#you're so wonderful and good and you deserve so much

[aingeal98]

AU where instead of going back to Gotham after the end of her og Batgirl series Cass instead vanishes on a quest to revive Steph from the dead. Because she's died twice and been revived, which means everyone else in the world deserves at least two do overs as well.

Bruce panicks and represses, Babs openly panicks and freaks out, Tim is... Not fine but doing better than the other two, because Cass texted him about it before dropping off the face of the earth, basically letting him know she was going to try and bring Steph back from the dead and asking him if he could look after her rose in the manor. A second text came in ten minutes after that informing him that the rose's name is Bob.

So Cass, like in canon, ends up taking over the League for a bit. Only this time she's doing it to learn more about resurrection. She doesn't kill Nyssa, but she does fake her death in front of Talia, because she can clearly see that something isn't right. Cue Nyssa being locked up, Cass trying to figure out how to unbrainwash Talia, and Damian meeting his future sister absolutely disgusted that someone is daring to usurp his birthright.

Cass: Oh I don't actually want this job, no worries. But uh... You're Batman's son, yes? I will be taking that job later. Sorry.

So Cass uses the League's resources to find out ways to bring Steph back, while also turning the organisation into an entirely nonlethal operation. They do some good work, she's not willing to throw them all out. They're wounded damaged assassins, of course she's going to look at them and go "I can fix them."

She eventually tracks down a device that can warp reality, (personally I'm thinking a Kheran Dream Engine, because Cass would listen to the warnings of it possessing you and the only way to get free being torture and death and be like nice. Let's give it a shot) and uses it to rewrite the universe so that Steph was just recovering with Leslie, undoes Talia's brainwashing fully, and also makes it so that Bludhaven never got nuked. She tells no one that she's planning this of course, so it ends up being a very emotional and confusing day for Leslie and Dick.

She then buries the device in the middle of nowhere. Because wayyyy too much power. Heads back to the League where she gets Talia to torture her to death and then drop her in the Pit so that she's free from the influence of the reality warping device. This is not a pleasant experience for either of them. Damian tries to watch and Talia uses her mom voice for the first time ever to tell him absolutely fucking not.

It works in the end. Talia offers to take the League back from Cass but Cass can tell her heart's not in it and is like nah. You go do your own antihero espionage stuff, you deserve it. And Talia's like that sounds wonderful but what about Damian?

And that's how exactly a year and a half after cutting all contact, Cassandra Wayne, The One Who Is All, head of the League of Assassins, comes strolling into a Wayne gala with Stephanie Brown on her left, Talia Al Ghul on her right and Bruce's unknown biological son in front of her.

Bruce shatters his champagne glass. Babs drops hers on the ground. Tim passes out and Dick is in too much shock to catch him.

"Hi." Cass grins. "I'm home."

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Insecurities (Arthur Morgan x gn!reader)

A certain outlaw, who's head over heels for you, catches you being insecure about your looks and decides to step in.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: no use of pronouns, high honor Arthur, fluff

Arthur knows that you're not the most confident person out there, has heard you talk ill about yourself more times than he'd like to imagine. Sometimes, on your particularly bad days, he goes out of his way to sit with you or hand you a trinket he knows you will enjoy. The outlaw would never admit it, but during the rare moments where he can just relax around camp, his eyes are glued to your form.

It's just the way you carry yourself and the ring of your laughing voice that makes him feel all sorts of things. So his gaze lingers on you, watching you like a hawk, while he's hoping that you won't notice, because he'd seem more than just creepy. Now is such a time, where he's sitting by his tent and staring at you like some pathetic, lovestruck fool. Oh and how pathetic he is. You don't even know the half of it.

Whenever he comes riding in, you are the first person he looks for and whenever someone tells a joke around the campfire, he turns to you to see if you're laughing. Arthur isn't a man who's particularly good with words, but dear God does he especially stumble over them when he's trying to talk to you. Some sentences don't even make any sense and then he's wishing for the ground to open up beneath his feet to swallow him.

You're on the whole other side of camp at the moment and enjoying your coffee break. Normally you look so much at peace when there's no one to bother you and you get to simply be. Though there is a frown on your face now. It's nothing too obvious, but Arthur has stared at you for long enough that he's able to tell your mood just based on the position of your eyebrows.

Right now they're slightly pulled together and creating a small crease in the spot between them. The corners of your mouth are also pointing down a bit and the outlaw mimics your expression. His heart aches at your sight and he wonders who or what could have caused it. If it was someone from the gang then he will have a stern word with them, that's for sure.

Before he can dwell on it any longer, he notices how you pick up a small object that is laying next to you. A handheld mirror. That's when realization washes over him and he sees the way you study your own reflection. Unsatisfied, downright disappointed in fact. No, he absolutely can't have that. Not knowing what possesses him, he stands up from his cot and makes his way over to you.

Each step is sure and confident at first, but the closer he gets, the more uncertain he becomes. Something about you turns him from a ruthless and cold outlaw to a young teenage boy experiencing his first crush. One look from you is enough to have heat shoot up his face and make him sweat even under the thinnest of clothes and in the coldest of temperatures.

There's no turning back now though, because you've spotted him and oh, the way your face lights up is enough to make him clutch his chest. With clammy hands and a fuzzy brain he makes himself comfortable by your side and sits there in silence while he contemplates what to say. There are so many things he would love to tell you, but he always decides against it, choosing to let you live in peace.

You don't deserve a bad man like him, you deserve someone who's decent and honest. Someone who doesn't have blood staining their calloused hands and sins laying heavy on their shoulders. Arthur lowers his head, the rim of his black and worn hat covering most of his face. He has no reason to show you the extend of your effect on him.

Then he clears his throat to speak and prays that his voice won't betray him.

"You doin' okay?", he asks, the words leaving him as a whisper.

The smile you grace him with could melt the toughest of men and he feels his throat dry up from it.

"I'm fine, Mr. Morgan. Thanks.", you answer, but he can hear it in your tone that it's a lie.

"How many times do I gotta tell you to call me Arthur? I'm old, but I ain't that old.", he responds with a low chuckle and you return it with a laugh of your own.

That sound is music to his ears and he could break out into loud cheering and applause right here and now. He managed to make you laugh after all.

"I know, I know.", you mumble with an amused shake of your head. "It's just so funny to see you like this."

If it would be John or Sean making fun of him like this, he would easily threaten to punch their teeth out. Not you. You could call him names and tease him all day and he'd relish every single second of it, if it means that he gets to bask in your attention.

"But I'm serious.", he says, getting back to his previous question and he finally lifts his head to look at your face. "You wanna talk 'bout it?"

For the longest time you don't utter a single word and he fears that he might have crossed a line, that you're going to pull away from him. Nothing in your expression indicates what's going on in your head and the seconds begin to feel like whole minutes. During that entire time he keeps his eyes locked on your face, re-memorizing every single feature.

From the curve of your eyebrows to the bridge of your nose, he's drinking it all up like a parched man lost in the dessert. And when his eyes fall on your lips he has to dig his nails into his palms to keep his focus. How often has he fantasized about tracing them with his fingers? How often has he dreamed of kissing them until they're red and swollen and afterwards waking up with your taste on his mouth?

"Ah, I'm just being stupid.", you speak up and rip him out of his thoughts. He has to bite back a relieved sigh.

"Don't talk 'bout yourself like that." The words shoot out of him faster than a bullet and he clears his throat to mask his eagerness to defend you.

"But it's true.", you weakly protest and he catches you looking back down at the handheld mirror.

Not knowing what's gotten into him, he reaches out to place his rough hand over yours and your gaze snaps in his direction.

"Don't concern yourself with your looks."

"See? I told you it's stupid-", you start, but he raises his other hand to stop you.

"Let me finish first. I ain't done yet."

You close your mouth as quickly as you had opened it and he takes in a deep breath. Arthur's eyes dart down to the grass that it swaying in the soft breeze and the gears in his head are working overtime while he tries to come up with the right words. There are a thousand things he wants to say, but none of them are good enough.

"You're fine just the way you are.", is all he manages to bring out, but that doesn't seem to do it. Of course it doesn't.

Much to his disappointment you pull your hand away from under his and leave it on your lap instead.

"I appreciate it, Arthur, but I'm doing okay. Really.", you murmur, but he shakes his head.

He scolds himself internally, forcing himself to get a grip already. The outlaw takes off his hat, leaving him somewhat vulnerable and he runs a hand through his messy hair.

"You're quite pretty actually.", he grumbles into his beard, so quietly that you almost don't catch it.

You stare at him with eyes wide from surprise, but there's also the ghost of a smile on your lips.

"You think I'm pretty?"

No. You're beautiful. A goddamn work of art.

"Course. Any man with workin' eyes 'n common sense can see it."

The look you're giving him is knocking the air straight out of his lungs. Your features soften, a smiling tugging at the corners of your mouth and that familiar bright gleam returns to your eyes. It fills him with life and making him think silly and soft things. Then, as if to finish him off entirely, you put your hand on his bearded cheek and press your tender lips on the other.

At this point, he's quite certain that he's standing in flames. His entire face is on fire, sweat rolling down his neck in streams and the fabric of his blue button up shirt becomes incredibly tight. Even as you pull away and your hand leaves him, he can still feel it on his skin. His heart is drumming against his ribcage and his tongue seems to have turned into a block of heavy clay.

This is too much. If he doesn't flee now then he will make a bigger fool out of himself than he already has. Nodding and producing some strange noises, that are actually supposed to be coherent sentences, he stands up and stumbles back to his tent. He hears you giggling behind him and he pushes his hat deep into his face.

Well done, Morgan.

[dixonsdarkelf]

Giving this a proper reblog because it deserves more feedback 🖤 Some of my favorite parts are listed below.

Chapter 1:

“S'wha' ya signed up fer when ya agreed to marry me, sunshine,” Daryl began playfully, eyeing the ring on your finger fondly. “In sickness and in health. In cleanliness and in filth.”

This is one of the single funniest lines I've ever read in my entire life lmaooooo Daryl is so unintentionally funny

“Not gonna give me a name?” he asked rhetorically. His smirk widened into a wicked smile. “Okay, then allow me to introduce myself instead.” He extended his arms, as if basking in the sunlight. “I'm Liam Davis, head of the Knights. Welcome to Sunny Meadows, and a new, better life for the two of you. That is, if you do your part, of course. We don't take well to freeloaders. No more life on the road for you. We're here to ensure a better tomorrow for all of us.”

Liam is already very sussy wussy. And Sunny Meadows is super Midsommar coded IMO (a compliment as Midsommar is one of my favorite movies).

Chapter 2:

“M'alrigh',” Daryl mumbled, glaring up at his attacker, his eyes alight with the fire of a thousand suns. “Asshole punches like a girl. No offense, Peach.”

LMAO DARYL 😭😂 You're lucky your wife doesn't take offense to this.

“For good reason,” Liam replied with a nod, motioning for you and Daryl to follow him. You shared a look with Daryl before following behind the man, Daryl following close behind. “You can't be sure about the dangerous pricks that are out there.”

You're one to talk, bud.

“Sir, please relax.” Mariah walked up to the side of the bed, grabbing a tube of some sort of gel from the drawer. “We have some new equipment we've been wanting to test out. We found this ultrasound machine yesterday. We just want to test it out and make sure it works.”

I started heavy breathing at this part, ngl 😬

“Oh, wow. That's a strong heartbeat,” Doctor Owen Miller told you with a smile, the ultrasound depicting a growing baby. “Congratulations, you two.”

I wanna be happy for Reader, but I know Daryl is pissed for a number of reasons...

Chapter 3:

However, you weren't having any of it. You were nothing if not extremely persistent, so you'd stop at nothing until you'd had a chance to explain yourself. “No, I'm not gonna stop until you've let me speak my mind.”

Good for you, Reader. Stand on business, babe.

The man—Lucas—sent you a small smirk, his eyes trailing you up and down. And for some reason, you knew that the arrival of this man would only mean trouble.

This immediately made my skin crawl (a compliment).

Chapter 4:

Liam—either extremely smart or extremely stupid—interrupted the intense stare-off with the clearing of his throat. He clapped his hands twice and stood up from his seat. “No need for the hostility, gentlemen. We’re all mature, responsible, reasonable adults here. No need to rip one another’s throats out.”

Actually, bro, it very much feels necessary.

Your mind was in overdrive. You barely even noticed that you had somehow managed to grab an ornament from the shelf next to you, or that you had brought it over Lucas’ head. You only realized that fact when the man tumbled down to the ground and you were sprinting towards the weapon.

Absolutely obsessed with this. Wish I could've done it to him myself.

Chapter 5:

Daryl sighed in defeat. It physically hurt his being to do what he was about to do, but he had to. He had no other choice. “Alright,” he conceded in a whisper. “What’cha wanna know?”

I can hear the defeat in his voice 😭 Poor baby 💔

“Intruders!” someone yelled from afar, before being interrupted by a scream.

Teehee I wonder who that could be 🤗

Chapter 6:

And Daryl truly believed that. He felt like an absolute failure at that moment. He failed his family, he failed his unborn child, and most of all, he failed you. You could be dead in that well and he would not be able to do anything. He was supposed to protect you! To ensure your safety! How could he fail at that? You were the most precious thing in his life, and he was failing you. He was failing you. He was failing you. He was failing you.

Oh this caused me an immense amount of pain (a compliment)

Daryl’s heart both sped up and stopped simultaneously. He had never once thought that he would be as happy to hear that voice like he was at that moment. The gruffness of the voice, mixed with the southern twang of the accent was one Daryl was all too familiar with. “Rick.” The door to Daryl’s prison flew open with a loud bang as soon as that name left his lips, soon accompanied by the sound of footsteps rushing into his cell. The beams of multiple flashlights fell upon his face, and the light made it possible for Daryl to make out the faces of his rescuers: Rick, Michonne, and Glenn.

RICK! MY SHAYLA! MY BABIES!

Ah, ah, ah, ah. Stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive, and repeat. That was the stupid motto you had drilled into his mind back when you were being taught to do those types of medical procedures by Hershel. He had offered to be your test dummy, and you had kept singing that particular line of that song over and over again. He had thought it was stupid back then, but now it was coming in handy. He just hoped it would work.

This shouldn't have made me laugh, but it did (just a little bit).

I can't wait for the final chapter of this! I'm so excited you don't understand 🖤

⋆✮⋆ I’ll keep on adding as I write.

Fluff—❤️ | Angst—💔 | Suggestive—❤️ | Smut—🔥 | Platonic—💜

Summary: While on a run, you and Daryl got captured by a group that took you both to their community named “Sunny Meadows”. Despite the name, you could quickly note that the people were not as sunny. You two needed to escape, for both your lives and for your unborn child’s. However, that was easier said than done.

Overall warnings: Swearing, blood, death, attempted sexual assault, torture, pregnancy (although it isn’t a main plot point).

Chapter One ❤️💔

Chapter Two 💔

Chapter Three 💔

Chapter Four 💔

Chapter Five 💔

Chapter Six 💔

Chapter Seven...loading

[sombrashe]

Hello!! 💕🌸🌿 How are you doing? hopefully fine!

I was wondering if you could write HBO's Jesse x Reader where reader gets hurt really bad - maybe during patrol where a new member shoot her by accident, or the harsh winter makes her really sick, or by a random accident. i don't really mind the reason! - and he has to take her back to jackson and she thinks she's dying so she confesses to him and he's like "yeah I like you too please don't die".

I hope that my request is not a problem, you can also change anything in order to make the fic to your liking! I trust you so do whatever you please! Have a good day 💕🌸🌿

bloody confessions tlou tv show jesse

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ blood, gore, reader gets shot, fluff, comfort, protective!jesse

notesִ ࣪𖤐⋆ hiiii!! im doing pretty good so far :3 school is over for rn so im focusing a lot on this blog lol / i hope you enjoy reading this, i feel like i could have made it a lot longer

you let out a sharp yell as hot metal tears through your thigh. you don't get any relief as it sticks to bone deep beneath fat and skin. crumbling to the ground you cry against crimson cold. another shot and you're facedown, wetness seeps through your jacket and settles deep in your heart. raiders were always an issue especially so far away from civilization but you've never been caught alone before. using every bit of strength your destroyed body has you flip yourself onto your back. if you were gonna die you might as well see who killed you. of course your eyes decide now is the time to start getting that annoying black fuzz around your sight. maybe you'd be able to relax a little, just a little.

"Don't you dare fall asleep on me."

you didn't even know he was here. letting your head loll to the side you come face to face, well what used to be a face, with who you assume shot you. twice. good, glad the bastard got what he deserved. blinking slowly, whats left of your eyesight settles on a mop of frazzled black hair. you can't see his features and lowkey it freaks you out. your arm reaches up to cup his face only for your head to loll to the side. you can feel pressure but you don't know what's from the bullet and what's from him. looking down at your limp arm maybe a thought starts to form, something about how he has no blood on his face even though you swear you just touched him, but it quickly evaporates. letting out a strangled scream you suddenly have a lot more energy as you attempt to wiggle away. cold fire is being poured into your wounds and it's excruciating.

"Stop. Stop. Please."

it's all your poor voice can muster as you weakly flail around. he hushes you and starts moving his hands over your wounds. you think you hear a rip of cloth but your heartbeat is too loud in your ears. your whine is cut off as you're hoisted up and into arms. you have no strength left to hold up your head and you watch as snow fills your eyes. you can't even bring yourself to blink it away. you're laid back down and despite the cold you don't feel nearly as frozen. he settles you down into the makeshift cot and you watch as bundled jute gets dragged past your face. you know the routine when someone is dying.

"I love you."

he pauses, digesting your words, before going back into work mode.

"Just relax. You're going to be fine, I swear."

"No listen I love you, Jesse. I don't wanna die. It hurts so much."

he gently wipes some hair out of your face in comfort. once he has you situated to his liking he comes back to you. poking at your wounds you let out a sharp sound in protest.

"I have to make sure you're not bleeding out. The bullet snagged."

you close your eyes and within moments your head is spinning wildly. you gag and barely turn your head in time to empty your stomach on his shoes. he doesn't say a word just uses some snow to clean them off as you blink up at the blinding sun. it doesn't take much longer before the sun starts moving. you begin to wonder when the sun started moving before your foggy mind realizes its you that's moving. you can't see jesse anymore either and panic creeps in. sensing your anguish he speaks up from somewhere in front of you.

"I'm taking you home, you should be okay to close your eyes. you're all bandag-"

your eyes start to close at his okay and before you know it you're slipping into unconsciousness.

[alevolpe]

can you share the artists and/or writers who inspire you?

Hi! Sorry I took so long to answer, but I most definitely can!

A lot of people have inspired me in many different ways throughout the years, but I'll go ahead and list the main inspirations for my sailor moon works. I'm obv inspired by a lot more writers and artists, but I think for this list I'll only post the writers and artists who have inspired me within the community.

I cannot recommend following these people enough.

(This list is in no particular order, also if you're mentioned in here and would like your @ removed please don't hesitate to let me know)

@crawlspacefics you can find all her fic works here. If u don't know her works at this point.. what you doing.. she's the author of the wonderful 'fate' series.

@fictoryismine if there's is one writer I see never getting the credit they deserve is fictory. PLEASE check out "night sky changing overhead" if you like the character work I do, you'll LOVE their stuff.

@docholligay excellent character work and wonderful fics. Truly a one of a kind writer in this fandom, I'm very grateful to have come across her works.

@keyofjetwolf much like Doc, wonderful and insightful character work. You surely have seen her stuff on Tumblr, you KNOW how good it is.

@sailorfailures a TON of fun and unique stuff. Hcs, comics, art. I don't think I've seen anyone post anything quite like Sailorfailure's posts in the fandom. (Can you tell I love fun and engaging character stuff?!)

@songficcer probably the writer that solidified my love of makoami in stone forever.

@sirazaroff amazing artist with super interesting and unique headcanons. One of the nicest people I've met and the one to welcome me to Tumblr when I first started posting.

@iklenos extremely underrated artist. Please check them out.

@chernotravblog hands down some of the best, not only Sailor Moon art, but art period I have ever seen.

NinjaMatch, a japanese artist on twitter who used to draw tons of sailor moon, and specifically makoami. Outside of the ship though, their art is AMAZING! And artist I look up very frequently for inspiration

KBY, another japanese artist I look up to immensely and someone who holds a very special place to me given their art was some of the first I actively searched for (growing up I had little to no access to the internet, so searching for specific artists was a luxury I couldn't afford often)

The "Hello world" group and AZone doujins, I'm not usually one for doujins since the writing is most often subpar at best, but anything by Hello world group is really freaking good, I highly recommend you read at least one story by them (they are all sfw, dw). If you're a sailor moon fan and haven't read AZone.. what are you doing? It's great.

The 'sailor business' podcast is the reason I posted my first piece of fanart ever online. If you wanna hear some dudes talking about the 90s anime and having some laughs while doing it then check them out.

Also big shout out to Liz, my friend. She doesn't use Tumblr, but we talk Sailor moon all the time and her headcanons and insights are incredible.

Lastly, I wanted to quickly mention some accounts that have posted either some really good fics or some super interesting headcanons, some of which have probably subconsciously inspired my own writings and headcanons. Good stuff.

@sittingoverheredreaming @lovebytz @lemon-embalmer @moonwhing @gay-la-v

@sailormoonsub @magical-gull @rhiorhino @sailorsunspot

@everybodyknows-everybodydies

(If I didn't mention you I'm really sorry, I've been trying real hard to credit everyone, but sometimes I just see something, I love it and then I can't find it anymore)

[m-jelly]

Hey jelly girllll🤭 so I have a request !! It’s Levi and his neighbor and basically he just got off from work and saw reader kicking out her ex bf for cheating basically a mess after she does that her Levi start to get like really close for a couple months and they start dating and doing who knows what

The rest is up to you I hope I didn’t make this confusing 😭

Friendly neighbour

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, supportive Levi, time skips.

Levi comforts you after you kick your ex out for cheating. He supports you and helps you through it all. The two of you end up becoming a couple.

This is more of a long fic like request, so I've done two moments with them which involves time skip. Hope this is okay.

"Dickhead!"

Levi frowned at hearing you shouting next door. A man started yelling back and responding to you, it sounded concerning to him. He shoved his door open to see your boyfriend having his things thrown at him.

He dropped his things. "Come on babe! You're being a fucking crazy bitch!"

You shoved a box in his arms. "You're a dirty cheater! I don't want you anywhere near me. I'm so glad I only have some of your stuff here."

He sighed. "Babe, it was just sex. Men do that, okay? They have sex with random women cause they have needs. With them it was sex, but with you, it has more meaning."

You flipped him off. "Does that have more meaning, huh? Kiss my ass."

"You're such a baby!"

"Leave me alone. I don't ever want to see you again."

As he moved towards you, Levi stood in the way to protect you. "Tch, oi shithead? She said leave. Now, fuck off."

The boyfriend eyed Levi. "Who are you? You been fucking her? You whore! How could you?"

"She's not been with me, she's my neighbour. Also, why the fuck is it bad if she cheats but with you it's fine?" He walked closer to the man. "Fuck off with that disgusting thinking."

The boyfriend huffed. "This ain't worth it."

You released a long sigh. "Thank you, Levi. You're a star."

He folded his arms and smiled a little. "You're welcome. Do you need company or more help?"

You hummed a little. "I could do with a cup of tea."

He cleared his throat. "Sounds good. Do you want to come over so you can get away from some memories of him at your place?"

You grabbed your keys and phone then shoved them in your pockets. "Sounds good to me."

"You deserve so much better."

"I dunno, I'm starting to think I don't deserve good things or happiness."

He started making tea. "Everyone deserves happiness. You deserve a large amount of it."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "Thanks. You do too."

You leaned on your balcony wall and hummed a laugh at Levi's joke. The two of you had bonded over the past couple of months. Levi had been a rock to you, supportive and kind. It warmed your heart how sweet he was and you were developing feelings, which meant you needed to be cautious.

You gazed into your cup a moment. "You know, you'd be the perfect boyfriend. You're loyal, kind, handsome, smart, funny and can cook and clean."

"That's very kind of you to say." He slid closer to you. "You're the most perfect. You'd be an incredible girlfriend and wife. Your heart is so big, you're smart and funny too. Your baking is the best I've ever had. You're creative and so understanding and sweet. You're beautiful beyond belief."

You gulped hard. "I've not had anyone say so many nice things about me."

"Tch, fuck off. How can they not? You're perfect."

You locked eyes with Levi. "We see each other in a lovely light, but we don't see ourselves in a good way. Funny that, huh?"

"Maybe we should help each other." He reached over and linked his pinkie with yours. "I would like to tell you every single day how wonderful you are. That's if you'll have me."

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'll have you." You tilted your head and kissed him. "Always."

Levi's eyes searched yours as he registered what you did. He smiled a moment before crashing his lips against yours. He hummed in delight as you felt fire burn between the two of you. He pulled back as he softly whispered your name.

You cuddled up to Levi. "I've been thinking about doing that for a while now."

Levi put his arm around you. "Me too." He kissed your neck. "I would like to take you on a date. Could I cook you dinner tonight?"

You smiled at him. "Yeah, that'd be lovely."

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[angstfactory]

"Yeah, well, sometimes I go for drives n' lay out in the back here," Jesse shared, without thinking about it much. See, when he wasn't all stuck up in his head life that, he was a bit more forthcoming with information on himself. "N' it's nice to have some tunes for it." He didn't add, however, that these drives were usually taken at night as he preferred the cool night air and a sky full of stars.

"Honestly, might have to kick your ass if you even think of shit talkin' this," Jesse warned with a slight narrow of the eyes, though there was a certain type of curl at the corner of his lips that said this threat wasn't real. People would have their opinions, regardless, he knew that. But he would be pretty disappointed to find if Dante didn't like it, since Jesse liked it so much. He wanted Dante to like it, and he just felt like the guy would.

His tongue idly traced the ridges of his teeth, considering the other man as he mentioned finding someone who didn't mind the noise. Jesse felt there was truth to it, for sure. He'd always figured that if someone couldn't handle him at his worst, they sure didn't deserve him at his best, right? Or maybe that was all some excuse? Because it was easier to be tough than vulnerable.

Jesse shot Dante a look of faint amusement. "Horny baseball musical magic?" he repeated the phrase, because that was colorful. But he supposed it was a fair assessment, when he considered the song itself. It was definitely full of horny teenage angst. Sudden movement pressed Jesse backwards, almost to where he was flat on his back, because Dante had chosen that moment to physically slide over him to the other side. "Ah," he released a surprised breath, because at first Jesse thought the guy was trying something else entirely, and now was thankful it was so damn dark out there the embarrassment wasn't obvious, "sure, alright." It came off so awkwardly, because damn it, that got him back up in his head again and he was feeling some kind of way and not knowing how to deal with it. "So you can't hear well," Jesse assumed, latching onto this instead as it was safer, as it reminded him of what he'd come to realize earlier before he damn near drowned himself in beer.

It had taken him a moment to connect those dots, but now Dante had confirmed it. Made sense, when he thought back on some of their conversation and how a couple of the guy's comments had seemed a bit off or random. No wonder the man thought he mumbled.

The movie's sound was fairly loud, and despite the discman being at full volume, it wasn't loud enough. It was natural, for the two of them to hunker in closer and closer together in order to get the full experience of the song, which was a lengthy eight minutes of horny baseball magical music. Jesse got caught up watching Dante's facial expressions more than the song itself, trying to determine how it was faring. They seemed to bopping in tune with the beat. "Yeah, it's intense," Jesse smiled, forgetting to turn off the discman as it started into the next song on the CD, "can't tell me we all didn't have somethin' like that happen, right? Shit, I gave a desperate promise once or twice, back in the day. Hard to stop yourself once you get riled up, you ain't even thinkin' straight no more."

That big, goofy grin of Dante's finally seemed to have made a comeback. Jesse felt good about that. Hopefully he didn't cause it to go away again like before. "What's cabron mean?" the word was foreign to his tongue, the pronunciation of it not too better, either. "You keep callin' me that," he commented, and even though he could have sat back to give Dante back his own space, Jesse hadn't done so. "You're cussin' me out in Spanish, huh?" he prompted, though he was smirking.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Dante watched Jesse jog around the truck like it was the most natural thing in the world to go hunting for a CD player in the middle of a drive-in, and despite himself, he huffed a laugh. “You’re tellin’ me you got a discman ridin’ shotgun? Aye, you really don’t fuck around, huh?” His tone was teasing, but not unkind, and that wall he’d started stacking back up, brick by careful brick, was already crumbling again

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ When Jesse flopped back down beside him, making the whole truck groan, Dante shifted just slightly so their arms brushed. He didn’t move away, though, just sat there with the contact. “You better not be oversellin’ it,” he warned lightly, though the smile was there, tugging stubborn at the corner of his mouth. “’Cause if I listen to this and don’t immediately feel like makin’ out in the backseat of my Regal, I’m blamin’ you.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The movie flickered on behind them, mostly ignored, and the sounds of chaos and camp blurred into the background. Dante’s gaze drifted back to Jesse as he spoke, and his expression softened with it. The firelight licked at his lashes, casting gold along the edges of his face. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice lower, more certain. “I get that.” He hesitated a second, then added, “But I don’t think you gotta shut up first. Not all the way. I think you just need someone who don’t mind the noise.” He didn’t say it, but his mind flicked briefly to his cousin - the only person who’d really seen him after the crash. The one who didn’t ask for an explanation when he bailed on everything and everyone else.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “C’mon, then” he said, nodding toward the player. “Let’s hear this horny baseball musical magic of yours.” His smile faltered after just a second, and he said, “Um.” His face burned, and he really didn’t wanna talk about it, but, with the music playing loud in the background, and Jesse having been on his bad side�� He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and then crawled over the other, just real quick. “I can hear better on this side.” Was all he said, then he pushed play. Could he have hopped off the tailgate and moved himself that way? Yeah, but Dante rarely thought, just did.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It was still a little hard to hear, and he subconsciously started moving even closer to the discman, but the grin grew on his face as the song continued. “Paradise by the dashboard light, huh?” He said, and by the time the interlude completed, he was laughing. “Oh, damn, that’s all crazy.” The song continued on, and Dante nodded his head, tapping in rhythm against the metal of the truck bed. He really liked the song.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Then the final verse came, and Dante sat there blinking, mouth parting in disbelief. “You weren’t kiddin’. Promised forever and shit!” His tone was full of giddy outrage, his grin spreading again. The thing about Dante Reyes, underneath all the bruised pride and bad decisions, was that he was a chismoso at heart. This song had the same wild, dramatic energy as sitting around a cousin’s kitchen table, talking mad shit and laughing till his ribs ached.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “You got taste, cabrón.” He said as the song came to a close, the toothy grin having returned.  At this point, the movie was just background noise, he hadn’t looked at the screen in a while.

[silverandarsenic-hcs]

headcannons for if the ghouls/papas accidentally drunkenly stumbled into the wrong room, the readers room? just a thought i had, thank you if you go with it☺️

this ask is also from 2020. again, sorry i just wrote it now.

Papa II: makes up his mind about what kind of person you are and what you could possibly add to his evening before youve even fully registered that he's there. you have no idea that he's drunk and opened your door accidentally, you just think he showed up for no reason. almost always he chooses to brood by his lonesome and leave you where you are. if, on this rare occasion, he decides in that split second that maybe he could do with some company, he'll take you with him back to his own quarters. he has no interest in being in other people's space, you see, because he controls everything in his own room, and is much more comfortable asking someone to leave than he is leaving someone else.

Papa III: in his eyes, you are immediately friends. "ah, sister, what are you doing inside at this hour, on a friday night? may i entice you to join us?" just wants everyone to have a good time. im imagining that you're changing when he drops in, and instead of panicking and leaving he just covers his eyes and says "sorry, I'll wait until your decent." the man is very malleable when he's drunk, you see, and you could convince him to just about anything. if you let him stay he will sprawl out on your bed and say "so tiresome being a papa, you know? I think we all deserve a little friday relaxation, forgive my drunkeness. enough about me, how rude. tell me about you? I am here to listen" and will genuinely listen to whatever you want to say. will go get another bottle of communion wine from the ministry cellar so you can get a little silly too.

Copia: shocked, humiliated that hes intruded upon your space, will immolate later if you ask. but, alas, if you ask for something else... well... no he's too embarrassed for all of this and must leave immediately. rain check? makes sure he blacks out so he doesn't remember what he's done, even though it was next to nothing.

Papa V: is halfway through saying something to someone in the hall and opened your door by mistake, when he thought he was somewhere else. youre sitting on your chair reading, or in your bed on your laptop. he just stands completely still and stares at you with no discernable expression. is he surprised? angry at you for being in your room? confused? is he going to murder you or try to fuck you? you have no idea. he stares at you for so long that you're sure hes waiting for something, but you have no idea what. you stand up and straighten up, and still he doesn't move. you open your mouth to speak and he narrows his eyes at you, stopping you. a cold chill passes through the room. a shiver runs down your spine. after five entire minutes of the most dreadful, terrifying silence, he sighs and softens, and says "anyways..." like you're old friends, and leaves. you're awake all night wondering whether or not hes going to come back, for some reason.

Dew: good luck, bestie. he fell through that door, maybe straight through leaving a dew shaped hole in it, and he is not getting out or back up. he shrieks when he sees you, at the top of his lungs, as if you're the one that just scared him. tears around your room on all fours like you're not even there. if he knows you he will bother you for the rest of the night, and if he doesn't, he will bother you until someone comes looking for him. pro tip: he's food motivated. if you want him out, just tell him you think someone left the laundry room door unlocked.

Swiss: if he doesn't like you or immediately, through his blurry eyes, think you're hot, he'll just mumble some kind of apology and leave again. otherwise, he will not leave until you agree to something. he's either going to try to seduce you (the efficacy of which is up to you, perhaps you're stronger than I) or convince you to come out and join whatever type of party they were up to. however, he doesn't need to be told no more than once, he knows where he's not wanted.

Aether: "Ah! sorry! Sorry!" he shrieks and covers his eyes, no matter what you're doing, before he can even think to leave the room again. even if you tell him its fine you weren't doing anything, even if you invite him in, he is humiliated and will send apology flowers later and likely never look you in the eye again

Rain: very sorry but if he recognizes you from the halls even a little bit and you arent up to anything nefarious he will come in and ask what you're doing, and why, and how, and what you're doing later, and what you think of this and that, and then tell you some mischievous story until he tires himself out and falls asleep wherever he's sitting. even if he gets a little annoying after a while, maybe you just wanted your alone time, you won't kick him out because hes just so cute.

[perfctvelvet]

Hey, I'm sorry if this is a weird request but could you please do Madelyn Cline and Sydney Sweeney x dom!reader threesome and reader is like mean and degrading them?

Pairing: Dom!Reader/Sydney Sweeney/Madelyn Cline

Summary: Reader indulges her girlfriend Sydney in a fantasy of hers. She just didn't know she'd be so into it. WC: 0.9k Content: 2nd POV, implied FWBs, threesome, D/s elements, oral sex (reader receiving), degradation. A/N: Format is cooked because I have no laptop of my own right now so yay

After the week you had, you knew you deserved not one, but two girls pleasing you in the way you need. You could've called anyone over to your place. When scrolling through your phone your fingered hovered over the name of a contact you knew to be so eager to please.

"You can come over tonight, but bring a friend."

If you told Sydney to jump for you, she'd ask how high. You aren't sure what made her that way with you or how it happened, but you took advantage of it without guilt. She had plenty of gorgeous friends to bring with her and your heart raced wondering which one of them she would bring. She had pulled up to your door with a new, but slightly familiar face. Madelyn. You have seen her around, mostly with Sydney and rarely in person. She was Sydney's good friend, but she didn't carry the same reputation as Sydney. It made you wet thinking about how Sydney was more than willing to offer up a new friend for you to use. Just 10 minutes after inviting them in and you were relaxed against your couch, glass of wine in hand, and two pretty girls between your legs.

You flicked through Netflix as if you were just having a regular Friday night. Part of the thrill, especially for your eager slut like Sydney, was that you acted like they were invisible; just toys to fulfill your needs.

Sydney's wet, soft pink tongue lapped at your clit. She loved the way you tasted. It was intoxicating. She always worked hard to make you whine and moan louder for her, but somehow she never managed to make you budge to her liking. Instead of being discouraged though, she just worked harder to hear you praise her. You do praise her, but not before

degrading her to see how much it'll motivate her.

"C'mon Syd, you can do better than that. Stop giving me those useless kitten licks and make me cum. Be a good example for your slut friend."

After that she went from licking your clit to sucking on it all while her friend Madelyn was licking your slit, her tongue prodding at your hole. She was good, but it's clear she didn't have as much experience as Sydney in being a mouth slut. You sort of enjoyed it, seeing that it was an opportunity to break in a new slut and add her to your roster.

You peel your eyes away from the TV and look down at them doing their very best to please you. They were trying everything to hear your filthy words turn into one of praise. Madelyn's tongue began to slip dangerously closer to your asshole, something she thought would work, but you didn't take well to the teasing.

"Aht-aht slut," you grab the back of her and move her lower so her tongue was pressed against your asshole. "No teasing. Sydney you need to teach your friends better before you bring them to me."

Sydney hummed in affirmative against your pussy before wrapping her lips around your clit, trying to make up for her mistake. You knew she was working hard, but she could come harder. And what motivated Sydney greatly was making her feel like she was doing her best.

"Two fucking greedy whores...you're lucky I even let you touch this pussy." They can't get enough of your taste, still licking and sucking through the verbal abuse. "You'll never be able to get more than this if you two don't make me cum more than once tonight."

Madelyn expected this to be a one time thing, but the possibility of more exploration and play excited her, making her eager to be the one that pleases you the most. Her friendship with Sydney was becoming a rivalry as it was every woman for herself when it came to receiving your praise and pleasure. She moves up and her tongue tries to get a taste of her clit despite Sydney have her soft lips wrapped around it. Madelyn was giving her a run for her money and you were impressed. Their two tongues began to dance around your clit, neither one of them wanting to share, but you forcing them to.

"Be good," you say sternly. You were now concentrating on your pleasure more than putting them down. Playing nice together will help them achieve their reward, but they were too blinded by a lust-fueled jealousy that made them fight for your clit. Your legs trembled as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach begin to ache. You grabbed a fistful of both of their hair and began to grind.

Your hips moved sloppily and you weren't even sure who's tongue was giving you the most pleasure, but it didn't even matter.

"Don't fucking stop! You're going to make me cum!"

Each girl felt like your message was directly for them and not the other. You truly didn't care who was the one making you cum when you felt the sweet release crash into your body. A weeks worth of tension just slipped out of your mind and you were filled with pleasure.

In your state of bliss you watch how Sydney and Madelyn's tongue began to meld together and they sloppily made out with each other over your cunt. You stare at them with a half-lidded gaze, the two of them sharing your arousal and moaning at the sweet taste of you. It was so hot that you almost had a word of praise on your lips for them...almost.

"Don't think we're done just because you've made me cum once."

You were serious about needing to cum more than once. But, truthfully the most fun part was watching Sydney and Madelyn do their best to be the one to impress you the most. Sloppy kisses and dripping arousal, they just wanted to hear you lobby your filth at them.

[hermidetta]

she knows they don't mean it.

she knows they don't mean to sound short, clipped, even the faintest bit pained—she knows, but it had been the last thing bernadetta had ever wanted and it is her fault, it's hers. they laugh. not at her, but they should have. she suddenly wants to laugh at herself, too. it takes everything in her not to. absolutely everything.

"i... i told you."  bernadetta shakes her head and fidgets her knees like she isn't thankful they're already sitting down, or she might have crumpled.  "i-i don't want anything that you don't,"  she repeats, voice trembling just a little more than she'd like. just a little. because, once she's decided to be brave, the least she can do is see it through until she folds, until both her body and mind give out. there have been a handful of times in which she has done just that.

(once, when she almost drowned to save another friend who had hurt her on purpose. another time, when she got the scar on her neck that yuri redressed themself. because being afraid doesn't mean she can't still be brave. being afraid might just always be a part of what makes her bernadetta von varley, silly and absurd but sincere bernadetta von varley, and maybe that's also been something that saves her.)

"what i want..."  she trails off. does she even know, either? and if not, how could yuri possibly know if even bernadetta doesn't? but the answer feels easy.  "can't it just be for you to be happy? can't that be valuable enough?"

can it really be that simple again?  anybody would ask.

but can't it be, with her?

"i don't know your name, but you know mine. i don't know your name, but i know when you might be hurting, and nobody needs a name for that. i know how you take care of flowers, and i know that you showed me how much to water them because i cried really hard when i accidentally killed one of yours with too much."  almost as much as she had for him when she had tripped with those shears.  "i know that you're mean to yourself, and that sometimes you only feel pretty on the outside. i know that whenever i was scared and all alone, and tied down for my lessons... i remembered you. that there used to be someone as wonderful as you in the world"—even if i ruined that, she leaves hanging in the air, forever a guillotine over her neck—"and then the world felt a lot less scary. it just, i don't know... it felt like there could still be good things in it. what else could you have ever given me that mattered?"

all they've done is make her life better. a year and some change ago they saw the stupid, killable girl who almost got them killed and still decided to let her call them her friend again anyway. she held out her bleeding heart to them back then without expectation; they couldn't do the same, she still thanked them for it. she still thanks them for it now because don't they see? they don't need to bring down the walls they'd painstakingly built to keep themself alive, how could she do that to them? how could it be anything as simple as lust for her to see their lips and instead brush her affections against the imperfection she'd left on their skin? you've always been beautiful, i'm sorry for hurting you, thank you for still being here. thank you for still being here at the same time as me. she folds her hands over wherever their walls may chip, protecting the cracks even if she can't be inside the same way yuri's always protected others, protected their world that they think they can't be part of.

"you still take care of me, even though i don't deserve it. even though i don't have anything valuable for you. you think you haven't given me anything, but haven't you already?"  and she sounds sweet not because she realizes it, not because she desires anything in return, but because they make it so easy. she can tilt her head into yuri's line of vision again, blink up at them through violet lashes and search for those lilacs. she can do that for them. whatever it takes—she can be brave enough. for the both of them, if she has to. she wants to. what could go wrong, her heart whispers, except everything?

"you can just keep being you,"  she offers, and is brave enough again to give their hand a gentle squeeze.  "however you want to be, however you feel safe to be. that's enough. you're enough, always. okay? and, um... that's my embarrassing speech. and you don't have to say anything, because bernie of all people knows that talking is scary, but please don't laugh at me. a-at least until i'm out of earshot... a-and if you're mad at me and my big fat mouth, i can go... and... and..."

and.

*⚘ crimes one and two

⠀ continued. ⚘ ethereal ball 2025 ⠀

[kozzax]

the wvpm dynamic is so connecticuit clark and malfina to me. the wvpmar dynamic is what if connecticuit clark and malfina were also romantically engaged with Guy Who Owns A Netflix Account. no i will not elaborate.

[waytootiredforthistoo]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

just talked to a friend i haven't talked to in like 6 years,,, I"m do drunk rn but he has a kid??? she's THREE,, she's precious

also he has a cat named moony?? HELLO???? Can we please all admite my restrainy that i didn;t bring up the marauders. everyone clap for me please and thank hyou

(Also there's another cat and yes rob i got screen shots for you, except that i accidently cut moony's head off, sorry abiout that)

[deoidesign]

happy birthday! I just wanted to let you know that I came across this account after seeing this sick horror piece of old time churches, decinding to follow the page, and then realising that it was the same artist who'd written that sick comic on time travelling werewolves and vampires which I'd lost. and they're both t4t too ! effervescent

thank you!

Honestly it is an extremely unfamiliar reality that someone could know me from multiple different things... Not sure what to do with that but I'm glad to have impacted you in small ways and I hope to continue to do so! So thanks for being here, I'm glad that fate brought us back together haha

[incarnelia]

Noooooooo it keeps happening. why do i keep doing this to myself i need to make a change. tagsssssss whyyyyyyyy i couldve sworn those were within limits... i seriously need to remember this time to use reblog i keep relapsing out of habit.

[into-the-milgramverse]

Fuuta crash out when

(don't mind the tags, i'm talking to fuuta)

[kellystar321]

@rhinoyo MY BELOVED LEMMY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! lots of love!! <33