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[alridpath]

A pack of werewolves (& weretiger & werebirdie lol) I did for a YCH! awoo! 🐺🌕

[candiedcoffeedrops]

Mine

Notes: Right so, I haven't written smut in over half a decade so I'm most definitely a bit rusty.😅 I welcome constructive criticism but please be gentle lol I worked really hard on this. Wrote this for the Sexy Ikemen Summer Event! Also, sorry for the word count. I don't know how to not write a lot.

I also had no beta for this, I did what I could.💜

Prompt: At Someone's Summer Wedding.

Pairing: Ring Schwarz x Reader

Word Count: 3,662

Tags: NSFW - Minors DNI!, Jealousy, Biting and a lot of it, Established relationship, Fingering, Vaginal sex, Female/AFAB reader, Likely OOC as the characters in this are not on EN and I only have so much access to them, I didn't know how to end it so I just...did.

The wedding reception was in full swing, the mansion’s grand ballroom alight with laughter, music, and the soft clinking of champagne flutes. You stood near the edge of the crowd, your hand curled around a flute of your own as you surveyed the room. The bride and groom were off somewhere, speaking with friends or family, and the guests were dressed to the nines in their finery. The scent of hot, savory food mingled with various expensive perfumes and colognes, creating a cloying cloud in the air as you slowly walked around.

You spotted Ring and Nica speaking off to the side, both twins dressed in perfectly tailored white suits, the lapels of their blazers adorned with golden Vogel pins. A smile curled your lips. Both of them looked handsome, of course, but your eyes were drawn to Ring specifically. He cleaned up so nicely. The members of Vogel always looked put together, but Ring was something else when he dressed up. Taking a sip, you watched as your sweetheart chatted with his older twin, the latter giving a half shrug to something said, the rings on his fingers glinting in the light.

The three of you had attended this wedding with the intent of gathering intelligence for Darius, who had remained at headquarters to address other matters. Your efforts had been fruitless, and during a brief meeting with Ring, you learned he had also come up empty-handed. Nica, ever the charmer, had been surrounded by a throng of guests, leaving the success of the evening squarely in his hands.

As their eyes met yours, a smirk played on Nica’s lips, while Ring offered a subtle nod. Nica turned, murmuring something to his brother before striding toward you with one of his trademark, easy smiles.

“I’ve uncovered a few minor leads, nothing groundbreaking. I’ll have to debrief Dari later, but for now,” he spread his arms wide before clapping them together, “I’d say we’re officially off duty. Might as well enjoy the festivities, right?”

“Fair enough. I’m unsure how long Ring and I will stick around, though.” You took another sip as you glanced around the room. So many people—and you could already feel the exhaustion from the small talk and mingling. It wouldn’t be long until you’d want to go home and recharge, and you knew Ring would agree.

“Oh, you two should at least dance.” He paused as his eyes darted to the side before a grin spread on his face, “In fact, before you get caught up with each other for the night, how about one for your second-favorite Schwarz twin?” He smoothly plucked the champagne flute from your hand, setting it on the tray of a passing waiter, then slinging an arm around your shoulder as he gently but firmly led you out to the dance floor.

“I…suppose,” you said slowly, watching the waiter carry your champagne flute, along with many others, away with a furrow of confusion on your brow.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

As the strains of a new melody filled the air, Nica led you in a dance, his movements fluid and graceful as you followed. He guided you across the dance floor with effortless confidence, his hand resting lightly at your waist, the other gently holding your wrist, careful not to activate his curse. The ballroom was a swirl of color and motion, the other guests dancing around you, but Nica kept your attention with his lighthearted banter and teasing comments.

Just as you began to wonder if the song would ever end, the final notes faded away. Nica released you with a flourish, stepping back and bowing slightly, ever the gentleman. He thanked you politely for indulging him and suggested the two of you go find Ring.

Thankfully, he was in the same place that Nica had left him so it didn’t take long to find him, but when you did, you noticed something was off.

Ring’s gaze was fixed on the two of you, his lips pressed slightly, posture stiff as he fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve before crossing his arms over his chest, not having his usual longsword to rest his hand on. When he made eye contact with you, he averted his eyes, brilliant blue now turned toward his twin. You frowned. Something was wrong.

“There you are!” Nica greeted jovially with a hand wave, either unaware of or deliberately ignoring Ring’s mood.

“Nica,” Ring spoke softly, his brow furrowed, lips pressed in a slight pout. Before he could say anything else, Nica cut in again. 

“There we go, the two of you are reunited.” He gently nudged you toward his younger twin before turning and walking in the opposite direction. “Enjoy yourselves, yeah? I have a pretty little thing waiting for me. Don’t wait up.” He cast a smile over his shoulder at Ring, and you heard a soft huff from your lover, who was now beside you.

You watched Nica retreat, swallowed by the crowd and not a moment later you turned toward Ring. He continued to avoid eye contact, so you gently brushed your fingers against the back of his hand. His eyes, blue like porcelain painter’s ink, returned to you for a moment, pink dusting across his cheeks as his lips pressed into another small pout, but he did take your hand, fingers loosely lacing with yours.

“Ring? What’s the matter?”

His eyes narrowed slightly and at first, he didn’t answer but after you gently pressed, his lips set in a thin line before he said, “I…would like to spend time with you.” His voice was low, hesitant.

An unsure smile spread across your lips as you gently grabbed his hand, giving a tug toward the dance floor. “Alright then. Why don’t we dance for a bit and then—” He stepped closer to you, his forehead nearly touching yours as he pressed a slender finger to your lips.

You saw his throat move as he swallowed. “Alone.” He added, his tone soft but edged with urgency, his eyes showing their normal determination mixed with need as they locked onto yours. 

You nodded, your heart fluttering as he led you away from the bustling dance floor, through the throngs of guests, and easily past rather lax security. He didn’t speak, his grip tightening slightly as he navigated the grand hallways of the mansion, passing glittering chandeliers and priceless art until he found an empty room, the door slightly ajar.

It was a bedroom, the only light filtering in from the moon outside the tall narrow windows. The large bed was dressed in richly colored fabrics and a thick canopy. The room was decently furnished but sparsely decorated—likely a guest room. Here, the music was much fainter, and the din of conversation from the party dulled, the sounds much easier to ignore from this distance. Ring closed the door behind him with his free hand, the other still holding yours. The sounds from the reception almost completely disappeared with the motion, leaving the two of you in near silence.

As soon as the door softly clicked shut, Ring locked it and tugged on your hand, pulling you into him. His arms slid around your waist in a tight hug, his nose nuzzling the crook of your neck. You returned the hug, your arms circling him. You hummed contentedly as you relaxed with him. Today had been long and socially taxing, so perhaps he had just wanted to get away and be alone for a while. That would be just like him, and very sweet.

He inhaled before softly exhaling through his mouth, his breath warm on your skin. “Ah…mine,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff right below your ear before he nipped at the tender flesh. 

“Ring?” You whispered his name, hoping he'd give some clue for his change in demeanor. You heard a low hum from him in response, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck as he began to kiss and nibble, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. 

“Are you alright?” You asked slowly, gauging his reaction. He said nothing, continuing along the line of your neck.

His lips ghosted over your pulse point before he bit down, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise that would linger for days. You let out a shaky gasp, your grip on him tightening. He ran his tongue over the spot, soothing the sting before doing it again, and again, painting a collection of dark petals along the column of your neck and throat. Your head lolled back, allowing him better access as he drew more gasps and soft moans from your lips. The room spun and your knees felt wobbly, but his arms held onto you, his embrace a steel cage wrapped in white.

Normally he was so shy and reserved, with you taking the lead on many of your romantic entanglements, so the feeling of him being so assertive with you in this moment was heady. That said, you still had no idea where this had come from. Moments ago he had been in an obviously dour mood, and now he was showering your neck with kisses and bruises. You tried to piece together what could’ve caused this while he continued his ministrations on your neck, noting that he didn’t drink during the reception and you had spent plenty of time with him that day.

Was it your dance with Nica? That had to be it, right? It was the only thing you could think of that would’ve dampened his spirits so quickly. If that’s the case, you were seeing your lover jealous for the first time since you’d gotten together. 

“My love,” your voice was breathy, a small moan escaping your lips upon feeling him nip at another particularly sensitive spot as your fingers dug into the smooth fabric of his blazer. Still, you continued, wanting him to confirm your suspicions. “What’s gotten into you?” 

Ring’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, his grip firm but not painful as he lifted his face to meet your gaze. Even in the silvery moonlight, you could tell his cheeks were ablaze. His pupils were dilated, eyes half-lidded. His eyes searched yours for a moment before he leaned in and claimed your mouth in a fiercely passionate kiss. It was as if he were trying to swallow you whole. You moaned into his mouth and he responded in kind, his teeth scraping against your lower lip before his tongue slipped past your lips, sliding against yours. It was the kind of kiss that stole your breath, that left you feeling like you were falling into a bottomless abyss, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you liked it. You liked it a lot.

You lowered your head to return some of the favor to his neck, nipping little gasps and sighs from him as he tugged impatiently at the ties of your dress. The fabric loosened with each pull until it slithered to the floor in a heap around you leaving you in only your underwear. He shrugged off his blazer before bending slightly at the knees to scoop you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands hooked under your thighs. He was already hard, his erection pressing against you as he carried you to the bed with only a few strides from his long legs. The anticipation gave you goosebumps, your core already throbbing with need. He set you down on the cool, soft comforter and began quickly removing his clothes, tossing them…somewhere before climbing over you. His weight pushed down on the mattress as he slotted his flushed, sculpted body between your legs.

Ring peered down at you, his expression akin to that of a bird of prey– focused, intense, and so hungry. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that left you panting and clutching at his shoulders. His tongue explored your mouth with a fervor that had you arching up against him, eager for more as you felt him roll his body against yours. A groan sounded from his throat, his erection nudging against your clothed folds, and you spread your legs wider, welcoming the pressure.

He broke away from your mouth and began leaving open-mouth kisses down your neck before reaching your breasts, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh there before taking a nipple into his mouth, while his hand kneaded the other. His tongue lapped over the hardened flesh before his teeth bit down– gently, but enough for you to cry out his name, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging enough to elicit a moan as he switched his ministrations to the other. You felt him panting through his nose against your heated skin and you whined. 

You still hadn’t gotten your answer from him as to why he had started acting like this, but you found it harder and harder to care as he did what he was doing. Your core continued to throb and you knew you were already soaked. You bucked your hips against him, causing him to hiss a swear in German. “More,” you pleaded, to which he huffed against your skin and hummed affirmatively. 

His lips traveled further downward, delivering the same treatment to your abdomen as he had given to your neck and chest, biting at the sensitive skin below your belly button, his fingers sliding up your thigh to hook his fingers around your panties, yanking them down your legs. He cast another glance up at your face before returning his attention to your body. 

“Mine,” he said again. Despite being deep in a pleasure-induced haze, you still caught it. 

“What do you mea-Ah!” You tried to get him to elaborate but were cut off when you felt him tease your folds with his fingers. His other hand pressed your legs further apart as he left a dark bruise on your inner thigh with his teeth, lapping at the mark with his tongue to soothe the sting. His middle and ring fingers, long and callused like a soldier's, entered you and began moving slowly. 

“Say you’re mine.” His voice was low, his fingers continuing their slow movement as he moved his mouth closer to the apex of your thighs but still keeping them too far away from where you so badly needed him to be. “I…need to hear you say it.” 

The words are torn from your chest, a declaration that echoes through the room. "I'm yours, Ring." It's a surrender, a vow, and a plea all rolled into one as you raised your hips to meet his hand, urging him to go faster and let you feel his mouth on you.

His mouth was on you in an instant, immediately finding your sensitive bud and giving it a long, deliberate lick before setting a steady pace. A strangled, relieved cry of his name left your lips, your fingers once again finding their way to his hair, pressing his face closer to you. That’s when the most sinful growl came from his throat, causing your face to flush even further. His mouth worked on you even faster, alternating between licks and sucks to your clit, his fingers thrusting into you in tandem.

You writhed against him, gripping his hair and the plush comforter beneath you for dear life. The tension in your body grew tauter with every stroke of his tongue, every press of his fingers, and your legs found themselves wrapped around his head earning another groan from him. It felt like you were balancing on the edge of a cliff. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra as you neared closer and closer to coming undone under his mouth. Just one more little push. Just a bit longer. 

And then you fell.

The orgasm rushed through you like electricity, stealing your breath and sending spasms through your body. Your fingers gripped his hair tighter, your hips jerking against his mouth as a loud uneven cry ripped from your throat. Ring’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched your climax, his tongue stroking you through the aftershocks, his fingers still buried deep inside you. He didn’t stop until you were trembling and gasping for air, your legs loosening their hold around his neck.

Ring crawled back over you and kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of your arousal with you before sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. His gaze never left yours, his actions sending a thrill through your body, your core still pulsing despite still floating down from the high he had just given you.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he positioned himself at your entrance, slicking his cock with your wetness. You nodded, your eyes glazed over with desire as you felt him push inside you with a breathy moan, filling you up in one long, slow stroke. “And I want everyone to know it.”

With that, he began to rock into you. You could feel every inch of him filling you completely as he claimed you over and over again, and it was exquisite. Needy moans from your throat mingled with the sound of his hips snapping against yours and your name falling from his lips between pants and groans. Your arms snaked around his back, grasping onto him for dear life. His back muscles flexed under your hands with every thrust. 

His eyes traveled down to your neck and a pleased smirk spread his lips. “Ah…” He let out a mix between a chuckle and a pant against your neck, “You look so pretty with my marks on your skin.” 

He bent his head down to kiss and lick the marks he’d left behind, his tongue tracing the path of your racing pulse. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pumped into you, his teeth grazing your neck and leaving another bruise in their wake. You could feel familiar tension well up within you again as he moved into you and your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.

The motion made his breath hitch, a loud moan leaving his lips as he locked his eyes with yours again. “Ha…you’re close.” His voice was thick with need. 

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you felt your body tightening around him. 

“I am too…you feel so good.” 

The words were barely out of his mouth before he buried his face in your neck, his teeth finding purchase as he bit down. You screamed out his name, your body tightening around him as you climaxed. The world spun in a blur of pleasure as you felt your core contract around his length, sending waves of heat through your body. Ring’s hands slid under your back, lifting you closer to him as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release, his breaths hot and desperate against your skin.

Not long after, Ring’s body tensed, his hips jerking before pressing against yours as he emptied himself inside you with a deep groan. Feeling like your limbs were made of liquid, your legs unwrapped from his waist as he pulled out slowly, his lips leaving tired, sweet kisses on your collarbone and the hollow of your throat as he caught his breath. He stayed on top of you for a moment while you lazily traced patterns over his spine and shoulderblades with your fingertips. 

When he rolled off of you, his arms found their way around your waist, his eyes closed for a moment before he slowly opened them, immediately glancing at the marks on your neck before a blush reddened his cheeks.

“Still shy after that performance?” You teased, tiredness lacing your voice as you reached out and stroked his cheek with your knuckles. He huffed, muttering something in German under his breath while you giggled with a grin. 

A comfortable silence passed over the two of you while you continued to catch your breath. While you had a moment you decided to voice your earlier theory to him.

“Ring?”

He hummed, his hand moving to rest on your ribcage, his thumb gently rubbing over it.

“Was all of this because you got jealous of me dancing with Nica?”

You felt his thumb stop, and his eyebrows raised a touch, his lips tucked around his teeth before he sighed.

“Nica is…charming. He’s intelligent and knows how to read and talk to people. I don’t. He has a lot of things that I am missing.” He paused, his brow furrowing, lips set in a slight pout as he averted his eyes. “When I saw you two, I was afraid that…maybe someday you’d think I’m not enough for you.”

“Oh, Ring,” your brows uplifted in worry as you cupped his cheek. 

He grabbed your wrist with a gentle hold, pressing a kiss to your palm and then each of your fingertips. “Still, I…” his face flushed with a deeper, familiar red as he stuttered, glancing at your neck again before settling back on your face, “I shouldn’t have-have mauled you like that. I got carried away.” 

You chuckled, causing his eyes widening slightly as he blinked at you. “Did you hear me complain even once?”

He pursed his lips trying to fight a bashful smile that threatened to lift his lips, his cheeks and ears darkening as he buried his face in your neck beneath your chin to hide himself. 

“...N-no.” You heard his muffled reply from your neck, causing you to laugh again as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You will always be enough for me, my love. I’m yours and you’re mine. Never, ever doubt that.”

You felt him nuzzle his face into you before pressing another sweet kiss to the hollow of your throat. “Danke,” he said softly as his arms squeezed you slightly. 

@xxsycamore

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[charmandabear]

Office Hours: caught that fever, I shouldn't be here (4/16)

Pairing: Astarion/Named f!Tav Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.5k Chapter tags/warnings: sexting, ruined makeup, mirror sex, red flag ass behavior, biting/blood drinking (full list on ao3)

Summary:

Every little touch or glance between Rosalind and Astarion causes a spark, and Rosalind's worried that something is about to catch fire.

Aaaaaaaaand here's chapter 4. I accidentally made this banner last week because I completely forgot about the Gale chapter. Oops lol. But this is almost entirely new content, maybe a few paragraphs were written prior but everything else is brand new. Hope you enjoy!

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“Twice in less than a tenday, you lucky girl,” Shadowheart says with a sly smile, tucking her feet underneath her and holding out her wine so it doesn’t spill on her white couch. Rosalind hides her pink face behind a deep sip from her glass.

“I dunno, man. I can’t tell what he wants with me,” she says with a groan, putting her wine down on the coffee table and wrapping her arms around her knees.

“Well, what do you want with him?” Shadowheart asks plainly, as though answering is the simplest thing in the world. Rosalind scrunches her nose, unsure if she just doesn’t know the answer, or if she does know the answer and doesn’t want to say.

“I… I don’t know? Like obviously the sex is good. Really good,” she adds under her breath, and Shadowheart gives her a salacious look as her flush deepens. “But whenever he says more than five words I want to gouge my eyes out.”

“Is that really how you feel, or have you just convinced yourself to feel that way?” Shadowheart asks carefully, earning a glare from Rosalind. Nevertheless, she can’t bring herself to disagree, so she drops her less-than-menacing expression and covers her face in her hands. Taking a different approach, Shadowheart tries, “Walk me through the end again, right before the arcana professor came back in?”

“Ugh, I still can’t believe that happened. What a nightmare.” Rosalind takes another sip while Shadowheart stares at her pointedly. “Okay, he made some joke about having sex in my office, then I sort of hit him in like a ‘Stop it, you,’ kind of way, and then we like… hugged?” She recalls the events to the best of her ability. It’s been a fiveday already, and everything was a bit hazy to begin with.

“Did he seem sincere when he said it? Was it a ‘haha, jk… unless?’ sort of joke?” Shadowheart asks, and Rosalind realizes that her friend wouldn’t look out of place with a deerstalker cap and a pipe with the way she’s interrogating her. She stares blankly into her wine as she contemplates the question.

“It had enough plausible deniability to save himself from embarrassment. But he did seem kinda earnest, I think,” she finally settles on, and Shadowheart nods judiciously.

“So is that it? You’ll trade off fucking in each other’s offices until, what, someone catches you in the act?” she asks bluntly, and Rosalind almost chokes on her wine.

“I would certainly hope not! But I suppose,” Rosalind sighs, trying to decide if she’s ready to say the words aloud or not. “If he asked. I wouldn’t say no.”

“Asked what?” Shadowheart narrows her eyes, and Rosalind groans.

“You’re going to make me say it?” she whines.

“Yes.” Shadowheart stares at her without blinking.

“If he asked. Me out. On a date.” Rosalind breaks up the phrase, as though saying it continuously would hurt in some way. Shadowheart pats her knee sympathetically.

“See, was that so hard?” she asks, voice teasingly condescending.

“Yes, excruciating,” Rosalind pouts, taking a gulp of her wine.

***

Rosalind doesn’t see much of Astarion in the following days, but whenever she does, they share a secretive smile that sends a jolt of lightning right to her core. He’s far less aggressive in his attempts to fluster her, and she can only hope it means that they’ve called an unspoken truce. Nevertheless, she tries to temper her expectations so she’s not mildly disappointed every day that passes where Astarion doesn’t pull her into a supply closet. Years on various dating apps, and you haven’t been this down bad for someone in a while.

“Don’t forget that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead opens in just over a tenday, so if you haven’t gotten your tickets, now would be a good time,” Rosalind projects over the sounds of her students packing up. “And if you don’t want to pay for a ticket, you can see the show for free if you sign up to usher.”

“Wait, we have to pay? Where do we sign up to do the usherin’ thing?” Dondo’s head pops out from the huddle of his friends, conspiring to do gods know what.

“At the box office, but Dondo, if you’re going to be an usher you need to show up an hour early and be ready to work, understood?” Rosalind sharpens her voice and the cheeky freshman gives her a salute. “Alright everyone, enjoy the fiveday break.”

Once most of the students have filed out of the classroom, Rosalind lets out a heavy sigh and presses the heels of her palms against her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. She’s very much looking forward to cracking open the bottle of wine in her fridge with Shadowheart later.

She walks past her office towards the bathroom at the end of the hall, scrolling through emails on her phone. She doesn’t see Astarion coming from the opposite direction and stops short of barrelling into him. They lock eyes and smile politely, then she steps to her left just as he steps to his right. They share an awkward laugh just as it happens again in the opposite direction. After another few seconds of uncomfortable shuffling, he takes her by her shoulders and moves her to the side. She gives him a chagrined smile and quickly walks past, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks and the way her arms tingle where he touched her.

She gets to the bathroom and closes the door behind her, leaning against it to brace herself. Her stomach is roiling, though whether it’s from the embarrassment, the insatiable lust, or something else entirely, she can't quite tell. She wets a paper towel with cool water and presses it to the back of her neck. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, trying to will herself into temperance as drops of rapidly warming water run down her cleavage. It's a losing battle as the image of him bending her over the sink pops into her mind. She shakes her head, trying to think of something else, but that only makes it worse.

He has her pressed up against the bathroom door and with her wrists pinned together above her head.

No, stop, she scolds herself. But the second she banishes that image another one comes flooding in, her leg draped over his shoulder as he’s lightly sucking her clit with his fingers curled deep inside her.

Her phone buzzes suddenly, causing her to jump out of her filthy reverie. She looks at her screen to see a text from an unknown number.

-Darling, I can smell you through the door, it’s obscene.

She lets out an audible yelp and she immediately hears his laugh on the other side of the bathroom door. Is he just standing there?

-How the fuck did you get my number?

-Hope’s computer is not nearly as secure as it should be.

-Did it occur to you to just *ask* me?

-Now, where is the fun in that?

Rosalind grits her teeth but still finds herself suppressing a smile. He should not be this charming when he’s being a little shit. Before she can fully gather her thoughts, her phone buzzes again.

-Well, aren’t you going to take care of yourself?

She stares at her phone, mouth agape and cheeks quickly turning red. Her brain can’t formulate words, nevermind a response, but she doesn’t need to wait long for another text from him.

-If you don’t know where to start, I can talk you through it.

Her heart begins to pound as she pieces together what he’s suggesting. Her fingers shake as she hesitantly types her response.

-What should I do first?

She can picture the smile that spreads across his face, one of mischief and glee and wickedness. She leans her back against the door, breathing heavily as she waits for his first instruction.

-Touch your breast over that cute green sweater you’re wearing. Squeeze it, nice and slow. How does that feel?

She does as she’s told, fondling her breast with one hand and continuing to hold her phone with the other. Her nipple gets hard under her touch, eager for more.

-good

It’s a bit of a pain to stretch her left thumb across her screen, but she finds this too exciting to care. She imagines him leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, one long leg crossed over the other, looking completely unfazed. If anyone were to walk by, it would just look like he’s stopping to text.

-Lovely. Is your nipple poking through your sweater? Give it a twist. Don’t be shy about it, you know that I wouldn’t.

She pinches her nipple through the cotton of her sweater and just barely catches the moan as it escapes her lips.

-I heard that, very good.

She wants to curse his heightened hearing, but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t add to the thrill.

-Tell me, how wet are you between your legs?

She moves her right hand down her front, slipping it beneath her skirt and touching the apex of her thighs. She’s already soaked through her panties and tights.

-very

-How do you taste?

She exhales sharply as she feels herself clench around nothing. She presses against her damp tights and licks the moisture off her finger.

-salty. Bitter

-Now, I don’t believe that for a second. You tasted sweet, last I checked.

Her breath wracks through her chest, her head fogged up by a thick cloud of lust.

-Get a better sample. Straight from the source.

She bites down on her lip to stifle her whimper. She pushes her hand down past the waistband of her tights and panties and slips a finger between her folds, scooping up the pool of arousal that’s formed there. She slowly brings it to her mouth and gives a tentative lick.

-A little, yea

-Don’t hold back, darling. Give those fingers a nice thorough suck. For me.

His words make her squirm, but she follows his instructions nonetheless. She takes her ring finger in her mouth and presses her tongue against it. Tasting her slick pulls a moan out of her, and she drops her head back against the door.

-Oh yes, I liked that. Very good. Would you like to properly touch yourself?

-pls

-Good. Get rid of those tights completely. They’re just in our way.

Rosalind rolls her eyes, the illusion breaking just a bit. Does he know what a pain in the ass it is to fully take them off? Can’t she just push them down to her knees? He seems to be able to sense her hesitation and his response is quick.

-I could always come in there and rip them myself, dear, but I don’t think you want that again.

The feeling of exasperation clashes with her arousal unexpectedly. She finally sighs and gets to unlacing her Doc Martens before sliding off her tights, panties, and socks in a single motion. The tile is cold beneath her bare feet and she’s just grateful that they keep the faculty bathrooms clean.

-ok

-Good girl.

The praise stirs something deep within her and she lets out her most embarrassing noise yet. She slaps her free hand over her mouth and she hears him laugh again on the other side of the door.

-Noted. Now, I believe I said something about touching yourself properly?

She slides her hand back between her legs and brushes her middle finger over her clit, letting out a shaky breath.

-Start slow. Small circles. Tease yourself.

She follows his instruction and her hips buck eagerly into her hand. She likes to take her time with herself, but this is borderline excruciating. Or maybe it’s just because she knows he’s merely feet away and she’d rather have him touching her.

-How does that feel?

-ineed more

-Do you, now? Start with just one finger, your pointer.

She groans softly at the insertion, breathing heavily.

-Does that feel good?

-yea

In truth she’s craving so much more, but she’s afraid if she makes that clear he’ll slow down even further.

Although honestly, would he even know? She can touch herself however she wants, she doesn’t have to play along.

But something keeps her from defying his instruction. It may be a stupid game, and she may be frustrated, but she’s more turned on than she ever remembers being at the height of her relationship with Aradin.

-Put in a second finger. Slide them in and out. Fuck your fingers like they’re mine.

He doesn’t need to have vampiric hearing to hear the guttural noise she makes. She moves her fingers in and out, but it’s not nearly enough to be satisfying. She widens her stances to try to get deeper, and she pushes against the door, making it rattle.

-Very good. Faster.

She keens and speeds up her fingers, palming her clit desperately. Her breathing is shallow and she tries to picture those piercing red eyes looking at her over his glasses, his devilish smile with a single fang poking out. But her imagination isn’t doing the trick and her wrist is beginning to cramp.

She needs to feel him inside her.

-pls more

-I need

-A station

-fuck

-I need u

The fingers on her left hand shake as she tries to text a single coherent thought. She tries to give herself the relief she needs, but at this point he’s the only one who can satisfy her. She pushes herself against the door, whimpering and whining, until her phone buzzes again.

-Unlock the door.

She gasps and pulls off the door as quickly as she can, unlocking it with her slick hand. Astarion immediately bursts in and slams it behind him before pulling her into a crushing kiss. She hardly cares when she drops her phone and it clatters to the tile floor. Considering how composed his messages were, his appearance tells a completely different story. There’s a thin sheen of sweat across his brow and the tips of his ears are pink. Their hands fumble together at his belt, trying to get it undone as quickly as possible. She pushes his pants and underwear down to his knees and moans when she sees his cock, flushed and a pearly bead of precum at the tip. He doesn’t waste any time in hooking a hand under her knee and pressing it against the door, spreading her wide so he can easily push himself in up to the hilt. She groans when he bottoms out, her walls clenching around the sudden fullness.

“Gods, you feel good,” he moans as she slides her hands into his hair and pulls him closer, trying to feel as much of him as possible. She latches onto the left side of his neck, nipping and licking the cool flesh, savoring the sweet saltiness of his sweat. He shudders and digs his fingers into her thigh as he begins to pound into her properly, each thrust making the door shake.

“Astarion, yes, gods, this is—” Rosalind can barely string two words together so desperate is her need. She clings onto the back of his neck, rutting her hips to meet his. She’s already so close with all of his teasing. He presses his forehead into the crook of her neck and her head falls to the side, her eyes landing on the mirror above the sink. She sees only her own reflection from the waist up, disheveled and well-fucked, lipstick smeared from his abuse. She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Eyes open, love,” he growls, his free hand grabbing her hair and keeping her head turned toward the mirror. “I want you to see how pretty you are when you come.” She whimpers but complies, seeing her flushed features contort with pleasure and her breasts pressed flat by his chest. He pistons his hips into her, picking up the pace and revving up her climax with it. His breath is heavy on her neck, and she’s struck with a dizzying thought.

“Fuck, Astar— I’m close— bite me,” she manages, twisting her fingers into his curls. He grunts in assent and sinks his fangs into her flesh; she watches her mouth fall open into a silent moan as the shards of ice melt into that sublime warmth. Tears form in the corners of her eyes and mix with her mascara to create dark smudges under her eyes. A single drop of her blood runs down her decolletage and disappears into her cleavage. The sight of her face deep in bliss, of the red rivulet coating her skin, the feeling of his cock stretching her out as she throbs around his length is all too much and sends her crashing over the edge. She can feel his climax nearly instantaneously as he snaps his hips into hers, his cock pulsing as it spurts into her.

She rides out the wave of her pleasure, growing lightheaded as he continues to drink, and it’s only when she starts to grow limp in his arms that he pulls away. She finally turns away from the mirror to see him breathing heavily and licking his blood-smeared lips. There’s a look in his eye even more wild than the other times he’s drunk her blood.

“Gods, that was…” he pants, and Rosalind giggles sleepily.

“Did it taste different?” she asks, barely thinking as she reaches out and swipes her thumb across his lips. He watches in astonishment as she licks her blood off her finger and contemplates the flavor.

“It— yes. Very.”

Rosalind smiles, pleased to see Astarion struggling to form a sentence just as much as she usually does. She looks down at her tights strewn across the bathroom floor and groans.

“I can’t believe you had me take them all the way off,” she whines, picking up the nylon bunched with her damp panties.

“I presume this is still preferable to me tearing through them,” he smirks, cocking an eyebrow. “Although if you don’t want to worry about it…” He gently takes her wrist and pulls her hand still holding the bundle to his nose, inhaling deeply. She bites her lip as he maintains intense eye contact with her. “I can always keep them for myself.”

She lets out a shaky breath before snatching the bunch back with a laugh. “You’re a fucking freak,” she says without a hint of malice, and his face breaks out in a grin.

“Looking at yourself in the mirror again, are you?” he retorts with his ringing giggle. She rolls her eyes and turns away to hide her giddy smile.

“Is the hallway clear?” Rosalind asks once she’s finished lacing up her boots. Astarion presses an ear to the door and she holds her breath.

“I hear someone down the hall. Let me leave first and I’ll text you when the coast is clear,” he says in a hushed tone. She nods and he stares at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. He plants a quick kiss on her lips before slipping quietly out the door. She stands in the middle of the single stall bathroom awkwardly and suddenly catches sight of her ruined face in the mirror. She rolls her eyes — yet another consequence that only she needs to deal with — and grabs a paper towel, carefully wiping off her makeup to the best of her ability. It’s not terribly effective without makeup remover, but she manages to leave her lips only slightly stained and the black rings around her eyes significantly reduced.

As she’s resetting her face, she continually glances at her phone, waiting for his text. When she’s finally put herself back together and still no text, she’s worried that he’s pranking her. She presses her ear to the door, straining to hear any signs of voices, but her hearing isn’t nearly as sharp as his. She’s just about to give up and leave when her phone buzzes.

-All clear.

Then, after a moment,

-Thank you. You were a very good girl.

Her breath hitches before she groans at herself. She doesn’t need to let herself get this wrapped around his finger, that seems like a recipe for disaster.

Rosalind is relieved to see that the hallway is, in fact, empty. She pulls her keys out of her skirt pocket and unlocks her office door, and she’s immediately hit with Astarion’s fragrance. She sniffs her sweater, trying to figure out if it’s just lingering on her, but she has her answer when she sees a note left on her desk in a tidy, elegant hand.

Let me make you dinner. Tomorrow at 7.

Below it is an Upper City address.

Rosalind’s heart begins to pound with excitement, and the exhilaration of the invitation is almost enough for her to ignore the fact that he broke into her office to leave it.

Almost.

[thighzp]

WIP Wednesday!!

Finally writing again after a week of being sick woooo! thanks for tagging me my loves @firstprincehornyramblings @tailsbeth-writes

another snippet of age gap AU! lots of story building going on on my end of things, but don't worry. the snippets will get smutty, and hopefully soon! for now, enjoy a flirty, awkward encounter where Henry finds Alex much like he did the first time (under the cut cause it's a little bit long)

It was too late to turn away and sneak down the alley and re-route. He’d been seen. “Hey, Henry, right?” Alex Claremont-Diaz asked with a cloud of wispy smoke billowing into the night air. Henry looked behind himself over his shoulder, as if there were anyone else the man could have been talking to. “That is your name, isn’t it?” “Yeah. Hi,” Henry said quietly. “Hi,” Alex’s smile was genuine, like he was glad to see Henry. Not like the one he’d just been approached with at the bar that was full of mirth and condescension. “Hi,” Henry said again, mentally kicking himself because he had literally just said that. “How are you?” Alex asked. “Good,” Henry answered automatically. Alex tilted his head in amusement like he knew there was more to be said. “Actually…” Henry figured what could it hurt to vent a little bit, right? “Feeling pretty shit tonight, thanks for asking,” he chuckled humorlessly. Alex simply nodded and said, “Oh, okay.” Henry stood a few feet away from him, awkwardly kicking his feet against the pavement. “It’s just,” Henry finally relented, “I keep running into this ex… well I don’t even know if he’s my ex technically. We never made it anything official but like, I considered him my boyfriend. Anyway, he’s not anymore. Hasn’t been for months, for the record. And every time I have myself convinced that I’m over it, I find myself running into him again and it’s like the universe is laughing in my face, you know?” He took a deep, steadying breath after he finished, realizing that he had just trauma dumped all over the essential stranger. The older man took another drag of his cigarette, not taking his turn to speak in case Henry needed to continue lamenting. “Can I have a cigarette?” Henry asked, unsure where he found the audacity.

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[riddle-me-ri]

howdyyy! i have a request :] (this if u even do sequels lol)

could you write hcs for The Tetches x dormouse!reader who (during naps) will grab and sleep-cuddle anyone in range if not already pacified with a pillow/plushie to hug??

if not, that's fine!! thanks for reading teehee i love your work /)^3^(\

a/n: asdfh okay but wait no stop…that, that is absolutely adorable and I’ll be more than happy to make that happen for ya! I’m glad you love my work, your tags on the dormouse reader really made my day 🥺💚 and I hope you enjoy this one too! Sorry for the weird title…it was awkward titling this one to fit my banners lol.

The Mad Hatters React to Being Trapped by a Sleepy Reader

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

- Jervis is startled at first.

- His first instinct is to detach himself from whatever has him captured.

- However when he sees that he’s wrapped up in your arms–he’s surprised.

- If it were anyone else, Jervis would have rolled his eyes and shrugged the arms away.

- But, it was you…his sweet dormouse.

- While he did find your sleepiness troublesome, he can’t help but find it endearing.

- Especially in this moment, where you were so deep in slumber, you reached out to him and nestled yourself into his side.

- After very little debating, Jervis decides to get comfortable alongside you. A small smile forming on his face that mirrored yours.

BTAS Mad Hatter:

- Jervis usually tries to stay prepared for all your sleeping needs.

- Such as blankets, pillows, or plushies.

- Yet sometimes, like anyone else, he just forgets.

- He never expected you to lean on him one day, however.

- Jervis is instantly a blushing red mess.

- He tries to look around for one of your usual items–to no avail.

- He sighs in defeat, but he relishes in the sweet proximity.

- Jervis will rest his head on top of yours, after pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

TNBA Mad Hatter:

- Wee mad lad is the perfect pillow size.

- Jervis is taken aback at first.

- He’s relieved to see it’s just you that’s got him captured.

- At first, Jervis tries to wiggle and squirm out of your arms–but failed.

- You just end up nuzzling closer into his side, a sleepy content smile on your face.

- The soft look on your face causes Jervis to pause his squirming.

- You truly looked really adorable when you were sleeping, he realized.

- Jervis eventually warms up to the idea of being a human pillow, but only for you, and in private.

Harley Quinn:TAS Mad Hatter:

- He rolls his eyes.

- Unlike a couple other Jervi, he's totally used to this.

- And he pretends to be annoyed.

- Jervis will gently try to shake you or pat you, something to get you to wake up.

- When deep down he actually loves it.

- He loves the warmth of your arms.

- He loves how you cling to him, and how your grip gets stronger if he even remotely tries to get away.

- Jervis ensures that whenever you fall asleep, he'll always be within your arms reach.

Joker’s Asylum Mad Hatter:

- Jervis is stunned at first.

- His heart pounds at the tight embrace.

- The beats get faster when he realizes its you.

- Well, this is quite the predicament.

- He's unsure what to make of it, but he can't say he's uncomfortable.

- You are so peaceful and warm.

- Jervis can easily see why you find it incredibly helpful to sleep with something…

- Perhaps he can talk you into taking naps with him like this from now on.

Secret Six Mad Hatter:

- Jervis literally won't allow you to sleep with anything else but him.

- The only exceptions being your childhood plush that always helped you sleep or a hat he's made for you.

- Like HQ:TAS, he always makes himself within your arms reach, so you can latch onto him.

- He just finds you so incredibly adorable.

- You also make the perfect model for all his little hats he manages to make whilst in your capture.

- Jervis also likes the idea of being the last one you see when you doze off and being the first one you see when you wake up.

- He likes to stick close to you, to protect you while you sleep.

- Jervis just loves to be able to make his dormouse comfortable as they sleep away.

[velvetwyrms]

hello! really enjoying fftfu! I had a question because you've been referencing tarot cards with each chapter. do you read the cards yourself or just have an interest? :o (absolutely no idea if this will send from my main or my fandom blog tumblr is such a Functional App if it doesnt send from the latter this is @karkatvantasasslesschaps lol)

Aaaa good to hear from you! Thank you for your question and your always lovely tags, they really make my day!! 💖🥰

In nutshell, I’ve been fascinated by tarot for years, as another member of my family is a practicing witch of 30+ years, so I’ve grown up learning about many of these practices and rituals. I see the cards and their meanings in a lot of things and situations IRL all the time, including in books (Annihilation with the Reversed Tower/Tower/Reversed Tower anyone?), so I’m excited to incorporate these into my own works!

I have only practiced Tarot a few times for myself (all very insightful experiences) and I would love to continue more frequently. I have a couple of decks, one of them being flower-themed, which is what I have been basing the ‘Tarot & Flower’ combinations for each chapter on.

Flowers, water and light will all be reoccurring themes throughout the chapters, and I always consult the meaning behind the flowers featured on the cards before assigning them to the chapters to make sure that they work well.

The reason for the flowers is a hint at the bouquet that Lee gives Gaara which basically kickstarts their relationship, as small kindnesses like these are very rare for Gaara to come by.

The meanings behind these choices are as follows:

During the first chapter: The Tower and Venus Flytap:

The Tower of course represents unexpected, massive change and upheaval (my favourite card for sure!), and Venus Flytraps signify resilience. Definitely appropriate for both Gaara & Lee’s situation and their worlds suddenly turning upside-down upon meeting.

For chapter two, A combination of 6 of Swords (Gazania) and 5 of Wands (Pale Persicaria):

6 of Swords means gradual change away from chaotic situations, danger, and offers a solution to current problems (a long journey or pain), which Gaara has just been subjected to.

Represented by the medicinal flower Gazania (which can be used in combination with aloe), it represents richness and treasures. In the story, this is in the context of Lee’s home becoming an oasis in the middle of the chaos and violence that Gaara has been just through. The richness of love that Lee has in his connections between his friends and family, which is something Gaara only really has on the sidelines at the moment. To Gaara, at least, it is a treasure that he has such community surrounding him.

5 of Wands focuses on inner conflict and obstacles preventing growth (such as miscommunication), much like Gaara is experiencing in this completely new situation. Luckily, as stated in the first chapter’s title, Gaara has ‘found the good ones’ amoung humans, and is completely unsure how to handle that at the moment.

Pale Persicaria (aka Smartweed), is a weed that is used in medicine to stop bleeding (which also very relevant to the second chapter).

Used in combination with each other, 6 of Swords and 5 of Wands represents healing from a period of conflict and turmoil, much like Gaara is just starting to in the second chapter, with Lee & Sakura’s help.

Thank you again for your curiosity! If anyone else had questions about the AU then please ask away 💖

[imperator-titus]

Ghost from the Past [Part 4]

Oh lord here we go again

I have actually been unsure of the real order of things, this has more been the order of what "feels right" and doesn't adhere too closely to the in-game progression (and also, for now, I did not cross-reference in-game conversations with lines I wrote). I feel like I'm jamming too much into Act 1? But Act 1 feels like an open wound, Act 2 is actually addressing the wound, and Act 3 is stitching them closed. This story has very much been opening a wound lol

Reminder that I'll start a tag list if someone wants! And please send me any questions or comments on the story (or other stuff) if you want because I am bored/lonely. Anyway hope you enjoy!

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It was late and Eletha was already most of the way through a bottle of liquor by the time she got to Gale. He was admiring an image of a woman he'd conjured.

“Mystra?” She asked, trying to not sound too sure of her answer.

“Ah! I didn't notice you.” He dismissed the image. “I was just… practicing.”

“Mmm. Secret’s safe with me.” She smiled at him, just a little mocking but full of fondness, like she found a child doing something a little naughty but harmless.

“Elves have a strong connection to the Weave. What is your experience with it, if you don't mind me asking?”

Eletha opened her mouth, but snapped it shut. The first thing that came to her mind was dark and… deeply personal. After a moment of contemplation, wherein Gale did not miss how she had to push the dark thoughts away, she smiled. “I have a wizard friend, we’ve been on a few adventures. Gave me my magic eye. He actually taught me some spells, but… I haven't been quite able to… get to them, so to speak.”

“Ah, that explains why you are so adept at handling my peculiarities,” he said with a chuckle and a smile. “Here, let us experience the Weave together.”

Magic surrounded them in a comforting embrace. 

Gale felt that comfort, until it was replaced by flashes of memories that didn’t belong to him. 

Elven faces, angered, weeping, blissful. They were somehow familiar and monstrous at the same time, distorted by their expressions. His skin was not his own, it felt more like a tight suit suffocating his body that no longer belonged to him.

A sensation cut through. Terrible, terrifying, transfixing. He’d known it before, briefly. Elminster insisted he knew how it felt to be dominated by magic before he used it on another. That horrible feeling of looking through his eyes but being unable to connect thought to action, limbs and tongue at someone else���s control.

A pervading feeling of loneliness, isolation. A loss of self.

Guilt.

A sound escaped his lips. A gasp? A strangled cry?

A hand squeezed his. He looked over to Eletha only to see an apology in her eyes. She realized Gale had seen her thoughts in that moment. Perhaps she’d seen his. 

“Let me show you my favorite things,” she said softly, reassuring, and that feeling of comfort washed over him once more.

He is floating in a milky-blue pool and it is effortless and the water is the same temperature as his skin, it is as if he is hovering in mid-air. 

There is not a single cloud in the sky and there are more stars than he ever thought possible. Someone is sitting beside him, delicately experimenting with their lute, and he can just barely make out their friendly discussion.

Standing high on a mountain range, he looks out on Faerun, its splendor laid out before him. He can make out his home, places he’s been, places he wishes to see. The air is sharp and crisp, it hurts but it makes him feel alive. The unspoilt white snow is hard on the eyes, but it is beautiful and makes him giddy.

A young man is intently focused on his face, pink tongue stuck out between his lips, tapping his filtrum in concentration. He’s suddenly aware that his vision wasn’t complete as things become blurry and then bleed into focus. The young man smiles, nervous and proud at the same time, and he thinks that, it is so hard to open his heart to humans. Their lives are so bright and brief, yet they could be so beautiful and warm. He offers up a prayer that this one will be around a while longer, because he is sweet and stupid and brilliant. His heart opens just a little and he hopes that it isn’t a mistake.

Rain patters down around him as he sits under the protection of a decrepit roof. With the iconography, some shattered, others overgrown, it was likely a temple of some sort. Beside him sits a figure, robed in black. Its hood is cast back, revealing a beautiful woman. Much too beautiful. He’s impressed and enticed, and a little jealous. She lifts a delicate teacup to her blood-red lips and takes a sip. He tells a joke and her eyes, red and full of laughter, leave their little fire and look at him. She laughs, revealing long fangs, and it is probably the most honest laughter he’s ever heard.

He is alone, but he is not lonely. He stands in a field of flowers, watching a herd of animals graze. One comes up to him and he offers his hand to be inspected. It licks his fingers and demands the fruit from his pack. This will be his new companion.

Faces and scenes flicker across his vision. So many cobblers to repair his boots. His fingers are rough and calloused. The young man, with gray in his hair and beard, teaches him magic and he feels like a child again, thrilled by the Weave using him as a conduit.

He is keenly aware that he cannot solve every problem, but he will solve the ones he can. He will never make up for things he’s done, but he will not let that stop him from doing some good.

Eletha’s hand left his and the magic bled away back into the Weave.

Gale had to come up with his own words and feelings now. As articulate and witty as he was, he was failing to find the right way to express himself. There was a pain in his chest, nostalgia for a life he hadn’t lived. He placed his hand on his chest. “Thank you… For sharing that with me.”

Eletha offered him a subdued smile. “When this is all over, I thought I could accompany you back to Waterdeep. You know, to keep you out of trouble.”

He was a little stunned. “That would be… Yes, I think that would be a grand idea.”

Eletha owed Shadowheart a bottle of wine and a chat, but on her way, she stopped at Astarion’s tent. He was ‘looking’ at himself in a mirror and undoubtedly smirking to himself as he watched her walk over.

“Spying is rude,” she said with a little humor. He huffed as he let his hand fall to his side and twirled around to face her.

“I’m just making sure my long-lost love doesn’t get lost in another’s eyes,” he cooed, mischief in his eyes, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Eletha snorted.

“That’s quite the imagination you have. Writing our wedding vows for us? What flowers will we be using?”

“You’re cute for an old hag.” For a split second, Astarion panicked and tried to formulate a way to brush the insult off, but then Eletha let out a small laugh and all was well. “I was just thinking about… how I’ve forgotten what I look like. Or what I used to look like. Just another thing Cazador took from me.”

“I’m sure the others would share if you asked. You know, use the tadpoles.” Astarion sighed wistfully.

“But they don’t know me like you do. They don’t… love me,” he explained very carefully. “To be seen through a lover’s eyes?”

“I don’t think I see you the way other people see you.” Eletha sounded almost… regretful of this fact. 

“What, am I monstrous? A vicious vampire in a children’s story book?” he asked with a strained laugh. He actually did worry that it could be the case. It was good to be feared, there was power in fear… but he didn’t want to be feared by her. In a low voice, not quite sultry, but just as inviting, he pleaded, “I want to know what you see. I want to be… seen.”

Eletha hesitated. She looked down at their feet in contemplation. Her throat was already raw from her moment with Gale. This would hurt, open the old wound further, but a wise woman once told her that the wound wouldn’t fully heal until she opened it all the way and scrapped out the rot. She had to run towards the danger, or else it would follow her forever.

Astarion felt his tadpole squirm and tingle again, but this time she didn’t stop the connection. He relaxed and let whatever she wanted to share with him come into his mind’s eye.

He was in an elven caravan, littered with all kinds of things, like way too many boots and shirts of varying fashions, knives that had no business being unsheathed on the floor, threatening to take off a toe. He sighed in frustration, but it wasn’t his voice, as he picked up some items and threw them out of his path.

A young man sat at a mirror, trying to tie up his hair in just the right way with a ribbon.

“I think the humans have a story about the dangers of staring at your reflection all day,” he said in Eletha’s voice in a mix of annoyance and gentle ribbing. 

“Lori, you fool, we must strive for perfection in all things,” the young man said to her in a haughty tone. Finally satisfied with his look, he flashed a grin at her. Astarion was struck by how… natural it looked. “Tell me what you think.”

“So beautiful, they’ll be throwing money at us.” The young man beamed. Eletha sighed and shook her head. “I’ll have to protect your pretty face with my body. It would be a crime against the gods to scar such loveliness.”

With an audible snap, his vision cracked down the middle and distorted into two very similar but obviously different images. 

On the right was the young man, smiling and laughing. His white hair was lustrous and bouncy, cascading from his head in a waterfall of curls that he tamed with a ribbon. His skin was pale and slightly blue, but flushed on the cheeks and ears. His golden eyes were round and bright, full of life and mischief and love. His voice was light and playful. The light of the caravan seemed to radiate from him like a halo.

The left vision was dark and discomforting. This figure, at first glance, wasn’t much different. With how jovial the young one was, it was no surprise that his face was graced with laugh lines. However, there was no humor about this one. His hair, while still curly and white, was dull and dampened in comparison. His skin was even paler, almost gray, and lacked the subtle glow that gave his younger counterpart vibrance. His body language was guarded, tense, like a wary animal. From under lowered eyebrows glared a pair of red eyes, sharp and narrow, lifeless. When he spoke, his voice was dark and hard, on the edge of a snarl with plenty of bite to go with his sharp teeth.

“You would do that for me, darling?” the two said in unison. In camp, Astarion could feel the connection attempt to sever, but something held it firmly in place.

“You would look good with some scars,” the young one said, only a little bit teasing, his smile dazzling. “Like a real adventurer! Each scar a story.”

“I have scars of my own, with stories that would make your hair fall out.” The older one grinned, it was a joke, but there was no laughter, no good intent. It was a wolf’s smile, full of threat. The grin dropped just as suddenly as it appeared and was replaced by a sneer. “Look what you did to me! You abandoned me and now what am I? A monster. You have no idea what it feels like, to lose everything, to belong to someone else.”

Eletha tried to speak, but it came out as mangled sounds of disagreement and anguish. He felt the tadpole lash as she tried even harder to stop their connection. 

His vision cracked once more into more slivers, each holding an elven face that he just barely couldn’t recognize. They looked down their noses at him, full of judgment and revulsion. His heart clenched with guilt. They spoke over one another in a flurry of insults and remarks, all decrying in some way, “How could you do this to me? How could you do this to us? Abandon us? Have you no heart?”

Astarion felt the world fall out from under his feet as the tadpole finally broke the connection. When he came to his senses, Eletha was touching his cheek. He swatted her hand away, the sensation of it overwhelming, but he soon wished it back. Instead of asking for her to do it again, or grabbing her hand and holding it to his face, he glared.

“What is wrong with you?” he spat at her. Eletha’s eyes went wide, then lowered to the ground.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. I-I just wanted to show you how beautiful you are,” she managed to say around a tightness in her throat. Without further explanation, which she was probably incapable of offering, she fled in the direction of Shadowheart’s tent.

Astarion huffed to himself. He barely had the capacity for introspection, now the waters were muddied by someone else’s perceptions of him. Did his old love think he was a monster, or did she think he thought himself a monster?

No wonder Cazador snatched him from death’s grip. No wonder Eletha fell in love with him. 

No wonder he lured thousands of people to their deaths.

[brynn-lear]

Dear B,

Once again I am going to send you a question about your relationships / selfships since they're very cute and they also warm my heart. <3

This time, my question is on what kind of dates you'd like to go with your beloveds 💕 maybe a picnic? Or to a restaurant? Or something else?

I can't wait to know, but please take your time to answer this too <3

Have a nice day and get enough rest! ❤️

Sincerely, Dresvi

sorry i ended up just writing dimitri lol-

▪️Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd▪️

Dimitri knows it's not really a date. He didn't get his hopes up. When Brynn said she had nothing better to do in the weekend and he invited her out for lunch— she knew she didn't mean anything when she was eager to go to a infamously romantic location. Dimitri knew her all too well, that this will all miraculously circle back to her hobbies. So what if they're alone, just the two of them, in a restaurant inside Enbarr where couples propose all the time...

"Oh ho ho, I can't believe it, look at how cute the glasses are!!!" Brynn began scavenging her bag for her sketchbook and charcoal. "I have to use this for the next chapter!"

The King smiled weakly.

Yeah. He really didn't get his hopes up that this is a date. Of course he didn't. Her biggest solace in life were the children's storybooks she publishes (and the deranged short stories she puts out under a secret pen name, but he'd rather not give her a heart attack). He's really not offended.

But Dimitri's sure everyone can agree that it still stings when someone is this dense.

"I-It sure is." Dimitri cleared his throat. "Would you like to purchase some for yourself? I'm certain I could talk to the staff and inquire where they sourced them."

Brynn beamed. "Really?!"

Suddenly, whatever pain Dimitri felt disappeared for a while. What an adorable smile.

She slapped her cheek. "No! Get it together, Brynn. You're here to relax and not work on your monthly novel."

"It's fine, I'm sure the children would be happy to read about the restaurants in the former Adrestrian territory." Dimitri laughed softly. "Some might even consider the story as their first road trip."

Brynn looked away, adjusting her collar. "Right... It's for the children reading, hmm."

Ah. So she's not using this experience as material for children's books, but for "Cranberry N.V. Tilde."

Dimitri couldn't help but gulp. He's unsure just how she'd use this not-date as material for that side hustle of hers. When she writes as Cranberry, a seemingly romantic story ends in a tragic ending.

Is he... going to be a character in that next volume?

"Good afternoon, and welcome to the Golden Hour. I trust that you are both enjoying the ambiance? May I take your order when you're ready? Or perhaps you'd prefer a recommendation from our seasonal favorites?"

A waiter broke him out of his trance. Brynn stared at the waiter, memorizing his details. Silver hair, placid smile, and a name tag that boasts a unique name. Elzer.

"Salutations to you as well, Elzer." Brynn smiled. "Any dish will suffice, but is there anything you could recommend for us?"

Elzer doesn't seem to notice that he's serving the King and a war veteran. "Why, of course. I'd dare say you can't go wrong with a Châteaubriand for Two and Crème Brûlée as a side dish. You both would certainty not be the first pair of lovers to order this in their date."

L-Lovers?

Dimitri felt heat rising up his cheeks. "Oh, w-we're not a-"

"We offer a couple's discount for those combination."

"We'll take it, thank you!" Brynn smiled. "I believe that would be all. Oh, and perhaps maybe add charcuterie and cheese board in our order."

"Very well, thank you for your patronage. Enjoy the rest of the evening, Mister and Missus."

"No, thank you for your service, Sir Elzer." Brynn nodded.

Dimitri's eye widened. Missus? Not Miss? Missus as in the honorific used for a married woman? The server thinks Brynn's his wife?

B-Brynn? A-And him? Married?

He wanted to let out a soft scream for a moment. If it weren't uncouth and an obvious sign that his body was shaking in pure joy, Dimitri would've done so already.

The King doesn't say a word as the server leaves. Slowly, he turns to look at Brynn, hoping his facial expression didn't give his thoughts away.

Fortunately for him, Brynn is caught up in her own "research."

"Elzer... That's a nice name... I should use that for the uncle character who helps Desmond hide the body..." Brynn muttered.

Dimitri pinched his nose. Here he was, panicking over how their relationship is being misunderstood while she's thinking about a fictional murder.

Brynn cleared her throat.

"I don't even know what a Chaytoobrainfohtoo is but it sounds lovely! Have you eaten some before, Dimi?" Brynn chirped, her commoner tongue far too evident. "I wonder how it tastes."

"My father and step-mother would eat the dish frequently. Very frequently when they're in a... sappy mood."

"Why, the chefs must be tired of cooking the dish at least four times a day then."

"No, Brynn, the dish is... shared." Dimitri swallowed, face red. "It's a lovers' dish for a reason. In fact, it's customary in Adrestria to share u-utensils when eating it..."

Brynn paused.

"Oh."

Personally, it doesn't really matter to her. She shared meals with Raphael and Ignatz all the time. But no matter what disguise he wore, her company this afternoon is still the King.

Dimitri inhaled sharply. "No matter, it's a small serving, you may have it all-"

"Nah, I'll just use my hands, you can use the fork and knife or whatever." She waved dismissively.

"What?! Nonsense, I wouldn't allow you to. If anything, it is I should be using my bare hands." Dimitri yell-whispered, his face etched with pure worry.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but no way." Brynn shook her head. "I'm the commoner here, not you, silly."

Dimitri's gaze softened. "Brynn."

From another table, an old couple could be found laughing at their antics. There's much speculation on their minds, though most words spared were inaudible, both Brynn and Dimitri heard the last bits and pieces.

"Young love, they're so shy they can't even share a fork!"

"They're just like us decades ago, aren't they, my heart?"

"Oh beloved, it seems only yesterday when you gathered up the courage to have lunch with me here in the Golden Hour..."

"Ah, I was such a ragged young lad! I couldn't even reckon that you'd accept."

"As if it's possible for me to be blind when your feelings are known throughout the continent, my heart."

If Dimitri could get any more red from embarrassment, it would've happened. It was one thing to be mistaken for a married couple by the server, but another for grandparents to think they're recently courting each other.

He can't even tell her that, to him, this is their first date!

Truth be told, Dimitri's jealous of the old couple. At least the grandma was sharp enough to know when she's being asked on a romantic date. Not... a relatively short vacation with a royal friend.

Forget it! Might as well be bold.

"... Brynn."

The professor tilted her head. "Hmm? What's on your mind?"

"Let's share a meal." Dimitri told her earnestly. "Like real lovers do."

Dimitri saw it. Even with just an eye left, there's no way it was a trick of the mind. Her lips. It twitched upward for a second. She grinned for a bit.

Brynn closed her eyes.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind. After all, Dimitri..."

Her stare was different this time. Her eyelids were low enough to suggest something playful. Something that is an experience and a writing material to her, but a memory of a lifetime to him.

Brynn places a hand above his.

Something tells Dimitri that this will not end up in a children's book, but in a Cranberry N.V Tilde short story...

"While we're here in the Golden Hour, you're my husband, aren't you?" She winked.

... Yet here he was, praying to the Goddess that just this once, the protagonists will have a happy ending.

[typewriter83]

Hello mama bear, let me just tell you I love your stories. So fucking much. Especially LtW. I am not used to sending asks, so this is my first time contacting anyone like this... and it's because I have a very serious question for you. Can you recommend your favorite writers in this ship? I need Joellie who is consensual. Everything I see is either non-con or r@pe :( I will love you forever even more if you recommend some authors. Thank you, I appreciate you so much in this fandom, xoxo

I really wanted to give this the attention that it deserves because the tag only has about 450 stories, and in that small collection there are some that aren’t properly tagged so they’re not actually part of the tag. But yeah, let’s talk about some of my favorites - below the cut

Also, thank you so much, you’re so sweet. I’m looking forward to picking up LtW again sometime in the future - probably in the new year! 🫶🏻

@olldtimerbuckley13 - who just joined tumblr and we need to wave and make her feel welcome. I will recommend everything she’s written, but “What Kind of Man Loves Like This” lives rent free in my head - chapters 5 & 6, trust Mama.

“Future Days (of you and me)” by anonymous - it’s actually by Pluums, but she wrote it under the anonymous pen name. It’s the museum/space capsule scene, but make it Joellie

“Just Go With It” by CallMeShepard was the first Joellie story I read and I recommend it to anyone who’s curious about the ship but unsure about the dynamics of it. It was written before Part 2 was released.

CatrionaMac - if you’ve read my current modern AU WIP “am i the one,” you’ll know that it’s an homage to her work “Strawberry Lipgloss.” I also love “Cover Me Up” - another story written before Part 2 was released.

“Symptoms of the Culture” by thydeviousviolet - once again written before Part 2 was released. And everything I’ve mentioned before has Ellie “aged up” even though she’s not considered “aged up” after part 2 became canon. I don’t know how else to explain it, lol.

“Of Tangled Spines” by burningferns - it’s hard to recommend this one because it’s incomplete. It’s over 200k words and it only scratches the surface. The main plot of the story isn’t even really revealed - but it’s so intricately detailed and the relationship is so good in this story. I read it again earlier this year and screamed when it was over.

“Let’s List the Froze and Cons” by uhavefckinguno - it’s a cute modern AU, with Ellie being Sarah’s college roommate. Another one of the first stories I read in the ship.

This last one, I don’t know if I’m so much recommending this as I’m asking if you’ve read it: “Flying to Wyoming” - parts 1 and 2 are the ones I would recommend if you want a detailed look into what a post apocalyptic world might look like - Daniels’s attention to detail is incredible, and his descriptions of a scarred country after war and the outbreak tore itself apart are really good. I never read the Riley flashback story, and the three stories that that place after arriving in Jackson have a much different tone. Anyway, it’s considered by some to be the quintessential Joellie story, and I’ve discussed it on my blog (look up the “flying to Wyoming ao3”) tag to see our discussions.

Anyway, that’s a pretty good collection of some of the stories I’ve enjoyed in the tag. I know I’m forgetting some - and if y’all have more recommendations, please send me an ask or add them in the comments!

🫶🏻

[ktarsims]

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @simstryingtheirbestok @mainlyjustthesims @spaceapples98 @agnelid @nocturnalazure @papermint-airplane and @samkat10423. Thank you! I feel popular. LOL

Answers below cut for those who prefer to scroll past.

1. Are you named after anyone?  I am. My middle name is my father’s first name, and my first name is a play on my mother’s middle name.

2.  When was the last time you cried? Within the last week sometime, probably. I cry when watching sad things sometimes, when I’m extremely frustrated, when I’m having an anxiety attack... you know, the usual.

3. Do you have any kids? Yes. Just one. Y’all have benefited from the tools he makes me to help me with my Sims 3 game.

4.  Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not really. When I do use sarcasm, I’m very careful with it, only using it with a small audience of people that I’m 100% sure will know that it’s sarcasm, or in an overly exaggerated way that I feel fairly certain cannot be misunderstood. I feel like sarcasm is an easy habit to fall into that often creates misunderstanding. My partner says I used to not use it at all, but nowadays I use it carefully.

5.  What sports do you play/have you played? The only sports I’ve ever played were the ones I was required to play in school. Then the asthma got bad, and I got a doctor’s note to be excused from PE class my last two years of high school, so no more sports for me. I do enjoy playing with a frisbee, ping pong, or badminton from time to time, but not as a sport, just as playing around. If you want to get serious about scoring, I’m out. That’s stress I don’t need.

6.  What's the first thing you notice about other people? I’m honestly unsure about this. The first thing I LOOK for is how they’re behaving towards the people around them. Polite, respectful? Helpful? Or if they’re not interacting with anyone, does their behavior seem normal and can I make a good guess as to what they’re doing or does it seem abnormal and possibly suspicious? Yes. I actually go through that sort of process with every person I encounter. Aside from simply being female, I also have an anxiety disorder, and I’m fairly asocial as a person, and due to life experiences, I think the scariest thing in the world is other people.

7.  Scary movies or happy endings? Happy Endings. I state this conditionally though, some movies are considered scary by some that I don’t really think are very scary? I mean, I watched Supernatural, and the original Firestarter is one of my favorite movies... so... but they do have good endings. Good endings are required. I will absolutely skip ahead to the end sometimes to make sure it has a good ending if I’m getting nebulous vibes about a show or book.

8.  Any special talents? I would say that I’m good at organization, but I’ve come to know some people in the simblr community that are WAAAAY more organized than I am. I’m great with sorting out a physical space though, and have sometimes been asked by friends who aren’t good at it to help them out.

9.  Where were you born? Long ago and far away... in the not so grand ol’ USA.

10.  What are your hobbies? Sims, Reading, watching various shows (sci-fi, fantasy, occult, and mystery themes), Pokémon games, occasional other RPG console or PC games, and sometimes DDO or LOTRO.

11.  Do you have any pets? Nope. I sometimes moonlight as a pet caretaker for people on vacation though, because I’m very good with animals. One of my friends dubbed me the ‘cat whisperer’.

12.  How tall are you? Short enough to be considered petite.

13.  Fave subject in school? Uh. I once took a class in business and psychology and I really enjoyed that. Otherwise... math and science maybe?

14.  Dream job? I have often thought over the years that being someone else’s personal assistant to keep them organized would be what I would excel the most at, but having looked at the job descriptions for some of those jobs, I’m less certain of that. For now, I’m just hoping to score a job I can do mostly from home.

15.  Eye color? I agree with @simstryingtheirbestok that these questionnaires sometimes tend to ask too much personally identifying information, or information that is commonly used in answering secret questions. However, in this case, having made a simself that’s been commonly shared here, my brown eye color isn’t a secret.

I don’t know if I can find 15 people to tag that haven’t done this, because I’ve seen hordes of these cross my dash in the last week, but... I’ll give it a go for at least five: @aisquaredchoco @cas-sims @sharssims @wannabecatwriter @nornities @blackbriarsraven @spnmoosejerk @id-element0 @chazybazzy @simlicious Okay, I made it to 10. Don’t feel obligated if these are not your thing, and if you do decide to do it, I do encourage you to exercise due internet caution when answering the questions.

[miasanmuller]

My dear friend Bella @probayern tagged me to make my Bundesliga predictions for the next season so here am I :) Let's just hope I get more good things right this time than last year lol

Bundesliga prediction time: answer the following questions about this bundesliga season

1. Top 5 Bundesliga Teams at the end of the season? 2. How far will Bayern get in the DFB Pokal? 3. How far will Bayern get in the Champions League? 4. Who will be Bayerns top goal scorer? 5. Biggest surprise? (could be anything) 6. Biggest disappointment? (could be anything)

Ok so obviously we're at the top as usual, with L*ipzig as a close runner-up. Dortmund and Neverkusen are also at the top 5 but I'm not quite sure where. As for the last team... I guess almost everybody will go with either Union on Freiburg and they'e likely the safest bets, but I'm chosing not to make an exact prediction for the fifth team as I believe the Bundesliga enjoys surprising us with some wild cards from time to time. So I'm guessing the fifth team in the top 5 will not be Union, Freiburg or Frankfurt, but a completely different team no one expects lmao.

Quarter-finals bye

Honestly? Honestly?? If we make it out of the group stage alive I'm throwing a party lol I think we die at quarter-finals again.

*sigh* I'm going with Kane because we payed a lot for that man to do specifically that and I want to believe this money was well spent.

We'll have a working midfield by the end of 2023 and it will be surprisingly good. I'm unsure whether it'll be with Josh + Laimer or Laimer + Leon or if Josh and Leon will somehow make it work or if we'll sign someone else or whatever. But I think we'll get over the midfield chaos soon enough but we will have defensive problems so we'll suffer anyway

Manu won't come back this year, only in the beginning of 2024... and he'll never be as good again. I don't know how this will affect us bc I'm confident we'll eventually sign another GK soon... But this will have a huge effect on the morale and will have divise effects on Bayernblr. Hopefully I'm wrong about this one, but considering how thing's are going... And maybe this doesn't quite fit as a disappointment since this is something most of us are kinda expecting, but I also think we all have at least a bit of hope of seeing him coming back just as great as he was so yeah.

And with this sad note I finish my predictions lmao I'm tagging @thomas-mvller @miss-i-ship-it @shrimpeon and @acrazybayernfan to submit their predictions too :)

[batwritings]

I felt that sm. When I used to write for Philza, I would pretty much rely on this mf to tell me what to do.

Pokemon Scarlet :000 I've wanted to play it but I haven't finished Arceus so I would feel bad if I bought it.

Also also! I have a request, of fluff, because I just very much enjoy fluff. So, I did check your 'okay with writing' list to check, but just incase feel free to ignore. But how about XD with a partner that has a dissociative disorder, and how he reacts?

-🃏

It's kinda nice at the same time because like, hi you know your body? You know what people might like to read? lol I know Schlatt actually nabbed the front from me and wrote something on this blog. I think I tagged it with "bat's system writes" if you wanted to read it lol

That's exactly how my partner is! He adores Arceus, but has yet to finish and doesn't want to start Violet until they do.

So, bear with me on this one, but these will be somewhat based on my own experiences (and interactions with an XD fictive lol), so they may not be concurrent with everyone else's! Enjoy!~

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When XD first noticed you dissociating, one could certainly say he was concerned. You were virtually unresponsive and the poor god didn't know what on earth to do. You had to reassure him later on that this was actually a pretty common occurrence for you.

You sat DreamXD down and ran through what he could expect, especially when it came to your switches. You couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you with rapt attention. You swore, if his memory wasn't as good as it was, he'd be taking notes mentally.

The first few times he ran into another alter, there was a lot of confusion. The SMP's creator couldn't figure out why you were being so cold to him despite your relationship. It took the blonde a moment to recall your previous conversation, asking if the person who was now up front knew you.

Conversation ran from there, and over time, XD came to adore most of your entire system. His favorites were your littles; he loved their zest for life and joy they got from the little things he would create for them. The littles enjoyed him just as much, being the first people to go to him whenever a trigger arose.

Another habit DreamXD picked up extremely quickly was note writing. Usually he would simply leave a message for you, but it became a lot more common for sticky note upon sticky note to be found around your home. "I'm out for my work, I'll be home later tonight," could be found on your nightstand. "[Alter], do not forget to take the medication this morning." "Your bear is in the wash little one, please be sure it gets into the dryer before playing with him again."

The scariest moments to your ethereal partner were your flashbacks. The moments of PTSD that would shake you and your entire system to it's core. And in the moments, DreamXD was at a loss; he felt like the worst partner for not knowing more about the mortals he'd created and how to help his favorite one in their lowest of times.

Unsure of what to do, the blonde deity could be found flitting around your shared space. He would prepare a litany of favorite snacks and drinks for you and the people who shared your body and headspace. Clawed hands would gently lift you up, bringing you to your bedroom and covering you in your safety items.

And at the end of it all, DreamXD would wrap you up in his arms, both sets along with his wings encapsulating you in warmth. His claws would draw gentle shapes along your arms and legs, but only in the spots that he knew would not trigger you all further. On the occasion he would hum a song that he thought could bring you back to the present.

Once the memories would fade, you would relax against him, full body weight sinking into his embrace. "Are you back with me little star?" XD would ask, his voice full of concern and barely above a whisper.

You nodded, an overwhelming feeling of safety clinging to your skin.

[nerdysleepybunny]

I have a really stupid and personal TPN request— I am condemned for feeling love for a woman, and I am insecure of my feelings for her.

How would Emma react if (reader) talks about their insecurity of loving women, if they’re doing the right thing?

Mostly seeking comfort in this ask lol, and if this is too much, or too personal; please ignore it.

With all my heart, I want you to be comfortable taking requests and writing them.

Love you Shroomie, <3

— New Fan

This isn’t stupid at all! As a gay woman who often questions my sexuality I sort of relate to this. And I appreciate you for worrying about my comfort. I love you too, new fan! You’re awesome! <33 Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Emma (ft. Ray & Norman)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you) ((reader is lesbian and is an AFAB but I’ll still refer to reader with gn pronouns))

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: Reader is a lesbian who is insecure and a bit unsure of their sexuality, so they seek Emma out for comfort.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Not only would you be ridiculed for loving someone romantically at this age, but it’d be even worse if they knew it was girls you were having these feelings for. You’ve read quite a few romance books in the library, and all they ever talked about were men and women. You tried to like boys, you truly did. But your heart was instead aching for one of the same gender.

Their uniform, their hair, their voice, their laugh, their personality, everything was just so gorgeous to you. All of these beauties were something that you simply couldn’t find in a boy. But you couldn’t express these feelings with anyone, not even Mom. Though, now that you thought about it, there was one particular girl who never judged anyone, no matter what horrible things they’ve done, and always tries her best to help everyone out.

Emma, the orange haired girl. One of the children who always got top scores, and who was a mother figure to every child at the orphanage. The exact girl who made you realize these odd feelings. Maybe she’d understand, maybe she’d be able to lend an ear and help you.

And so, you went out to the field where all the orphans were playing tag. Perfect timing, it seemed, as Emma was walking out the forest having a tantrum about how it wasn’t fair how Norman always won, with said boy laughing behind her. You saw this as an opportunity and took it, running over to her and grabbing her hand. She and her two best friends, Norman and Ray, looked at you.

“Uh, Emma, could we talk somewhere private?” The boys shared a suspicious look, which got you worried. You hoped you weren’t being too weird right now.

“Oh, sure! How does the library sound?” The girl replied, as positive as ever.

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome, let’s go!” She tightened her grip on your hand and ran inside, with you stumbling behind her trying to keep up. The boys were left wondering what was going on. You never really managed to make any friends, so you were always alone. You spent your time either in the library or in your room. The only time you were around everyone else was at breakfast and dinner, or when Mom forced you outside to try and make friends. Which sadly never worked, so you’d end up holding back tears as your face was shoved in her dress, feeling as unwanted as ever. They felt bad for you, honestly. But why would you suddenly come up and talk to someone? Ray was more than suspicious. Norman calmed him down with the idea that maybe you were just trying to make friends, besides Emma is one of the easiest people to befriend. Everyone knew that. Though that didn’t relax Ray from thinking you were trying to do something, so he went to spy on the two of you, leaving Norman no choice but to go with him.

The two of you arrived at the library, you leaning on a table out of breath. Since you never played tag, you weren’t used to running. Especially at the same speeds as Emma. The girl nervously chuckled and mumbled some apologies, you doing your best to tell her she was forgiven with your lack of oxygen.

Ray and Norman finally arrived at the library, peeking through the crack in the door and listening closely.

When you finally caught your breath, you stood up and looked at Emma.

“I just… needed someone to talk to about some thoughts I’ve been having. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’m here to listen.” She smiled at you and sat down on the floor, you sitting in front of her and looking at the wooden floor, fiddling with your hands.

“So… you know how girls are supposed to like boys?” Emma’s eyes glowed up and she began giggling.

“OH MY GOSH, DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?!” You rushed to cover her mouth with your hand, Ray and Norman attempting to hold back their laughs.

“Let me finish! Um, instead of liking boys I like… girls.” Emma finally calmed down and looked at you with curiosity.

“Really? That’s cool!”

“You aren’t… weirded out by it?” Emma shook her head.

“Of course not, love is love! You can like anybody you want. You can even love something that isn’t human! But that’d be a little scary.” You giggled at her rambling, finally looking into her eyes.

“I really appreciate that. I always thought people would think that it’s weird.”

“Well, if they do, just know that I’m okay with it! And I’m sure everyone here would be fine with it too! You should try talking to them.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“Oh, you’re nervous? That’s okay! We can start with Ray and Norman!” Emma grabbed your hand and rushed out the library with you, making Ray and Norman stumble back when the doors were shoved open.

“Were you two spying on us?”

“Uh, no.” Ray said, looking away. Norman hit his arm and looked Emma and you in the eye.

“Yeah, we were spying on you. Ray was suspicious of Y/N.” Emma gasped and started hitting Ray on the head over and over, making him get up and run away whilst Emma continues to chase him. You and Norman laughed together.

“Hey, Y/N. Sit next to me.” He patted the floor next to him, and you sat down.

“We both heard everything, and we support you and are willing to be your friend. We can even help you make friends with the other children if you’d like! Though you may want to go to Emma for that, Ray and I are more used to our little friend group.” You nodded, scooting a bit closer to him, feeling safe and comfortable in his presence.

“Thank you.” He hummed in response, before getting up.

“Maybe we should find the other two before Emma kills him.” Norman laughed a bit, and you nodded and got up, the two of you running around in search of your friends.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Apologies if this wasn’t to your liking! And I got a bit carried away with Norman and Ray lmfao. But I still hope you all enjoyed! <33

[pansypossum]

Get to know 9 people ask game

Tagged by: @xenonhw Thanks for tagging me!!!

Last Song Listened To: Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold bc a part it was stuck in Darla's head and we had to remember it all.

Currently Watching: Well Darla and I jammed through all the early Halloween franchise movies. Halloween is my favorite slasher movie and I never saw any of those sequels so it was fun to experience and discuss all the themes and motifs etc. We aren't gonna watch the Rob Zombie ones together and I'm unsure if we'll watch the recent reboots? So I'm kinda in a what to watch limbo. But oh yeah if you mean what youtube tab I have opened it's Secret Sleepover playing observation duty.

Currently Reading: I have a library book that I don't like the writing style of so I'm avoiding reading everything else, at the moment! Oops!! But I am also part way through It Came From The Closet (Queer Reflections on Horror) which I'm enjoying a lot, I just need to pick up again!

I've only semi recently getting back into books, its been a bit since I've had the time and motivation! Being brave!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet!!!! I love desserts I love vanilla scented candles 🍭🍪🎂

Current Obsession: OCs as always! Current OC obsessions are Gabriel and Felipe. (we think they'll probably be an end game couple but its fun to explore the fact that they aren't there yet teehee!)

One of my obsessions that I just never mention ... collecting animal jpegs on silly old pet websites like chicken smoothie and neopets (not as into neopets but I got a Halloween gelert named pretty boi the first day I got back into playing that. I was on a mission!!! 😭) (and I've been constantly adopting pets on chicken smoothie since I joined in February lol. It scratches an itch in my brain of collecting and they're cute silly thangs)

Also Halloween and Horror things in general bc... (I get sad in the cold dreary months and as soon as Halloween is over I usually don't have much else to look forward to for a while so I'm holding on tight! It's October 31st somewhere!)

Relationship Status: dating and living with @duck-n-clover 💕💞💖💓💘💗 Ideal relationship bc they are always warm when I'm always cold. :) *thermoregulating you beam*

We met on deviantArt in like 7th/8th grade, later we started shipping our OCs, then met in person at a music festival I had extra tickets for and then a few months later they asked me out which is INSane to me how things happen and I'm so glad things have worked out how they did! Still sharing OCs together yay yayy wahoo!! (((Gabriel (oc I'm obsessed with) was Darla's OC and he was in the 1st drawing I liked from them on dA and now they gave him to me he's my own special OC now wah!!!))))

Last Thing I Googled: Bat Country lyrics 👍 (wondering if bat or country was in the lyrics at all) (no)

Currently Working On: ough I haven't started a drawing since finishing my 13 days of Halloween drawings. I am planning to hopefully keep working on ref sheets for two old OCs I brought back and their (new!) kids.

I tag: Um I'm usually bad at doing these things in a timely manner so I'm just gonna "tag" anyone who sees this and wants to do this now! Or soon or whenever.

[thankonomics]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @supplemental-material

1. Are you named after anyone?      No

2. When was the last time you cried?      can’t remember off the top of my head

3. Do you have kids?      No

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?      Not a lot

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?      Pretty standard - eyes. But if we’re going with non-physical traits, how they carry themselves around others

6. What’s your eye color?      Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?      Happy endings

8. Any special talents?      None that come to mind. 

9. Where were you born?      Philippines

10. What are your hobbies?      drawing, gaming, cooking, bouldering, camping, custom ergo keyboards

11. Have you any pets?      The family husky

12. What sports do you play/have played?      basketball, tennis, and softball in high school, currently just bouldering

13. How tall are you?      Somewhere between 5′4″ and 5′5″ ish

14. Favorite subject in school?      AP Lit but mainly because of the teacher we had. I don’t consider myself good with words, but I enjoyed analyzing the works we read. Ah, and any art classes :P

15. Dream job?      Currently working my childhood dream job, but if I had to come up with something else, creating wlw stories that younger me would’ve appreciated...unsure if I’d be able to tackle them as a webcomic or visual novel. Addendum: lol, sorry this took me a while. Had this sitting in my drafts for ages. Any moots that feel like it, consider yourselves tagged.

[aresianrepose]

Got tagged by @forcesofnatureunleashed for a game to get to know people better and I don’t usually do these but I’m trying to be more social in my little internet sphere so here goes!! Also, omg thanks for thinking of me. _______________________________________________________

three ships:

JayDick, Hannigram (I know), and JMart. If you sense a theme here, no you don’t. 

first ship:

Well, pre-internet childhood/young adolescent ship would be Logan and Nightcrawler from the OG X-Men movies, I’m not sure what that ship name is. But actual like proper internet using, teenage ship would’ve been Spirk and MattxMello. I actually met my internet bestie through MxM 9 years ago on this god forsaken app and we’re still going strong. (also Kingdom Hearts slash ships, literally just all of them in a big pile).

last song:

Skeleton by Fewjar, my current Jason song. The ending is not my fave but the lyrics still fuck in that part.

last movie:

Oh god, I don’t know. Probably some random horror film. I did watch Glass Onion recently.

currently reading:

I just finished House of Leaves. I haven’t had a lot of time for fiction reading. It was deeply enjoyable. I went into it completely blind and the horror/interactive decoding was really thrilling. I will say that it did fuck with my mental health a little bit so reader beware.

But for non-fiction I’m reading through... Lists 10 different books on therapy (not CBT gags, mostly somatic), multiculturalism, trauma, social justice, community work, and intersectional identities. If anyone wants good recs for trauma stewardship/work/healing, practical leftist theory (not just wank that doesn’t actually help anyone), advocacy, and the diversity of human experience through the lens of social issues lmk and I’ll send my recs. (I also have most of these in pdf form so I can send them to anyone interested, if you want).

My number one rec that I am currently reading (again) is: We Do This ‘Til We Free Us. It is an abolition and transformative justice book but it also touches on the myth of perfect victims and community organizing.

OH! I’m also reading through Hellenistic Astrology: The Study of Fate and Fortune by Chris Brennan. I’m super intro traditional astrology (not so much modern)

currently watching:

Critical Role campaign 3 and Puppet History (just watched the season finale).

currently consuming:

I’m actually unsure if this means food or media lol. I mean, I am a known Animal Crossing consumer (Pocket Camp and New Horizons). I don’t know how to like things without consuming them. I’m currently bingeing through Hollow Knight and just got done with a 20-25ish hour Celeste playthrough in the span of like 5 days. I know this makes it seem like I really enjoy platformers, but I don’t actually lol.

currently craving:

I relate strongly to force’s response to this. Umm, I’m craving a normal sleep schedule before the Spring grad semester suplexes me into ridiculous deadlines.

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Tagging the bestie to force them to also be social @othilaodal and everyone else was already tagged so yeah!! All of the pressure to do this Othila.