#third one is now my second most favorite outfit ever

[cozylittleartblog]

cute clothes ✨

[the-fluff-piece]

Moving in together

Finally, you found a flat and will live together!

How will this work out with monster three, Law and Smoker?

Modern world AU headcanon about moving and living to together. Sfw and funny

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Zoro

Doesn't own furniture

He basically lived in Nami's closet, paying her full rent. One day he just left his stuff at your place and said "hope it's ok". Now his name is on the doorbell next to yours.

Cannot assemble ikea furniture. The orientation of wooden parts relative to the other parts is a mystery to him. The first week, you will sleep on a mattress on the floor

His clothes will fit in two drawers

He'll be running around the flat naked very often. You don't mind.

Will build a little gym in one corner and work out daily

Law

Previously lived in a basement, is overwhelmed by windows and high ceilings

Brings mostly generic furniture, but has a few Antique gems in his possession

Says things like "can't wait to have you in my bed for good" when you decide to sell yours and take his antique bed with beautiful wood carvings

Even though he doesn't seem excited about your big, fluffy blankets in pastels you'll soon find him as a blanket burrito on the couch

Cannot hide his grumpiness from you anymore, has to confront it by silently cuddling up to you

Sanji

All his stuff is second hand but in good condition, probably from flea markets

Has already planned your shared Home long before you brought it up

Has several breakdowns during moving because he is a perfectionist, needs lots of kisses and hugs and a cooking break to function again

The flat has an extra room which he loves to think of as the nursery, starting a loving family of his own is always on his mind since he met you

Luffy

Moves out from a strange flatting situation with his friends, basically brings them with him

Will hang the walls with posters of insects

Wakes up every morning full of energy listening to his favorite playlists, jumping through the flat. Since you taught him how to use the coffee maker, he at least serves you some coffee

your fridge is always either full of stuff - or empty. there is no in between.

Smoker

All his things are grey and generic. Except his old army stuff, that's army colored

he ist the most efficient mover ever. He carries your freezer up to the third floor without an elevator

He is confused by some of the stuff you bring with you. Why do you need all those stuffed animals? Shawls? Blankets? It's soft though. He likes to touch your soft things when he feels like no one's watching.

Other things openly excite him. Like all that underwear, your sexy outfits. Now he can look at all of them and suggest what you could wear for the next date...

[thoughtsonlou]

I just got back to my hotel after the Away From Home Festival and I needed to document my thoughts! This is the third festival in a row that I have attended and so far, this was my personal best experience. In Spain, I had planned poorly and ended up feeling dehydrated and sick, Italy was a travel nightmare (and the worst merch stand experience I have ever had), but Mexico was organized so well. Starting off, I actually got my bracelet this time (unlike Italy where most of them got thrown in the trash??). The merch line was short and efficient (I got a beautiful t-shirt—Louis’ merch never misses). The entire area was lively with colorful food stands, banners, lights, a giant AFHF sign in front of some stone. There was plenty of space, but it still felt like there were a lot of people there. The atmosphere was so chill, I loved it. Surprisingly, I never felt hot, the sun went down quickly and there was a gusty breeze most of the night.

Now for the music…

I completely missed Rodrigo Leal. I could hear Gibby while I went through the line outside (and I saw him later getting photos with fans). I thought he sounded great. I listen to some of his songs sometimes. Reverend and the Makers were better than I thought they would be. The lead singer fumbling with the Mexican flag was a bit comical, but they sounded tight as a group. Honestly, Dylan was kind of my favorite (of the openers). I didn’t really vibe with her music before the concert, but she was great on stage, and I respect that she cut all the Harry stuff. She added a rock edge to her more pop-y songs, and it changed them for the better. I don’t know she was just so charismatic on stage I dug it. Kevin Kaarl was clearly adored by the audience. Unfortunately, I don’t speak a word of Spanish, so I did not understand anything (and may have taken a bit of a snooze on the ground during his set). However, that is not to say I thought he was bad, quite the opposite. It was a nice change of pace, and his voice was moving. I love the DMA’s and were stoked that they were performing this year. They did not disappoint. I was a little distracted because Oli was like fifteen feet away from me singing along and dancing it was really cute 😊. It was so cool to have such a big band there at Louis’ festival. Ooooh the lineup was certainly my favorite of all the AFHFs I have been to so far. Spain is a close second, but I truly loved every act here, and in the case of Dylan, found her way more compelling in person.

Now for Louis…

He is pretty isn’t he. I can’t believe he essentially wore the poster as his outfit. His hair was perfect, and his skin glistening.

My top five songs from the night (in order of the setlist) were: MEGAMIX—All this time is the perfect song argue with the wall, and the live album made me appreciate the intro and transition between att and sibwawc even more than before, I though all of those sounds were prerecorded track, but I saw Steve messing with one of those sound board thingies in real time… neat! WALLS—this song just makes me emotional, especially when the crowd is so into it like they were tonight. BACK TO YOU—as much as I love a sappy moment, a festival set should be energetic and fun, and that’s what back to you is, she had me jumpin’. SATURDAYS—I admire that he has the confidence to sing alone at the microphone with hardly any backing instrumental for that long, it is so pretty, but when that build up pays off it is soooo good, the wall of sound was really taking the pain away on this Saturday. SILVER TONGUES—trust I meant it when I said, ‘I don’t feel like going home,’ what a jovial song I’m smiling just thinking about it, this song fills me with warmth!!

The instrumental outro is sick, and I can never remember what it sounds like, so that was fun to hear. I was trying not to be a grouch about the 1d songs, but why is night changes there for real? If he replaced it with We Made It, or HEADLINE?!?!?! this would be a darn good setlist. Drag me down is actually pretty good in my opinion. Where do Broken Hearts Go is fine live, but I dislike it in principle (if you’re going to sing a 1d cover, at least pick one you wrote on?).

The worst part of the night was when Chris walked right in front of me during night changes.

The best part of the night was going balls to the walls during Silver Tongues.

Truly the night (especially Louis’ set) flew by! I had a great time and cannot wait to see what is in store for next year :)

[ravencoloredroses]

Twenty One Questions

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Nyx and Reader have been on a couple of dates, but they don’t really know much about each other.

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 2,013

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Most of the first dates I’ve ever been on ended poorly. Either the guy was a total creep with a foot fetish or he was way out of my league and knew it, both options never lead to a second date. The first second date I ever had was with Nyx. It was a complete shock to me when he first asked me out, he was just so fucking handsome. Walking into the restaurant to meet him, I thought he was going to be exactly like the other guys I went on dates with… I could not have been more wrong.

At the end of our first date he asked if he could walk me home. I normally would have said no, but I didn’t get any indication that Nyx had bad intentions, so I said yes. When we reached my house, he didn’t try to kiss me, instead he held my hand and looked me in the eyes as he asked, “When can I see you again?”

Now I’m getting ready for our third date, but Nyx wouldn’t tell me where we are going. He did tell me to dress casually, so I just picked out a pair of jeans and a sweater. I hear a knock at the door and rush downstairs to answer it. Nyx is smiling from ear to ear while holding a shopping bag full of snacks and balancing an assortment of pillows and blankets “Nyx! What is all this?” I ask, stepping aside to let him in. He’s laughing as he passes me.

“This is our date tonight!” He says excitedly while setting his things down on the couch. He’s wearing loose sweat pants and a simple cotton t-shirt. A striking contrast from his normal fashion. When his hands are finally free, I throw my arms around him for a hug. We haven’t actually kissed yet, so a hello hug is fine for now. “I told you to dress comfy.” He takes a step back to examine my outfit. “Jeans are not comfy.” He pouts.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you set up whatever it is you brought all these for... ” I gesture to the mountain of pillows. “While I go change.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Nyx laughs while he watches me scurry up the stairs to change. I practically sprint over to my closet and take off my jeans to replace them with my favorite pair of leggings. I decide to keep my sweater on because it was kinda chilly downstairs.

When I hurry back to the living room I pause on the stairs. Nyx has drug the dining room chairs in and placed blankets overtop of them to create a fort. He peeks his head out of the ‘door’ when we hears me. “Whatcha think?”

“It’s- It’s amazing!” I say as he makes his way over to me. “How did you do that so fast?”

He laughs and shyly rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve had practice. My uncles and I used to make them a lot when I was growing up.” I’m left speechless while I admire his work. “Come on, it’s so much better on the inside.” Nyx grabs my hand to lead me over to the fort. He lifts up the blanket and I duck my head to climb inside. He doesn’t drop my hand as he joins me. He’s right. The inside is so much better. There is just enough space for both of us to sit comfortably even surrounded by pillows.

I didn’t know what Nyx planned for our date so I didn’t think too much about what we’d be doing. Now that I know it’s just gonna be us eating and talking all night, I’m struggling to find things to talk about. I know a little bit about Nyx, enough to know that I really like him, but I don’t know much else.

“I’ve been thinking….” I look over to Nyx nervously. He gives my hand a light squeeze encouraging me to continue. “I don’t know all that much about you, but I really want to. ”

“You know, I was just thinking that. I want to get to know you too Y/N. How about we play 21 questions?” When I look at him confused, he explains. “We ask 21 questions and we take turns answering them.”

I turn my body to face him and smile widely. “That sounds fun! Do you want to go first?”

He gives a nod and thinks for a moment. “What’s your favorite color?”

“That’s an easy one.” I laugh a little. “Blue.”

Nyx matches my laugh. “We’ll start off easy and go from there. Mine’s blue as well.”

I could have been more specific… My favorite color isn’t just blue. It’s the same shade as his eye color, but that might be too much to admit to right now.

“My turn?” I ask and Nyx nods. “Hmmm. Are you a morning or a night person?”

“Definitely a night person, but I don’t mind mornings because I have to get up early and train. What about you?”

“I’m the same way! Well, minus the training part. I’m totally a night person, but I like mornings too!”

Nyx looks down at where our hands are still connected. “Would you want to join me at training some time?”

“Is that one of your questions?” I ask, most definitely blushing, so I try to laugh it off.

“I guess that depends on your answer.” He swiftly replies.

My god this boy is gonna drive me crazy. I give his hand a light squeeze. “I would love to join you for training, Nyx.”

“Well then. I guess it’s your turn.”

“Ummm. Where’s your favorite place you’ve ever visited?”

“The Winter Court. It’s so beautiful. What’s yours?”

I suddenly regret asking that question. Staring at our linked hands calms me and helps avoid his eye. “I’ve, um. I’ve actually never been out of the Night Court…”

“I’ll take you to the Winter Court. You’ll love it.” Nyx says in a low voice and my eyes shoot up to his, but he must mistake my shocked expression because he starts to back track. “Only if you want to, of course. I would never want you to feel like-“

“Nyx.” I stop his rambling. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Winter Court. I would be honored if you would let me join you.” His shoulders sag in relief and I realize how nervous we both are. “How about we rapid fire the questions off?” I ask, hoping that if we get through these questions faster we can get rid of the nerves.

“I love that idea.” Nyx smiles brightly. “Is it my turn?” I nod and wait for him to think of a question.

“What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

“Loud chewers.” I shudder just think about it.

“Mine is walking in the house with shoes on.”

“Do you have any hidden talents?”

“Nope. Not a single one.” He looks at me expectantly.

“I can say the alphabet backwards in under two seconds.” I say shyly.

“What?!? Okay, you have to show me.”

“We’re rapid firing, remember?” I crack a smile.

“Fine, but don’t think I’ll forget about it.” He points a finger at me and matches my smile. “Any bad habits?”

I sigh and look down. “I bite my nails.”

Nyx loosens his grip on my hand and turns it over to examine my finger nails. I want to pull away, but I don’t want to hide from him. This whole date is about getting to know eachother. My breath gets caught in my throat when Nyx pulls my hand up to his mouth and kisses my knuckles.

“Mine is eating my boogers.” He says seriously. I jerk my hand away from his and then he bursts into laughter. “I’m just kidding! It was a joke!”

“It better be.” I do my best to hide my smile, but I can’t resist laughing along with Nyx.

“It is! I promise! I was just trying to get you to laugh. I think it worked.” He grabs my hand again. “My bad habit is actually slouching. My dad is always correcting my posture.” He makes a point to sit up straight and it looks painfully uncomfortable, so it doesn’t take long before he’s back to his usual position.

“What’s your love language?” I blurt out without thinking and immediately regret it. This is something I’m curious about, but it’s not really a third date type of question. Thankfully Nyx doesn’t seem to think so.

“I think mine is physically touch, but I’ve never really had the opportunity to explore the others.”

“That’s mine!” I lift up our joint hands. “I figured it was yours too, but I wanted to ask.” I also want to ask what his comment about ‘not having the opportunity to explore the other love languages’ means, but I’m too afraid.

“Biggest fear?” Nyx pulls my attention back to him.

“Bats.” My shoulders shake at the thought.

“Really?” Nyx asks, clearly amused and I nod. “Mine is death.”

“That’s understandable. What about the top thing on your bucket list?”

“Having a family.”

“Mine is becoming a mother.”

Our eyes meet again and something clicks in my head. I thought that I just liked Nyx, turns out these questions made me realize that it’s so much more than that. I’ve only known Nyx for a short period of time, but it feels like we’ve known eachother our whole lives. Like we’re supposed to be together. We just kind of stare at each other for a while. Neither of us daring to speak and ruin the moment.

I wish I could know what Nyx was thinking because I can see the gears turning, but I have no idea where his head is at. Does he feel the same way? I hope he does. It feels like he does or else he wouldn’t be here with me, right?

I decide to be brave and then us back to the game. “It’s um.. It’s your turn.” Nyx shuffles closer to me little by little until our knees are touching. My breathing stops as he lifts his free hand to rest against my cheek. He looks between my eyes, gauging my reaction. Nyx pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and smoothes his thumb over my cheek which doesn’t help my breathing situation, but I don’t want him to stop. Unknowingly, I lean into his hand. Yeah, both of our love languages are definitely physical touch. We haven’t dropped eye contact, but I notice that he is much closer now than he was a few seconds ago. Only when his face is inches from mine does he whisper his question.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate and neither does he before his lips fall onto mine. Nyx releases my hand and uses his to cup both sides of my face as I begin to kiss back. My hands fly up around his neck and play with the back of his hair.

It doesn’t take long for our kiss to deepen. I push up onto my knees and Nyx soon follows. Our bodies fit perfectly together, especially when his hands roam around my body then finally settle onto my waist. Feeling bold, my tongue licks across his bottom lip and he lets me in. We aren’t fighting for dominance, we are exploring eachother and taking our time to do it.

Eventually, when we have to break away for air, Nyx kisses my nose, which makes me giggle, and then presses our foreheads together.

“Do you want to finish the questions?” I ask while trying to catch my breath.

“Not really.” Nyx caresses my cheek.

“Good. Me neither.” I move closer as he leans back.

“Don’t think I’ll forget about the alphabet thing.” He smirks. I dramatically sigh and roll my eyes, but I’m thankful that he didn’t lean back for other reasons.

“Now.” Nyx draws my attention back to him and I notice he’s leaning in again. “Where were we?”

[nodulemodule]

Hey!! Do you mind sharing with us your Shadamy headcannons for both the in game universe and your AU?

Abso-fucking-lutely!

There’s a lot of overlap between my au and general headcannons in terms of the ship itself so I’m just lumping it into all one category

I never enjoyed the idea of Sonic being jealous or made as a bad guy or something in order for Shadamy to happen. Sonic is a G, he is the third wheel, he’s the best man at the wedding. They’re all cool.

Shadow doesn’t like sweets at all. He likes his coffee sickeningly bitter and rarely eats anything sugary. However, the second he meets Amy it’s as if sweetness starts seeping it’s way into everything Shadow eats or makes. He doesn’t even realize at first until his friends remark on how much better the coffee he makes tastes. This was a detail in the au and those who noticed get extra points.

Amy is absolutely floored everytime shadow gets a new outfit. (Or I guess any outfit in general) Every. Single. Time. Shadow is too, but is way better at hiding it. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t screaming internally everytime Amy gets a costume change.

Shadow does absolutely nothing to try and calm Amy down during her bursts of fury. He thinks it’s cute and would rather watch her beat some guy to a pulp in admiration.

Rouge was the first to realize Shadow liked Amy after Omega pointed out his heart rate increasing. Rouge was surprisingly oblivious beforehand but very proud after.

Silver was the last to be told about them because he cannot keep a secret to save his life.

Amy is one of the few to make Shadow laugh. Usually not on purpose. And Shadow has a very loud evil supervillain laugh that is intimidating to most but Amy finds absolutely charming.

Shadow still will not let Amy live up the time she mistook Shadow for Sonic. Perhaps in the early days this moment annoyed or bothered him, but now he just finds it hilarious.

Shadow would definitely give someone a death glare for messing with Amy, but only when she’s not looking as to not embarrass her. Amy, however, will go full sicko mode on your ass in front of the entire Walmart.

Shadows favorite features about Amy are her smile and hair.

Amy’s favorite features about Shadow are his height and the tired lines around his eyes that I imagine are there.

Shadow is an early bird who helps drag Amy out of bed and also the night owl that helps her wobble her way back.

Shadow doesn’t believe in Tarot but endures it for Amy’s sake. This annoys her until she realizes that means he doesn’t actually know how it works and totally uses that to lie to him.

Shadow taught her to ride a motorcycle and once she starts riding it on her own he thinks it’s the most amazing thing he has ever seen

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || ten

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(10/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; oral sex; past references to SA

Word Count: 3,070+

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     You hadn’t been shopping in such a long time. Sure, whenever one of your online dates told you the attire was formal or business casual, you’d go out and buy the one thing that would complete the outfit. A sweater, a necklace, heels. This, however, was a different ordeal.

You needed a new dress, preferably one of holiday color, and accessories to go with it. You debated skipping the most expensive store on the block because of your wild imagination concocting a scene of you, a pretty woman, being thrown out. It had never happened before and it certainly wouldn’t happen now, especially in today’s climate.

Still, you were trying to find a reason not to spend money in that store.

Because the red dress on display was absolutely the dress of your dreams.

“Oh, shoot. I was going to buy that.”

You turned to the woman who had crept up beside you—the spy who had crept up beside you. “Sucks.”

Natasha’s smile split into a comical, incredulous one. Pure, unlike anything you’ve seen on the former Russian spy. “And the bite has come out.”

You rolled your eyes. “You Avengers have been pissing me off lately. In particular, the blond hunk.”

“He is a blond hunk, huh?”

“He may piss me off, but I won’t ignore the fact that he’s handsome.”

She nodded, agreeing. “So, you going to get the dress?”

“My bank account says no but my heart yearns.”

Natasha chuckled, going to catch the door as someone exited. She motioned at you to enter. You obliged, realizing there was no turning back now. The dress had you by the throat.

“I’ll be looking in the back for mine. Meet me in the dressing rooms when you’re ready,” she told you, walking to the back of the store like she owned the place. And perhaps she did, considering about five different women dropped what they were originally focused on to assist her.

“Can I help you?” one of the attendants asked, her glasses slipping down her nose.

“Could I try on that dress that’s on the mannequin?” you smiled shyly, telling her your dress size afterward. She scurried away, allowing you to find comfort on one of the giant sofas they had for customers.

The dresses all varied by occasion. Some looked like prom dresses, others more formal, some even resembling wedding dresses. The last time you had visited a place like this was for your fourth date ever, and Lainey had chosen all your dresses for you. Even offered to split the bill on your favorite. You had chosen a gorgeous, blue silk dress that had ended up ripped on your date’s floor by the end of the night. Lainey had only laughed, stitching it up after you got home. It’s still hanging at the back of your closet.

You debated wearing that one, but it wasn’t holiday appropriate. Maybe with some long, white gloves and diamonds. But this red dress was more festive, more relevant.

“Here you are!” the attendant announced, carrying the dress in her arms. “Third door on your left. I’ll be over there in a second.”

You took the dress from her, marveling at the velvet fabric. Perfect for the weather, too.

Locking yourself into one of the dressing rooms, you put the dress on as slowly as possible as to not accidentally rip a thread. The minute everything was where it was supposed to be, you slipped on the heels you brought with you, balancing on the wall for a second.

Lainey would have stolen this dress from you, absolutely.

It hugged you perfectly. The soft velvet brushed against your skin flawlessly, no itch and no weird folds. It was warm enough that it would keep you warm inside the compound. The dress had long sleeves ending in a diamond shape, as did the collar. When it reached your hips, the fabric loosened and draped down your legs. Non-suffocating, breezy, and exactly your size. You turned to see the back, eyes widening at how good your ass looked.

You accepted the compliments from the attendant, blushing as her praise started getting louder and louder. Then Natasha rounded the corner, and blew your breath away.

“You look so pretty,” you said honestly.

Natasha blushed pink, smoothing down the fabric at her stomach. Her dress also had sleeves, but they were flowing instead of tight like yours. Like one of those Renaissance dresses. A small voice in your head said you two should switch.

But the Black Widow, even if black and red were her colors, looked more… Real, in blue.

“I’ve never been called pretty in my life.”

You blinked at her. “What?”

“It’s always gorgeous or beautiful. Never pretty,” she said. Then, with a hint of a smile, “I like it better.”

“Well, blue looks really good on you.”

“And red looks amazing on you,” she complimented. You twirled in a tiny circle, earning a chuckle from her. The two of you met in front of the same mirror, modeling the dresses from all angles. Like two best friends on a shopping spree.

A sudden wave of nostalgia washed over you, lighting your heart on fire. In that moment, the realization hit.

You had been so lonely. You are so lonely. Natasha wasn’t even on a friend basis with you, possibly not ever, and yet this felt natural. A much needed feeling. A feeling your soul had been craving since Lainey died.

“It might not be my place, but I am an expert at sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You snorted, “Honestly, same.”

“What did you do to make him feel… safe again?” she asked, her face honest.

“What do you mean?”

Then, while looking at her feet in the mirror, she admitted, “He carried me out.”

“You mean, the other day?”

“He dug me out and carried me to the plane. All the way. For more than just a few seconds.”

Bucky hadn’t mentioned that the other day. And if what she was saying is true, Bucky had accomplished something massive. He was comfortable touching you, sure, but touching other people? You hadn’t explored those experiments yet. You always assumed you’d get a willing participant to practice with you two. Not in a sexual way, of course.

Just… Having Bucky learn how to shake someone else’s hand other than yours.

You shrugged, flustered. “I haven’t done much.”

Natasha scoffed softly, “Sure. He used to cry when our hands brushed during training.” Then, “And he’s smiling more. Yesterday he stayed and had a whole conversation with Clint while he was polishing his bows.”

He was accomplishing all this on his own. Joy and pride encased your heart, warming it a few degrees.

“Bucky just wants peace. The feel of it. Fuzzy blankets, cinnamon, greenery.”

“Yeah, but there’s more to it.”

You didn’t have a response that didn’t directly incriminate Bucky and your naughty time spent together, so you simply nodded.

“So, what would you recommend I do to strengthen our friendship?”

You didn’t know if she was asking for herself, or for a certain blonde Captain.

“He likes jokes. But only when it’s obvious that they’re jokes.”

Her smirk grew as she realized what you meant. “I have to work on being less serious.”

“Try being more open.”

She clicked her tongue, “Difficult, but possible.”

She turned back toward the dressing rooms, giving a quick jut of the head toward the attendant that said she was buying the dress.

Natasha gently called over a shoulder, “Get the dress. Trust me. I hope to see you Saturday.”

~

    The one thing you didn’t expect to happen when you walked into Bucky’s apartment was to have him catapult off the couch, nearly tripping over Axel, and smashing a rough kiss to your mouth.

You immediately responded, opening your mouth as you tilted your head, swallowing his sounds of greed. You initially believed that after kissing you once, it would take a lot for him to kiss you again. More steps in between. But Bucky kissed you like he had been kissing you for eighty plus years, since the 40s, since your souls were nothing but specks in the universe.

“I want to taste you,” he sighed, moving you backward until your back hit the wall. You moaned at the impact, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You didn’t pull, you didn’t brush your fingers against the base of his neck. Your touch was careful, calculated. You thanked whatever entity that allowed you to keep your common sense during a time like this.

Bucky received your touch with gentle moans here and there, his hands grasping at your clothing, as if desperate to tear them off. He stripped your heavy layers one by one, asking you each time he moved on to the next. And everytime you responded with an eager yes, nodding like mad and hoping he’d let you remove his layers as well. He stripped himself of his shirt, answering your siren call of a moan, and paused before he went back to attacking your neck. You took him in for the first time, studying his muscles and his permanent marks. The story of his life, written in his skin.

“I want to taste you,” he repeated, his blush spreading to his collarbones.

“Do you mean—?”

“Yes.”

You whimpered in response, going to grab his shoulders. But Bucky scooped you up, maneuvered your legs around his waist, and walked you to his bedroom. He kicked the door closed on Axel, the dog’s grumble of annoyance falling on deaf ears.

Laying you on the edge of his bed, Bucky kneeled before you. He dragged you forward, spreading your legs until he could fit in between. He looked calm, in tune with his body, almost in a trance.

“You with me?” you checked, swiping a strand of hair from his forehead.

He kissed a trail from your inner knee to mid-thigh, breathing faster. “I’m trying to go slow.”

“Do you need to stop?”

He groaned, his tongue poking out to lick a line against your soft skin. “I’m trying really hard to go slow because I can’t promise I won’t completely devour you. Half of me wants to taste you and bury my face in your warm pussy, while the other half wants to plunge my cock into you over and over until you come with a scream so loud everyone in the compound hears.”

Your breath stuttered, the suddenness of it actually hurting your chest. “No half wants to stop?”

He chuckled against you, his hot breath fanning your clothed center. ��Fuck, no.”

It wasn’t an invitation to suddenly ignore his signs. If he started to turn his shoulders inward, if his face suddenly went blank, or tears started to fall, you had to notice. You had to be aware that these things could still happen. Being verbal was perhaps the best thing that Bucky could be. You just didn’t think it would translate into some of the most toe-curling dirty talk you had ever heard.

His fingers dipped into the waistband of your underwear, a pair you had purposely chosen with care this morning. You doubted Bucky cared what underwear you wore, or if you wore any at all. He snapped his glossy eyes up, swallowing in anticipation. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

He took them off quickly, careful not to tangle your toes within the fabric. He spread your legs even wider and threw your legs over his shoulders. “Talk to me while I do this, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed, instantly cut off by your own moan as Bucky’s lips met your wet ones. He sucked, sinking in the feeling, starting off neutral. Then an experimental swipe of his tongue had you writhing awkwardly.

“Like that,” you moaned, clutching at the bedsheets. For this first time until you talked about it, you’d grab at anything besides his hair. Roughness was not what he needed. “Just like that!”

His mouth closed over your clit, nearly sending you from his strong grip.

“When you’re alone,” he started, licking one long swipe up. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

You whimpered, “Of course I have. I bet you’re picturing it.”

“Bring your hand over here.”

You lifted your left, letting him guide it to your lower half. He moved your fingers through the wetness. “Touch yourself for me.”

You wanted nothing more than his lips back on you. But being watched as you pleasured yourself was an undeniable weakness, twisting something in your stomach to near completion. A thin layer of sweat coated your skin, shining on your chest. By all accounts, you looked amazing. You were still wearing your bra, but you figured Bucky would remove it if he wanted to. Knowing how good you looked encouraged your greedy hands, however. You moved your fingers the same way you did whenever you were alone, flicking at special corners and pinching your clit when needed. For a second, you forgot that Bucky had every intention of finishing you off himself.

You lifted your head, your legs still splayed over his shoulders, and saw him watching your moving hand. Eyebrows scrunched, seemingly concentrated, marveling at what was laid out before him. Studying. Taking notes for later.

Then you saw his flesh arm moving, back and forth, the endgame hidden from your view. You groaned, simply imagining what his cock must look like, and prayed that after he got you off he would let you put his cock in your mouth.

“Do you like watching me fuck myself, Bucky?” Your voice was tastefully clipped, higher than usual.

A muscle in his jaw clenched at the same time his hand did something delectable to himself. He closed his eyes softly, sucking in a long breath.

“I fucking love it.” Then, “How badly do you want to come?”

You rubbed your clit faster, your legs threatening to close. Bucky noticed this, his dark chuckle enough of an answer. “I want to come so bad.”

“How badly do you want my cock?”

You licked your lips, hoping he would understand the secret, but painfully obvious message you were trying to relay.

“I want you so badly,” you admitted, looking him directly in the eyes. Those beautiful, glossy blue eyes. “I want you to pleasure me for hours, and when you’re close, I want you to come inside me. I want you to look at me as you come.”

He moved you so quickly you barely registered being shoved up the bed. Your legs were still balanced on his strong shoulders, but you were bent in half. Your feet dangled in the air as Bucky devoured you once again, sucking and licking like a professional. You screamed as the delicious feeling washed over you, making your thighs vibrate. You threw your head back, screaming Bucky’s name with as much delight as you could muster. Anything to let him know he finished and did a good job.

Once the feeling dwindled to fogginess, Bucky lowered your legs onto the mattress. He immediately clutched at his clothed cock, his face contorting with discomfort.

“Can I?” you asked, licking your lips again.

Bucky hesitated, looking from you to his lower half. After a few teasing seconds, Bucky nodded. He moved to lay on his back, eyeing you as you moved to hover him.

“This okay?”

Bucky gulped a breath, but didn’t throw you off. You shimmied down until your face was in front of his cock, then another nod of his head gave you the permission to lower his sweatpants.

You knew he was massive, but you had painted a very dull picture in your head. Cocks weren’t inherently pretty, but his was. The same color of his toned stomach, veins curving around the girth, and a pretty pink tip. Though, by how close he was, the tip was redder than ever.

“Ready?” you said, wrapping a warm and steady around him. His hips shot off the mattress, but his hands remained at his sides. Clutching at the sheets similar to how you did. He clenched his eyes shut, baring his naked throat at you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his mouth parting. “Yes, please.”

“Well, because you asked so nicely.”

That invisible entity you had been praying to received another blessed praise the moment you tasted him. Not too salty, clean, and just the right amount of pre-come.

You worked him up and down, swallowing as much as you were able, using your fist for what you couldn’t fit. When you traveled up, you made sure to lick his dripping slit, to suck his tip like the expert you were.

Bucky wasn’t silent. Nowhere close to it. He panted and groaned with every suck, whined when your saliva began to drip from the corners of your mouth, and practically screamed when you clenched your throat.  

“Where do you want to come?”

Bucky answered quickly, “Not on your face. Never on your face.”

You refused to dwell on that comment. You moved off him and laid back down, letting him climb back on top of you to finish himself off. He worked his cock until his stomach clenched, then he spilled onto your stomach and lower half. He gripped the headboard with his metal hand, splintering the wood.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. When he was sober and neutral, he had a certain wonder attached to his presence. When he was flustered and drunk with pleasure, he had a carnal and divine look to him. Jaw falling slack, hooded eyes, those angelic strands of loose hair framing his soft cheeks.

It was safe to say, as Bucky Barnes unleashed himself upon your skin and in turn showed you his most vulnerable side, you felt as if you would die for him.

He fell beside you, chuckling as the lavender haze overtook him as well. “Let’s do that again.”

You went to eagerly accept, but a voice interrupted, cutting through the moment.

“I’ve taken the liberty of making your walls extra soundproof, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Was that God?” you asked, sitting up as you inspected the ceiling.

Bucky rubbed a hand down his face. “Don’t give Jarvis a complex.”

“Too late, Sergeant Barnes. Have a delightful second round.”

~

[toruq]

im sending u these ones specifically bc i know ur less connected to ur mc than to anne muhahaha >:333

12. What does your character look like? Which hairstyle and make up do you prefer on them?

13. What is your character's name? Do you wish to change it, if the function ever makes its way into the game?

14. How do you dress your character? Do you coordinate the outfits between Rider and Horse?

and if u feel like it im curious about these:

23. Which Druid Circle do you prefer? Is there a reason for your preference? Is it tied to the Soul Rider of the Circle?

20. What part of the Main Story is your favorite?

11. How many horses do you own in total? Did it use to be more, or are you still missing a few?

04. Which Horse was your first purchase? Do you still own that horse, and what did you name it?

05. Which Horse is your favorite? Do you own said horse, or are you simply dreaming of buying it?

juni you must hate me or something

under the cut because there's so much to answer (mostly about my mc that i neglect so hard)

12. What does your character look like? Which hairstyle and make up do you prefer on them?

ok, here is ida. i draw her based on the old player model but in the new player model she looks a bit different. I use this chunky highlight hair because it somewhat hides the fact that her ears stick out now when wearing a hat/helmet (this pisses me off the most about the new characters). but she used to have this black hair, and of course dark eye makeup. it's a lot like what i do irl

13. What is your character's name? Do you wish to change it, if the function ever makes its way into the game?

Ida Riverwood! I don't ever want to change it. I actually really like it and I'm surprised my kid self was smart enough to choose that

14. How do you dress your character? Do you coordinate the outfits between Rider and Horse?

you can kinda see how i dress her in those pics of her, usually a dark color scheme and yes I coordinate it with the horse. I actually dress her in a lot of sweaters and typically with proper breeches and tall boots and helmet as if it were a regular english outfit irl. I occasionally dress her and her horse in western gear, or use streetwear if she's off the horse

23. Which Druid Circle do you prefer? Is there a reason for your preference? Is it tied to the Soul Rider of the Circle?

you may be surprised, but I like the moon circle just a smidgen more than the sun circle, though they are in close competition. I just love the aspects of both of them, visions & teleportation. I find it so interesting and quite applicable to real life, at least personally, because of how I experience life with PTSD. it is easy to convey my mind through comics about the powers of these circles.

20. What part of the Main Story is your favorite?

oh my, if you can count the storyline in SSL as a predecessor to SSO, i would say Anne's first trip to Pandoria to save Concorde. in SSO, it's surprising but seeing Anne without saving her must have been my favorite. I was disappointed with the actual saving Anne quest, but seeing Pandoria for the first time in SSO was an experience I won't forget, even though I prefer the atmosphere of Pandoria in SSL

11. How many horses do you own in total? Did it use to be more, or are you still missing a few?

oh my. 64. I once sold the green whinfell because i found it so ugly. But I felt so bad and rebought it a year or two ago.

04. Which Horse was your first purchase? Do you still own that horse, and what did you name it?

this little POS, Carrotwinner. I still have him. pic taken just now

05. Which Horse is your favorite? Do you own said horse, or are you simply dreaming of buying it?

can you logically ask me this question Juni?

just kidding, my favorite (purchasable) horse is this little guy, and I'm so lucky to have him. I think he was either the second or third old fjord I bought, and I have three. the white one, and orange thing I also have.

[genork-the-fandork]

Fissure

Word Count: 494 Prompt: Mystery Labyrinth Featured Characters: Shinigami A/N: Some major liberties have been taken with this one. It's simply a theory of what might have happened after we leave Shinigami. I'm probably totally wrong, but all I can hope is that Kodaka won't come after me, haha. Anyway, I love Shinigami, and though she's not quite my top favorite (more like second from the top, perhaps), I wanted to give her something to make up for that ending. Here's to our favorite death god! @raincodeweek

All alone again. As a death god was meant to be.

It was boring as hell. HA! HELL!

Nothing was mysteriful anymore. Shinigami knew it was because she'd given Yuma the out. Was it so wrong that she'd hoped, somewhere deep down, that he wouldn't take it? That it would just be the two of them, trying to find a way out of the Mystery Labyrinth? Find a way around reaping the soul of the culprit? Out of everyone she had ever formed a contract with, he had definitely been her favorite. Even if their entire relationship was based on a lie.

She sighed, twirling a strand of her pink-and-white hair. There was no point returning to the Book of Death. It was unlikely anyone interesting was going to open it now. After Yuma, there was no one who was going to be quite so entertaining.

If a death god was capable of love, Shinigami liked to think she had found something akin to it in Yuma.

Floating over to the entrance of the Mystery Labyrinth, Shinigami touched down on the ground for the first time in centuries. It felt weird, putting all of her weight on her feet. She turned to the Labyrinth and stared up at it. The manifestation of Kanai Ward's Ultimate Secret. What would happen to this place, now that all had been revealed? She hadn't reaped Makoto's soul, but surely this labyrinth would have to disappear now that the truth had been revealed?

Wait a minute.

Shinigami summoned her scythe and stared at it. She tapped the blade on the ground beneath her feet. A fissure appeared at the point of contact. With a grin, Shinigami leapt into the air, swinging the scythe up, up, up—and with a violent swing down, she hit the labyrinth with as much force as she could. Much like the fissure below her, the entire labyrinth, including the giant skull affixed to the front, cracked right down the middle. She cheered as the Mystery Labyrinth collapsed, along with all of the secrets that only she and one other person remembered. A third would only remember if the universe decided it was right.

What a shame that she had a tendency to ignore the universe.

She rested her scythe on her shoulder and watched the Labyrinth crumble into nothingness. There was no point in a Mystery Labyrinth that had been solved, for the most part, where the truth had been revealed to the entirety of Kanai Ward. Kanai Ward's Ultimate Secret was not quite so secret anymore. It never would be again. Not after everything Yuma had done to find the truth.

"Guess I'll have to take a peek in the human world," she mused to herself. "Though I might want to find a different outfit. Would hate for Master to recognize me right away."

If Shinigami had anything to say about it, all hell was about to break loose. In a good way.

[thequeenofnightmares]

My new Jurdan fanfic is up!

How The King Of Elfhame Got His First Tattoo.

Jude and Cardan can't keep their hands off each other, and all of their wild antics eventually gives Cardan an idea . . . something that will show the world his devotion to Jude.

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“Mm—” I bit down on the rest of the sound as Cardan’s tongue grazed the hollow at my throat. His breath was hot on my skin. He was too good at this.

We had been kissing for nearly an hour, having quietly snuck free from the revel happening a few paces away in the woods. His hands had roamed all over me by now. My cheeks were flushed and my lips felt raw, and still I wanted more.

I stifled another sound as Cardan blew a breath into my ear. He was going to keep kissing me like this until I let myself moan, I realized.

I knew he liked when I made noises; and he knew that I would do anything to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing them. This all made for a playful and dangerous game; but, if I was being honest, it was my favorite game to play.

Cardan reached back to twine his fingers in my hair, his other hand toying with the golden kamarband at my bare waist.

It was maybe the most Elfhame outfit I’d ever worn to a revel; my midriff was left exposed, the gold and black embossed bralette that covered my breasts hardly more than a whisper against my skin. My shimmering golden sarong, tied delicately to a large ring of gold on the side of my thigh, was now hitched up scandalously high as Cardan pulled one of my legs up to hook around his waist. His fingers thrummed through the laces of my sandals, tied up high on my calf, as he stroked a finger down my leg.

I might have looked like a woodland sprite, had it not been for the crown of gold atop my head that marked me as Cardan’s Queen.

My queen, he’d called me all night. And, I’ll admit, I rather liked it.

His fingers tickled my skin, trailing across the kamarband, then down, then up, then across again. They left gooseflesh in their wake. I stifled another noise. I could feel his smile against my throat.

His hands were his third favorite things to use to make me act this way. His second was his tongue.

But I had weapons, too. And I also liked to hear his noises.

I moved against him, undulating my hips to match a sway in the music from the revel behind us. He sucked air in through his teeth and pressed his fingers tighter, pulling my leg closer around his waist. His lips moved back to my mouth. I allowed him one deep kiss before lacing my fingers through the curls at the back of his neck and guiding his mouth back to my throat. He obliged me.

With my head thrown back, I breathed heavily a few times to make him think I was going to moan. His body melted against mine, forging itself against me as if he could absorb the sounds he thought I was about to make. He continued his ministrations on my neck, traveling down and up, up and down, more passionately than he had before. Certain that he was about to win.

I smiled, then moved my hand to gently grasp his throat. He was panting as I pushed his head aside. And bit down on his neck.

It was just as hard as he always liked it, and enough that he rasped out a gasping breath before he caught himself from going further.

But I wanted to hear him louder.

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Read the rest on AO3!

[wolfkitty42]

My Thoughts On The 2023 HoYoFair.

Wow. This year was full of utter gems. I'm just going to link a couple of the ones I especially enjoyed, and put my thoughts on them below.

I was extremely hyped up for Shadows in the Sand. It's always been a quest I enjoyed, and Jeht is by far one of my favorite npcs. (Although I hope some day she won't just be an npc... Make her playable, Mihoyo!) While I felt like the short was a little rushed, it was still a wonderful tribute to the quest. I love the reveal at the end with Jeht removing her mask. It was also nice to see Lumine!

I was also very hyped up for Times Changed after seeing teaser images for it. I adore Lumine's new outfit! I didn't really enjoy the short that much, but I admire the quality of the animation. If you're looking for Genshin fan animations to watch, try this one!

When I saw PROGENITOR: Albedo had gotten a second episode, I was thrilled! For those who haven't seen any of this series, I highly recommend checking it out. Here's hoping we'll see a third episode next year!

I actually only got onto the stream right before Riptide started. I love this song! The animation is beautiful and I think the singing and lyrics fits Childe's personality very well. Check it out!

Writing on the Wall is genuinely one of the most amazing songs I've ever heard. Up until hearing this, I have been a Kaveh hater. Sorry! Haikaveh just didn't really appeal to me that much, and... That was pretty much all of the widespread Kaveh content I had seen. I knew Kaveh had more nuance in his character, but I felt very unmotivated to look into him.

That being said, this song helped clarify what I knew about him. I started crying halfway through the song. (And okay I'm sick with a cold so my eyes are already leaking 24/7, but still!) Writing on the Wall perfectly captures the feeling of losing motivation to finish your art. At least for me, I used to often find myself making paintings for friends. This became incredibly demotivating over time because I felt like I had to perfect details and I lost the sense of fun in drawing. Over the past year and a half, I've been trying to draw for myself more.

This song spoke to me so much. The lyric about the architect remaining inside their buildings especially stood out to me. You can see an artist in any of their works. Even if there's no written signature, every stroke and line is a signature in itself.

So... Am I converted to being a Kaveh fan now? Honestly, I'm not sure. That being said, I do have a c6 Kaveh... (cough cough Baizhu pulls x3). Maybe I'll finally try building him.

[yeonju-nymphea]

⋆☁˚ bottle episode | c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader. genre: fluff. wc: 1k. warnings: mentions of food and poop

summary: home is where the heart is. sometimes that home is shared with others.

"Oh, sorry, " The loud creaks of the rooftop door almost drowns out their voice, "I didn't think anyone would be up here." 

Beomgyu turned around and there you were, dressed in what you would call your most unflattering outfit, even if Beomgyu would argue otherwise. But, before he could say anything back, you disappeared. The sound of your footsteps faint, almost undetectable, yet Beomgyu's ears were ringing at the sound.

Beomgyu doesn't believe in love at first sight, but if he did, that was the moment he knew that he would do anything to be madly and deeply in love with you. Ever since seeing you in the harsh backlighting of the stairwell, he couldn't get you out of his mind.

Finding himself gravitating towards the rooftop more and more, in hopes that he'll run into you up there. The rooftop became his third home, the first and second being his apartment a few floors down and his best friends.

Months and months past, and Beomgyu would find himself going up there whenever his schedule permitted it, sitting at the dingy patio set he found and cleaned up at the roof, surrounded by the sounds of city night life, basking in the light of the stars above him, and in the company of the plants he brought up; the whole universe embracing him in its arms. 

The rooftop, unbeknownst to Beomgyu, had a second resident. Someone who found the old patio set and brought it up there, someone who watered the plants that they assumed their owner had abandoned, and someone who couldn't get the muffled sound of the man strumming his guitar through the doorway.

You had wished you didn't run away so fast, but now found yourself unable to stop thinking about the red-haired man whose voice you have never heard. And even though it has been months since you've run into him, you found yourself going back towards the rooftop. Praying to the universe, maybe this time I'll see him again; and until the universe answers your prayers, you'll continue to make the roof your home. 

"This is my favorite place in the whole world!" Beomgyu exclaimed. His hair wasn't red anymore, recently dyed brown. And there, following him close behind in complete awe, the rooftop's 2nd resident. 

"This is your favorite place?" To which Beomgyu nodded, the excitement almost radiating off of him.

"Look, there's my plants," he points to the 2 plants you've been watering, "Thursday and Sputnik, I'm usually not good with keeping plants alive but somehow these 2 lived. Here, if you stand right here you can get a great view of-"

You let Beomgyu ramble on. You met him 2 months ago, he was friends with your best friend's cousin, around the time you gave up hope on the red-haired man on the roof, and yet he was the man you were looking for this entire time. Funny. You start laughing to yourself.

"-if the time's right the stars seem a little bit brighter up here." He pauses as he hears your laughter and turns to grab your arms, "what's so funny?"

"You know that's my patio set, I found it at a garage sale. I think Thursday and Sputnik like it."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Beomgyu's excitement turned to confusion.

"And if you look right over there, you can see the fountain. It's pretty late so you'll think no one would be over there, but this one couple goes by the fountain every week to stargaze." You take a glance over to Beomgyu. You can see his eyes darting around as he's trying to understand what you said to him. "Beomgyu, I'm the one that's been watering Thursday and Sputnik. I'm also guessing you're the red-haired man I ran into when I first moved here."

It all clicked. "You were wearing a hoodie with Robert Patterson on it right?"

The rooftop quickly jumped Beomgyu's list, from his 3rd home to his 2nd.

A secret sanctuary and neither of its residents dared to share it with anyone else. You guys did everything up there. You built Lego flowers, made pillow forts, ate takeout from the restaurant across the street. You celebrated everything and anything you could up there.

~

"Happy birthday to you!" Beomgyu grabs Robert and gives him a kiss right on his forehead as he squeezes him a little too tightly.

"Beomgyu stop! You're hurting him!" You quickly tug Robert out of his grip. "My poor Robert, being abused by his aggressive dad."

Beomgyu softly taps Robert's stuffed duck head, "It's okay Robert told me he likes tight hugs."

~

Confetti showers you as you open up the rooftop door, and you're greeted to the sight of Beomgyu holding out a bunch of brown balloons.

"What's all this for?" You ask, grabbing the balloons as Beomgyu starts to struggle to put a party hat, also brown, on you.

"You pooped today!" Beomgyu's excitement is comical.

"This is for my poop?"

"You've been constipated for a week, I think this is a perfect time to celebrate." The patio table was covered in food and treats, a lot of cheeses, spicy ramen, and takeout from the curry restaurant that always makes you poop.

~

Beomgyu blows out the candles on his cake. "Congrats on Masters," it said. The rooftop, now decorated with fairy lights and lanterns, was covered with pictures of League of Legends Champions, printed from a printer that desperately needs a new cartridge.

"Thank you so much," Beomgyu pulls you into a hug, one as tight as the one he gave Robert on his birthday, "You really didn't have to do this."

"You've been staying up all night for weeks trying to climb, of course we were gonna celebrate it." Reassuring Beomgyu that this isn't a stupid celebration to have.

Of course, it was a stupid celebration to have. But as long as you were celebrating together, all the stupid things don't feel so stupid. The stupid little rooftop the both of you put your entire hearts into for months.

It was your home.

The multiple plants you guys take care of together(Beomgyu isn't very good at watering them), the pieces of random decorations and furniture you left up there(2 chairs covered in a Twilight blanket and pillows you treat as your sofa), and the photo album, almost bursting with the number of photos you guys have taken up there.

Eventually, both of your leases end, and with that ends the time you shared on the rooftop. All of the stupid celebrations you've had, people watching, stargazing, movie binges; left as a fond memory of the rooftop you two shared. The rooftop was now empty. To the innocent bystander it seemed like nothing happened up there, it just always the old dingy rooftop of an overpriced apartment building.

But to the rooftop's couple, it was the best story they have could ever told.

[otisbdriftwood-injail]

now i know luigi is everyone’s favorite one to misinterpret but lets get real for a second here.

if you could only comprehend what “treating you right” means to him, you would have ran by now.

first of all the closest he will ever get to treating anyone “right” is when he gets protective over his siblings because theyre just an extension of himself so how dare anyone fuck with them (him). thats his job. and then when hes done, he gets right back to sucker punching pavi for staring at him weird or making fun of amber for wearing a skanky outfit.

second of all if you think my man ever willingly talks about his feelings, you’re funny coz he’d rather shoot himself. he’s pathetic and he can’t control those emotions, hence why he can only express them in uncontrollable outbursts that are the extremes of everything. and yes this includes good emotions too. when hes happy he will still be mean and grin at you with a blank stare and talk at 200 mph about the most incomprehensible shit.

third of all when he wants to be nice during sex, his self centered ass will actually look you in the eye and get you off too, he will fuck you extra rough after you tell him you’ve been sleeping around coz you missed him and beat you choke you slap you extra hard because thats how he shows he cares. he will let you take care of him but in the same way a nurse would jerk off a poor pathetic incapable patient while he’s only half conscious. he will let you step on him in your most expensive stilettos and rip his stitches open. he will use you in your sleep when he gets home drunk and high because once he latched onto you he will just take you whenever he wants. he will be physically abusing you like he’s your daddy and you will be emotionally abusing him like you’re his mommy. he will get turned on by seeing you in pain, he will press on the bruises he gave you, he will claw at your fresh cuts to make them bleed even more, he will yank your hair, and he will make you get down on your knees and step on your face in steel toed boots.

and by you i mean me.

fourth of all. you think mr misogyny would ever be mentally capable of doing all this with a woman?

[glasshouses-and-stones]

Writerblr Interview

Thank you for tagging me @willtheweaver

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Short stories, novels, or poems?

I read and write all three! Short stories are what I mostly dabble in (and finish), though.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Romance, mostly, because of fanfics. For novels, I read more murder mystery and horror than anything. Oh, and classics. I take recs!!

What genre do you prefer writing?

Romance, mostly. All of my stories and novel ideas focus on queer romance, and occasionally they'll be set in a universe that is considered fantasy or magical realism.

Are you a planner or write-as-I-go kind of person?

I don't think I've ever outlined a story before (which might explain why none of my novels are finished...) I definitely write as I go.

What music do you listen to when writing?

I don't really listen to music while I write. Though, songs often inspire my writing. Artists like Taylor Swift and Conan Gray—pining songs, mainly. I take recs on songs, too!

Fave books/movies?

My favorite movie is Inside Man starring Denzel Washington (I love him). I'm not a huge movie watcher; I mostly binge shows. Some of my favorites are Murdoch Mysteries, IASIP, White Collar, MacGyver, Leverage, and Leverage Redemption. Some of my fav books are Magpie Murders, Tender is the Night, The Great Gatsby, Under the Whispering Door, You & Me, Everything for You, etc.

Any current WIPs?

So, so many. Help.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Probably some jeans, a hoodie, and some converse. And all of my jewelry and accessories.

Create a character description of yourself

I politely decline...

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

I'm sure I am subconsciously, but I've only purposely based a character off of someone I've know irl once. And they don't know and never will know.

Are you kill-happy with your characters?

My characters tend to stay alive once they're introduced into a story. Except this one guy, but he was built different, so.

Coffee or tea while writing?

Both! I love either. I prefer hot for both.

Slow or fast writer?

It depends on what I'm writing. Right now, it's reaaaaaally slow.

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

Anything, really. Music a lot. Others' writing. Shows. Real life situations. Once, I wrote a story based off of a dream I had. A lot of the time, I just get hit with random ideas.

If you were put in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I'd be the librarian that runs the library where the MCs come in to get information from the ancient texts. I'd give them a hard time for no reason >:)

Most fav book cliche?

These are more tropes, but: Friends/enemies/rivals/roommates/teammates to lovers, slowburn, pining (esp mutual), Didn't Know They Were Dating, single parent, polyamory (a couple slowly adopts a third), etc.

Least fav book cliche?

Arranged marriage, marriage of convenience, one bed, rule 63 (for fics), meet cutes, established relationship, second chance/getting back together/breaking up and making up, etc.

Fave scene to write?

Anything with romantic/sexual tension! I love the prolonged eye contact, subtle touches, unspoken words, and awkward silence!

Most productive time of day for writing?

At night while I'm laying in my bed trying to go to sleep. In the bathtub. On the bus in the mornings. And anytime I can't physically write and save my ideas!

Reason for writing?

If I don't, the ideas will take over my brain and become my personality, and we can't have that.

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Tag list: @willowseed, @kedkd, @the-golden-comet, @agirlandherquill, @floweryprosegarden, @charlesjosephwrites, @riveriafalll @chayscribbles, @zackprincebooks, @dyoniawrites, +open tag!

[discocandles]

Danger verse characters and their favorite super bowl show.

Firstly, our titular bitchular himself, Henry Hart:

Henry would say Bruno mars, but couldn't tell you anything about the performance other than "it's cool". He could be talking about the Coldplay show which both Beyoncé and Bruno mars were in, but he could also just really like the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

(Note: credit for titular bitchular goes to Athena P. Thanks for the notable quotable queen)

Next up, and needing financial compensation for This bullshit, Charlotte Page:

Charlotte's favorite performance is Prince, and she shouldn't have to explain herself on that, as it is one of of not the best halftime show ever. Beyoncé is a close second, as it is one of the only other ones she believes comes close.

Third, our lovable buckethead, Jasper Dunlop:

Jasper knows most all of the halftime shows, and it's a tie between Lady Gaga and Madonna for him, which somehow surprised some people thinking he'd say Katy Perry). He responds to those allegations with "fair, but she didn't impress me. Madonna and Lady Gaga impressed me. In both spectacle and singing."

Up next, Wait are you causing daddy issues? You're not even a father, Ray Manchester:

So I was thinking *NSYNC and Aerosmith, but then I remembered, and the answer is obvious. Ray's favorite halftime is Janet Jackson, and it's not just for the controversial part, surprisingly. But it does help it be the favorite. It definitely helps.

(Note: listen if you have no clue what I'm talking about, that's fair. The performer had a wardrobe malfunction and the nfl basically tore down her career after. Look it up.)

Next, sorry, you did fuckin what now?, Schwoz:

So unlike canon, I will be kind-ish to schwoz, and say his favorite is The blues brothers(and he likes the movie too), and he likes the aged rockers era. Source: schwoz's outfit in the bttf ripoff.

Behold, our iconic queen: Piper Hart

Beyoncé, easy. No one may speak to her when Beyoncé's performance at the super dome is playing. And I'd be remiss not to mention that Piper was foaming at the mouth over Rihanna's performance. But it doesn't beat Beyoncé.

Disclaimer: I've watched 5 episodes of danger force max. I love the four kids' vibes but can't find the episodes anywhere. So with that said,Its time to go into unknown territory:

Wow this girl's more scrambled than my scrambled fucking eggs, Mika Macklin:

Shakira & J. Lo. I feel like Mika's really likes Spanish music(I dunno she just gives me that vibe), and the vibes of the shakira & j lo show is just a bunch of fun and I think that's what draws her to it.

Ah yes the boy, Bose o'Brian. I have no other way to describe him:

Listen, Left Shark who forgot their choreography resonates with Bose. Also the amount of brightly colored spectacle and "I forgot Katy Perry did that in the show." seems very Bose to me.

Up next, the one I feel like I know the least about, Miles Macklin:

so miles feels like he'd take the easiest answer that takes little to no explanation. So I think it'd be the hip-hop medley with dr. Dre & co, bc all you really need to know is that it was about damn time.

Wait, this isn't my snarky lesbian bff? Fr?, Chapa de Silva:

I was tempted to say that Chapa doesn't care about super bowl halftimes, but that's quitter talk. Her favorite is Bruce Springsteen, and she will sometimes quote it when fighting or after a fight and no one knows why bolt is talking about guacamole. but if it's 3am and she wants to watch something stupid, Chapa would watch the Indiana Jones show(yes that exists and it's as bad as you think it is).

[overmyemptycoffin]

excerpt from my novel

hope y'all enjoy a small bit of the novel I'm attempting to write. wish me luck!

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Summer 25 was a summer to remember.

I was twenty, young, and full of life. The Maine coast stretched beneath my fingertips, and I drifted lazily through the pleasant days that late May offered me. I felt more alive than I had in any summer since I was sixteen and yet, as the May days lengthened into June sunsets, I couldn’t help but wonder why I had come to visit my grandparents, this year of all years. Since starting college in the Midwest, Maine had felt further and further away. But now as my plane landed in Boston, and I dragged myself onto the bus homeward, I felt the child in me stir once again. Yes, the highway and the distinct lack of people greeted me as I rode toward Milo in my grandfather’s Subaru. Yes, I thought to myself, this summer. This summer is going to be different.

The midmorning sun filtered down on my skin as I woke in the third-floor room that had once belonged to my mother. I stretched widely and remembered my surroundings. Maine. My home before all other homes. Born and bred, I was back with my roots once more. As I stood up from the antique metal bed frame and ever so slightly lumpy mattress that creaked with the morning freshness, I became giddy with the joy of my youth. I was twenty years old, with a decent frame and I had a new haircut. In all ways but emotional range, I was a very comely bachelorette. I had dreamed of this summer all dreary semester long, as I slaved at university. My books weren’t my focus like they had been in the beginning. After one failed romance after another, I was worn thin. I wanted to be young at heart again, so with very little thought for my financial well-being, I planned my 4-month trip to my hometown. As it was then, Milo held some very keen resemblance to the university town I had spent most of my time in, but to my fresh eyes, it was beautiful in every way. For, wasn’t it over the hill that my father lay six feet below? And wasn’t it over the next hill that I had my first kiss? And then, behind the elementary school, my favorite swing set in all of Piscataquis County? It was going to be the best four months of my whole college career, and I had promised myself that much. This promise of good times was only one piece of the vow I had made to myself. The second aspect is far more unlikely and masochistic. I promised myself that no matter the young man, I would not fall in love. Damn love and all expressions of it, I said to the dresser mirror as I slipped on a cardigan. Damn, love to heaven whence it came.

 These thoughts rang out as I finished preparing my outfit and scampered down the two flights of stairs, which led to the ground floor of my grandparents’ hundred- and eighty-year-old home. The floors creaked beneath the weight of my exuberance for the surprises that waited on my gram’s kitchen table. Doughnuts from the café down the road! And my favorite kind at that.

“Ah Elaine’s been up all night baking again, I guess. Thanks to her for these splendid Boston cremes.” I proclaimed merrily to the ear of my favorite grandparents out of them all.

“Got the ones you like best, if I remember rightly,” Gramp said with a foggy twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, but you have to have a proper breakfast as well Annie Grace.” My gram cautioned with a careful tone. “wouldn’t want to spoil your whole day with one sweet too soon.” Gram’s voice was gentle and stern all at once. It felt good to be home, with them encouraging and chiding in waves and bouts.

“Course Gramp, you always remember. I’ll make an egg or some Gram, I won’t spoil myself just yet. I haven’t even been a day or so yet without my college chaps beating on me for my food.” I teased. Gram smiled and turned back to the stove. Gramp chuckled thickly and stood at the door.

“Bobby and I are headed down to the lake to see about the last of the gravel getting laid down for the road Melanie. If you two want to go out later tomorrow to open the camp I can take us out after my appointment in Bangor. But I’ll have to nap after, or I’ll be ill for it.” Gramp told Gram with a look of hesitation. But Gram had no such hesitation about her.

“Sure Bob, I think it’ll do Annie and me some good to stay here today. That way we can finish packing up the last of the things from the attic to bring down to the lake with us. Then Annie can drive with you tomorrow, so your head won't hurt so badly after the shots.” Gram smiled warmly and glanced my way as if getting my approval of this plan.

“Sounds about right to me,” I replied.

Gramp nodded and then left to meet Bobby on the road out of town toward Bradford. They had a gravel road, and Gram and I headed to the attic. We had memories to uncover.  

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the end, for now.

[glaivenoct]

( fanfic writer ask game ) ✏️ , 🎧 , 🔬 , ✍🏽 , 🌾 ?

Thank you so much for sending some in! ;u; (Fanfic Writer Asks Here)

✏️ The first fanfiction you ever wrote? (doesn’t have to be a posted fic)

Heh.. back in 2005, a show aired on Discovery Kids that became my favorite show in the history of ever. Wee 9 year old Brina did not understand or even know of the concept of Fandom or Fanfiction - but this show is what I consider my first Fandom ever.

Did any fellow millennials ever watch Flight 29 Down on Discovery Kids (2005-2007)? Man, I loved that show so fucking much. I wrote silly little fics for it in my spare spiral college ruled notebooks! AUs before I even know what an AU was lmao. My favorite was one I called "Agents in Action" where I pretended all the characters in the show were recruited as Secret Agents after being rescued lmao.

I also wrote fics for my favorite ship in the show. Again, I didn't really know what the word ship was, but I knew I liked two characters enough to write fics of them getting together and referring to them with a pairing name. I shipped Jackson/Taylor aka Jaylor! Jackson was the Tall-Quiet-Mysterious foster kid with a questionable past and a sense of being an outsider among his peers, and Taylor was the seemingly shallow rich Mean Girl, who turns out not to be as mean or shallow once you get to know her a little more and she learns some more empathy/self-awareness.

When I wrote these fics, I had no idea what fic even was. But man oh man was it such a happy place for me to write them at the time. I wish I still had them, but I don't know where they went. I used to draw pictures at the back of every page and everything. Good times, good times ;u;

🎧 A certain song you listened to while writing a fic?

MUSIC, YAASS. So! Rare is it for me to make a playlist for just a one-shot, but for my NyxNoct Masquerade Fic I really needed a decent chunk of songs that captured the right vibe to help me write it, if ya know what I mean!

Young and Beautiful is the star of that playlist. I not only imagined Nyx and Noct dancing to the song in the fic, but the playlist also features two different instrumental versions of it too! It was such a big help with that fic uwu.

🔬The fic you had to make the most research for?

Hmm.. there's honestly 3 contenders for this, and the Masquerade fic is definitely one of them - but that was research in the sense of looking up a lot of visuals for inspiration. Outfits/ballrooms/mask designs and things like that

The second has to be cagefighter AU because of the fight scenes. I looked up articles about boxing rings/MMA tournaments/different styles of martial arts and things like that. I think I put at some point in the fic that Nyx leans more towards a boxing style while Noct kinda knows a mix of things thanks to Cor. Come the next time I need to write a fight scene, I'll probably be looking up martial arts/self defense videos again. Which is usually fun for me!

The third would have to be my old and Very Incomplete NyxNoct Wings AU that only has one chapter and no proper plot to this day ;u; Researching wing anatomy and all that. Visual references for different wing designs too.

✍🏽 How much do you plan your fics beforehand?

If we're talking about outlines, never have I ever in my fic life done a proper outline ^^; I'm very "I have all the backstory in my head, the rest of the details of the actual plot will unfold as I go" :'D

🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?

So Many ;u; but right now, the main things on my radar after I finish the current WIP are: -An assassination attempt prompt that's been sitting in my inbox for too long -A new possibly probably definitely spicy NyxNoct fic ideally for Valentine's Day. Buuut there's a good chance I chicken out of that one and try writing the next chapter of Cagefighter AU instead.

If I add anything else, I'll be getting too ahead of myself and overwhelmed lol. To anyone who's sent me prompts in the last several months: bear with me please I swear. I either get them done sorta quick or... Not Quick.

Thank you again for indulging me with these! ;u; <3