#THIS is why i'm like so ??? baffled when anyone says they're intimidated by me like- ...me??? are you sure???

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

J'allais râler because you got out the forbidden nickname (also I thought we agreed YOU were the cute lil' dog I'd carry in my purse, sugarplum)

But now you made me cry with your sweetyness X'D

I mean IRL I'm someone qui rigole beaucoup, who parle bien trop, not a social butterfly, a real mess towards confidence sometimes and never really popular you see? I do have some precious friends now (IRL and online) but j'ai eu mes alone moments :3 So I do not exagerate when I tell those words really mean the world for me

Thanks for being my friend ;w; ❤️

GIRL i warned you i literally SAID i'd reach beyond the screen to hug you if i could but now i'm gonna cryyy YOU ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART WAGHJGGAJGJGSG

and man i feel you :') anyone who has ever said i was good with words is fooling themselves cause i am the most awkward shy nerdy mess with barely 3 friends you'll ever meet irl but just!!! your energy has always been the one i strive to have all the time and it's like!!!!! YOU are the honeypie here missy!!! i would scream it to your ear rn if i could but thank YOU for being my friend you sweet sweet sweet sweet swEET blueberry like stop giving me cavities already<3333333

#ask #REALLY shaking you back and forth and in circles rn like a sac of potatoes you are so KIND #THIS is why i'm like so ??? baffled when anyone says they're intimidated by me like- ...me??? are you sure??? #it's always the same response- 'your art is so good!' first off all. uno reverse like hello?? people talk like their art doesn't just KILL #second- wow i'm so glad i can hide uncertainty better in text cause i am an over thinker to the max xD #not with you tho you're literally the same brand of mischievous as me you tiny gremlin >:'D #and YOUR art is made of the softest pelote de laine ever it's so WARM and COZY #smh anyone reading this better go and dunk on her askbox with love cause seriously. LOOK at what she's saying #bean energy right??? right. and no no come BACK here blue i ain't done!!! #i'll carefully wait until i finish my gift for you but just so you know i am still planning revenge for my last bday gifts MISSY #like NO way you're that sweet and get away with me not being your friend like come on blue i am now your pet rock forever<333

[berisims]

TAGGED: 15 QUESTIONS

Got tagged by @alpine-lapine and after running a poll on who I should make this about, it turns out ✨Morgyn✨ won with 50% of the votes. Not my OC, but people seem to like them, so I shall deliver!

Questions & answers under the cut:

Are you named after anyone?

No idea. My mother never bothered to tell me.

When was the last time you cried?

I'm not sure. I haven't shed a tear in a long while. Though if I had to guess, I'd say the time I was told about Tess' disappearence probably being tied to her potential death was the last time I truly cried.

Do you have kids?

Not at the moment. Though Minerva keeps telling me how she has visions of me holding two curly haired children who look suspiciously like me and...an acquaintance. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that.

Do you use sarcasm?

Oh I live for sarcasm. To be fair, I think it's a Sage thing. *Snicker* Yeah, I'd say it comes with the job.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes. Not in the superficial "you've pretty eyes" manner, but in the "I now know your every secret" kinda way. You can learn so much about a person just by looking them in the eyes. You can find out if they're excited, scared, maybe intimidated by your presence. Some are subtle and others not so much. It's quite interesting, honestly. And telling of a person. Which is why I often use sunglasses when going out... Yes, even at nightime...I do the eye reading thing, not them.

What’s your eye colour?

Green, unfortunately. Most people think it's a lovely color, but to me it only serves as a reminder that I actually have a father who never bothered to make an appearance in my life. I'd much rather have my mother's brown even if our relationship is rocky.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I find happy endings to be cliché and far too boring these days. Bring in the horror. I'm all for it. I just won't guarantee it'll do a good job of scaring me.

Any special talents?

I can light things on fire and put them out with a simple flick of my wrist, but I suppose this so called "talent" is exclusive to spellcasters alone. If we're talking regular human talents then I'd probably say...acting. My fellow sages can attest to that.

Where were you born?

It's a blur, honestly. I know my mother was originally from Glimmerbrook and that I was raised in Windenburg up until I decided to run away at the age of 16, but I'm unsure if I was actually born there. I always had the idea that we simply moved shortly after my birth as a means to chase after my bastard father. But again, this is not something that I know for certain.

What are your hobbies?

There are a ton of things I enjoy doing, none of which I consider to be a hobby aside from reading, maybe. I don't have that much free time away from the Magic Realm, anyways. Simeon has been trying to get me into gardening though, but I don't think it's for me. After all, it's not like I can grow plants out of thin air like he can. He's the expert in Practical Magic, not me...and I wouldn't be caught dead digging through dirt and soil with my own bare hands.

Have you any pets?

I do. A 2 year old Dobermann. His name is Asmodeus. 

What sports do you play/ have played?

I'm honestly not that much of a sports person anymore, but I used to do gymnastics as a kid. And it's fortunate that I did, because all that trained flexibility still comes in handy sometimes. *L. Faba snorts in the distance* L. take your mind out of the gutter, that's not what I meant.

How tall are you?

Around 5'7.

Favourite subject in school?

My memories of school are brief and muddled, but I remember I used to love biology. And physics. The irony of it all baffles me to this day.

Dream job?

I've never given it much thought, especially after dropping out before I could even finish high school. Years later, the..."oportunity" to become a Sage made itself known and I took it. It wasn't like I had much of a choice in the matter, with me being the one apprentice Tess left before she went missing. I was obviously still in training when that happened, but the Realm desperately needed a new Sage of Untamed Magic and so I had to rise up to the occasion and take the position for myself. At first, I was resentful and felt that becoming a sage was the equivalent of becoming a prisoner of the Realm. But I soon realized this wasn't the case and eventually grew to love what I currently do. There is so much more to being a Sage than just holding the Magic Realm in place. Today I can confidently say that this is, in fact, my dream job.

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None of you has to do this if you're not feeling up to it, but just in case you are, I'm tagging @starlightthing , @trappedwell , @samssims and @edyavtostopom . The original template is in english, but if any of you feels more comfortable doing this in a different language, then go for it! Your blog, your rules!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #realm of magic #morgyn ember #beri plays tag with words #the way I just pulled their dog out of my a- #I thought about giving them a cat first but I was like #no we're going down the canine route this time #and it's gotta match their personality to a certain degree #and so asmodeus was born #he's intimidating and elegant much like his owner #bork bork bjork

[saebyeoked]

Deoksu dating headcanons? Thanks <3

i am not going to be the best writer for deoksu but i hope you enjoy anyways LOL. sorry this is short i ran out of ideas 😭

gn!reader

dating jang deoksu headcanons

i'd be lying if i said the relationship wasn't a little toxic. it's expected when in a relationship with deoksu but i feel like he just doesn't know how to treat someone in a relationship

he's in love with you and he knows that, but he doesn't know how to express it correctly. he doesn't want to seem weak by showing you how much he cares for you

he fits the 'asshole to everyone except for their partner' trope perfectly. he feels like you're the only person who completely understands him so he treats you really well

deoksu is really protective of you. one glare from this man will get anyones attention off of you and onto him. it's not surprising to say he would get jealous super easily

he's also really threatening so people know not to mess with you because he'd get involved if they do. he doesn't take insults lightly, especially when they're about you

he loves pda. it makes him feel more confident and almost prideful because he has a s/o that actually loves him. if you don't like pda before your relationship starts, you'll get used to it by the end

he likes to show you off and one of the reasons why is because he's baffled that you give him real, honest love

he acts like a big bad but i feel like in private he'd be like a teddy bear. he's intimidating to everyone but you

he won't ever say it out loud, but he really does wonder why you love him as much as you do. he doesn't understand why someone like him deserves the kindness you give him but he wouldn't mention it to you

he finds it hard expressing his love for you verbally, so he prefers physical touch over anything else. he always has a hand on you, whether it be around your shoulders or resting on the small of your back, he's touching you

his touch is surprisingly gentle, contrary to his behavior. he feels the need to be soft whenever he touches you because he worries you'll break. he treats you like a piece of glass

you're the only person he'll actually ever let his guard down around. he trusts you completely so you'll see him without the 'i'm a tough guy nothing hurts me' facade of whenever you're alone

i don't think your relationship with him would be horrible by any means, but i think he would have trouble with a serious one. as seen in the show he basically uses minyeo for his own gain and he wouldn't know how to not do that to someone

when he realizes he actually likes you he goes into panic mode. he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings at all so his confession is really awkward and slow

he won't ever treat you terribly though. he treats you really well for what it's worth

he knows whenever you're upset or uncomfortable and he doesn't know how to comfort you with words so he'll sit with you in silence

i don't think he ever truly learned to deal with his own emotions so being in a relationship would be hard for him. he'd get angry a lot at little things and i feel like he'd be possessive

it's not like there aren't any positives to being with him, though. the positives outweigh the negatives and you're always there to calm him down when his emotions get out of hand

he genuinely loves you though and protecting you from others is one of the ways he can show it without saying it verbally. it's what he's good at

if and when he ever actually says the words 'i love you' he would pretend it never happened right after because he hates how exposed it makes him feel even though he trusts you

he just needs someone to be there for him and truly care about him. a healthy relationship would be really beneficial for him so you do your best to keep it that way

he's not a bad person; at least not to you. he tries his best and shows his love for you in plenty of ways, from protection to gentle touches in private or in public. either way, everyone knows you're together and he's not afraid to flaunt your relationship

he loves you and just needs to know you love him back because he worries he isn't good enough. please tell this man you love him

#squid game #squid game imagine #squid game imagines #squid game x y/n #squid game x you #squid game x reader #squid game fanfiction #squid game fanfic #jang deok su x reader #jang deoksu x reader #deoksu x reader #deok su x reader #jang deok su #jang deoksu

[youbloodymadgenius]

Yours (Vampire!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd​‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday, Hayley 💝

The prompt We are all someone’s monster (Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows) is in bold.

@bluearchersstuff​ - Thank you for beta reading this for me 💖 It was the first time, it won’t be the last 😉

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Moodboard made by the talented @gearhead66 ♥️

Summary: You hate Halloween and of course you hate Halloween parties. But who’s this handsome guy who’s looking at you?

Warnings: not my best work, I’m sorry.

Words: 1821

You roll your eyes, sighing at your own stupidity. For the umpteenth time tonight, you're wondering what you were thinking about when you agreed to come. Of course, Sofia is your best friend, and she is the one who asked you to go with her.

 Yet, you should have known better.

 You dislike Halloween. Scratch that. You hate Halloween and everything about it with a passion. You hate dressing up. You hate cobwebs, fangs, zombies and skeletons. You even hate squash soup, and that's saying a lot!

 But yeah, your friend can be convincing when she has a mind to be. And that's why you're here – almost against your will, so to speak – at Ben's house. Ben with whom Sofia slipped away over an hour ago. Probably upstairs. You don't even want to think about what they're doing right now.

 Anyway, you're here, and that's all that matters…

 The pounding music is too loud, the people too drunk, the place too crowded. If it wasn't for the handsome stranger who hasn't stopped looking at you since you showed up, you wouldn't be here anymore.

Nervously pulling and tugging on the little black dress borrowed from Sofia – oh no, not a simple black dress, a black dress with fucking skeleton print – you make up your mind and head toward the makeshift bar. You need a drink if you intend to stay. Something strong, possibly.

 A 'Vampire Cocktail' in hand, you slowly cross the room. With every step, you can feel the stranger's gaze upon you; and you know with unsettling certainty that if you look back at him, he wouldn’t lower his eyes.

 He was apparently alone, does not talk to anyone, or dance, and didn't look at anyone but you.

 You should feel embarrassed, or even upset, but you aren’t. Knowing that his eyes are staring at you like that is surprisingly pleasant. And you can't help but feel hopelessly drawn to him, almost magnetically, or magically. Because strangely, wherever you are in the room, the man is there, never more than a few steps away from you.

 The room may be dark, but you still can see the otherworldly blue of his eyes. You're entranced, fascinated, mesmerized.

 Giving him a shy smile, you quickly avert your gaze, blushing. As you raise back your head, the man is gone, but when a gloved hand brushes against yours, you know it's his, without a doubt.

 "Shall we go out?" He asks with a sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. Even if he gives you a questioning look, his hand gesturing toward the large patio door, you know it's a rhetorical question. You don't have a choice and you don't mind it. The stranger wraps a strong arm around your waist, leading you toward the backyard.

 You follow him willingly, almost obediently, a small smile playing on your lips. He leads you without saying a word, and as soon as the patio door closes behind you, the only sound you can hear is the thud of his cane on the gravel.

 "Better here, right?" He takes a seat on a porch swing, inviting you to do the same.

 "I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." His voice is hoarse as he slightly leans toward you, boldly resting a hand on your knee.

 Confused, you want to ask him what he means. After all, you met for the first time less than two hours ago. But you don't get the chance, since he speaks again. "Very nice dress, by the way."

 Scrutinizing you in the bright moonlight, he looks at you shamelessly, his gaze stopping first on your neck, then your cleavage, your breast and finally your fishnet stocking-clad thighs.

 Intimidated, you blush and say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your… your Halloween costume is a piece of art. It's so… real…"

 "My… what?" Quirking a brow, the man looks at you in disbelief.

 "Your…," your shaky voice gives away your nervousness, "Your Dracula costume is… magnificent."

 You're not lying. His clothing is stunning. From his three-piece suit – obviously made of luxury fabrics – to his silk cape of extremely high quality, everything suggests that his complete outfit is undoubtedly very expensive.  As for his cane, you're willing to bet that its snake-shaped handle is made of… gold, no less. In any case, it's impressive and the handsome stranger makes a vampire truer than nature.

 Visibly taken aback by your last assertion, the man just stares at you with wide eyes. It's as if what you just said didn't make sense to him. When an icy wind swirls suddenly around you and makes you shiver, he eventually speaks sternly, almost as he were scolding you, his jaw tight. "This is not a costume."

 You're baffled, puzzled, confused. 'This is not a costume?' What does he mean?  

 "What… I don't… Wha–" You sputter, unable to gather your thoughts. Your heart hammering in your chest, you feel a knot growing in your stomach. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.

 His piercing blue eyes staring into yours, you want to avert your gaze, overwhelmed and slightly scared. But when he speaks again, it's with a velvet like voice that soothes you immediately, erasing your discomfort. "Shh… It's okay…"  You wonder for a brief moment how someone can change their mood so quickly. You don't dwell on it though, because when he gives you a closed-lips smile, gentle and sweet, it melts your heart and you realize that, as if by magic, your fear is gone, replaced by desire and attraction.

 What strange power does this man have over you?

 Slowly, one finger at a time, the stranger takes off his gloves and places them on the swing next to him, while staring at you the whole time.

 As he reaches out, his hand just inches from your face, you can't resist, and you don't want to. The pull is too powerful, the longing too strong. You want him to touch you. You need him to and so you lean forward, craving for his skin against yours.

 But as soon as his fingers graze your cheek, you freeze, bemused and appalled.

 They are cold. Abnormally cold. Ice-cold. Colder than… death. You swallow loudly and then get up hastily. "I… I sh… should… go…" You stammer, panic flooding your body. You want to run away but the man doesn't give you the chance as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tight. " That would be extremely rude when we've only just met, don't you think?" His voice is a whisper, his tone soft but you know you don't really have a say, nor a choice.

 Slowly getting up, he leans on his cane, wraps his free arm around your waist and draws you closer. He's so unnaturally strong, you can't even move as a cold wave washes over you. "I'll be gentle if you do as I say." He mumbles, his mouth against your ear.

 Questions plague your mind suddenly. Why is he so pale? Why can't you feel his breath on your face? Why are his eyes bloodshot? Why didn't you notice anything earlier? You're terrified now, aware of the danger with absolute certainty.

 "Who… Who are you?" You don't even know how you manage to babble those words. You feel weak and unsteady on your shaky legs. If it wasn't for his firm grip, you would certainly have fallen down by now.

 "It's okay, Y/N…" He says once again, and you want to believe him, despite your fear, despite the… cold. A little voice in your head whispers that you never told him your name, but it doesn't matter, not when he's looking at you with so much tenderness.

 What is he doing to you?

 "I'm Ivar." His reassuring voice is gentle, as is his smile. "Ivar Ragnarsson." He doesn't say anything else but it's enough. That's all you need to know. You're relieved. He's Ivar. Of course. Who else – what else – could he be? You've been so silly. All those strange things… The cold, his eyes, his breathing – or his lack of – there is necessarily a pragmatic explanation for each of them. The truth is you don't care. He's Ivar. A handsome and very considerate stranger that you want to get to know better, and that's enough. Everything is fine. It's okay, he's right.

 "Ivar…", you eventually repeat softly, and you love the way his name rolls off your tongue. Chuckling, you can feel yourself relaxing in his embrace. "You're going to think I'm dumb, you know? I wondered for a moment if you weren't a…", you gasp, feeling shy and embarrassed, but Ivar just looks at you, patiently waiting for you to carry on, and that's what you do. "… A vampire, you know. But obviously you're not. You're just a guy my age, with a fantastic Halloween costume, and it seems that I can't think properly, because who would think you're some kind of monster? That's insane, and I'm so sorry, and now I'm going to shut up because I'm pathetically rambling and if I continue I'm sure you won't want anything to do with me and that would be a shame because I– Oh my god, sorry!!" Covering your mouth with your hand, you blush as you realize what you were going to say. 'Because I'd love to kiss you, touch you, feel you…'

 What is he doing to you?

 Ivar keeps quiet, a semi-amused smile on his face. Eventually, he closes his eyes and then tilts his head back. "So, you thought I was a… how did you say?... a monster…" You can almost hear his grin.

 "I know," you say shamefully, "that's stupid! You're allowed to laugh at me, you know? I won't get mad, really. I don't know what went through my head. A monster! What a ridiculous thought!!"

 Ivar giggles while keeping his eyes shut. "Maybe not. You know what they say… We are all someone's monster…"

 And then, he opens his eyes. And everything goes faster.

 His eyes turn black. A feral growl escapes his lips. His smile is a predatory one.

 You can clearly see his pointy fangs.

 And you feel weirdly calm. You're not surprised, and you're ready. You need him, all of him.

 "I don't know if it's true…", you don't recognize his voice, hoarse and raspy, but you don't mind, as you don't mind when he pushes your hair away, his teeth already grazing the delicate skin of your neck.

 "However,” He mutters as you arch against him unwittingly, "there is one thing that I can say for certain. I'm definitely yours."

 And right after that, sharp fangs piercing down into the flesh of your neck, a burning pain lances through you, fading soon into an aching pleasure. You release a gasp, bucking your hips.

 "Please, unravel me, Ivar."

 What did he do to you?

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