#you're welcome or I'm sorry w/e

[angelosearch]

I ain't the sharpest blade on a gun...

[anthropwashere]

Ah fuck, I almost forgot, I decided to finally post the Grimdark Homestuck Beast for the Good Intentions deadfic event this year. Everybody pray for me and the hours I'm gonna spend bullying the Homestuck AO3 skin into submission

[clown-bimbo]

Despite being transmigrated to a world of magic almost completely different to your own, with a rich history and culture you know nothing about, you are still expected to go to school.

And you can't even get any of your medications for it.

You're like halfway through the school year, and you are stressed. Maybe that's putting it nicely. You are stressed, pressed, and depressed, and studying for a history test of a world you were never a part of. And on top of all the typical school bullshit, there's also your social life, Grim, whatever bullshit Crowley throws your way. There's also the crushing dread you'll never get home again, and the depression that comes with your situation and oh yeah the depression that runs rampant in your brain without the proper chemicals to tell it to shut up.

You're fuckin S T R E S S E D.

And your buddies are starting to notice it.

Hi, and welcome to the first horny addition to Stuck In TWST Without Meds. Today we'll be taking a look at how Cater, Trey, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus might fuck your brains out to distract you from the fucking everything in your life.

18+ content below the cut. minors, this one isn't for you

all characters (including you) are 18+. established relationships.

In hindsight I don't think this is at all "smutty" enough so I'm sorry!!! But I'm really proud of how each one ends. Might go back and make them smuttier or make a smuttier part two idk but I like how it is rn

🍀

Trey already typically stays up fairly late, what with vice housewarden duties and all, but he's surprised to find you have him beat. When he left you in his room, it was with your promise that you'd be done in a minute. Buy he was gone for a good half hour longer than 'a minute', and there you were, still at his desk, furiously scribbling away with bags under your eyes.

Cute.

You don't even notice when he comes up from behind you to place a small kiss on your cheek.

"I think it's about time for bed, prefect."

"Just a minute."

"That's what you said an hour ago."

That gets you to actually look at the time. You whimper at the hour gone (and little progress made), but brush him off.

"It'll only take a minute."

Trey sighs and shakes his head.

He considers for a second leaving you be, but this is the man who got Riddle away from studying for treats. He's got tricks up his sleeve. Though he is about to use some very different tricks for you.

It starts with his hands on your shoulders. Innocent little rubs to your shoulders. Another kiss to your cheek. A kiss to your jaw. A kiss to your neck... that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. A nibble.

His hands are moving, too. From your shoulders, to your biceps. Soon he's taking your hand in his, holding it up to his lips.

"Trey--"

"Yes?"

"W-what," You suck in a breath as he leaves another love bite on your neck. "What are you doing?"

He simply hums.

His other hand gets to your thigh.

Your pen is abandoned.

💎

Cater whines your name from his spot on his bed.

"Just a second, Cater."

"But that's what you said an hour ago!"

He has that adorable look in his eyes, and if you'd only look at him!!! he KNOWS he'd have you in his hands.

But you won't, and he doesn't.

He flops back onto the bed with a sigh.

Until he gets an idea.

For a second, one foolish second, you think you have peace. Until you start hearing a quiet but telltale shlick shlick shlick.

His breathing starts to quicken. Then he's oanting. Soon you can hear quiet moans escape his lips.

And you can hear your name as well.

God damn it.

Cater grins as you finally get up from his desk.

🦁

Your stress is stressing Leona out.

He's lounging on his bed while you work on studying for Trein's test. Leona commented that you're taking freshman history, which is "baby stuff" to which you reminded him "I AM LITERALLY NOT FROM THIS WORLD, LEONA." And, to his credit, he did try to tutor you, but Leona is the kind of tutor that only works for certain individuals and you, bless your heart, are not that type.

So he gave up (lazy lion) while you continued to work. But he can basically hear your cogs turning from his spot and it's just not productive for either of you.

So, with a growl, Leona grabs you by the collar, only to start aggressively unbuttoning it.

"Leona-"

"Shut up."

"Leona, I-"

To which you are met with a 'shut up' kiss.

But you're pretty quick to forgive him once he has you on your knees under him.

"You're working too hard, Herbivore." He grunts from over you. "Give that little brain of yours a break and let me do all the work, alright?"

🏹

It's already difficult for you to continue studying when you have Rook whispering all sorts of French terms of endearment into your ear.

He's all over you, trying to coax you away from work and into bed with massages and the aforementioned French nothings.

Nothing.

He sighs, leaning back.

Until a wicked little idea brings a grin to his face.

"Mon amour," He whispers, to which you hum in reply. "I'm going to get a snack." Another hum.

A second later you feel a hand at your pants zipper. You look down to see none other than Rook, of course, hitting you with a closed eyed smile.

👑

Vil had been helping you with your homework. Bit even after he had stopped to get changed for bed, you had kept to it. And now you had vil worried about you. While he respected your gumption, you weren't going to get anything out of staying up all night and worrying yourself. You had used up your productive hours (quite productively, he would like to add) and now it is time for sleep.

He calls your name once.

...

Oh, this will not do.

He stalks over to you. He reaches out with one perfectly manicured hand and traces your jawline.

"Darling," He purrs. "It's time for bed."

"I cant." You reply. "I-"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh." He brings a slender finger to your lips. He takes your chin between his fingers and turns you to look at him.

"It's time for bed." He repeats. "Are you going to behave for me, or am I going to have to show a naughty little spud its place?"

💀

Let's be real, Idia's probably not going to sleep at a reasonable time, but he's also not staying up stewing over homework. If he's gonna have you staying up all night in his room with him it's gonna be—

W-w-w-wait, not like that!!! He was gonna say if you're gonna be staying up all night with him it would be cuz you're playing videos games! That's all!!

Oh, but now he's thinking about it... but you're working... ugh, but it's such beginner knowledge! But you're so focused... you... you wouldn't notice if he–

But you do notice. You do notice the 6 foot tall flaming haired nerd (affectionate) humping against you. It would be harder not to notice.

🐉

Malleus is concerned about his precious child of man. He can see how stressed you are. How hard you work. He wants nothing more than alleviate the troubles plaguing your mind.

And Lilia had a... curious suggestion.

Youre working away within your own dorm room when there's a knock at your door.

Malleus grins down at you.

"May I come in?"

And you say yes.

You worry about your work left upstairs, but you play the role of gracious host and prepare him a cup of tea. He takes a seat.

"You've been troubled recently." He notes.

You sigh. "I've just been stressed with all this work."

"I see." He's silent for a moment. "I dont like seeing you in so much distress." He confesses. "Might I offer my assistance?"

You blink. "Oh, sure. Yes, I'd love that. Thank you." You expect he's going to help you study.

You do not expect, however, for him to press you up against a wall and his lips against yours.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon: steve and his dad have an argument its the 1st time his parents realize how badly they fucked up with their son. Especially when Steve calls WAYNE MUNSON 'dad' and begs him to come and get Steve.

Okay, okay. Okay. Since it's just a headcanon thing, I'm gonna do just this phone conversation between Steve and Wayne happening in front of Steve's parents:

Eddie: Hey sunshine, what's up? Steve: Can I talk to Wayne? E: Uh, sure. Hold on. Wayne: What's going on, son? S: Um. Can I come over for a bit? W: How long's a bit? S: I don't know yet. W: You're always welcome here, you know that. S: I know, just. Wanted to be sure. W: Okay. You need me to come get you? S: Yeah if you can. W: Alright, see you soon. S: Thanks, dad. W: *silence* S: Uh. Sorry. I meant Wayne. W: You call me dad if you want to, son. I love you like you're mine. Okay? S: Okay. W: Gonna make Eddie clean up a bit, but I'll be right there.

And off screen Steve's dad is losing his shit that he's being ignored, that Steve is saying something about leaving, that he's calling someone else dad. His mom is just standing at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine, not sure who she should be supporting or comforting, which is always the case with her.

Eddie is pacing while he listens to Wayne's end of the call, worried that Steve is hurt or something. He doesn't say anything when Wayne tears up at the end, even after Wayne tells him what he said.

Wayne shows up at the Harrington house, doesn't say a word to anyone but Steve, and helps him carry two bags out of the house. Steve's father is yelling the entire time, and Wayne jokingly asks if Steve wants him to shut him up with fist to the face, but Steve just shakes his head. He just wants to leave.

When they get to the trailer, Wayne just gives Eddie a look and sits down next to Steve on the couch. Steve curls into his side and finally, after years of not letting himself, he cries.

Eddie sits on the other side of Steve, holding his hand and silently supporting him while Wayne comforts him.

That night, when he says "goodnight, dad" to Wayne, they both cry again.

[sneppu]

Hello! Welcome to The Sneep Zone

You may call me Nagi

Main blog: @nagoo (I'm also on Bluesky! absolutely NO MINORS on the bluesky, no exceptions. nsfw art will be going there.)

@headmasterseverussnape is my beloved

u better be able to tell fiction from reality i stg.

first and foremost: fuck jkr. i do not endorse her. i do not agree with her. we dont do that weird shit here.

we do different weird shit instead (bask in the decadence of The Sneep)

This sideblog is for me to post all my Snape art and Snape related ramblings! I am addicted to snape fics, and have found myself needing to make fanart for some of my favorite writers. such things will be posted here!

Severus Snape is my favorite guy!

I am known to refer to him as: Sneep, Snorp, Sneb, The Sneberous Sneb, The Snebulous One, He Who Sneeps In The Dark, SneepSnorp, Mother, Sneppu, El Sneepo, Snorpo, Snib, The Best One, The Only One That Matters, precious beloved sneep, Babygirl, etc.

rest assured, I am talking about Severus Snape every single time

I ship him with everyone! yes, even [insert character]. I always tag ships so block the tag or w/e if theres one you dont like.

I truly and genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, do not care even a little bit about The Grievances u may have about my ships or my sneeps. I cannot stress enough how much that is not my problem. If you're the type to throw a tantrum over ships and fictional content I'm just gonna block you tbh.

Dark/Fucky content WILL be found on this blog. Snape was practically MADE for that shit and I like to project my traumas onto him so like. ykno. I expect ppl with critical thinking on here ONLY.

in my ideal world, everyone would love and cherish Sneep. I tend to focus on marauder's era Snape

not to be rude, but i kind of only care about Snape really. the slytherins are cool and chill too (especially Lucius, Rosier, and Mulciber), but i mostly care about how they interact with and potentially fall in love with The Sneep. the marauders are rat bastards and i ship them with Snape in a "grovel eternally for the scraps of his affection" kind of way. I am not sorry.

dont expect nothing serious from me unless im waxing poetic about Snape or heavily projecting my own Tragic Past onto him tbh, and even then...

i have zero interest in any debates whatsoever. i cannot emphasize this enough, my thoughts are disjointed and nonsensical. The mere thought of having a serious debate about anything is stressful and unpleasant. I mean it as kindly as possible when I say it makes my eyes glaze over.

i am just here to draw Snape and shitpost about my favorite little guy.

i dont care that he's mean.

he shouldve been meaner, actually.

he's better than me and he's probably better than you too, because i wouldve absolutely lost it big boy style.

Art tag: #nagi nyart

Have you ever written a fanfic about Severus Snape? If so, please PLEASE read this post Here

this shouldnt even have to be said but please do not??? take me stuffs and completely re-upload it without credit or permission?? dont do that to anyone, actually? like idk basic courtesy towards artists or w/e. you know better, i know you do.

BUT that said.. using my stuff for your header or profile pic is fine with credit somewhere easily visible, like the profile description, or pinned post!

[cielwritings]

What if Ciel, r!Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Soma, Agni (and whoever else you wanna add) worked somehwere like ouran hshc? Like how would they be w each other and with a reader/customers n all that? 🥰

! Ouran HSHC AU !

OURAN HSHC MENTION WTF IS A SEASON TWO RAHHHHH

..also, imagine soma and agni being related

This took forever to think about.

Ciel as Haruhi, R!Ciel as Tamaki, Sebastian as Kyoya, Claude as Mori, Alois as Honey, Soma and Agni as the twins. Soma as Hikaru, Agni as Kaoru (it made most sense but my fujo brain wanted agni to be the seme...)

Despite Soma and Agni being the brocons, they aren't the most popular duo. That's Ciel and R!Ciel. A teasing older twin, and a shy younger twin.

Alois is more-so a mix of Shiro and Honey. He isn't the innocent type Honey is, but goes for the dynamic of Honey. For girls that wish for a cute boy to dote on. He has a naughtier, playboy personality like Shiro.. as shown at the end of that episode he's in.

This club is known for being quite.. taboo. Only the girls that were known for being naughty or improper went there, or the girls too shy to admit it. Sometimes, even boys or GNC people as well! Everyone gets treated the same though.

You'd be welcomed with a kiss to the hand from Sebastian, leading you to a table for you to sit at. Ciel will be the one to ask who you'd wish to schedule.

If you pick Ciel, he'll be quite sweet to you. He'll be kind, brushing his hand through your hair sweetly. He'll offer you his favorite candies, telling you that he doesn't share with just anyone. You're special! If you want, he'll let you have a taste of his favorite lollipop. Then, he'd like the exact same spot you did for an 'indirect kiss'.

If you pick R!Ciel, he's much more flirty. He'll always have a hand on you unless you explicitly say no. On your arm, holding your hand, in your hair, on your knee. He'll rest his head on your shoulder, taking in your scent. Whether it be your natural one or some perfume or cologne you put on, he doesn't care. He loves your smell, and will let you know that fact.

If you pick Sebastian, he'll act, unsurprisingly, like a butler for you. But a more daring one. He'll hold your tea cup as you drink, he'll wipe your mouth sensually, he'll feed you. He makes sure everything you have in your mouth is perfect, and the smallest complaint you have will leave him apologizing and treating you 10x better. His compliments are very unique, and always leave you flushed beyond belief.

Picking Alois will leave you almost as flustered as Sebastian. Perhaps it's the taboo, but the way he'd curl up in your lap and ask for pets is adorable. He treats you, of course, but his cute little face is irresistible. Twirling his soft hair while Claude watched in the distance, making sure everything was going okay. Alois called you his big sibling, or one of his parents. He loves seeing how flustered you get.

Picking Claude is practically a two for one deal. Alois is almost always at his side, clinging onto him, looking at you with a pout of jealousy. Claude is a much more professional butler role, his advances being more subtle. But you expect it, so every movement he makes always leaves you flustered. Whether it be the slightest graze of his hand on yours, or perhaps he breathed a little too hard on you. He knew how to tease, and he did it well.

Soma and Agni, however, are a 2 for 1. Without Agni, Soma is nothing. Without Soma, Agni is nothing. So you kind of have to get both... which Ciel and R!Ciel decided to price down to be the same cost as everyone else. They're more seductive, almost worshiping you, in a way. Soma will hug you from behind, Agni praising you, on his knees for you, stroking your legs. One time, the two bickered about who would do the worship. Agni begged to be the one, as the prince shouldn't be on such dirty floors.

Of course, it ended up in brocon fanservice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that, my prince.." Agni whispers, wiping a tear from Soma's eye. Crocodile, of course.

The other's merely watched in curiosity, confusion, or interest.

[askinkiskarma]

ੈ♡˳ ɪ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛɪᴍᴇ

Pairing: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader

Synopsis: You and Neteyam's relationship only knows the 3Fs: fighting, fleeing or... loving.

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. aged up!, smut (p in v, oral - f receiving, light choking, praise kink), fluff, kinda toxic relationship but it's fine cause it's neteyam and i don't see red when it comes to him, it's all golden

WC: 2.3k words

A/N: how the hell did this also turn fluffy in the end??? what is wrong w me??? anyway, i had so so much fun with this request, it might quickly become one of my favourite things i've ever written. thank you so much for the sweet anonnie who suggested it, and i hope you enjoy x

I get tired of your no-shows You get tired of my control They keep telling me to let go But I don't really let go when I say so 

"Everybody's going out. Just come out with us. Don't let him ruin another perfectly nice eclipse."

Your best friend was so right, as she always was, as she gave you this speech for what felt like the millionth time in the years you've had an on-again, off-again situationship with the prince of the Omaticaya, the one and only Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan - a man you loved, that you wished you didn't sometimes, most times, especially tonight, as he forgot about your plans... again, in order to train for way longer than was needed or necessary, way longer than anybody else... again.

Look, you loved Neteyam's drive. It was part of what drove you to him to begin with. He was unrelenting and determined, he was powerful and skilled, he was savvy and intelligent, he was beautiful and charming, he loved his family to death and was incredibly loyal and all those things made him just so. damn. hot.

They also made him the reason you wanted to pull your braids out, because those traits were good in moderation, but nothing was ever grey with Neteyam. No, Neteyam was all or nothing always, black or white and nothing else, and that meant that loyalty for his family quickly turned into neglect for you, determination for his practice quickly turned to forgetfulness of you, and his power, beauty, intelligence and charm meant you never got to do anything about it, because, if you ever tried, you ended up overpowered, outsmarted and fucked dumb face down on your mat until you forgot you were ever mad to begin with.

I've tried to fight our energy, but everytime I think I'm free  You get high and call on the regular I get weak and fall like a teenager Why, oh why does God keep bringing me back to you?

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? I need to do this, tiyawn, I have to be stronger for my family, for my clan... for you. You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?! Are you out of your fucking mind?"

You feel tears pool in your eyes and spill like a broken fountain as you take him in, bloodied gashes and muddy patches, tired eyes and calloused hands and still... the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life. He looked at you exasperatedly, like you're the crazy one, and you hate it. Hate what he's doing to you, hate that he doesn't consider you or think about you, and that his sorries are always stained with unspoken truths, like how he doesn't truly mean it, not when to him, it's all justified, it's all warranted, and shouldn't be questioned.

"Every day and night, I do nothing but wait, Neteyam. Wait for a man who doesn't think twice about the plans he's made, the promises he never keeps, the memories that sour with every absence he gifts to me like a necklace that half-chokes me to death. I'm tired. I can't do this anym-"

A kiss is all it takes to silence you, to stun you, to make you melt in his embrace the way you always do, all the arguments and the ultimatums swallowed under the intensity of the touch of his lips on yours, his tongue meeting your own in a welcome embrace, so intimate and knowing, so fucking frustrating.

"Net-..."

His thumb traces your lips, the mix of your salivas making the glide easy, as his beautiful golden eyes bore into yours with enough force to cower you, to make you hunger and ache for more. That's all you ever wanted when it comes to Neteyam - more. When his finger pushes gently past your lips and into your mouth, you immediately close them around him and lick... and suck, and he moans, his gaze growing darker and needier with each second you're not writhing under him, the way you should be, the way you were meant to be.

"No, tiyawn. I can't let you speak if you insist on saying those insipid, meaningless words again. You won't leave, because you can't leave. Because you're mine. And I'm yours. You own me."

His hand grabs yours and redirects it to his loincloth, tented up under the weight of his hard-on and the slight damp spot under your touch makes you swallow instinctively. You had no thoughts outside of him anymore, outside of the overwhelming desire that took over you whenever he was in your presence, his being inundating your senses and hijacking your mind to be rid of all but him, full of him, only him.

"Look what you do to me. You. Only you. I need you. Always. I know I'm not good enough, I know, but ..."

His hands find their way to your ass, lifting you gently, and you wrap your thighs around him, although there's no need, not when he moves you just a few feet until he's sitting on your mat, laying you gently on it. When he moves his hands, he takes your loincloth with him, and you whine softly at the sudden cool breeze that hits your aching, sopping core.

"...Let me show you how sorry I am."

When he lays down with his head between your thighs, you know he's forgiven already, because whatever he's about to do is always more than enough to make up for all the shit he didn't do, because the stuff he knows how to do is enough to excuse world calamities and mass destruction in your mind.

Just when I get on a new wave Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace They keep calling me a head-case 'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

"You're out of your mind, tiyawn."

"Well, if I'm out of my mind, then you made me out of my mind, you skxawng."

"Can we talk about this somewhere more private?"

You have to admit, starting the fight at the communal dinner in front of his parents, the leaders of the clan, and your friends, and everyone you knew, was probably a bit gauche and uncouth, but you think it was just more than anything a perfect testimony of how this man drove you to the brink of insanity in a way no one else could.

"Fine, but I swear to Eywa that if you -"

"A-ah, fuck!"

Propped with your hands on his shoulders, his fingers around your throat, you were bouncing up and down his cock, trying to ignore how you could be caught at any point, how close you were to the communal fire, barely covered by some shrubbery, how fear was fuel for your desire as his tip kept slamming into your cervix so hard you felt it in your ribcage when he rutted upwards into you.

"Quiet, tiyawn. You don't want people to hear us, now do you?"

A glint of mischief flashed across his eyes, smirk to match, as he brought the hand he had gripped on your hips to help him move you on his length forward, circling your clit masterfully and you whimper again, eliciting a small laugh from him.

"Or maybe you like that? 'That turn you on, huh? My dirty girl."

The sound of skin slapping against skin was so strident you'd be surprised if someone wouldn't come just to see if they can catch the end tail of a rousing performance people couldn't help but clap for, but to be honest with yourself, you didn't care. It was known in the village - your mad, intense, mercurial, quixotic relationship with Neteyam. You were both crazy - for each other, and in general, it seemed, because you fought, fled and fucked more often than truly anyone could keep with with.

"Eywa, I love watching you take my cock. You're such a good girl, and you always take me so well, tiyawn. So well."

You said nothing as the rush of all the sensations trying you quickly became overwhelming, as the heady combination of being chocked by a man who knew how to use it to your advantage helped heighten his ministrations on your clit, his wild and intemperate thrusts that stretched you and filled like you craved, like only he could, and you come, whining and sobbing, nails digging painfully in his skin. He follows suit, his own groans unable to be kept hidden, and he releases his hand from around your neck and brings it back to the nape of your neck, willing you softly in his chest, where, although full of cobwebs and a little dusty, would always be your home.

"Shh, that's right. Did so well for me, tiyawn. My perfect girl." A kiss on your temple, soft and intimate, and the constant shower of unbridled praise, that you lived to see come out of his beautiful mouth as he filled you up with his cock, reminded you why you stayed and came back, over and over. Because it was worth it. And he was worth it.

"I'm still fucking mad at you."

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it Self-destruct, show up like an idiot Why, oh why does God keep bringing me Back to you?

"We are never getting back together. Like ever." you say in between sips of fermented yovo juice, that always goes to your head way too quickly, that always makes a mess out of your tongue and a slur of your words.

"I want to believe you, friend...I really do, but... you've said that one too many times. You're the girl that cried Palulukan. Nobody's coming to rescue you now, sister."

"N-no..." the hiccup was violent enough to make you throw up in your mouth and you groaned, the headache caused by the startled yelp digging in your temples. “I me-mean it this t-time. It’s o-over.” You were stomping your feet in determination, eager to prove that you would once and for all be rid of the man that was nowhere to be found for the village celebration that he’s known about for months.

“Lo-Lo’ak! Hey Lo’ak!” The sighting of Neteyam’s nicer, more amiable, sociable younger brother was a one for sore eyes, as it proved that it wasn’t family duty keeping your boyfriend… ex-boyfriend… away, it was his own maddening stubbornness and selfishness doing it instead.

“Neteyam’s training… I’m sorry. We told him to come, but he… gets in like a weird trance whenever he’s on the grounds, I swear it’s like something out of an Earth zombie movie.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about and he didn’t elaborate before he took off, leaving you leaning against a tree with only your tiny friend as a barrier between your face and the cold, hard, ground.

“Argh, who cares?! It’s be-better he’s gone, he’s a k-killjoy anyway and i for one a-am happy to be rid of-“

“Neteyam!” Tuk’s screams close to deafen you and the sound was the last push your body needed to lunge itself forward and hurl the contents of your stomach onto the mossy ground that was now more yellow than it had ever been green.

“Oh, mighty and all-powerful Eywa.”

“Hi, Syulen. I got it, thanks.”

“Take her home, Neteyam. And don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come, tiyawn.”

You wanted to protest, but the bile in your mouth was bitter and burning, and so you didn’t, not as he picked you up as gently as if you were a precious flower he didn’t want to wilt, not when he pressed a kiss on your temple as his arm found the back of your knees for added support, not as he carried you home silently, outside of the soft-spoken coos of affection and apologies, while you mumbled unattractively in his chest.

“I hate y-you.”

"I know."

"You're the wo-worst."

"I know."

As you reached your tent, you were greeted by soft trills and purrs that sobered you immediately, that made you jump from his arms and onto the ground, where a small pup lay. It was cautious as you approached, but eventually relaxed around you and let you kneel beside it. It has an ugly gash across its back, that looked like it had been tended to. It was a Palulukan pup, and the thought made fevered chills run down your spine.

"Neteyam, wha-"

"I found him coming back from practice. He was hurt and limping, and clinging to his mother's corpse. I took him home and have been helping my grandmother tend to him ever since. That's why I'm late."

“I know you’ve been lonely since your parents died. Well, he seemed lonely too. His parents are gone, and so I thought… you could be his new home. And I could be yours. I’m done running away, tiyawn. From now on, I only want to run towards things. Towards you. I’m yours. You own me. For good, this time. If you still want me.”

You smile a sheepish smile, looking up at him through your lashes while you pet the new priceless addition to your small family. You really were the girl that cried Palulukan.

“If I say no, will you take him away?”

He winced a little, a grimace marring his beautiful features.

“Of course not.”

“If I say yes, can we all be a family?”

The grimace dissolved as quickly as it appeared and a dazzling, gummy smile replaced it, one that dizzied you in its utter and undeniable beauty, one that you couldn’t help replicate, not when kneeled in front of you and took your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, his own face mere inches from yours.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! Hope you're having a good day! I'm new to this platform and to your blog of course. Sorry if this has already been asked but do you know of any fanfics where the relationship dynamic between Sherlock and Rosie is explored? Would love it if you can recommend some!

Hey Nonny!!

Welcome to my blog! I'm happy to have you here, and I hope you're enjoying your time in the fandom!!

Oooo, this is a good question, because I haven't read a lot of Parentlock with Rosie in them; I just recently recced an Older Rosie Parentlock list, so you can start there. As for others, here's what I recall in my bookmarks as being Sherlock AND Rosie.

If anyone has a fic to suggest please do, because I've FOR SURE missed some! It's been a long time since I've even read these fics listed so I'm HOPING my recall on them is correct.

SHERLOCK AND ROSIE

Non-Toxic by NinjaNina2 (M, 1,713 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Established Relationship, Oneshot, Stubborn Sherlock, Worried John, Doctor John, Fluff and Humour, Misunderstandings)  – Based on previous experiences, John has every right to be worried when gone for a medical conference, but what is the extent of damage This time…?!?

There's Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Made of Music Series by SosoHolmesWatson (T, 6,464+ w. across 2 works || Series WiP || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier. 

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Post S4, Fake Relationship, First Kiss, Snuggles and Cuddles, Mary's Past, Morally-Grey Mary, Idiots in Love, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a "normal" family. It's easy enough to pretend when all you're doing is dropping the act.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical. 

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

[stuckinmoilalaland]

Gojo x Hindu!Wife!Reader Arranged Marriage

Note: Cold Gojo.

You, a 25 year old Hindu woman, and Satoru were in an arranged marriage since 2 years. He's always cheerful, except when you're around of course. It's clear to everyone that you're not welcome into his life at all. This is why you aren't accepted into Satoru's friend group. Although, the students love you like you're their mother. They're always used to seeing your smile, which is fake of course. You are a very good teacher at Jujutsu high, and our curse technique is being able to bend the laws of physics. You were heading back from your missions at 11:00 PM, like normal, but something was different. You were hit by the cursed technique of the curse you exorcised. You somehow got into the house, but you were bleeding a lot. Satoru was sitting on the couch and chilling, he turned his attention to you, as his eyes widened, he rushed towards you and scooped you up in bridal style. Without a word, he took you to his bedroom and took out the first aid kit. He treated your wounds, and then let you rest in his bed because you fainted. 2 hours later, you finally wake up. Satoru is sitting at the edge of the bed with his head down low, you can hear him sniffling and sobbing...

You: Satoru?

You say as you sit up on bed. Satoru rushes to you, revealing his teary face. He jumps onto the bed and then hugs you tight. You blink for a moment with your eyes widened, but you calm down and hug Satoru back while smiling. Satoru cries onto your breast and hugs you tighter, while you caress his head. It looks like almost losing you taught him your importance...

You: Shhhhhh... It's okay........

You say while comforting Satoru and caressing his head. Satoru says in his breaking voice...

Satoru: Y-y/n..... I'm so s-sorry-y...... I-i should have l-loved yo-ou m-more and understood-d your-r importance-e.... I-i-

Before he can speak more, he bursts out into tears again. After a few hours, he finally calms down. Right now, he is hugging you with his face buried into your breast. You kiss his soft head and say...

You: Now now, stop crying my sukh(Note for reader: Sukh means happiness).

Satoru: W-wh-hat does Sukh mean?

You smile and reply...

You: Happiness in Sanskrit.

Satoru hugs you even tighter and says...

Satoru: E-even after I never l-loved you or c-cared for you, you still call me your h-happiness, why-y?

You: It's because of my dharma. Think of dharma as the code of conduct in Hinduism. Just because somebody considers me their enemy, doesn't mean I do the same thing. If someone does something wrong, I shouldn't repeat that same thing because it's wrong.

Satoru: I'm sorry....... I don't deserve you to be my wife. You're way too good for me.......

You peck him on the forehead and say...

You: I love you Satoru, and don't worry, everyone deserves a second chance. Also, you've proved that you deserve a second chance because you took care of me, forgetting all your hate the moment I needed you. I appreciate it.

**Should I continue this?**

[solomons-adorbs-apprentice]

now and forever

:: notes :: solomon x mc reader, gn, sfw, mc is emotional, mc has hair, hurt/comfort, fluffy, no use of caps, no use of y/n, possible ooc, canon divergence?

:: a/n :: story is following the coma after mc handed the grimoire to lucifer. setting is in cocytus hall when solomon says you don't approve of his plans. so in the game, the story kinda confuses me because like... the brothers had the grimoire in present time. i guess solomon wanted it in case something went awry in the past, but i don't really think that means mc wouldn't make such a promise to him.

also, this is the first thing i've ever written. so, constructive criticism & feedback is welcome. please just don't be a dick about it.

:: s :: t :: o :: r :: y :: ⇟ :: b :: e :: l :: o :: w ::

i shake my head with furrowed brows. i look ahead, my stare aligned with his chest and devoid of emotion.

"you're wrong," i rasp out, the exhaustion evident in my voice. i can feel my eyes start to gloss over. it has been a while since i let my pent-up frustrations out and this seems to be my breaking point.

solomon looks down at me with concern, his frown persistent, and lets out an inquisitive hum.

i finally look up to his eyes, the same ones i'd managed to get lost in many times in the past... or the present, technically?

"you're wrong," i repeat. "giving up the grimoire changes nothing; they had it in the present, before i'd even met them." i sigh and shake my head, the tears starting to well up. "i'm sorry," i croak out. "if that's not what you would've wanted, i'm just so–," my voice cracks.

solomon sighs and mutters my name. he wraps a shaky hand around my arm to pull me closer and in the next second, i'm wrapped in his warm embrace. though his nerves still persist, evident in his subtle tremble, his arms hold me tightly, making me feel secure, like it's where i belong.

tears start welling in my eyes and cascade down my cheeks, eventually dampening his shirt. i run my hands along his chest and grip onto the black fabric. his soft silvery hair tickles my cheek a bit as he buries his face into the crook of my neck.

"solomon," my voice is shaky and uneven when my lip quivers. "i'm so scared," i finally say. "i'm scared of doing the wrong thing; i want to go back so bad, but i don't want to fuck things up while i'm here."

solomon relinquishes his grip slightly and starts running his fingers through my hair in soothing strokes. "oh," he sighs my name. "you don't need to apologize," he firmly, yet quietly states. "i should've noticed your struggling." he sighs.

i shake my head slightly. "no, it's my fault," i swallow the lump in my throat to continue. "i should've opened up to you."

the tears begin to subside and my breathing evens out. i smile meekly, "we're in this together, after all."

he pulls away to observe my face and his hand that was in my hair moves to my cheek. i melt and lean into his touch as he wipes away a stray tear that just fell. his gaze flickers from my tear-stained cheek he caresses to my eyes.

we hold each other's gaze until he lets out a breathy chuckle and a small close-eyed smile. "that's right," he tilts his head slightly and opens his eyes again. "i suppose it doesn't make much of a difference," he sighs. "you just have to focus on reforging your pacts."

"i know," i reaffirm. "but still," i trail off quietly and lower my eyes to his chest once again, trying desperately to put together my thoughts and emotions into a cohesive sentence, like pieces if a jigsaw puzzle.

solomon waits patiently until i meet his eyes that have been fixed on me. i reach for his face and gently cradle him in my hands. his eyebrows raise slightly in shock from the sudden affectionate touch.

my brows draw together slightly and i softly brush my thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. "you need to know this," my voice soft, but firmer and far more resolute than before. "yes, i want to try to remain friendly with them." i nod slightly as his hands drift down to hold my waist. "but in the past which we reside in now or even in our present world."

my hands hold his face slightly firmer, as if to reiterate the sincerity in my words. "if the time comes, i will fight along side you. against anyone and anything that might threaten you or the human realm," i tilt my head up, imperceptibly closer to his.

"i will always...," our faces are now close enough for me to feel his warm, shallow breaths. his eyes cast down to my lips. "... be by your side. now and forever."

his hands resting on my waist delicately grasp me and pull me closer. our lips brush together in the lightest feathery touch and my eyes flutter closed.

our lips collide as he pulls my body flush to his, splaying his hands across my back. my hands navigate from his face to the back of his neck. my fingers tangle with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, urging him impossibly closer.

the kiss is tender and passionate, speaking thousands of unsaid words, pouring out our love and suppressed desires for each other. his lips are soft and warm like the rest of his body, always so warm and welcoming.

i feel my face warm slightly and a dusty pink paints my cheeks as we pull apart.

i catch a glimpse of his own rosy cheeks before he smiles and breathes out a "thank you" before placing his lips on my forehead in a tender kiss.

he pulls away to rest his forehead on mine and says quietly "i love you," with a small smile.

i let out a quiet chuckle and reciprocate, "i love you, too."

:: e :: n :: d ::

thanx for readinngggg. feedback is encouraged thank ya :*

[howlingday]

HEY, I'M GRUMP~!

I'M NOT SO GRUMP~!

AND WE'RE THE GAME GRUMPS~!

Jaune: Hey, guys...

Ruby: Welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expedition.

Jaune: Yeah, I- Wait, what the fuck?

Ruby: What?

Jaune: You gotta clear these intros with me before we start.

Ruby: Hahahaha! Alright! Can I open with "Pyrrha Nikos Expedition"?

Jaune: Absolutely~.

Ruby: Alright. Run the intro again.

Jaune: Wha

HEY, I'M GRUMP~! I'M NOT SO GRUMP~!

AND WE'RE THE GAME GRUMPS~!

Ruby: Hey, welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expedition...

Jaune: Yeah.

Ruby: ...to the Ever After!

Jaune: Uh-huh?

Ruby: Sorry, I added in that last part.

Jaune: Yeah, y'know what? I'm gonna need clearance on that, too.

Ruby: Alright, we'll start over.

!~SPMURG EMAG EHT ER'EW DNA

Ruby: Hey, welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expedition to the Ever After!

Jaune: Cool.

Ruby: Wait, I didn't actually clear it with you.

Jaune: GOD DAMMIT!

Ruby: Is that okay?

Jaune: ...YES.

Ruby: Alright. Run the intro.

Jaune: Uuuuuuuuu

m G r u m n o t s o

G R U M P S ~ !

AAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAA

Ruby: Hey, welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expedition to the Ever After, starring me, Ruby Rose~!

Jaune: Why- What- Starring you?

Ruby: Yeah! Somebody has to narrate it, right?

Jaune: Ah, okay.

Ruby: She's on her expedition; she doesn't have time!

Jaune: Right, right, right. Okay, I'm sorry.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: ...Alright, run the intro again. Hahahahaha!

Ruby: Alright.

MgmImSpNt

Ruby: Welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expedition to the Ever After, starring me, Ruby Rose- Uh, not starring Jaune Arc.

Jaune: Um... Can we fucking... So, I'm out? I'm just out then?

Ruby: Um... Well, uh... Did you want to be?

Jaune: You're just fucking strong-arming me on this one?

Ruby: Do you want to be-

Jaune: Yeah, of course I want to be in it!

Ruby: Well, you never said-

Jaune: I always wanted to go to the Ever After- RUN THE INTRO AGAIN!

H E Y , I ' M G R U M P ~ ! I ' M N O T S O G R U M P ~ !

A N D W E ' R E

Ruby: Hey, welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expediction to the Ever After, starring me, Ruby Rose, and I guess, also starring Jaune.

Jaune: Expediction?

Ruby: I- Fuck! Run it again!

Jaune: Hahahaha!

Ga

MPS~!

Ruby: Hey, welcome back to Pyrrha Nikos Expedition to the Ever After, starring Ruby Rose and also Jaune Arc, who is apparently a fucking stickler for pronunciation!

Jaune: Yes~! Now we can start Game Grumps~!

HEY, I'M GRUMP~!

I'M NOT SO GRUMP~!

AND WE'RE THE GAME GRUMPS~!

[justlarkin]

AMATERASU IS SUCH A SWEETHEART ❤🌞 I'M SORRY FOR ALL THAT SHIT I WAS TALKING, QUEEN. I TAKE IT BACK. SHE JUST WANTED TO BE A GOOD SISTER.

[NOTE: THESE MAY NOT BE ENTIRELY ACCURATE]

T- Tokyo After School Summoners. I'm the one who sent away my brother, who is a disgrace to our family. But you know, your sister has been worried about you. I've been... so worried about you... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...

G- I am Amaterasu, the "World Representative" of Takamagahara.... Oh, don't look at me like that, don't show your violent appearance to your sister. Why do you always annoy me like that?

EO- Welcome to.... Oh, it's you. Have you come to beg your sister again? I'm going to secretly give you some pocket money, so get out of here before you get scolded.

EC- Thank you for your hardwork. Now that you're a little tired, would you be able to relax a little? No... your physical strength is inexhaustible... [sigh]...

W- You've... become stronger. You're okay without your sister now.

C1- I was perfect without a single blemish, and I had only one sorrow. That was my brother who was a disgrace to our family. And I chose not to have that boy in my home... and yet I always think of the old days.

C3- I can't believe I got called away.... What did you do? Did you act up again? Why?.... Why won't you say anything? Your sister is really angry with you.... [there's something after this, but I don't know what it is. maybe something about her being busy or just being done with the nonsense]

C4- I have always lived up to expectations and shined a light on the world. The only time I've been loud is when I was dealing with my little brother.... Ever since he left, my palace has become quiet

E- Even though you were hurting someone else, it looks like you got hurt again too, helpless child.... But still no matter what happens, I'll always be your sister.

T- Ah, stop it, what are you doing?! Are you planning to do something embarrassing again like you did that time? If that's the case, your sister will be fully armed, got it?

[fea-resources]

Unhinged Game Commentary As RP Starters Pt.4

Did I kill it?

DEAR LORD.

Why do you eat so many bullets?

Oh man, I didn't mean to use my grenade like that but that sure happened.

That squeal though...

"Don't let him near you." ...proceeds to practically makes out with the damn thing.

Gotta be quick, twinkle toes~

Someone needs to teach that purple smurf that No means No.

_____'s fine. Her breasts make for some hella fine armor. She's so padded a bullet could just hit them tits and lose all velocity entirely.

I kinda wish I had my grenade now.

The rule of the game was to catch the shiny blue light right?

Sometimes... just sometimes... I can't tell the difference between _____'s voice and ______'s. And I'm losing my mind.

Death By Tree Sap.

DID YOU JUST ALLAHU AHKBAR YOURSELF?

Look I didn't mean to explode myself with the sap.

I need me a pair of jeans that are as durable as ______'s.

Oh I don't think I like this spot.

I REMEMBER THIS SPOT. THIS IS NOT A SPOT I LIKE.

This is a nice place to lay down and never get up again... aka: just die.

Wow it just put itself up there so neatly. Anyway, on to my death. Multiple deaths.

Its a nice place to die, to be fair. I would fight you for this quality grave.

No, that's a bad. Oh god, that's a double bad.

*squealing gasp* I JUST REALIZED WHAT THAT WAS.

I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING. I DON'T.

Oh shit you're right there--I SWEAR TO FUCK.

NOO OOO OOO OOO OO.

FUCK UP SHIT, WAY TO FUCK UP YOUR AIM.

I feel like this music is taunting us.

ITS TIME TO SLAM -- AND WELCOME THE JAM.

I'm like this in real life too... and I wonder why my family hates me. Making shitty commentary on everything.

Just breathe in through the stomach and let it go. Let all that stress and tension and pent up rage go-- Jk, hold onto the rage, let it fuel you.

Wow what the shit kinda fucking godly aim was that? That was unfair, that's what it was.

Can Ms. Tits actually kill anything or are they just comfort back-up so you don't feel so alone?

I am very bothered by how steady they are standing in that water.

You wanna know fear? Play any game with helicopter enemies. Oh wait-- this is literally That Game.

I am bothered by how he didn't float after he died.

He floats A W A Y.

Mmm _______'s ass. It will see you through tough times.

The fuck kind of sniper wags his gun around like that. Is he fapping? Fap sniping.

YOU ASK FOR MY OPINION AND THEN YOU SPIT ON IT. HOW DARE.

This is why you should have taken the dragon sniper.

Oh I'm here already? ...Oh god I'm here already.

Just sit back, relax, pick your nose, eat some freetos, and let the guardian do the work.

Should'a shot him in the balls for once... _____ problems.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

He did a jig.

"Here let me just dance a bit before I die."

He's such a graceful dancer.

I should hope so, he took Ballet.

_____ could shoot me any day.

I'm kinkshaming. 

You don't even know. I kinkshame myself daily by this point.

You can kinkshame ______ too while you're at it.

Its weird being ace because I can't even be positive how serious I am about some things. Like... do I really like guns and knives, or am I into THAT. I just don't know.

Oh hi, sorry I didn't greet you, I was in the middle of dying. Death... dying deader.

He's such a graceful dancer though. I wish I had his moves.

He got them moves like Jaeger. The jump and flop.

There was this one time where ______ got stuck between these two wires and looked like he was vibrating faster than the speed of sound. Ask _____, he can tell you.

VIBRATING ______. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I WEEP.

SO THAT'S WHERE THE BLESS WITH THE VIBRATING IN THE AFTERLIFE CAME FROM.

Lick it. L I CK I T.

MARCO. Come on, someone say Polo.

No marco polo.

Oh... so licking the resin would have been a terrible idea.

Its fine. Her titties protected her.

There is no god here.

Yes. Start the death count. Let's see how it goes.

Oh god that's disgusting...

Let the death count begin-- BECAUSE I HAVE TO RUN. BYE.

OH GOD Jesus christ what the shit fuck.

H E ' S L E A R N I N G.

Gotta go fast. Gotta go fast. Gotta go faster, faster, faster faster faster.

I GOT _______ TO SING IT. Am proud.

Extra salty.

THAT IS A /BAD/, HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO GET THAT CLOSE TO YOU.

I SCREAMED FOR YOU. I SCREAMED FOR YOU THAT TIME. SWEET FUCK. STRANGER DANGER.

Where does he keep getting all those grenades?

From his asshole. Why do you think he's so uptight?

Just fucking somersault to your doom.

You know, he says he's going to crush _____, but... filling someone full of shotgun isn't crushing. I demand to be crushed by your Russian gorilla arms. This is bullshit.

I SAW SOMETHING WITH BLUE TENTACLES MOVE.

NOW THAT'S CRUSHING.

Yeah now I REALLY gotta go fast.

NO, NOT MS. THICC. THE WORLD IS WORTHLESS WITHOUT THAT ASS.

Look what you did. Everything you fucking touch.

I don't know about you but... carrying people doesn't work that way, no matter how ripped you are. It's a pain in the goddamn dick.

She's ascended to titty heaven. At least her tits have, I am sure of this.

Get out.

That guy can get fucked 365 ways to next year with a cactus.

I hate his hair, therefore I hate him.

I don't judge people based on many things, but if your hair sucks... you probably suck as a person. And if you got no hair, I'm on a fucking fence because I don't know what to think.

Its okay, ______ can just lay there for a while with his face in the floor.

You can't get me to eat after my own family, but I'll share a fucking blunt with three people I barely know. I disappoint myself.

Die on the spot from touching a urinal.

That was such a shit punch.

FUCKING. STAY. DOWN.

Apparently there's a sandwich shop called Vore. Google it.

VORE SANDWICH SHOP. Wait no. Hang on. Vore food truck.

Ew that fucking hair. Oh my fucking god. Its so fucking bad.

Oh a knife, this changes things. Gut me baby one more time!

FUcking old people.

I read Pirata as Pinata for a second.

He just touches everything. He always has to like, touch something.

I FOUND THIS FUCKING ROOT AT THE STORE. AND ITS CALLED A NURN ROOT. I LOST MY SHIT ON THE SPOT. AND I REALIZED WHY PEOPLE THINK I'M A STONER.

Did it moan at you?

I MOANED AT IT.

I had to pause my game just to read this, oh my goodness.

I was gonna buy this fucking root. It was only 98 cents but ______ was pissed at me because I was embarrassing her with a root.

[sapphire-kittytoy]

Hi! Welcome to my blog!

About Me 🌿

[This post will be updated periodically; last update 01/15/2025]

call me Rowan or Lark!

i'm 20, a pan & polyamorous transfem genderfluid stoner punk alterhuman girlthing, pre-E; she/they/ae > he. if you're on my blog, you're not straight, sorry :3c

i've got BPD and auDHD and use tonetags to clarify my tone for personal reasons.

i'm also an aceflux [borderline hypersexual?] verse switch with a slight sub lean! trying to explore my more dominant side as well tho

I'm taken & in a closed relationship but open to fwb's or exploring :3 anything more than casual requires an interview w/ my hubby, tho [/hj]

this blog is primarily NSFW/NSFT, as such, minors and ageless accounts please DNI. i am indiscriminate in what I reblog, so it might be wacky and wholesome fandom content one minute and a hard kink the next, so scroll with caution! i don't tag things efficiently, so don't expect that.

If you really wanna know more about me, take a peek below the cut :3 DMs are reserved for moots but asks are encouraged for all!

taken tags: 🦴, 🐶🕳, 🐾

My hobbies include but are not limited to:

reading, media consumption of all kinds [tv series, movies, anime, youtube, you name it], hiking and meandering, art / doodling & graphic design, music production, songwriting and poetry, thrifting and style, random crafts, video games [depending on my mood - Inscryption, Sonic, Celeste, Minecraft, COTL, FNAF, Fortnite or Roller Champions, racers, & more! just ask lmao], listening to music [i have an eclectic music taste! Music recs are welcome!], learning guitar

I'm plural and some posts might allude to that. I'm open to discussing it but most of my pluralblr related posts go elsewhere [if you want our handle, ask.]

I prefer feminine or gender neutral petnames [especially kitty!] but love being called a pretty boy :3 other than that just try stuff out on me.

I'm about 6' and naturally a ginger [i will fight the recolor war and dye on that hill tho]

I don't have any tattoos or piercings yet, but want to change that soon!

My likes and Special Likes, ranking out of 3 ☆'s: [hard kinks tw]

[I'm technically a virgin, still exploring, but i do a lot of reading lol]

Praise ☆☆☆, marking ☆☆, cnc & somno ☆☆☆, bondage ☆, roleplay, dacryphilia, petplay/pred/prey stuff ☆☆☆, light breath play, breeding, intox [weed or psychedelics]☆☆, cockwarming, sensation play, light blood, & more [im flexible]

Hard Limits:

scat, emeto, knives, [fourth thing here i dont remember]

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#lark pics :3 - my photos

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Algiophobia ┈┈┈┈․° 2

ˊˊ𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚..ˊˊ

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🇲 🇴 🇳 🇩 🇦 🇾

ˊˊSchool sucks huh?.."

I looked up at the strange person, holding my book bag tight, weird thing to do, especially with a stranger. I don't know you..

ˊˊ Yeah.. Thankfully, we're done with exams and stuff.. Today's the last day.ˊˊ

ˊˊ Well, I'm glad you made it.ˊˊ

I looked up at them, blinking slowly while a smile spreading on my face, ˊˊ Thank you.ˊˊ I said. They only nodded, I guess it was a You're Welcome.

I looked down at my phone, seeing no notifications as usual. I huffed, looking back up a far waiting for the bus to at least some what come. ˊˊ They drive so slow..ˊˊ I groaned, looking back down at my phone, deciding to at least scroll on tiktok or Pinterest.

Maybe I should skip school today...

But that's very bad.

Very, very, very.. Bad-

ˊˊ But it'd be worth it..ˊˊ I stood up from the bench, picking up my book bag and putting it over my shoulder. I walked home, putting headphones on and turning on Beautiful Stranger, reminding me of last week. A smile formed on my face softly moving to music.

* Maybe we would have exchanged a few words.

ˊˊ A fairy tale moment could have occurredˊˊ Softly twirling the cord of the headphones, the people only do small glances before going back to what they're doing. I forgot to plan something.

What do I do today?

* But a beautiful stranger will have to remain.

My eyes glanced up at the birds on the wire, pretty normal, huh? Anyways, maybe I should go to the mall. My parents gave me money for it so I guess it would be nice.

* A stranger until I see him again.

I wanted to get a few things from hot topic, But I don't mind chilling at the food court it would make my nose pleased. I don't have a smell/food kink..

Is it weird that I had to say that? I guess so. Who would be thinking you would have that?

Taking out my house keys realizing I was near my house, opening my bottom book bag pocket, taking out my housekeys, and hearing the chains and keys make their usual noise.

I saw my cat, well.. A cat that I fed at my doorstep as if it was waiting for me, meowing as it rolled off its back and on its legs making their way to me, I crouched and petted the cat. ˊˊ Hey man..ˊˊ I coo'd feeling my heart tingle from the cuteness of the cat.

Why are cats so adorable?..

* See him again. 💞

I stood up, going back to my business, walking up the doorstep, hearing the soft paws on the ground and the cat purring. Unlocking my door, I looked down, making sure the cat didn't slip inside, but its adorable eyes looking at me made me wanna scream.

ˊˊ I'll feed you after I get dressed, okay buddy.ˊˊ

ˊˊ Meow!ˊˊ

Adorable..

The cat sat down by the door when I closed it, hearing its fading out purring through the door. Poor cat, why would its owner leave it behind? Now, it has to survive on its own. You could've given it to a neighbor.

Like me!

I place my bookbag next to the door, also taking my jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack. I walk up the stairs and straight to my bedroom, taking off my headphones, fixing my hair so it doesn't look weird.

Closing the door behind me, I look at my desk filled with papers with drawings and my scripts, taking off my shoes kicking them to the end of my bed.

Walking up to my desk and sitting on the spinny chair, looked down and realized something.

Where was my one of mini country balls?..

I remember there was a tiny Belarus here.. WHAT THE FLIP BRUV 😨

Anyways, I picked up one of my unfinished drawings, it was a reference of my dream. Sorry, it just sticked with me even though it's Been like...

2 W E E K S. . .

I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, placing the picture down, getting up from the chair so I can change into my jammies.

Uh.. After I changed, I realized I was supposed to feed the kitty Kat, walking out my room, being mad careful with having socks on and walking on wooden floors.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my tiny Belarus on the counter, I stared at her.

Ma'am.

Who moved you-

I blinked slowly before turning away, ˊˊ Weird..ˊˊ I mumbled as I walked over to the lower cabinets, grabbing a can of tuna. Mumbling under my breath.

Grabbing an can opener, I positioned the can and start turning the handle. Watching the can opener doing its work. After that I took the loose top off and drained some of the juice out.

Walking to my front door I unlocked it, looking down to see the cat still there. Yeah, this cat loves me. It's meowing putting me back to reality as I shook my head a bit.

Placing the can down, i watched the cat go ravish on the tuna. I scratch their head before going back inside, locking the door as always.

Walking to the kitchen and looking at the counter. The lil Belarus ball was still there.. Just staring into the oblivion.

I'm still wondering who moved you missy-

Picking her up, being EXTRA GENTLE CUZ THIS IS MY BABY!!!! And placing her in my palm, it was adorable-

Walking up the stairs and to my room. I was just coo'ing and babying the little Belarus in my hand, I have an obsession with cute things especially if they're small..

Sitting down at my desk putting her down next to the tiny Poland ball she was originally with, yeah don't move like that ok girl-

I picked up my phone, looking at it with a massive bored face. I can either scroll through tiktok, go on character ai, draw or sleep.

Cuz I barely have any friends and they probably went to school so.. Yeah..

I groaned, placing the phone down. Getting up from my spinny chair and off to my bed, flopping down on it as I turned to my side. Getting all snuggly in blankets and pillows, my scrunched up face now into a calm one.

Why are beds so comfy.. They're the best creations on earth I swear.

My mind slowly started to go blank, only thinking of lil scenarios in my head. Things I could've been, imaging myself with my Comfort Character, or just my favorite fandom/show. It's infinite.

It's like your thoughts are a Void.

It never ends.

ˊˊI won't hurt you.. Just trust me ˊˊ

Fluttering my eyes open I seem too be in a flower field. I was wearing a white dress/Blouse with black pants (or shorts). I could see the shadow of a bow in my hair too, it's two ribbons flowing in the wind.

Standing up, my legs felt really weak as if it was glass on the brink of breaking. But I managed because I was strong 💪. I just looked around, it was sadly a blue hour vibe though..

The fog and the slight light as the sun was below the horizon. So it couldn't really give it's original golden orange color as it usually does. I just watched the Wheat and flowers flow in the wind.

There was a tree...

I started walking to the said tree, with the best of my ability. But I madE IT, yeah mama raised a warrior man. Sitting under the tree looking afar as I watched over the flower field. It's so peaceful.

Sadly it's just dream.. 'But who said it is.'

I know that voice- Looking beside me I saw him but his face was more clearer and less blurry than last time. It felt like I was going to cry.

'You missed me didn't you? Well I missed you too Schatz' He chuckled. I growled softly punched his arm as I felt tears stream down my face, his laugh made me feel comforted. 'You bastard! You left me like that for weeks!'

I hiccuped and sobbed, this was to much. The man I danced with and had me so motivated was Austria-Hungary?! This is so..stupid!

'I'm so sorry, but I was busy with all the meetings and my family to come back. I decided that I'll spend my few moments with you' His arms wrapped around me, softly pulling me into his chest. His warmth calming me down from the break down I had.

'Is life getting better for you Schatz?..' He asked. I shook my head slowly, fiddling with my fingers. 'Mom as been at work a lot, on her days off she goes out. My dad is living somewhere else..' I felt my eyes droop after that.

'Barely have friends either, I do but they barely talk to me..' Letting out a bumpy breath I can hear him hum at my answer to his question.

I can feel his hand petting my head in a comforting way. As if he was trying to bring my tension down. It was working either way..

'I just wonder why I can't stay here for ever.. It's not like I have a purpose..' I whispered, closing my eyes as I rested my head on his chest. He sighed. 'I know you want to, but it's hard because you want to live in your mind.'

'Somewhere you can be free, and do anything you want.' He said 'looking' at the leaves falling and the soon rising sun making the blue hour fade away.

'But you need to wait for me, Okay.. I'll help lead you.' he said. My instincts told me he was getting up so i moved. He stood up, wiping his pants as he looked down at me, who was still on their own knees.

Crouching down as he held my sad tired face. 'Ich liebe dich.' Was the last thing he said before fading away, leaving me once again. Golden hour as now arisen. Laying on the soft grass watching the leaves fall and flower field blow in the wind.

How peaceful.. 'It certainly is dear..'

ˊˊI'll protect you from all things I've seen.. ˊˊ

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ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ || ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴡɪʟʟʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

softwilly x f!reader

content warnings; none summary; y/n welcomes Nick home! Requested?; No

Nick sighed as he entered his home. Happy to be free of his previous, exhausting activity. He started to languidly take off his shoes as the door clicked shut behind him.

CLANG!

SQUEAL!

THUMP!

TAP TAP TAP TAP.

"Nick!" A squeaky, but quite adorable voice squeals. He looked up, only to suddenly be tackled into a tight warm hug. "You're home you're home you're home! I missed you so much." Nick blinked in surprise before slowly patting the y/h/c colored hair of the small figure. She pulled her head from the nook of his neck to look at his face-- a huge, cute smile wide on her face as happiness sparkled in her eyes.

Nick was so intoxicated by her bright eyes and her touch that he felt like he was floating. Around her, he was not worried about speaking too quick or babbling, how much to smile or how his words might spill out of him; he was conscious of Y/n over himself; he was transfixed.

She finally registered the others standing behind him.

It wasn't like their relationship was secret, but it was kept mostly private-- even from the boys.

Suddenly, she blinked. And it was like the spell broke. Her eyes wide, instead of happiness, it's replaced with embarrassment and horrifiction. Her face bursts and turns red as she flings herself away from him. She shyly squirmed in place and fiddled embarrassedly with her fingers. Her y/e/c eyes glance up at him every so often as her smile turns bashful.

"Um," she squirms harder. "W-welcome home! Uh, Nick."

"Hi, Y/n." Nick smiled wider and batted a hand against her arm. Instead of pulling back, he let it rest there.

The others brushed past them, making remarks as they did. He blinked and chuckled when he noticed her red nose, he stepped closer.

Peering at her face and placing his hand on her forehead; it was hot-- but that was probably due to her tomato face as she quietly freaked out at having him touch her. Her heart beat erratically as if it wanted to run away.

She noticed Nick's stare on her nose and rubbed it, giggling nervously, "ah, this? I was so excited to welcome you home I..." She mumbled something he couldn't quite hear and he tilted his head.

She noticed and lowered her head further. "I said I tripped..." Her voice was still quiet, but he heard her clearly this time. And couldn't really help the chuckles that escaped him as he imagined her fall.

She perked up, her eyes widening at the laughing.

"its not funny!" She protested, pouting when he only laughed harder. Her cheeks looking like a squirrels as she crossed her arms angrily.

"I don't like you anymore." She turned her back to him, huffing.

Once he finished laughing, he smiled as he stared at her back for a second-- thinking of how to please her. He stepped up and her ears perked at the sound, though the rest of her insisted on being stubborn.

"C'mon, baby."

Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her and engulfed her in his embrace, placing his chin ontop of her head. She squeaked, her body slightly quivering as her face turned pink. Every sign of her anger had disappeared as soon as he touched her.

"Nick, s-stop that." Despite protesting, she didn't try to get away, and instead she melted into his touch.

He whispered an apology in her ear, causing her to shiver and nod, "Mm, I'm sorry for saying i don't like you..i, i don't hate you.." she grabbed his arms that were around her neck and buried her face into them.

She whispered quietly as to not let anybody else hear, "i love you, Nick.." she seemed to be embarrassed to be saying this, but this just made him happy as he placed a kiss to her temple in gratitude, making her squeal happily again.