing tools, seeing your reflection through the water cooled shiny silver-like metal of a freshly formed Nichirin Katana, hearing your voice when he is walking back from his swordsmithing hut to his cottage. You corrupt his head 24/7 and he is inbetween being annoyed over it and loving it. To think, he couldn’t stand the fact you were even breathing in the air of his home, now, he wants you around him all the time but he is too protective to let you be around dangerous equipment like his own

Hotaru is getting there over time. He is coming to you and even offering you little gifts whilst looking away and gruffing up. Immediately proclaiming, with image-saving formed anger, that what he has done for you has nothing to do with his own feelings and is just a requirement to make you happy for the Village’s sake. He’s right… gift-giving and love-giving is a requirement, but a requirement his own heart is pushing him to do. Because he’s in love and enamoured with you as a whole

Now. Hotaru wants you to come to his bedroom, act more like your husband and he’s trying to fulfil all those duties he should have when he was wedded to you, how could he be so foolish and blind to the fact you’re perfect? He is quite emotionless, harsh and work-obsessed but he is much more doting and caring than he looks and behaves as

“H-Hey… dummy, can you read that novel outloud? I haven’t read it before and since you’re reading it, why not just read it outloud for both of us so— O-oh, shut up! I don’t like you!”

[arlh0e]

Almost (sweet music)

Part: 2/? “I would do it again”

Part one here

Rating: Mature (smut at times but not rn)

Warnings: Hozier x fem!reader, angst, post-break up, sulking, long-distance, yearning, title from a Hozier lyric

Summary: You and Andrew have been broken up for a few months, you still talk regularly, but you’re beginning to understand why he thought that seperating for the duration of the tour was a good idea. You miss him dearly, but its comforting that he’ll be home soon and you’ll be able to spend time together when he comes home for the holidays.

You were so happy to be home, and after the day you had at work, all you really wanted to do was text Andrew and tell him about the idiots you work with, more specifically the fact that none of them wanted to do their job and so all of the extra work fell on you.

He hadn’t responded to the message you had sent him at lunch, so you assumed that he was busy doing an interview or a sound check before his show tonight.

He was understandably busy, but you still felt a pang of hurt at the fact that he wasn’t responding. You hadn’t heard his voice since the last time the band was staying in a hotel, which had been weeks ago. With all of the traveling, they had just been sleeping on the bus because they were never anywhere longer than a day.

You wondered how he felt about it. The utter lack of privacy on that bus had to be stressful, especially for someone like him, who enjoyed his time alone as much as he did.

Sit down on your bed and reach for your laptop, opening up youtube to check and see if there were any more interviews with him that had been posted.

You knew it was slightly obsessive that you had seen just about every interview that he had done since he left, but you really did miss him. Watching him talk about his music, if nothing else talking to someone else about it helped fill the void in your chest that had been left there by his lack of presence, even if just for an hour.

You imagined that this is how some of his fans acted with his content. Did they obsessively search for new interviews and consume every piece of media that he was a part of? You were sure they did, he was magnetic. His personality just drew you in, making you want impossibly more of him by the second. Maybe it was because of his kindness, or his passion, or maybe it was just because he was pretty, but you couldn’t blame the fans who you had seen sob at his concerts just from being so close to him.

You were pretty sure that you’d likely be in the same boat when he came to perform in Dublin. He had already promised you backstage access for all three shows because he knew how much you loved watching him perform.

If you were being honest, part of what you was kind of confused as to how this arrangement with Andrew was supposed to work. You knew that at least for the time being, you weren’t together, and yet, nothing about the fundamentals of your relationship with him had changed.

You were still painfully in love with him, as was he with you. You both still ached to be with each other and to talk as much as possible, he literally couldn’t wait until he got home and so he invited you to his shows so he could spend time with you before then.

It was incredibly frustrating. Having to go from being able to talk to him and see him whenever you wanted to wondering if it was appropriate to text or call was borderline infuriating even.

And every so often you couldn’t help the thought from passing through your mind that he could be sleeping with other people while he was on tour. With no official relationship status, he could do whatever he wanted. And you couldn’t even be mad about it, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to rip your hair out at the thought.

You hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask him about any of it, but most of your conversations had been about how you were doing at home. Or how Elwood was behaving for his parents. He never talked about how the tour was going or how he was feeling or what he was doing, and it was feeding into the idea that maybe he was doing so on purpose. Maybe this break up wasn’t for your benefit but so that he could do whatever (and whoever) he wanted while he was away without fear of consequences.

***

The Dublin shows really could not come soon enough. You really weren’t sure of when his flight was supposed to land, but you knew he had a 2 day gap between his last show and the next show in Dublin, so you were almost positive that he was already on his flight back.

You caught yourself quite frequently checking the house across the street to see if his car was in the driveway yet, or if a light was on.

You were practically buzzing with how excited you were to see him. It had been months, and just being in his presence again would be so refreshing for you.

You had decided to take a shower to get your mind off of things, or at least distract yourself from staring longingly at his house from your window.

The playlist you put on (titled “the hoziest”) was compiled of all of Andrew’s music in order of your favorites of his, though there wasn’t a single song of his that you disliked, songs like in a week and work song just made you so happy to listen to.

When you’re done in the shower, you take your time going through your night time routine, skincare, fancy pajamas, the works. Knowing that you’d be seeing Andrew soon had sent you on a spiral the last few days.

Which was ridiculous of course, seeing as how this man had literally seen you doubled over, puling your guts out with your face in a toilet from alcohol poisoning on multiple occasions (you tend to get carried away) but you still found yourself wanting to look your best for when he saw you again.

Once done, you pick your phone up off of the counter, turn your music off and walk back to your bedroom while scrolling through instagram, looking at things your friends had posted and watching reels, not bothering to look up from your phone as you made your way to your closet to hang your towels.

“You know, my offer to let you sing in the band still stands, we’d be performing in a week every night if it sounded like that.” You froze.

You knew who the voice belonged to, and you almost forgot a half second thought you were hallucinating.

Did you really miss him that badly that you were hearing his voice when he wasn’t really there?

You turned around to look in his direction. Andrew’s lanky frame was laying comfortably in your bed, his torso propped up against the bed frame, smiling at you.

You blinked once. Twice. You were sure that the confusion you felt was evident on your face, but you weren’t sure if he was actually there or if you were half asleep and imagining all this. You were almost certain that he’d disappear.

“Hey?”you offered up in confusion. You had come to the conclusion that he was actually here but you were still wondering why. And how. “I could’ve sworn I locked the door, how did you get in here?”

“Hi, I missed you too.” He laughs. The sound is quite refreshing after all this time, soft melody that graced every inch of your being. “It was, I tried knocking but you didn’t answer and I still have a key if thats alright.”

Thinking back on it, you never had asked for the spare key you had given him back. And knowing him, this was all quite fitting of a homecoming surprise. You looked over to the bedside table, a bouquet of your favorite flowers was there, sitting in a glass vase of yours, a vase that wasn’t there before. Your heart melted at the thought.

Though it didn’t make up for everything that had happened or how lonely you had felt without him here, you were glad to see that he was at least trying.

“Hmm, I dont know, I do seem to remember a promise of groveling for my forgiveness when you got home.” You raise an eyebrow at him with a smile and a small laugh, while you cross your arms over your chest and lean against the doorframe of your closet.

“And here I thought I’d be able to get out of it.” He smiles and stands to make his way over to you. His hands snake their way around your waist, resting firmly at the small of your back while he looks down at you. “I missed you terribly, my love.”

You just continue with your sly smirk, cocking your head while looking up at him, silently telling him that this was not the agreement in full. He laughs in return and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. “Im so sorry, darling.” He plants a kiss on the bit of exposed skin below your shirt. “Won’t you forgive me?”

Your hands move to tangle in his hair, lightly tugging him away from your mid drift, moving his face so that his eyes come in contact with yours while you smile down at him.

“Sweet boy, you’re going to have to try much harder than that.”

Smut in the next chapter! consider yourself warned!!!!!

[elliewlums]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 [𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧]

pairing: aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader

summary: aemond lets you sleep off a hangover

content warnings: yes this is fluffy. yes i know this man is not canonically kind. i don’t care. it was fun to write. legit just reader sleeping in aemond’s arms. if this does well i will write smut 4 him soon (request it pls😡)

i was lacking inspiration so i picked a prompt that resonated with me from this list by @rosewritingprompts; letting them sleep when they should be awake

you’re exhausted; your eyes are drooping, your vision blurred as you try your hardest to focus on the pages of the book in front of you. and just as your head begins to sway with fatigue, you feel a familiar hand tipping your chin upwards. aemond hums, piercing blue raking over your tired features. despite his stoic expression, you know better than to assume he’s displeased. in fact, he’s enamoured with you— enamoured despite your swollen eyes and hoarse voice, despite your mussed hair, your raging hangover.

“i did wonder what trouble you and my dear brother got yourselves into last night,” he chastises.

“perhaps not my brightest idea,” you rasp, relying on his grip to keep you upright when his hand moves up to cradle your cheek. he smiles, fondness softening his perpetually sharp features.

“no, perhaps not.” he agrees. you tug at the ends of your velvet sleeves uncomfortably; your body is numb from sitting in the wooden library chair, muscles stiff and seized tight additionally from your ridiculous drinking antics with aegon.

“come here.” he murmurs. “you need to rest.”

you shake your head fervently.

“i don’t have time. i’m tutoring luke today.”

“you have time,” he soothes, lithe arms snaking around your waist and coaxing you to stand. his breath is hot in your ear. “aegon is still in his chambers.” he snorts, somewhere between disapproving and amused. your responding giggle is quiet. you’re in good spirits despite your pounding migraine.

“can we go to the gardens?” you ask suddenly. aemond flushes hot with affection and nods, unable to deny you anything you desire.

“as long as you promise to sleep.”

“promise.”

“to the gardens, then,” he says, patient when you fumble for his hand and follow behind him, alarmingly akin to a lost puppy. only for you is he so placid.

you make a beeline for the towering oak tree you love so dearly and before you can sit, aemond does first; he presses his back against the bumps and ridges, settling you between his legs and murmuring lowly as your entire body softens against his own. you curl into his chest, tip your face up to nudge his jaw with the very end of your nose.

“will you wake me?”

“of course.”

“do you promise?” a blinding smile cracks his face in two at your trivial question, asked so seriously. you swat his chest lightly. “i’m not jesting! mother will have my head if i’m late.”

he relents. those doe eyes have him entirely lovestruck. “yes, i promise.”

“good.” he presses a firm kiss to the crown of your head and rubs up and down your clothed arms in huge, sweeping motions. you hum appreciatively.

it’s not long before your breaths even out and you go lax, soft with sleep. you sleep heavily and you’re difficult to rouse with your face buried in aemond’s clothes. you tend to sleep more heavily in his arms.

fortunately for him, he’s spared from the task of waking you when jace stumbles upon the pair of you. he immediately shouts something indecipherable into your ear and you startle, unhappy.

“jacaerys!”

“get up.” he gripes, stopped short from grabbing you by aemond’s protective arms around your squirming body.

and if looks could kill… well, you try to avoid the thought of aemond killing. you’re all aware of what he’s capable of, but dwelling on the fact that he has proven himself dangerous at times only serves to send you into bouts of panic. you know he’d never harm you, not even a little, and the danger is never directed towards you; you do, however, fear for your siblings.

“must you be so loud and unpleasant?” you ask pointedly. jace grins.

“i pride myself on being loud and unpleasant, sister.”

“i hate you.”

you stretch and reluctantly unfurl yourself from the warmth of aemond’s embrace. before standing, you press a tender kiss to his shoulder.

“i will see you later.” you say, though you frame the sentence similar to a question with the upward intonation of your speech.

“yes.” he affirms. “and no more drinking.”

“no,” you giggle. you don’t press for another kiss, aware of his boundaries surrounding public affection, but he does reach for your hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles before letting you go. once jace has bounded ahead, as is his way, you turn and blow him a kiss. he smiles lazily.

he thinks you ridiculous for your unbridled adoration towards him. you remain unaffected. he’s sullen but he’s not unfeeling, and you know how much he cares for you.

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #5 | 08.31.23

August is OVER and that means a brand-new Lost in Devlog!!! 💜 We are very excited for September to begin because that will definitely mark a new era of Lost in Limbo's production as the whole team will be finally free of the shackles of the spanish education system!

This devlog contains mainly progress in the programming and writing department (yours truly in charge), but we have also made some progress in the art department.

In addition, we will use this devlog to discuss a few changes and decisions we have taken in regards to the course of the demo—so feel free to grab a drink and join us for the ride!

First and foremost...A glimpse of our main menu! 🎉💜 I have been working hard this month to implement the UI as we finally got the files, and I've also animated and programmed the main menu screen, the configuration screen, save/load, etc. The dialogue box and everything else is also implemented and working perfectly, and of course we have a custom cursor thanks to miss Raquel! 🎉

Needless to say, LiL is my first coding adventure, so I'm sure our code isn't perfect or in optimal condition, but hopefully our Kickstarter will allow us to hire a programmer to fix that. I think I've done a pretty good job considering my lack of experience!

Also, special thanks (again) to our dearly beloved @crescencestudio for bearing with me and graciously lending a hand when I struggled the most. They are officially my ren'py mentor and I'd like to take a moment to illustrate our my struggle to y'all with a simple screenshot:

(Also it's kind of funny we both have animal crossing pics in our discord accounts, that was ✨ a coincidence ✨)

<<Inside the holy judgement chamber of the Silver Spire, may your words carry only truth, lest punishment is what you seek.>>

This month our dear Raquel has been working on backgrounds when she's had a moment, and this is one of the pieces she has been rendering and polishing! We'll also take a look at another background (a really important one) to bring it up to our new standards. As I said in another devlog, the master degree we were (and still are, until the 15th) attending has changed our way of seeing and approaching art pieces, so we are looking into improving pieces that are still in the making!

First of all; we are super proud and happy to welcome a new member to the team of Ravenstar Games: Allie! They'll be our editor and proofreader, and I'm sure you know and love some projects she's been on, like Blooming Panic! or our recent and beloved Intertwine. They are a fantastic fantastic writer, an incredible person and a passionate dev that I've had the pleasure to know and work with for a while now, and I would trust no one else with the script of our baby! (and if you are a writer, you know how hard it is to let others read your stuff sometimes. It's like baring your soul to them; it could only be Allie for me!) So please give them a big warm welcome!!

For the writing department, some devlogs ago we talked about the script suffering some changes—well, they have officially solidified now!

We have cut some content that was not exactly relevant for the first experience we want y'all to have with the game. A lot of context and exposition that helps, but is not absolutely necessary to enjoy what is perhaps the most important thing for an indie team and their game; the first demo and the impression it leaves behind. That content has not been scraped and we have decided to save it for an extended demo; the first demo will still be as long as it was in the beginning, as a lot of new content has also been added to prioritize the LIs, which is what you are here for.

We also made this decision because we were once more faced with the reality of: there's only four of us and it's not realistic to do seven LIs + six supporting characters + their expression charts + 13 backgrounds + everything else for a first demo. We are learning as we go, for better or worse, and sometimes you have to sit back and say "right. this is not going to work" so we had to do that. Sadly, we were not realistic with what we wanted to do, but hey, we all get too excited and dream too big sometimes!

This changes will ensure you get the best first experience with LiL without losing important, meaningful content, and hopefully be excited for what will come later. In my humble opinion, the demo script is now in much better shape than it was a month ago. Trust. And just wait for Allie to edit it—that's going to bring it to perfection.

Oh! We'll also be modifying the Masterpost soon as some things are a bit outdated and can be improved, so expect to see some new stuff in there!

It's 1 am here right now as I write this. I'm in bed. Today has been a day. Tomorrow I'll take a look at this and correct a million typos. See? Another reason we need Allie with us. There's screenshots to take, videos to make, and everything is slowly coming together. We are in really good spirits, motivated and hopeful for the near future. This has been long enough as it is, so as always, thank you for being part of Lost in Limbo's journey, and for the love and kindness you give us again and again. We hope you all are doing great, staying hydrated, and taking care of yourself 💜 See you very very soon!!

[ticklinglady]

You know, I find it to be truly fun to think about connections of various writers and wonder how those might play out in the story, however then I remember that Asagiri himself isn't particularly interested in doing this, aside from some exceptions. For better or for worse, which is a matter of preference, he truly creates an entirely new story with some references to the real people, despite using their names and alluding to their works. Usually I'm rather cool with that, "Let the man go wild, he's awesome! 🥰", however sometimes I can't help, but feel like it results in some missed opportunities for the story. If you name characters after real people, might as well play with the allusions to them a little more. Here are just some examples of the connections between the real writers, that I am aware of, yet they played no role in the BSD at all:

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was the student of Natsume Soseki and loved his teacher dearly - zero interactions between the two during the story

Q/Yumeno Kyusaku was quite a huge fan of Edogawa Ranpo and Edogawa later became the benefactor of the writer - zero interactions between the two during the story

Tayama Katai and Mori Ogai became acquaintances during the Russo-Japanese war and spent lots of time talking with one another while at it - zero interactions between the two during the story

Edogawa Ranpo was the first person to translate and introduce Lovecraft's writings in Japan - zero interactions between the two during the story

Akutagawa Ryunosuke loved Poe's works and translated them into Japanese - zero interactions between the two during the story

Nathaniel Hawthorne and Herman Melville were great friends and Melville adored Hawthorne so much, that it influenced the creation of "Moby-Dick" a lot and from what I have seen many people say he was actually in love (maybe the writer was indeed in love with him, but I am afraid, I'm not qualified enough to talk about this. Feel more than free to add info to the post) - zero interactions between the two during the story

H. P. Lovecraft was quite a fan of Edgar Allan Poe and his works were heavily influenced by him - zero interactions between the two during the story

Nikolai Gogol and Alexander Pushkin were great friends and influenced each other a lot - zero interactions between the two during the story

Fyodor Dostoevsky was one hell of a fanboy of Alexander Pushkin and even had the honor to give an official speech at the anniversary of the latter's death - zero interactions between the two during the story

And etc.

I mean, don't you guys think it would have been interesting to see Mori and Katai interact, given Katai's heavy dislike for the mafia? Hell, Mori might have even been made the main reason behind Katai's strong emotions! And then there's the situation with Akutagawa and Natsume. I find it to be truly surprising that Mori and Fukuzawa were made Natsume's students in the BSD, yet the person who was actually Natsume's student in real life hasn't even talked to him so far. Nathaniel and Melville are actually part of the same organization, yet there's nothing about it, though to be fair, the Guild members suffer from the lack of screentime in general. But just imagine if there was a tragic love story between the two instead of the one we got with Margaret arffufgbh. However, like I said in the beginning, it's a matter of preference. The story still works on its own and Asagiri still gives us from time to time such interesting references so in general I am very content and happy X3 I'm just saying here my thoughts on how fun it would have been, if he had gone even further

[seungiee-sunshine]

Paring; Lee Felix x reader

Genre/theme; Dark & Yandere

Word count; 1.2K

Warnings; implied kidnapping, yandere themes of possessiveness and violence (Let me know if I missed anything.)

(A/N; This is the first drabble/writing piece I've ever done in only the third person, so I'm sorry in advance if it sucks. Also, I pretty much rewrote this a two in the dang morning, so I'm sorry if there are typos.)

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

"You're mine. You. Are. MINE." He screamed as you rushed out the door, trying your best to avoid tripping over your own feet. It had been months since you had set foot outside, and what felt like forever with the man now chasing after you. 

You can't let him get you again. was the only thought in your mind as you ran, and ran as fast as your legs would allow, from the building that once separated you from the rest of the world and caged you in with that psycho.

"I'll get you again, my love. Just wait, I'll find you, and when I do, I'll make sure you are never able to escape again!" was the only thing you could hear as you maneuvered your way through the city streets. His nagging voice constantly rang in your ears as you ran. Soon enough, his sultry voice, hoarse due to sleep, began to slowly fade into nothing more than the sound of dead silence. Complete and utter silence

The lack of sound in the stagnant night air seemed even scarier than his screaming at you or the thought of being taken once more from the man you used to pride yourself on loving so dearly; at least he loved you the tiniest bit; the cold air filling your lungs, meanwhile, did no such thing.

You had to admit that although you hated being stuck in his home, it was better than being out here in the cold all alone, with not even a thought occupying your mind other than to run as far away as possible, even if you had no idea where you were going or where you were in the first place. At least with Felix, he would bake you brownies and care for you, doing anything and everything to make you feel comfortable and content.

But that was only him acting; you couldn't fall for his facade any longer; he was a maniac, a psycho, someone with a few too many screws loose, and you couldn't help but wonder...

What did you do to make him snap?

What happened to the man who used to make you brownies after a long day of hard work, the man who used to love to go on long walks in nature and explore?

The man who had held you captive, the one now chasing after you, was no longer the man you used to know. Not the sweet and caring person he once was. What he was now was nothing short of a monster.

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

As time went on, your legs began to ache, and your heart felt as though it was going to implode as it tried to supply oxygen to your extremities. Even with all its hard work, your limbs still felt numb, and your lungs continuously burned and ached for more air.

Although your body was at its limit, you couldn't stop, not when danger could've been right around the corner. The only thing that was going to stop you was your inevitable passing out.

You were a fairly athletic person before, but now your heart and body were unable to put up with the stress from the situation and all the exercise you had forced upon them. It almost brought you to tears at how little you could do now. If only you had realized it sooner, maybe you would've been out of this mess already.

𝗡𝗼.

Now was not the time to get lost in your head or lose focus; you were already on the verge of losing consciousness. You didn't need to add insult to injury and make this whole thing worse.

You put it off as long as you could; soon enough, however, you dropped to your knees and held your head in your hands as the world around you spun in circles.

The only thing that caused you to stand, even in such a weak state, was the clacking shoes on the pavement behind you.

There was no one else out here, and if it was who you thought it was, you couldn't just sit there and let him get to you without putting up a fight, or, well, a sprint in this case.

Although your motivation was there, your legs were far too weak to hold you upright for too long, and so not before long you once again ended up on your knees, tears streaming down your face as you thought about how you weren't going to be able to get away. The stinging pain in both your knees from the rocks digging into them is the least of your worries now.

With as much strength as you could muster, you crawled forward, palms and knees scraping against the pavement. The pain only made moving harder, but you had to continue to try and get away. Or this whole escape plan would've been for nothing. The least you could do was make it to the street. Even if there were no people driving around, someone could've possibly seen you, saved you, even...

As his foot came into contact with your ribs, you cried out in pain and landed on the ground, tears falling from your face as you blankly stared up at the night sky.

You were too exhausted to run; your body was weak, and your consciousness was teetering on the edge of a metaphorical cliff. Now there really was no hope, and the only thing to do was just wait for him to take you back home, as he had done many times before.

Even when you thought you had managed to break free, he proved you wrong every single time.

It was like a never-ending loop of believing you could get free and him finding you and then taking you back home, only for the cycle to begin again. Maybe he was entertained by such things and let you slip out of his grasp for just a moment only to show that he was the one that was in control all along after all.

It was like a sick game of cat and mouse, except the game never came to a close, and the cat continued on playing with its supposed dinner...

The man was now hovering over you, a smile grazing his soft features. In some way, it was something that made him seem less scary, more approachable, and more kind. Given his true nature, however, the opposite can be said of such a smile.

The seemingly kind gesture chilled you to the bone. You knew he was upset, and there was no telling what he would do to you if he was angry. The words he spoke not a moment later only made the feeling of dread in your gut worse than before.

"Darling, you should know by now that you can't run from me." He spoke with a deep chuckle following his unsettling words.

"Now it's time we head back home, my love. I'm sure you're exhausted from all that running." He started sorrowfully, as If he actually cared, and then continued on with his voice, harnessing a much more sinister tone.

"But don't worry, my love, you won't be able to run for much longer."

[morverenmaybewrites]

Any Lydia lore... I love her alot

Also new chapter was phenomenal<33333 your writing is truly insane. Can't wait to see how PG's bait plan works out

Aw thank you, it's nice to know that the original characters I created are so loved!

Here's ten bits of information about Lydia Ramirez, some of them y'all probably know from my old blog.

1. I made her as the quintessential  steoreotype of that one employee who's been in the same job for too long and is ready to make it everyone else's problem. She was initially meant to be super cranky and bitchy. Tbf, she's still a little bit cranky but she did gain a bit of heart when she started interacting with PG and Sam more.

2. Lydia had a little brother who she loved dearly. She got the waitressing job at Mamma Mia's to send him to college.

3. Her little brother OD'ed on drugs not long after entering college. Whatever hopes and dreams Lydia had died with him, and she's been pretty much stagnant ever since. She continues to work at Mamma Mia's because she doesn't see a point in trying to get a better job. Mamma Mia's is as good as it's ever going to get.

4. She received the news of her brother's death while she was driving, and she ended up in a minor car accident. She  was pretty much unable to drive after that. (Also the reason why it's Ant who drives PG around.)

5. Lydia has a soft spot for Sam because she reminds her of her little brother.

6. Initially treated PG very coldly. Because deliverypersons have such a high mortality rate, she doesn't see a point in befriending them. Started warming up to her after the four-month mark.

7. It was her that started calling Ant by his nickname. She thinks it's funny to call such a big guy Ant. (She also secretly noticed that Ant was afraid of getting tagged as an illegal immigrant and decided to give him a more "Gotham-y" nickname. She'll never admit it though.)

8. True to her "I don't care anymore" attitude, she's a terrible cook, mostly for the lack of trying. Everything she makes comes out of a can. Fortunately for her organs, Ant is the one who keeps the employees of Mamma Mia's fed.

9. On the (extremely) rare occasions that she actually thinks about the future, Lydia dreams about opening up her own little restaurant, and taking the Mamma Mia's crew with her.

10. Lydia and Ant are the unofficial platonic parents of the Mamma Mia's crew. I'd like to think that spending time with them is good for her.

I have an image of them in my head, just ambling around after shifts, with everyone not yet ready to go home. Maybe they'll play a few boards games. (because Ant will insist that Sam is too young to play cards).

Or maybe someone (PG, probably) will line up empty bottles in an alleyway and insist that they have a shooting contest with a slingshot someone found. Lydia will rarely participate, she's pretty much content to smoke and make sure that someone doesn't take their eye out (or beat Ant TOO hard at Monopoly. He always lowers the rent if someone asks).

She'll watch her friends (because that's what they are, even if she denies it) and for a moment, she thinks that maybe things can still get better.

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hello, so first of all, thank you for your services on writing Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog stuff cuz OMG the lack of written content here is criminal. 

Ok, now with that out of the way, I had this idea going on in my head for a very long time, but I was rlly shy about sharing it up until now (BTW this isn’t a request or anything like that). Ok ppl hear me out:

Yandere Shadow with a weak and shy Darling who thinks he hates them.

Maybe they met bc they both worked for G.U.N. or something, but circumstances force them to end up with both seeing each other a lot, and bc of Shadow’s rather aloof and reserved nature, Darling starts thinking that Shadow probably thinks of them as a nuisance that’s getting in the way, when in reality, he probably doesn’t mind them much (Well, at first).

Darling would probably start trying to do their absolute best to be as useful as possible, after all, it’s not like they want Shadow (or anyone rlly) to hate them, and even if they’re not a capable fighter, there’s lots of other stuff they’re very competent at. However, it doesn’t matter how much they try to help him in any way, he still doesn’t seem to bat an eye, which makes Darling think he probably thinks they’re annoying him and that they should better leave him alone so they aren’t a nuisance.

Boy if only they knew how much Shadow truly appreciated all they did for him, the fact that Darling tried to push through their shyness and help him, he began to see it as endearing to the point he couldn’t help but just fall in love with such a pure-hearted, fragile Darling that had to be protected at all cost. He wanted to keep his distance from them since he’s not exactly the safest hedgehog to be around with, yet he just couldn’t help himself but want to be around them to personally make sure they were safe. Alas, now Darling’s avoiding him.

Darling would start “coincidentally” encountering Shadow more frequently, even outside of work. They had to go to a certain shop to buy something? What a coincidence, Rouge had asked him to grab something from there too. They liked to go to a certain place after work? Weird, Shadow also went there regularly, you get the gist. Darling would see this as them having the worst luck, since why are they always ending up meeting with the person that hates their guts?! Darling, a word of caution, you should pay more attention to your surroundings.

As time goes on, Shadow’s feelings grow deeper and more obsessive, to the point they can’t leave them alone without worrying every waking second about their safety. What if G.U.N. sends them to a dangerous mission and they get severely injured? Or what if Eggman attacks somewhere where they just happen to be and they can’t defend themselves against a badnik? Well, Shadow doesn’t need to think about that anymore when it does eventually happen.

Seeing Darling severely injured would make something inside Shadow just snap, and he decides that enough is enough, whoever caused the injury pays dearly for it, and next thing Darling knows, they wake up on a very comfortable bed inside a room they can’t recognize, their wound being  with a person who hates them. Darling would immediately apologize to Shadow for any inconveniences and tries to leave, however, there seems to be something restraining one of their legs, and when they lift up the mattress, there’s a shackle around their ankle.

Darling begins to have a panic attack, but before Shadow can try to comfort them, Darling begins to ask him why he hates them so much, they start going on and on about how they don’t understand what they did wrong, and then Shadow interrupts them with a hug

“I don’t hate you in the slightest, if anything, I love you so much. That’s why, I can’t let you get hurt out there”

(I had a tiny bonus for this but this is probably too long already, so I’ll leave here, hope you like it)

This is just absolutely phenomenal dear! I don't think I can add anything to this masterpiece you've sent. Like is an understatement, & so is love, I'm enamored with this dear!

[legacygirlingreen]

Christmas With the Sallow Family: Chapter 5 - A Locket & A Promise || Sebastian Sallow X Reader

This is a continuation of a series, Masterlist found here: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713709759369560064/part-1-becoming-a-proper-gentlemen?source=share

Author’s Note:

Hey I am back! Graduation took up some of my time, but I thought I’d give those still reading an update! This is mostly just fluff and filler so I apologize. I also didn’t spend as much time editing since I wanted to make up for the lack of posting. Next chapter should have more content… Anyway’s peace and love as always!

Word Count: 6,000 +

Warnings: Brief mention of NSFW content, mild angst (if you squint), mostly tooth rotting fluff.

A soft snore against the nape of her neck slowly lulled her from sleep. As she eased into consciousness, the weight against her waist from the freckled arm resting there, and his gentle breathing helped a smile stretch upon her lips. It felt heavenly to be held in such a way, by someone she loved so dearly.

Even in the man’s unaware state, his body seemed to recognize her presence, as her slight movements made him nuzzle in closer to her side while his quiet snores continued. The slight chill of the room made her sink further into his warmth. Sebastian truly was a furnace.

Ever so carefully she turned from her side onto her back without waking him, before turning to her other side so she could face him as he slept. The sight alone made her heart flutter.

An important thing to know about the young man, was that Sebastian almost always bore strong indications of his emotions upon his handsome face: frustration, elation, confusion, sadness, and the most common: mischief. They were always there, in the crease of his brows, crinkles around his eyes, dimples in his cheeks, depths of his chocolate orbs and in the smirk upon his full lips. However as he slept, she recognized a rare moment where she got to see him completely at peace.

The slight flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled gently with its slight rumble, before air softly came out of his parted lips. She had always loved his slightly broad button nose, and how it always seemed to scrunch right across the bridge as he laughed. His long, dark eyelashes that laid upon his freckled cheeks slightly danced as his eyes ever so carefully moved under his closed eyelids.

As he had slept his hair had become a birds nest, strands of varying lengths sticking up in almost every direction. The same forelock that she always loved to move off his face, falling into its natural resting place. His curtains of fringe falling more around his hairline instead of the way he’d been pushing it over his ears since he’d gotten it cut short. She noted the way his sideburns were already starting to curl into his face again, as well as the hair near his nape, despite having them cut short not long ago. She almost laughed, stifling it to a small puff of air, thinking about how difficult it must have been for him to maintain his hair given how fast it appeared to grow, especially with its thickness and unruly nature.

She hadn’t even realized she had been brushing her fingers through his hair until his eyes snapped open, meeting hers. The look in his chocolate orbs looked startled at first, resulting from the still new feeling of waking up next to someone. When his mind recognized the playful expression she wore, his lips stretched into a toothy grin as he nuzzled into her hand that was buried in his bed head. His eyes closed again, as the final signs of alarm faded, and he fell into a content sigh as he awoke next to the girl of his dreams, who was admiring him no less.

“What’s so funny” he asked, voice slightly horse from sleep as her fingers continued to dance along his scalp.

“Oh its nothing really, just an observation” she said watching as his left eye opened just to judge her expression before he stretched his body within the confines of the thick wool blanket. Once he finished waking his sleeping limbs, he rolled over, propping himself up to lean over her.

“What observation?” he asked, mischief finally working its way back to his face after sleep. Sebastian loved the way her cheeks broke out in a light blush at his questioning.

She sighed as she continued running her hands through his hair, trying to tame it, to seemingly no avail. “Your hair is an absolute mess Seb… how have you possibly maintained it for so long? How does it not annoy you?” She playful retorted while she carefully untangled a small knot along the back of his crown without pulling too hard on the strands.

“Oh trust me, I often find it quite frustrating to deal with. Having it cut has actually been more convenient than you could imagine” he said, raising a hand to help her attempt to brush down the cowlicks.

“That’s baffling considering it is still so chaotic” she laughed as she gestured to his head. He rolled his eyes at her antics.

“Perhaps I should just march in the house, and request my uncle shorn it down even further to prevent such chaos then” he joked. Never in a million years did he think, that after years of torment around the whole ordeal, would he be in bed with a half naked woman, making light of his childhood trauma.

“Absolutely not.” She deadpanned, almost nervous at even the suggestion.

“You would allow such trivial things like the length of my hair lessen your affections for me?” He let out a small gasp, clutching his collarbones as he continued to playfully taunt her.

“You are being ridiculous.” She feigned annoyance.

“A tad, I will admit. I will say, I am thankful you never had to see me sporting a Solomon Special as Ominis used to call it attempting to get a rise out of me over it” he truly did thank Merlin. He was certain with the lack of the usual giddy whispers from his female classmates around the time it was freshly cut, that his hair did not look good that way. He hated how much it struck his confidence, especially given how he knew it to be one of his better features despite its wild and untamed nature.

“That bad huh?” She laughed, trying to imagine him slightly younger, with chubbier cheeks and short hair.

He lifted his hands, pushing his hair off his face, covering most of it, in an attempt to recreate the look for her. “Dreadful.” He replied, allowing her to examine this face in full view.

“You’d still look incredible handsome” she said, pulling him down into a chaste kiss. When his hands moved from his head to her waist, however, the kiss deepened. He pushed his way in between her legs, arms drawing her closer. He suddenly became aware of how the only thing she wore to bed was his sleep shirt, while her lower half remained bare. He remembered the night before, and how wonderful her innermost being tasted upon his lips, as the only thing that mattered, was him bringing her pleasure.

Sebastian couldn’t wait until the moment where once again he could feel her tremble under his fingers. Or when he could gaze upon her naked body, tracing her womanly figure with his lips. Maybe even enter her with his manhood and make good on his promise to one day give her children.

Their lips seemingly picking up speed as his mind wandered. Their kisses becoming more needy as she ground herself against his clothed thigh. When her hands lifted into his hair, pulling in the way he’d come to love, he couldn’t help but moan out. She pulled away after a few moments, breathless. “Please just keep it long enough for me to muse it” she said, fingers mirroring her words.

Sebastian sighed, realizing that her denial of letting things progress to be wise. He didn’t want to loose his virginity in a tent also occupied by his friend and his sister. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make sure they were on the same page after the previous night, before they progressed further.

“I imagine the next time I need a trim it’ll be your job, so that is entirely your call my love. You are the one who has to look at it, so whatever you desire. I trust you.” He said, nose bumping into hers gently. She stared at him wide eyed, shocked he would admit to trusting her with such a task.

“That sounds utterly domestic” she replied and he laughed at her words.

“Is there a problem with wanting to build a home with you?” He questioned rhetorically.

“Absolutely not. It endears me to know you wish for such things” she spoke, carefully caressing his cheek as she stared at the small patches of stubble on his face.

“You know, I do have a gift I could give you now, if you’d like. I am realizing it to be quite domestic the more I think about it.” She said, eyes looking back up into his own.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, I would prefer to share mine in private as well. I hate the thoughts of Solomon, or even Anne and Ominis, lingering whist I give you what I have.” He replied.

She smiled at his suggestion, leaping from the bed and rummaging through her small trunk. He stood, realizing he’d have to sneak over into his room to retrieve it. Carefully slipping over into the other half of the tent in the very early hours of the morning. Somehow he managed to find clothes for the day along with her gift in the near darkness without waking Anne and Ominis. The pair were curled up in the middle of the two beds, which they at some point pushed together. Anne’s head laid upon the boys chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as they slept. Sebastian smiled. A large part of him loved seeing his sister so cared for, a sense of normalcy for her, as well as his friend finally relaxing into physical comfort with another. Not wanting to spy on them further he slipped back out.

When he returned he was disappointed to find her no longer in his sleep shirt, instead sporting a slip, pulling the waistband of a petticoat up her thighs and around her waist. Laying on the freshly made bed he saw a few linen dresses, before a simple red one caught his eye. He turned around in time to see her finishing the strings of her corset. Carefully pulling it from the bed, and walking towards her, he gestured for her to lift her arms. When she saw the material in his hands she relented, allowing him to slide the dress over her layers.

The dress allowed her open collarbones to be on display, and she smiled, realizing he had somehow found the perfect blend of looking nice without being too overdone. Ever since Anne forced her into a dress she’d really taken a liking to the way Sebastian constantly smiled at her. Although he tended to do that anyway…

He stood next to her, still without a shirt, and only now wearing a pair of trousers. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed as she tossed the remaining clothing back into the trunk.

“Could at least wait till I’m dressed love” he said with a laugh towards her impatience.

“I prefer you this way” she said, cheeky grin adorning her face.

“It appears I have corrupted you my darling” he said, pulling her hand closer to him.

“Close your eyes” she demanded, and he closed them. She delicately placed something into his hands. The box sat in his outstretched hand for a moment before he opened his eyes. Her expectant glance followed him as he opened the small package.

Immediately upon seeing the contents he laughed, pulling out the small razor. “I have to say, this seems more like a gift for you than for me” he said remembering how she had begged him to rid himself of the sparse facial hair he’d grown.

“I believe it can serve my needs and yours” she shrugged. He admired its shinny silver handle, with an ornate design. Figures replicating Roman marble statues were incorporated throughout. Near the bottom he saw a small engraving: “S. Sallow” in cursive. For such a practical item it did appear quite beautiful.

He understood what she meant when she said it was more domestic than she intended. Sebastian slid the blade out, admiring the way it caught the light. It felt like such an adult gift. His uncle had continually ignored his transitioning from boyhood to man, by denying his request for better fitting shoes or longer pants. It hadn’t been until recently he had actually started addressing him as such, however still avoiding assisting in a graceful transition. This made him feel so grown up, receiving a gift that would be used daily, becoming a reminder of her every time he would see it.

“It’s beautiful, thank you” he said setting it back in the box, beckoning her closer. She obliged him, setting her fingers along his jaw.

“Of course. My family has always tried to gift each other something practical as well as something homemade… so I figured this might be a good idea as you had need for one, or at least a better one” she said and he laughed.

“I love it.” He said, as a wonderful image flashed in his mind. Him leaning on the vanity of a small home, much like what he had in feldcroft, while her careful hands scraped the blade over his cheek. At some point he’d pull her in for a kiss, the lather getting all over her face to her dismay, and he’d laugh at her before aiding her in wiping it away. Maybe at some point he’d pretend she had nicked him, just to momentarily startle her, before allowing his mischievous laugh to fill the air. More than likely she’d scold him, lightly slap his shoulder, before continuing anyway. When she would finish he’d pull her in for a deep kiss, to thank her for the not so difficult labor. The more he thought about it, these domestic tasks like grooming being in her hands instead of his own made them exciting, endearing, alluring.

“Good, because I hope you’ll get use out of it” she said, rising to finish dressing when his hands pulled her backwards onto his lap.

“I still haven’t given you anything sweetheart” he purred along the column of her neck. From behind he carefully set the small box in her lap. She lifted it somewhat apprehensively. The small size and shape of the box didn’t leave many options for what it could contain, beyond perhaps a fountain pen or pair of spectacles.

Nestled inside soft velvet laid a small golden locket. The front depicted a simple curved S, made of many sparkling green stones. As she lifted it from the box’s soft interior the gems caught the light brilliantly. Whether the letter was to represent their house, or one of his names she didn’t know, nor did she care. She didn’t realize her lack of a comment on the item was causing Sebastian to shift awkwardly, worried she didn’t like his gift. He was even more concerned at what her thoughts would be when she opened it…

“It’s okay if you don’t like it, I wasn’t sur-��� he started but she interrupted him by turning towards him, flinging her arms around his neck.

“I love it.” She whispered close to his ear and he couldn’t contain the smile that erupted upon his face knowing he was able to make her happy.

When he pulled back he saw the awestruck look on her face as her index finger traced over the initial on the front. “And the S is for….” She asked, a small smirk working its way on her face.

Sebastian blushed at the realization of its implications. He still told her the intent nonetheless. “I suppose it could be whatever you wish for it to mean. I had hoped it you wouldn’t mind it being a connection back to me, for Sallow or perhaps Sebastian. My mother had a similar one that my father gifted her soon after we were born. She had wanted to be able to display something on the inside for Anne and I.” He explained.

“What did she put inside if you don’t mind me asking?” She questioned, understanding if he’d be apprehensive, but driven by curiosity she asked anyway.

Instead of replying he gestured towards the locket in her own hand, signaling to open it. She obliged his request, falling silent when she realized what laid in one side of the locket. He left one half empty, presumably for whatever she deemed important enough to place there herself. In the other side, a small lock of brown hair held together by a tiny thread, laid behind a thin clear cover.

Even encased she immediately knew that he had gifted her something that, in muggle tradition, was highly sought after. The kind of gift exchanged between those who were wed, or at the very least set to be wed. Maybe the same applied in wizarding culture she thought. Either way, her eyes watered when she realized he wanted to share such an intimate part of himself with her.

His lovely brown locks in a way had become a symbol for their utter devotion to one another. He had given up his normal appearance for her to be here with him, as difficult as it had been for him. He had trusted her with the knowledge of how Solomon had abused him in such a manor. She knew how important the task of grooming him had been a strong bond between him and Mrs. Sallow before she passed. How much she enjoyed slipping off to the room of requirement together at the end of the day to hold him close, allowing him to relax as she brushed through his hair. Even now he mentioned passing the torch of cutting his hair onto her, showing his trust in their future, as they both looked forward to the domestic tasks of life together.

“I know that where you come from it has such strong implications but… I couldn’t help it. Nothing seemed grand enough a gift when I thought about it. I wanted you to know, that I am deeply committed to you, and a life with you. When I think back upon the exact moment in which I fell madly in love with you, a large part of me recalls that day in the Undercroft, when you held me in ways no one else had.” He explained, his own hands toying with his hair.

“Put it on me?” She asked, voice thick with emotion and he nodded. She closed the locket again, handing the necklace to him before lifting her hair off her shoulder to avoid getting caught in the clasp. Sebastian carefully laid it along her collarbones before fastening it around the back of her neck. He laid a gentle kiss along the nape of her neck before wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“This is so thoughtful, I truly don’t know what to say other than thank you..” she explained, hand wounding around the locket resting around her neck.

“After all you continue to do for me… I still feel its not enough. A part of me wishes we could both just skip to the part where we are done with school and able to be whatever we choose. A locket seems dull in comparison to such promises now.” He told her as she turned around to face him.

“I want those things, but that does not diminish how lovely this is. It must have set you back quite a bit. Not to mention… when did you get a lock of hair for this?” She asked playfully.

“Yesterday. I had Madam Snelling help me trim and tie off a section when you all were in honeydukes. You can somewhat see it -“ he trailed off, lifting part of his forelock and upon close inspection she could see where part of his iconic hair strand had been sheared a bit. She blushed realizing he had gifted her something so close to his identity.

“Would it be too much for me to ask for a photograph or portrait to keep in the other side?” She inquired, loving the way his lips stretched into a proud smile at her request.

“Of course not. I will admit, I do not have any recent photographs, but I am certain we can work something out if that is what you desire”. He expressed.

“I would love that.” She replied, beaming at his acceptance of her request. “I do have something else for you as well…” she explained and he was reminded how she told him about her muggle traditions.

“Well lets see it.” He tried to reassure her. He had always been a little concerned their differing backgrounds when it came to magic would make her self conscious. He did not believe an ounce of the pure blood nonsense that people like Ominis’s family boasted of. His mother had much respect and regard for muggles, often finding their customs to be utterly fascinating. She had taught history of magic along with continuing to infuse it with elements of muggle studies. He hoped that she would never feel less for her non magical upbringing.

She shifted around before producing a small round container, smaller than the palm of his hand. Gently she passed it off to him, allowing him to do with it as he pleased. What Sebastian couldn’t see was the soft blue glow coming off the box. She knew that only herself, and those with her gifts, would be able to see its connection to ancient magic. However, she hoped that in giving him something, that at its core was made of the magic that flowed through her, to be a strong show of herself as a gift.

It took a moment for Sebastian to recognize what exactly he was looking at. The small round shape imitating earrings or something of the nature, but when he lifted one from the container he realized it they were a set of cufflinks. The small oval shaped cufflinks depicted coiled snakes on each side, mirroring each other.

“I uh… asked the Keepers about using ancient magic to conjure and create items. I realize you actually have no way of knowing they were made with my magic, however, I can assure you it took several attempts before I mastered conjugation with ancient magic. They don’t exactly sell spellcrafts for forms of magic long forgotten. In fact, I am not sure many items like this even exist.” She rambled in an attempt to explain the possible let down of her gift.

“You made these?” He asked her, still surprised at her magical talents and abilities. Knowing that she had taken the time to learn more about her unique abilities in order to gift him something so trivial made his heart flutter.

She nodded, watching as his eyes softened.

“They are incredible. Thank you. I shall wear them every day.” He told her, drawing her closer, intending to feel her warmth. They remained in a soft embrace for a while, enjoying the way their bodies relaxed into one another.

“Thank you again for the locket, I absolutely adore it.” She spoke quietly into his neck as he held her.

“I will admit, I am looking forward to seeing you walking about the castle with it.” He replied smugly.

She pulled back slightly, “Was that your attempts at branding me” she asked with an obviously put on gasp.

“Well you are my little heifer…” he joked and she smacked his shoulder as he begun to laugh.

“I believe I told you never to call me that” she whined

“Oh you did, but we both know I am not particularly good at following rules” he replied and she hummed, returning to the comfort of his warm skin. Her fingers grazed across his still naked chest, traveling up to cup his jaw.

“This is true.” She replied.

Sebastian lifted his hand, feeling around on the other side of his jaw. Looking back at the small razor he realized he didn’t actually know how to use one. He had been barely scraping by with the occasional usage of the safety razor he borrowed from Ominis, but a straight razor was somewhat intimidating. Perhaps Solomon would actually be of assistance if he asked nicely.

“Why don’t we finish getting dressed, and I will see if Solomon can actually help me learn how to use one of these properly.” He gestured towards her gift and she nodded before rising from his lap.

She stepped towards a mirror, brushing her own hair while he slowly finished dressing himself. Once the last of his buttons was fastened, he attached the cufflinks she had gifted him, before coming to stand behind her with the tie he had snagged from his trunk. When she lifted her hands to begin braiding her hair he gently removed them before dropping her locks over one side of her shoulder, leaving the other bare.

“Please leave it down” he murmured into her shoulder as he gently pressed kisses to her soft skin. He felt her nod as she set the brush down, turning to face him. Removing the tie from his hands, she wound the fabric around his neck, slowly making work of creating the knot. Once she was satisfied she gently brushed a hand over the length of the tie, flattening it against his abdomen.

“Fastening my tie, yet another domestic task that I would much appreciate falling to you in the future” Sebastian winked as he carefully leaned down to peck her lips before moving to collect his waistcoat, sliding his arms through the holes and doing its few buttons as well.

“So allow me to recap. I am to help you shave, cut your hair and fasten your tie. Anything else Mr. Sallow, or are you incapable of doing anything on your own” she teased and he laughed at her notion he was helpless. She came to stand next to him as he finished pulling his arms through the sleeves of his blazer. She adjusted the lapel pin that had shifted when he’d tossed the jacket to the floor the night before.

“Not really, I am utterly helpless without you, future Mrs. Sallow.” At his words her fingers stalled, her eyes lifting to his own as his hand stretched out to trace the locket resting near the valley of her breasts.

“Don’t act as if you don’t like it when I call you that” he said in a low tone.

“I never said I didn’t”. She replied

“Good.”

The two of them stared at one another for a while before finally he lifted a hand, beckoning her to grab it. Sliding the box containing the straight razor into his jacket’s pocket, he helped her lift the few miscellaneous boxes she had brought containing gifts for his family into one of the enchanted bags she often carried. Helping lift it over her shoulder, he sought out of the tent, holding her hand.

The cool air had intensified overnight, and the light was barely touching the edges of the sky. Very few people moved about the hamlet as they made their way to the main house. Sebastian let go of her hand when they approached the door, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, before stepping inside to make sure his uncle wasn’t still asleep. When he confirmed Solomon was awake and moving in the kitchen to start the kettle, he stepped back through the door to retrieve her.

Once inside the warmth of the house, she brushed the few pieces of fallen snow off her hair and arms. “Good morning Mr. Sallow.” She said as she wandered over to the pantry to aid in starting breakfast. Sebastian followed behind her, standing close by as his Uncle turned around to acknowledge the pair.

“Mornin you two. Sebastian, are your sister and Gaunt still asleep?” Solomon asked and he nodded in reply.

“Best to let Anne sleep as long as she can.” He replied, moving back to the now boiling kettle.

Sebastian watched as she carefully folded the dough she had quickly crafted into the shape of what he imagined would be scones without any hesitation and precision from years of doing it nonmagically. Seeing her so comfortable in their family’s kitchen brought back the stirring he continued to feel at seeing them both engaging in domestic tasks. That reminded him of the conversation he’d been meaning to have with Solomon. This was as good a time as any.

“Uncle Solomon, might I have a word.” He spoke, turning back towards the man who was setting the table. At his question, the man dropped one of the napkins he’d been holding. Turning back towards his nephew, seeing the way he shifted weight from foot to foot, he began to panic. He’d heard that tone before, and suffice to say, when his brother often used it on their parents the outcomes were not pretty. Solomon glanced over at the girl, knowing she had heard Sebastian’s request but did not look worried. Seeing her more calm reaction made him sigh as he realized Sebastian was not addressing that as a concern.

Sebastian stepped back through the door once his uncle nodded and the pair made their way around to the right side of the house. Unsure how to bring up the topic, he led us guardian over to the top of the watch tower before leaning over the railing.

“What’s happened?” Solomon asked him, worried of all the horrible responses Sebastian could give him.

Sebastian on the other hand couldn’t entirely fault him for assuming the worst. Instead of turning Solomon’s wrong assumption into an argument he simply shook his head.

“I have been thinking about what you said the other day, when she came back on the brink of death with Professor Fig.” Sebastian told his Uncle, still trying to find a way to articulate himself in an appropriate manor that would be taken seriously.

“I already apologized for my actions, why can’t it be left at that?” Solomon said, wrongfully assuming Sebastian was airing out more of their dirty laundry so to speak.

“I am not looking for an apology. I admit, I was partially in the wrong as well.” Sebastian replied, finally looking from Rookwood castle back to his Uncle, who still bore a confused expression.

“Then what is this about Sebastian? Have you-“ Solomon began but Sebastian immediately responded by shaking his head, making the older man’s words die upon his lips.

“I have not disgraced her if that is what you are inquiring. I meant what I said, about caring for her. I make no attempt at hiding or denying my affections. To do so would be futile at this point.” He replied, a sigh leaving his lips as his fingers probed his temple. Solomon and him had never been close, and to have a conversation like this with him was proving difficult.

Sensing the struggle coming from his nephew, the ex Auror softened. He recognized the young man was attempting to open up to him, not seeing him as the enemy.

“She’s a remarkable young witch. Eleazar spoke highly of her talent. Hard to believe she only learned of magic recently. What she did for the man was selfless. The way she is with your sister, Gaunt, everyone… I can see why you care for her.” Solomon spoke as gently as he could, still finding the words foreign on his tongue.

“I feel undeserving of her affections if I’m honest.” Sebastian said, looking back down at the house. He knew a small part of his Uncle would agree with him, but that still didn’t stop him from uttering the words. Solomon truly wasn’t sure how to respond, knowing the young man would most likely not believe any attempts to disagree so he remained silent for a moment.

“The way she looks at you reminds me of how your mother looked at your father as if he had hung the moon himself.” The man spoke, gesturing towards Sebastian. “You may feel undeserving, however at the end of the day, her affections are hers alone to give. If she has chosen you, count it as luck, and do your best to avoid loosing it.”

Solomon pondered his life of failed relationships, how he dug his heels in at every woman’s attempts of loving him. He did not want his nephew falling into the same state. Even though the teenagers endearments were at time worrisome with possible undesired consequences, he truly enjoyed having the girl in his home. He enjoyed how much more mature his nephew had been as a result of her affections. At the end of the day he knew this strange girl, with her strange gifts, were the only thing that would snap Sebastian out of this dark road he’d slowly been going down since Anne was cursed.

“That’s what I need help with. I don’t want to lose her. I’m not sure how much Professor Fig shared of her responsibilities, but knowing every time she leaves the castle could be her last, it terrifies me. Knowing Anne may not be there to see us -“ Sebastian paused, eyes glassing over at remembering the words his sister had spoken to Ominis last night. Solomon gently placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him.

Eventually Sebastian was able to rope in his emotions to continue. “If I was to write to her father, how would I go about that? What exactly… what should I say? What do I offer? I understand that there’s a difference in how Muggles handle these arrangements, but how would I initiate…”

When Solomon realized what his nephew was asking his eyes unintentionally went wide, acknowledging the young man was serious.

“Sebastian, when I said that the other night it was out of anger, I do not expect you to-“ he started but was interrupted.

“I am asking because it is what I want. I did tell you when I finally got around to it, I wanted it to be my decision. The last two days have showed me a great deal of what I desire.” Sebastian replied.

“And what is it you want exactly?” His uncle asked, still fully unsure what he had planned.

“I would like to ask her father for her hand. I was able to read a tome in Hogsmeade and apparently the average muggle engagement lasts at the very least 1-2 years, often times longer. If I were to ask now, it would allow time over the next summer for me to construct somewhere for us to live, and once we are both 18 and have left Hogwarts we may do as we please. And, if Anne does take a turn for the worse, we can hasten that plan to at least allow her to see vows or something of that nature, since it is important to me that she be there.” Sebastian began to ramble of the loose plans he had been constructing while lying in bed last night. Once he finished he turned, expecting a mirage of different responses: possibly anger, frustration, annoyance, humor. He was not expecting Solomon to be nodding his head along with his words.

“Are you sure Sebastian?” He asked, attempting to gage the seriousness of the young man.

“Positive. You know, ha” Sebastian started, cutting off to chuckle before continuing as he pulled the razor from his pocket, passing it to his uncle. “She gave me this and the only thought I had was standing in a home of our own in the morning before work while she attempted to make the tea. That picture of spending our lives together has been the only thing keeping me from going insane for a while now. I - I can’t imagine coming home to anyone else.” He finished his train of thought.

“I suppose it is time I teach you how to use one of these” Solomon responded the small box back to him. His lighthearted comment eased Sebastian, as he was not sure what his guardian’s response would be to the request.

“So you’ll help with what to send to her father?” Sebastian asked.

“How about we head back and knock it out while your sister and her finish breakfast? Then we’ll tackle that peachfuzz.” Solomon offered with a small laugh and an outstretched hand.

“While I take offense to that later half, I would love that.” Sebastian responded, accepting the handshake.

[shivunin]

In the Quiet Dark

Zevran/Arianwen Tabris | 1,633 Words | M | CW: Mild/implied sexual content

I originally started writing this to go with this piece I commissioned from pinayelf (thank you again!) but I did not finish it in time to post them together. It may be a little late, but here they are in all their messy, sharp glory c:

Zevran sat on the other side of the campfire from Arianwen. 

She knew this without looking, just as she had known approximately where he was all day. It had been a traveling day, uneventful, and they’d made their way through the Brecilian’s outskirts with little trouble. This annoyed her almost as much as her new awareness of Zevran did, for she would have dearly loved the distraction of a fight.

Instead, she…itched. 

Nowhere in particular. Under her skin, perhaps; she did not know. She knew only that she had gone a very long time untouched and uncaring and now she could feel every inch of her skin where he was presently not in contact with it. There had been some barrier, perhaps, some veneer that had kept her from noticing such things. Now, she could not stop feeling the precise distance between them. Every scuff of his boots grated against her skin, every laugh felt pressed directly into her eardrums, and whenever she caught his eyes—

“Are you alright?” Alistair murmured next to her. Tabris dropped her fork, grimacing, and set the plate aside. It clattered in indignation against a loose rock and fell silent sooner than she would have liked. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been scraping your fork against the plate there for minutes on end. Just thought I’d—don’t give me that look! I’m only asking.”

Arianwen stopped glaring at him and glared at the fire instead, which was a poor replacement for looking across it at Zevran. 

All sorts of people lay together all the time and still the world went on turning. It was nothing; ought to be nothing important. She certainly shouldn’t feel any different than she had when she’d woken up yesterday. Wen ran sharp nails over her forearm, but it made little difference; this wasn’t that sort of itch. 

“Ugh,” she said, slinging her leg over the other side of the log and walking away without any more farewell than that. She didn’t have the words; had left them all behind in Zevran’s tent the night before, it would seem. 

Her own tent was dark and cool, a welcome contrast to the fire outside. When the flap of fabric fell closed behind her, Wen pulled the tie loose from her braid and combed the plait to loose waves with harsh fingers. Disarming took some time, her knife belt set less neatly in its place than usual, the knives in her boots cast aside with an equal lack of care. Her armor fell into a dark corner readily enough when she was done. She retrieved her final dagger from it the moment before it thudded against the bottom of her tent. Wen tucked the scabbard into her waistband and loosened the ties of her tunic, as if doing so would help her breathe more easily. 

She had just cleared her plate, but she was hungry. She needed to run, to climb, to fight. She wanted blood, the thrill of battle, wanted to bite into—

“Warden?’ 

Wen hissed between her teeth before she could stop herself, the exhale of relief whistling and sharp instead of the soft thing she supposed it ought to be. 

“You seemed as if you may want company,” Zevran said, his voice low. “Do you?”

“Yes,” she said, short and clipped. 

Firelight painted her tent with fingers of gold and red when he ducked inside, but when the fabric fell again the two of them were left in near-complete darkness. 

Touch me, she thought, and leave. Her hands flexed until they ached, then curled into fists at her sides. 

“Why did you come?” she asked him. 

The words felt almost detached from her, for they were nowhere near the things she wanted to say instead. 

A pause. She could almost feel him weighing his answer.

“Because,” he said at last, the words very slow, “I wanted to.”

She didn’t see him move, but she felt his callused fingertips when they trailed along her forearm. For a moment, she thought she might cry out at even so little contact. All day, she had been thinking of this and now—it was like an itch. She had been scratching at the absence of him all day and now she had finally dug her nails in deep enough to find relief, but too deeply for it not to hurt a little.

Arianwen pressed her hand over his, deepening the contact and stopping the gentle motion at once. 

“Then stay,” she said. 

When she breathed in, the air was sharp and too much. She wanted; she wanted far more than was safe. Knowing that she could have this almost made it worse—because who was she, to want to be touched? Who was she, that she couldn’t stand knowing she’d already forgotten the way his bare skin felt under her hands, the precise texture of his hair—who was she? She did not know. 

A stranger, she thought. 

“If you’d like,” she finished, because even now she would not say please, and he laughed somewhere before her in the dark. 

“Yes, I think I would,” Zevran said. When he touched her hair, he was gentler with it than she’d been, the touch a caress instead of a rebuke.

“I have never seen it loose before,” he murmured. 

His breath skimmed her cheek–too close. Not close enough. 

“You still haven’t.”

“I did for a moment—in the light,” he told her. Wen let go of his other hand and he found her jaw with it instead. His palms were warm and rough and perfect. She vowed never to tell him so and pressed her cheek against his hand instead.

“How lovely you are, mi vida,” he went on. 

His lips pressed against her ear, moving so slightly that she almost didn’t feel it at all. Wen reached between them and found the leather tie in his own hair. It came loose with little effort, but the tug it took to free his braids seemed somehow momentous. She had half-undressed him last night, but she had been too distracted then to think of doing this. It felt…intimate, somehow, as Zevran seeing her hair unbound had felt intimate. 

“More,” she said, and he laughed again. 

When he answered her, he murmured directly into her ear. 

“More flattery? I am sure that I can think of a few such things to say, my dearest Warden, but I did not think you were the t—”

“No,” she said, impatient. When she turned them both and tripped him onto her bedroll, he fell so easily that he must have done so on purpose. Arianwen did not care. She cared only that she could finally feel him pressed against her at last. A relief, though it was relief that did not lessen the need at all. 

“More,” she told him again, and caught his laughter on her tongue when she pressed her mouth to his. Zevran felt just as good as she remembered—better, perhaps, because she had already begun to doubt her own memory. He moved with her whenever she shifted, tilting his head when she angled hers, tucking his fingers beneath her collar when her fingers trailed across his cheekbone. 

“Impatient,” he murmured when she abandoned his mouth in favor of his neck, his voice low and breathless. Wen grunted in response and nipped at the warm skin there. His pulse thrummed against her mouth, frantic as her own heartbeat and twice as precious. She traced the skin with her tongue when she was finished, soothing the small hurt she’d set against his skin.

“Perhaps I am impatient, too,” he said. She did not know how he had grown so skilled at kissing her in the dark when he had only a night’s practice at it. She hovered on a dagger’s edge, much as she had the night before; unlike the night before, she knew she would not run from this. When it was almost too much to bear, she twisted a lock of his hair between her fingers and found herself anchored again. 

Zevran’s hand slipped lower, lower down her back. The knife she’d tucked behind her shifted slightly. 

“You should be more careful,” he said between kisses. “Leaving your blades where anybody can find them. Someone dangerous could take it, yes?”

Wen nudged his nose with hers, searching in the dark for what little she could see of his face. The faint light flashed in his eyes, there and gone in a heartbeat. 

“But not you,” she said. 

After a moment, he squeezed her hip. His hand slid away from the knife, tracing the length of her spine instead.

“Not me, no,” he agreed. She could feel his voice now as much as she had felt him not touching her earlier. She wanted his words and wanted them to stop in equal measure, but silence was the easy choice. It had always been kinder to her. 

Wen leaned forward to kiss him again. If she shut her eyes very tightly, she could feel his body wherever it touched hers, could focus more completely on his hair wrapped around her fingers, on his fingernails where they dragged lightly against the base of her skull. 

If she had left them open, she might have seen the way he looked at her all the while—might have known that he watched her as intently as she had not watched him before. 

In fact—she did not think of her dagger at all.

But this was not something she was ready to see. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut as tight as they could go.

Zevran rolled her onto her back several minutes later, the motion as natural and obvious as the moon rising somewhere outside her tent. When he set her dagger to the side, Arianwen neither lifted it from the blanket nor drew it from its sheath. 

[hayatoseyepatch]

hi pookie wookie ilysm 💅 congratz on the milestone you deserve it.

I AM HERE FOR A MATCH UP POOKIE no pressure tho

Im on anon but Im sure you can figure out who I am so it don't really matter but I gotta keep ya on ya toes 😤

Personality: You know me sooooo well tbh, Introverted as hell, I gotta a dog. I do art, and listen to music really. music is lifeee iykyk. I can yap a lot when Im finally comfy with people Im around. Im just a girl yk I get shy or whatvr.

Fandoms: jjk, l&ds, DS, and tokrev

Trope: childhood friends to lovers, and love are first sight are the two that I simple adore the most.

What’s your Type: someone who is a bit more out there than myself, but also shares the same interests as myself. I wanna be able to paint with them or even sharing playlists/song that remind me of my partner. Someone who could burn the world for me but is actually really sweet yk? like dress how you want I can fight.

Favorites: Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Inumaki, Rafayel, Xavier, Shinazugawa brothers, tengen, Haitani brothers, Haruchiyo, Hanma

➼ Icks: FUCKING KISAKI DO NOT 🔫.

Hi there my pookie wookie bear ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ)!♡ I know exactly who this is but I will let you keep your anonymity if that is what you desire my love. Thank you for the congratulations and for taking part in this event I adore you! That being said, let's do the damn thing!

First I match you with Rafayel from Love & Deepspace!

⤜♡→ Rafayel is so dramatic, you better be able to deal with his sass. He’s such a grump. But only because of how dearly he loves you. He has waited for you time and time again and he will stop at nothing to make you fall for him over and over again. Even if its through hearing your laughter at his dramatics.

⤜♡→ You have a dog? Yeah, Rafayel is jealous of the baby doggie. If he feels you are giving more of your attention to your pet he throws himself on the bed next to you, huffing dramatically until your focus was on him. “Oh no don’t mind me I’m just over here dying from the lack of love and affection. Please go back to what you were doing, I’m not a good boy or anything.” He huffs, his cheeks puffed out in a pout. Yeah, he’s so dramatic its insane.

⤜♡→ This man is so devoted to you, he will never miss an opportunity to spend time with you. Despite the way he behaves he is very emotionally intelligent. Rafayel is very in tune with your emotions, he always seems to know when you're not feeling your best. And he is fully prepared to do whatever he can t see you smile again. (Or handle anyone who dared make you feel lesser than.)

⤜♡→ His love languages definitely strikes me as quality time and physical touch. Rafayel needs to have his hands on you at all times. Not even remotely in a sexual way. He is perfectly content so long as he can feel your hand in his, kissing the backs of your knuckles occasionally. Or even listening to the music you had curated for him in a playlist as you both painted in his studio. He just wanted to be around you at all times, so long as he was in your proximity he was happy.

Rafayel snorted as you bustled around his studio, setting up for some trend you had seen online. Rafael loved that you shared his love for art, nothing made him happier than sharing his passion with the woman he was most passionate about. He followed your instructions, sitting down at the table across from you. You explained the premise of the activity. You both would start with a canvas, swapping in intervals of five minutes to add elements to each piece. By the end of it you would have two pieces of collaborative art that you both created together. His heart soared at the idea. Knowing he would have two pieces of art you both created from start to finish together made him fall even more in love with you. He was already picturing the perfect sport for them in his gallery, he might even attend the next exhibition to boast about the pieces. But this was Rafayel it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t tease you just a bit. Resting his cheek in his palm as he looked at you from across the table.

“Five minutes? You can't put a timer on my artistic perfection, starfish.” He said dramatically, putting a hand to his chest to emphasize his words. “Oh?” He heard you coo. “Is that what you call it? Or are you scared my additions will be better than yours, hm?” He gasped, crossing his arms, furrowing his brows with a pout on his lips. He sucked his teeth, making a tsking sound. “What-ev-er.” He punctuated each syllable to add to his dramatics. Eyes now alight with determination, prepared to make these the best creations he had ever made, just to make you swallow your words. The next two hours were met with rounds of smack-talking exchanged through giggles and refusals to let Rafayel steal kisses (a clear ruse to let his eyes wander to what you were doing in that round).

When you were both done he had hung them to dry eyes wandering over the canvases. The knowledge that you had both made your contributions to each piece made this feel so intimate, so special. It made him feel so in love, so moved. Unable to help himself. He turned to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck. Lips hovering over your own. “I love you, my beloved bride.” The age-old nickname fell from his lips before he could realize it, silencing any questions you could have about the meaning of his words by connecting his lips with yours. Rafayel has loved you countless times, in countless lifetimes, and over and over again he would make you his wife. And this one was no exception.

⤜♡→ Oh GOD Megumi just SCREAMS childhood best friends to lovers to me I’m so sorry! Like being like Shoko’s little sister, raised right beside Megumi within the walls of Jujutsu Tech. The two of you growing and training together. You definitely had a backyard wedding at like five and you bring it up all the time cause he gets so flustered. DHBSDICHF

⤜♡→ Please be patient with Megumi the poor boy is emotionally constipated and absolutely HOPELESS. He tries so hard to keep it from seeming like he cares, but he is so in love with you its actually insane. He would risk his life time and time again just if it meant you’d be safe.

⤜♡→ Megumi gets JEALOUS he pretends like he couldn’t care less but hearing you speak with Inumaki, fully fluent in his ingredient speech, just know he is seething. He knows you can be a bit reserved at first but seeing you talking so freely and laughing with him makes the ugly green monster rear his head. He’s gonna give you the silent treatment, he’s so dramatic in a relationship I just know it.

⤜♡→Formation B was definitely started by you and Gojo. A thousand percent it was. I feel like Gojo knew about your feelings before Megumi did, and oh boy did our favorite blue-eyed meddler try and fail so long to play match maker. (Def cried and was so dramatic about you two getting together, I love him sm).

Panic consumed Megumi’s entire being, Nue’s wings couldn’t carry you both fast enough back within the walls of Jujutsu Tech. It had all happened so fast. It was just supposed to be a grade two curse, something the both of you would be able to handle with your eyes closed. But a special grade had appeared out of nowhere, he watched helplessly as you were attacked. Tears stung his eyes as he landed, collecting you in his arms. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, stay with me.” He begs, rushing as fast as his feet would carry him to the hospital wing where Shoko was. He watched with bated breaths as you were taken from his arms. Neither of you capable of reversed cursed technique, this was bad. This was so very bad. Megumi wasn’t very forthcoming with his feelings, often hiding behind his stoic persona. He never told you he loved you, what if he lost you? What if you slipped from his fingers before he could tell you how he felt?

The next hours were torturous, he all but leaped from his seat as Shoko emerged. He heaved a sigh of relief to hear you were stable, that you had pulled through. He didn’t leave your side, ignoring Gojo and Itadori’s pleas with him to sleep in his own bed, to eat something. He couldn’t stomach the idea, couldn’t bring himself to leave your side. He was sat in a chair next to your bed eyes drooping as he struggled to stay awake. Though he felt like he was doused with ice-cold water as he heard you groan, your eyes finally fluttering open. His body moved quickly, scrambling to your form, careful not to harm any of your injuries. He was careful when he cupped your cheeks, tears falling once more as he called out your name in a mix of shock and relief, head coming to rest in your chest as he sobbed. He didn’t care, couldn’t be bothered to push his emotions down.

“Moonlight, almost made me a single dad, you ass”. He joked through sobs trying his damnedest to relieve some of the tension that filled the room like a heavy fog. You had always claimed that his divine dogs were your children, he’d give you the satisfaction elated to hear your voice once more. His ears perked up when you let out a soft laugh at his words, frowning seeing you wincing a bit as you spoke. “I could never leave you and our babies all alone it’ll take more than that to get rid of me.” Your words put him at ease more than you know, he couldn’t control himself any longer, however. He almost lost you, he couldn’t live another moment without letting you know how he felt. His lips met yours before you knew what was happening. His hand gently cupping the back of your neck as he deepened the embrace. He pulled from you, pressing his forehead against your own, eyes boring into your own.

“I love you, I love everything about you. I love your smile, I love your laugh, I love how you always know when I need you most, I love that you always know just what to say, I love your devotion, I love the way you're willing to lay your life on the line for your friends. I can't imagine another moment going by without telling you. I spent so long keeping it to myself but I will use the last breath in my lungs to tell you how much I love you. Its always only ever been you, so please don’t leave me. I cant bear to live in a world that your aren’t in.” He huffs his heart sinking when he hears your laughter, bracing himself for rejection. “I love you too silly Gumi-Bear. Took you long enough, I thought I was going to have to do it for you.” In that moment he couldn’t help but join in on your laughter heart soaring at finally being able to call you his.