#This was a very lucky round of babies 😭

[gojorgeous]

"business or pleasure?"

pairing: gojo x fem!reader summary: the gojo clan decides it’s time to secure an heir… and you’re the lucky woman selected for the job… content: HEAVY breeding, arranged marriage, language, praise, dacryphilia, p->v, fingering, mating press, a lil’ blood (if you squint), pet names, implied multiple rounds, gojo just generally being a menace, no established relationship, reader and gojo literally just met, reader is literally there for the purpose of getting pregnant, positive pregnancy test at the end, ideas of women as baby incubators :x, consent king gojo. wc: 3.7k a/n: I HAVE RETURNED!!! Hey!!!!!! Long time no see, babes. I was looking at my account and I haven’t posted a fic in *cough* TWO YEARS. There is simply no way that’s real 😭 Anyway, I’ve returned with something slightly different: A Gojo fic. You’re welcome. Mwah. Also, please send messages I miss y'all. happy new year bbs. and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

It’s only your third time in Japan. The first had been to visit family friends when you were eight, the second for a girls’ trip after you graduated college. You liked it. Tokyo was bright and busy and full of shops and things to do. The countryside always offered beauty and peace. But this third time was different. No shopping, no temples, no amusement parks. You were here for business, not pleasure. 

You run a finger along the edge of a mahogany bookshelf. Your feet are killing you, a flick of your ankles tossing your heels across the room. Your nose wrinkles when you land on a particular title. The Art of War? Interesting choice… You scan the other books, and your brows rise when you find a strange combination of academics, young adult, manga, and high fantasy? A multi-genre reader, then…

You absentmindedly rub at the arch of your foot, pushing out the ache as best you can. A day so full of stress has left you weary. Your mother hadn’t stopped hovering until the moment you’d escaped into your car, a new husband on your arm. 

You sigh. You could still hear the shower running along with said husband humming loudly to a tune you didn’t recognize. At least your groom wasn’t shy. 

A glance toward the bed has your brows raising. Were those… squishmallows? One looked like a shark, the other like a… sushi? You press your lips together, avoiding a laugh he would surely hear. You make your way to the mattress, sighing when you finally get to sit. You pull the sushi into your arms, hugging the pillow to your chest, but it no longer seemed so funny anymore. You had bigger things to think about. Your legs press together in a mix of anticipation and anxiety. All the way from America you’d come to marry the Gojo heir. It had been a rushed arrangement. Apparently, the Gojo clan had finally put their foot down and decided their heir should finally get to the business of making another heir. There’d been a search far and wide for the best match and somehow, they’d settled on you. An accomplished sorcerer yourself and abilities in your blood that only strengthened those of the Gojo line, you’d been an suitable pick. It didn’t hurt that you were young, healthy, and (upon a trip to a renowned fertility clinic) proven to be very fertile. 

Your parents had been oh-so eager to accept the Gojo clan’s proposition. The Gojo heir’s power hadn’t been matched in nearly 400 years. Any and every family would jump at the opportunity to be tied to them, especially through marriage and heirs. You were surprised you’d been chosen considering all of the options there must have been. 

Satoru seemed… fine, you thought. You hadn’t had much time to talk with him privately. The first time you’d met had been on a phone call with both of your sets of parents present and the next had been at the altar. At one point in the night he’d asked a waiter to refill your wine glass and he’d been a rather good dancer. Other than that, you’d been pulled apart at all odds and ends until you’d come back here: his apartment. 

You’d expected something a little more lavish for your wedding night, especially considering the spectacle that your wedding had been. Ice sculptures, thousand dollar bouquets, and diamond encrusted wedding rings had turned to an elegantly decorated bachelor pad. A glance around revealed a space that was obviously lived in, with odd mixes of $10,000 dollar chairs and… squishmallows.

You sink onto the edge of the bed, eyes peeling over the half-moons of your nails and the heavy gems that now sit on the fourth finger of your left hand. They are a weight you feel the pressure of. A pressure to live up to expectations, to produce a much-desired product. 

A door opens down the hall and you realize the pounding of water and the lilting of a hum has ceased. Your husband is done with his shower. 

A few seconds later he reveals himself, prancing down the hallway and into his bedroom like it’s just another Tuesday and not his wedding night. A plush blue towel is slung low around his waist and from the rivulets of water running all over his body you judge that he hadn’t even taken the time to properly dry off. Not that you mind.

You’d known your new husband was beautiful but you’d never imagined he’d be so… so goddamn seductive. 

Washboard abs, toned arms, sculpted back, wet hair and icy eyes… he was the image of a god. 

“Sorry for making you wait. I really needed that.” 

Gojo prods at his temples, eyes squished shut in what looked like a moment of pain. You’d heard of this problem from the clan. He hadn’t worn his blindfold all day for the sake of the wedding. It was no wonder the effects were catching up with him. 

“No problem.” 

A small smile reveals just a few blinding teeth and you could swear your vision went out for just a moment. 

“You hungry?” 

You arch a brow. The man had eaten two full plates and practically half the cake not yet an hour ago. 

“Can’t say that I am.” 

“Hm.” 

He nods and you watch as he plucks a stray candy off his bedside table, tossing the wrapper to the floor. 

“So, uh-” You watch the butterscotch bulge in his cheek. “You really wanna do this?” 

You glance at your half-naked husband who is practically a walking temptation. You take a breath. He’s standing so casually, as if this is a normal conversation to be having and not something life-altering.

“You don’t?” you ask.

All that gets you is a shit-eating grin. 

“Never said that.” 

You can’t help the smirk that crawls across your lips. 

“Well, we might as well get it over with, no?” 

Another flash of pearly whites. 

“Get it over with, hm?” 

You miss his meaning, pulling at a loose thread on the bedspread. 

“It shouldn’t take much effort. I’m on so many fertility meds you could probably spit on me and I’d get pregnant.” 

You pick at the thread a little more, biting your lip when you realize it’s one of those strands that’s infinite. 

“That so?” 

You jolt when a speck of wetness lands on your cheek. A quick glance reveals a fuzzy blue towel far too close for comfort. A half-naked Gojo is a whole lot closer than he’d been just seconds ago. How is he so quiet? 

Blue eyes bore into yours, water dripping down white strands and onto your skin. He’s so damn tall. He has your neck craned all the way back just to meet his gaze. 

“Yes.” You swallow. “It was part of our prenup.”

Dazed. You’re absolutely dazed. 

“Well, we probably shouldn’t risk breaking a legally binding contract, hm?” 

Closer. He’s coming closer. Too close. 

You lean back, scooting yourself up the bed in a feeble attempt to get a little more space, your emotional support sushi tumbling to the floor. He follows right after you. 

Something primal thrusts through your veins at the sight of a man, sopping wet and smirking, crawling after you, some mix of teasing and pure drive hidden in his eyes. Gojo doesn’t stop, not until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Close. Too close. 

You’d thought he would have dried a bit by now, but water still slicks off his skin and hair, showering you lightly. You shiver and your husband notices. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you get a breath of the sweetness of butterscotch and mint toothpaste. 

“You say stop,” he breathes, “and we stop.”

He leans closer, so close you can smell the eucalyptus and myrrh of his shampoo, the musk of his body wash, the candied sweetness of his breath. Those piercing blue eyes flit to your lips and back up again. 

A breath, a pause. 

“Stop?” he asks. His eyes are piercing.

You shake your head. 

“Go.” 

Lips, teeth, tongue. All of it hits you at once. For a moment you’re too shocked to respond, but then his weight is leaning on you and his hand is on your waist and his mouth tastes like candy and- and then you’re kissing him back. 

A heavy hand digs into the flesh of your waist and your hands find a patch of damp white hair to tangle in. 

He tastes good- too good and when a deft hand guides you down to the mattress you start to think that this whole baby-making business might not be so bad after all. 

Teeth knock, tongues touch, and you are on the edge of what would have been a particularly throaty moan when he pulls away. 

His attention shifts elsewhere, kisses trailing down your neck and hands straying to your hips.

“Have you-” a kiss to your collarbone. “Done this before?”

You freeze.

“What?” 

Gojo raises his head a bit and the most irritating kind of smirk plays on his lips. 

“Don’t know- thought maybe this was a virgin for your super rich husband kinda thing?” 

You shove his head back down.

“Shut up.”

He chuckles and the sound vibrates against your skin. 

“Okay, sp no need to go slow then…” 

His lips continue their assault, brushing and grazing over your skin until it lifts with goosebumps. Your breaths come a little faster, a little heavier and you gasp when his hand curls beneath the hem of your skirt.

“Oh? What’s this?” His fingers brush against the garter that rests at the top of your thighs. Your cheeks heat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why had you agreed to wear the damn thing? You reach down, hoping to quickly rid yourself of the scrap of fabric before you can become oven more mortified. You’re just about to clamp down on it when Gojo catches your wrist. “Ah, ah. No need to be so hasty.” Your hand is easily pinned down to the mattress and, for some reason, you don’t fight it. 

Your breath catches when your skirt lifts only for Gojo to dive beneath it without a second thought. You feel his teeth grazing across the skin of your thigh. 

“Gojo-” you breathe, squirming. 

His head reappears suddenly, another one of those mischievous grins gracing his lips. “Satoru when I’m about to be inside you, baby.” 

He disappears again and you gasp and wiggle when you feel his tongue laving across the inside of your thigh. 

His teeth graze you again, but this time they clamp down on the garter and you feel it slowly sliding across your skin, down, down, past your knee and eventually to your ankle where Satoru finally yanks it past your foot with a final tug. 

You stare at him, wide eyed and lustful. That had to have been one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. 

Satoru plucks the garter from his teeth and dangles it in front of his eyes. It’s a white, lacy little thing that matches the shade of his hair. He’s grinning again when he slides it onto his wrist like a bracelet– no, like a trophy.

“Thanks for the present.” He’s still grinning, still staring, his fingers still fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “How attached are you to this dress?” he asks. 

You blink, swallowing nervously, unable to break away from his gaze. It’s too strong, too mesmerizing. “Not… attached at all,” you manage. It’s true. Somebody else picked it out, and you’ve only been wearing it for about an hour– and it’s not like you can’t just buy a new one now with access to the Gojo bank accounts. 

His grin somehow grows even wider. “Good girl. Just what I wanted to hear.” 

There’s a splitting sound and suddenly your dress is tearing straight down the middle. It’s slow and controlled and you wonder if he’s practiced at this or if his strength is just that regulated. You find yourself hoping it’s the latter. 

The dress is ripped from your skin and you see it land somewhere across the room. You hear something shatter along with a thud, but Satoru seems anything but worried, so you ignore it. 

You’re bare in just your undergarments, a lacy white set that you’re now half proud of and half embarrassed by. 

Satoru whistles and his hands settle on your waist. “Damn, baby. Why’d you keep all this hidden for so long?” 

You scoff, your confidence surging. You reach for him, grabbing a scruff of hair at the back of his neck and pulling him close. “You’re the one taking your sweet time, Toru.” 

The sound of the nickname on your lips makes him shiver and you smirk triumphantly.

“Hmm…” is all he says as his fingers trail lower, lower, lower, until they’re dipping beneath the band of your panties. It’s somewhere between tortuous and ticklish and you squirm. “Ah, ah. Hold still for me, now.” He presses one hand to the valley between your breasts, holding you down as his other hand continues lower. When his thumb finds the wet spot on your panties and presses down your back arches and your breath escapes. 

He chuckles. “Little needy, aren’t you?” His thumb moves a little higher, grazing your clit, and you whimper. 

With one deft movement he unclasps your bra, tossing it aside. You register for just a moment that your chest is now completely bare, but soon enough his mouth is closing around your nipple and all else is forgotten. 

“S-Satoru!” you whisper. Your voice feels hoarse, even if it has no reason to be. 

His thumb continues its assault between your thighs. “So wet already, baby…” He sounds ecstatic. The grin on his lips makes you whine. “Let’s get these out of the way…” Before you know it, you hear more tearing and then cold air hits your cunt. You cry out when Satoru’s thumb returns to its ministrations, but this time there’s no cloth barrier to dull the sensation. Your hands push out and your nails curl into his bare shoulders. You need him closer.

“Satoru…” you breathe. “Kiss me…” 

That shit-eating grin returns, but he follows your command. “As my wife wishes.” 

When lips meet yours it’s hot and messy. Your nails claw down his back and you’re sure you’re leaving marks. If he minds, he certainly doesn’t show it.

His thumb continues at your clit as a finger prods at your entrance. When he slides in slowly, you gasp. He murmurs something about you being so sensitive, and proceeds to quickly find that gummy spot inside you that makes you see stars. Before you know it he’s adding a second finger and soon your hips are rocking against his thrusts, meeting his pace as you chase your high. 

“God, you’re so wet.” he whispers against your lips. True to his word, he’s been kissing you, never letting up in his attack on your mouth. “Bet you taste like fucking heaven.”

You whine, your hips stuttering against his hand. “G-Gonna… I’m–” 

He grins again, and pulls away just enough to meet your gaze. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” Your eyes flutter shut, your head rolling back– “Nuh, uh. Keep those eyes open. Wanna see every second.” 

Your breaths flutter and you whimper loudly, the sound bouncing on the walls. You’re not sure why you listen, why you fight to keep your eyes open, locked on him, but you do. Maybe you’re afraid he’ll pull away and leave you wanting… or maybe you just want to please him.

You feel your muscles clenching in your stomach, hear the sloppy sounds of Satoru’s fingers thrusting in and out of you, see the gleeful anticipation in his eyes. His thumb rubs a particularly delicious circle around your clit and you feel yourself thrown over the edge. 

You can’t help but be loud. You hold his gaze the whole time, whimpering and whining his name as you gush all over his sheets. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching, holding him inside, desperate to be filled. You hear him panting above you, like watching has somehow taken his breath away. 

“Good girl,” he whispers and you feel a second wave of pleasure ripple through you. 

You feel weak by the time your orgasm leaves you. Your muscles are limp and your cunt is so sensitive that you flinch when Satoru removes his fingers. He brushes a tear from the corner of your eye and you watch as he brings his sopping fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices clean. He moans, a deep throaty sound, like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. You watch his eyes roll back in his skull, watch his throat bob as he swallows. Your lips part at the sight. 

His fingers fall from his mouth with a pop and his grin returns.

“Just like I thought,” he says. “Heaven.” 

He’s back on you in a second, licking a stripe from your collarbone to just beneath your ear. His hips slot between your own and a strong hands hook around the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest. You whimper. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so completely and utterly exposed. 

“On to the main event, yeah?” The twinkle in his eye has your heart racing even faster. His fingers catch the towel that is somehow still wrapped snugly around his waist. With one tug, it’s gone and your mouth is watering in anticipation. 

Your jaw drops lower, if it’s even possible. He’s… huge. Long and pretty with veins that you know are going to rub just right. His tip is pink and leaking, ready. 

“Satoru, it won’t–” 

His lips connect to your pulse, licking and sucking when you feel him prodding at your entrance. “It’ll fit, baby.” 

He slides himself through your folds, gathering your juices and torturing you every time his tip bumps your clit. By the time he’s finally lining himself up, you’re practically begging. 

The first push is heaven. You’re both moaning when he prods past that first tight ring of muscle and you’re gasping, crying out his name and clawing at his back. He keeps pushing, filling you inch by inch until he’s pressed snugly against your cervix. You thank him aloud when he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, to the feeling of being filled to the absolute brim. He only kisses the tears from your cheeks. 

The first thrust has you seeing stars, little white spots clouding your vision. The second has your nails embedding in his skin hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it has him moving faster, grunting in your ear and whimpering your name.

“Sooo… f-ahh-ucking t-tight…” he whispers. 

A hand slides between your sweaty bodies, a thumb rubbing familiar circles against your swollen clit. You cry out, clenching down like a vice. 

“F-Fuck, princess.” 

His thrusts rock your body and the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the air. You feel that familiar coil begin to form, to heat at your core. Your muscles tighten and your legs begin to shake. 

“Atta girl. Cum on my cock, baby.” 

You whimper at the praise, at the incessant rubbing of your clit, at the relentless pounding of your cervix. It’s all too much, too good. 

“Satoru…” you cry. Your legs burn and ache. Satoru has your knees pressed so tightly to your chest you’re afraid something might snap. It only adds to the tension beginning to unravel at your center. You feel as if you’re burning, as if you’re going to snap– and then you do. Heat unravels beneath your skin and your mouth falls open in a silent cry. Your legs tremble and your toes curl and you vaguely hear your husband whispering a mix of curses and praises in your ear. You’re still lost in the sensation when he starts groaning and you feel him flooding your insides with shallow thrusts close to your cervix, filling you with rope after rope of his hot cum. You’re still panting when you finally regain your mind. Satoru’s still on top of you, completely limp with his head buried in your neck. You curl a hand into his hair, silently holding him close. That was some of the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had. You smirk. Yeah, maybe this baby-making business wasn’t going to be so bad. 

You shiver when you feel Satoru licking and sucking at your skin. There’s a tenderness in the action that makes you pull him closer. He hasn’t even pulled out yet, but you can already feel him hardening inside you, ready for another round. 

“Think it stuck?” he asks. You smirk and answer with a breathy laugh. 

“Don’t know.” Silently, you think that there’s no way it didn’t. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs and there’s just so much of it.

He lifts his head, eyes bright and sparkling even in the dim light. He grins. “Guess we’d better make sure.” 

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With the rate at which Satoru fucks you it’s no surprise when you get two positive little pink lines a few week later. You tell Satoru by unceremoniously dropping the test in front of him while he’s drinking his morning coffee. He only grins and kisses you before he bends you over the counter, whispering something about needing to show you how appreciative he is when he slides inside you. The next morning you wake to Satoru’s lips on yours, a brand new credit card, and a new car in the driveway, fitted with all of the newest safety features (only the best for his wife and baby, he says). You sigh and smile when you see it. Yeah, this whole baby-making business definitely wasn’t so bad.

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[chailovesu]

a list of everything ive manifested and what i want to manifest

having alot of friends + also having at least one best friend (in short never being lonely)

people always approaching me first

not living with desired people

instant appearance changes

instant weather changes

very very pretty almond doe eyes and long eyelashes

a puppy

oddly specific tiktoks to pop on my fyp

being "popular" in school

having big boobs and a big butt naturally

being a semi big submaker

my face shape (younger me listened to round shape face subliminals but i had a thin one before)

alot of mcdonalds

bigger prettier lips

alot of sps coming back because i believed in the saying "they always come back"

revising something completely and there being no evidence of it ever happening

long breaks off of school (i feel like since i was listening to ALOT of "cancel school" subliminals b4 the corona break and i've had so many breaks off of school)

soft pretty 3a/3b hair

alotttt of compliments

being seen as very attractive in my own eyes and other ppls

being alot of ppls comfort person everyone tells me they enjoy my company

being right abt random things

manifested alot of things for my old friend

constantly passing classes knowing damn well i didn't do any work 😭 went from a 34 to a 92 doing absolutely nothing

all my teachers liking me enough to bump my grades to passing even if i did nothing in their classes

strangers always being nice to me all the time

people being obsessed with me (i don't recommend manifesting this 😭) 

being lucky in games 

immediate weight loss

having 300+ absences when the county's limit was 10 a semester and never getting in trouble for it

moving out of houses 

being spoiled by people irl and online simply for being attractive

ppl texting me immediately after i think abt them

being able to manifest fast in general 

having a high pitched cute voice

+ other tiny things

what im current manifesting

being extremely rich + living in a mansion

knowing how to speak Spanish, Korean, and French

revising any trauma I've experienced

desired baby pictures and childhood memories

having no anxiety and never overthinking

being everyones type + being like kokomi teruhashi

revising that i have close childhood friends

butt length hair

having no body hair

having a vivid imagination

4.0 gpa + perfect attendance + being naturally smart + being good at math

hazel eyes with mostly green

a cat and a pink bird and a bunny + my current dogs but they're all going to be babies and get along well (also manifesting that ik how to manage all of them)

being shorter

desired parents + only one sibling

a lot of rich love interests

desired body and face

old friends coming back

being a huge submaker like roy

bringing certain family members back to life

im manifesting this by affirming and listening to subliminals because thats what i prefer

#law of assumption #loa #loa blog #loassumption #void state

[f10werfae]

Baby Doctor

pairing: Husband!Dad!Henry Cavill x Doctor!Reader

summary: Fans retell the events of what’s going on in the Cavill fam, especially with two new arrivals, the twins Poppy and Lucy

Requested by @stormcloudss

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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@/hensvavyvirl: Y/n is absolutely glowing after just having two baby cavills, just saw pap pics of Henry tying her hair up for her🫣🫣

>> @/marveldcgirl: Henrys new post about Y/n going back to work after giving birth is so emotional, he just loves her so so much

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@/pieceofmind: Poppy and Lucy are such cute names, I just can’t contain myself after Y/n announced her and Henry are moving to the UK. I REPEAT THEY ARE MOVING BACK TO THE UK. They said in an interview that they want to raise their kids where they grew up

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@/Atlasgiver: Y/n said she can’t wait to start in a new hospital, HENRY POSTED A VIDEO OF HER POSING IN HER NEW SCRUBS AND HE WAS WHISTLING AT HER 😭😭

>> @/winstonwho: I GOT DR Y/N AS MY CONSULTANT IN A&E AND SHE WAS SO SWEET AND NICE, FELT LIKE A MOTHER FIGURE

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@/poppyrose: Seeing Henry as a girl dad makes me wanna cry out of joy. When I saw pics of him tying up the twins hair into mini pigtails, while Y/n got their baby booties on😭

>> @/lizziebet: I’m pretty sure I saw them at a park in my local estate, they were on a family walk. Kid you not both Poppy and Lucy were the ones holding onto kal's leash, and he is so gentle not to pull on them. THEN HENRY AND Y/N ARE HOLDING HANDS AND SHARING KISSES WHILE BEHIND THEM OMG

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@/DChabes: Y/n and Henry on date night is the sweetest thing, bro I jus want what they have

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@/HenryCavill: Glad i’m doing life with @/Y/nCavill♥️

>> @/Y/nCavill: Baby stop tryna butter me up and go change the girls' diapers😭😭 Dinner isn’t making itself

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@/DailyTelegraph: Henry Cavill seen getting affectionate with wife Y/n Cavill by Hyde Park, babies Poppy and Lucy also in tow in prams beside them!

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@/Listjaet: I remember watching Y/n's pregnancy on her youtube channel, and now I can’t believe i’m watching her go through motherhood

>> @/bobbyjo: I still remember her video when she first found out, and she surprised Henry by giving him a rugby ball with the words “Future No.1 Daddy” sewed into it 🥺

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@/Bettieboops: According to Y/n, Henry can’t keep his hands to himself when it comes to her☠️ He’s constantly on her or annoying her whenever the girls are put down to sleep

>> @/HenryCavill: Well she never seems to complain when it’s happening so…

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@/buttercuppuckerup: I just know Poppy and Lucy have Henry wrapped round their fingers, I’ve witnessed this man build a bookshelf for his wife, I can’t imagine what he’d do for his kids

>> @/Y/nCavill: He literally bought a sewing machine and is learning how to make yarn dolls😭 Then he is adamant that their bassinets are in our room for at least two days of the week for “bonding time”

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@/truthberolled: Ok but Miss Y/n post pregnancy 🫣 That woman is fine asf, Henry care to share?

>> @/HenryCavill: No can do

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@/peppersaor: Seeing how far they’ve come as a couple genuinely makes me tear up🥺 We lit watched them from the very start too when they first announced they were dating

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@/freedi: Y/n in scrubs can step on me any day of the week, smart and beautiful?? Damn Henry got lucky

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@/luckofdirish: Just saw Henry and Y/n on the beach with their babies. Each of them had one between their legs while they played with the sand, and both of them were wearing pink suits with tiny baby bucket hats. I swear I saw Poppy try to eat sand at one point because Henry had to keep pulling his hand out of her mouth

>> @/luckofdirish: Then when Henry went into the water, EACH BABY HAD THEIR OWN SUN CHAIR, it was honestly the cutest thing. Mama Y/n and her babies chilling under the umbrella while Henry played about in the ocean. Poppy and Lucy were very much jus sipping on their juice boxes while Y/n read them a book

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@/user2586478: Omg that insta photo Y/n posted of Henry holding Poppy and Lucy’s hand against the sunset😭 Wtaf they’re such a cute family, i’m so glad they’re pretty open about their family for the most part, with us fans

>> @/dettypig: I totally get what you mean! I love how we basically get to see their family grow, without seeing the most intimate parts of their lives, because of course everyone deserves privacy. I can’t wait to see Henry building PCs for Poppy and Lucy when they’re older, Henry will be heartbroken if they’re not gamers like him🙃

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@/legend69647: Dr Y/n just took my appointment at the hospital and she’s so much more beautiful in person, pics of Henry and the girls are literally everywhere

>> @/HorridHenrietta: Don’t even. I had her as well and she was blood amazing, she was so gentle when she had to examine my broken arm and she even gave my son free stickers even though he wasn’t the patient

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@/Y/nCavill: Please can people stop trying to bombard our family home to get pics of the girls!! We are the only ones allowed to share pictures of our family and we’d appreciate if the paps respected that.

>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying our girls are scared, legal action will be taken if this harassment doesn’t stop. Thank you for our fans who understand our situation♥️

>>> @/boompower: right which one of yall are attacking this poor family☠️ Don’t yall know basic respect and privacy? The girls are barely 3 and yet all they are getting is cameras shoved in their faces. Do Better.

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@/pearpotur: Seeing Henry go all protective on the red carpet over his girls is so cute. He always has one arm around his wife’s waist, Poppy on his hip and Lucy on Y/n's or the other way round♥️♥️

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Taglist Tags (Form is up there^^): @princess-paramour @stormcloudss @uwiuwi @marvelgurl @taramaria @mysticfalls01 @kebabgirl67 @fdl305 @madebylilly @dumb-fawkin-bitch @vrittivsanghavi @beck07990 @kimhtoo17 @thereisa8ella @pandaxnienke

#romance #henry cavill #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fanfiction

[everydayyoulovemeless]

sequel to that no nut november post where instead it's destroy dick december?😭

FNV Companions (+Yes Man, Victor, and Benny) Responses to Destroy Dick December

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic ➼ A/N » what a title

Boone outright refuses. He knows he's not gonna be successful and decides he's not even going to try. He's not even supportive about it. Anytime he sees you walk toward the bathroom he'll look at you with disgust and tell you to be smart about what you're gonna do because you both have to hit the road again soon, whether you're tired or not. 0/10, he's an awful partner to do this challenge with, don't even bother asking.

"Does it feel good anymore?"

Arcade will run stressed hands down his face. He made it all the way through November only for you to bring up something he finds to be way harder than the last. He'll try, but he's not making it anywhere past the tenth day. He likes being overstimulated, but damn. 3/10, he tries but doesn't quite have the stamina to pull it off.

"uh uh, I'm done, I have things I need to do around Freeside."

Raul hits you with that 1000-mile stare. Have you seen how decrepit he is? He has a difficult trying to get his thing up as it is, and you want to see him cum 31 times in one day? No, thank you. 2/10, he does actually try because he's curious about how far he can take himself, but it's nothing to write home about. He'll make it to day 3 if he's lucky.

"I'm over 200, boss... I don't think I can."

Cass is a champion at this. She can cum 31 times a day any day of the week. The biggest problem with her is that she makes sure to include you. You're knees are going to be weak and wobbly by the end of the month, it's her only goal since she passes the challenge with ease every year. 11/10, it's her favorite month by far.

"C'mon~ You can last longer than that!"

Veronica's quite determined to pass, even if she knows she's going to struggle once she hits the double digits. She'll try to mix all sorts of new things into your sex life to try and keep the challenge fresh and interesting. She'll find all sorts of sex toys and new positions to try in an attempt to keep you both at it for longer. 7/10, she makes it to day 15, but at least she's creative.

"Hear me out... I got us working vibrators!"

Yes Man makes it his life's mission to ensure you make it through the month. He'll lock you away in the Lucky 38 and personally make sure you get to the correct number every day. The day you told him you were interested in doing it was the day he pledged to himself that he'd actually get you through this challenge. He didn't do as well last month, but he'll make sure this time is different. He'll even tie you to the bed if he has to. 10/10, not only are you passing, but he will too!

"Aww, quite squirming! We've almost hit the number for today!"

Victor just shrugs and tells you that he thinks it'd be fun. He's not the horniest person alive, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't have stamina. He's fairly competitive and would like to win the challenge with you, but it relies heavily on how far you're willing to take it. 5/10, he could go for however long, but he'll stop going at it when you do.

"How're you holdin' up? Wanna go another round?"

Benny was really on board with it until the sixth day when he realized how exhausting this actually is. He's an old man, he's not built for this. But he wants to keep that pimp-like persona going for as long as he can. He'll be whimpering most nights from the overstimulation but he doesn't give up unless you specifically ask him about it. 8/10, he plays a very convincing performance, but how long can he push it?

"Sure, baby! We can go... again..."

#fallout new vegas #fallout #fnv #craig boone #boone fnv #fnv companions #fnv companions reactions #arcade gannon #arcade fnv #raul tejada #raul fnv #raul alfonso tejada #cass fnv #rose of sharon cassidy #cassidy fnv #veronica fnv #veronica santangelo #yes man #yes man fnv #victor fnv #benny fnv

[lightsoutletsgo]

hii, idk if you write for felipe drugovich since you didn't specify it in your post but if you do, can i request a fic with him and singer!reader or actress!reader where he takes him on her first race weekend? thank you in advance<3

la vie en rose pairing: felipe drugovich x singer!reader (I'm imagining the reader as a member of little mix because I love those girls but you can imagine whatever band or group you want!) warnings: cheese, fluffy fluff, bad writing word count: 2.1k ahhhh thank you so much for this request!! I loved writing it! ik I kinda strayed from the request a bit but I hope you still enjoy it <33 look how boyfriend he looks I'm- 😭

“Princesa?” Felipe softly smiled down at your dozing form from where he sat with his back up against the headboard of the bed as you whined and buried your face further into your pillow, refusing to accept that you couldn’t stay in your warm, cosy dream world any longer.  “Bebê?” You sighed as you stretched, eyes still remaining shut. You heard Felipe chuckle from next to you, “You look like a little kitten” You huffed indignantly as you felt one of Felipe’s hands gently stroke your face that lay on the pillow next to him. “Come on meu anjo… you gonna open your eyes for me?” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you whined once more, “Let me see those beautiful eyes baby…” You sighed softly before cracking your eyes open, taking a minute to adjust to the bright morning sunlight filling the hotel room. You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you yawned and Felipe felt his heart clench at how cute you looked, your eyes opened fully and you couldn’t help the dopey smile that immediately stretched across your face as the first thing you looked at was your boyfriend. “There you go, there’s my pretty girl.” You felt your cheeks get warm as Felipe stared back at you, the same cheesy grin plastered across his face. 

Mornings like this were rare. It was bad enough that Felipe’s schedule was unpredictable and intense, given the chaos of the F2 season, but your schedule was just as bad. Whilst you loved your job and you knew you and your bandmates were incredibly lucky, touring the world and recording new albums and all the media responsibilities that came with that left very little time in your schedule to spend with friends, family or your boyfriend. There were times however, where the stars - and your calendars, aligned, and your tour dates matched up with the F2 season. 

This was one of those once-in-a-blue-moon weekends. Barcelona. You’d arrived the night before, exhausted, having just finished 3 shows in 2 days and then been whisked away to the airport for a flight to Spain. You’d never been more relieved to see the entrance to a hotel and after a slightly tearful (though he’d never admit it) reunion, you’d spent some time with Felipe, the adrenaline of performing and travelling keeping you awake before you couldn’t fight it anymore and you’d fallen asleep in his arms for the best sleep you’d had in a long time. Video and voice calls were great for on the road but nothing compared to him actually holding you. 

“How was the last city’s show Amor?” You gave him a soft smile once more as you nodded, “It’s been okay, we decided to change the set a little at the last few shows but it seemed to click well last night!” Felipe smiled as he stroked your arm gently. As much as he hated being apart from you, he had your job to thank for the two of you meeting. Your band had been asked to perform at a live event in London and you’d - quite literally, crashed into him backstage. He didn’t know who you were at that point. All he knew was that looking at you made him feel like he was in a fucking Disney movie. Or La La Land. Or a cheesy 90’s romcom. Complete with a shiny halo round your head and  cartoon birds singing in the background and a dramatic, moving orchestral score playing in the background. It wasn’t until he heard Clem fangirling over you in the distance that he’d been snapped back to reality and introduced himself. He thanked his lucky stars that he’d been too distracted trying to find a coffee machine that day that he’d bumped into you, even if he never got his coffee, he’d gotten your number and that was far better. From there it was a whirlwind of virtual dates on opposite sides of the world, you eating breakfast as your day started and him eating dinner as he got ready to wind down for the day as you shared your days and the latest news, it was stolen kisses in his car, Sunday pancakes at his apartment and makeshift movie nights in the recording studio during off season, it was him standing in the wings of your band’s show before you’d gone public, smiling to himself as he watched you perform love songs he knew were about him and only him. 

He was pulled from his reverie by your next sentence, “I was thinking I’d come to the race today.” He sat upright a little more and you yelped as he jolted you a little, “Sorry! Sorry!” He pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head, “I just got a little excited for a second.” You giggled, grabbing the hand of the arm that was around you and linking your fingers together, smiling at the way his fingers interlocked with yours so perfectly, “You really mean it?” You nodded, “Mhmm! I mean, people know we’re together now and you’ve been to so many of my performances, it’s only right that I come to support you too!” Felipe smiled before he looked concerned, “Shouldn’t you rest though Princesa? Your show is tomorrow and I don’t want you getting sick or injured.” You smiled at him fondly as your hand came up to stroke his cheek, “I’ll be okay, besides, I’d only be watching it on TV if I stayed here! So why not just go and watch it live?” He laughed at your reply before gently booping your nose, “First one to the shower gets playlist privileges!” Before he was up and racing across the hotel room. You spluttered from your spot on the bed, “That’s hardly fair! I wasn’t ready!” You raced after him, “Drugovich you are such a cheat!” 

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You giggled as Felipe nervously stuttered while introducing you to some of the drivers you hadn’t met yet. These giggles only got louder as the men you were introduced to gaped like goldfish when they realised who you were. “I won’t lie to you mate, I didn’t even know you could get a girlfriend…” Marcus joked good-naturedly as Felipe rolled his eyes, “You’re just jealous.” “Bro it’s Y/N. Who wouldn’t be?” A voice behind you made you turn round. “Hi Clem,” you smiled at the Frenchman who immediately swooped in to give you a hug, “Hey! Ines told me to tell you she loved the merch you sent!” You clapped your hands excitedly, “Oh good! Yeah the tour merch this time round is definitely my favourite we’ve ever had!” “How long is the tour this time round?” Dennis asked you, “Oh it’s a long one this time, we’re almost doing a world tour…” The conversation faded into the background as Felipe stared at you proudly. You looked immaculate, sporting a cute outfit from your favourite designer brand who’d jumped at the opportunity to dress you for the weekend. The colour was the perfect tone to make your eyes and hair colour pop and the shape and cut had him almost ready to get on his knees and worship your body right there and then. “Felipe?” You gently shook his arm, sensing he’d zoned out. He blinked a few times and inhaled deeply as he realised the two of you were now stood in the paddock outside catering alone “Hmm?” “I should probably go and find a good spot to hide away now, “Why?” “Why what?” “Why hide away?” Felipe grabbed your hand, thumb soothingly tracing shapes across the back of it as you looked down at your intertwined hands for a second before looking up at him. “I don’t want to distract from you. This is your time to shine. I don’t want to take away from your hard work and results.” Felipe smiled back at you, leaning in to quickly press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, making you gasp as you heard camera shutters behind you. “You won’t distract Amor, people will just see that I have the prettiest cheerleader ever.” You rolled your eyes with a giggle, “Fine then” As you headed through the paddock, you took no notice of the cameras or paparazzi shouting your name. You weren’t here as Y/N Y/L/N from your band, instead, you were here as Y/N Y/L/N the girlfriend of Felipe. You smiled to yourself, watching your locked hands swinging gently between the two of you. You made absent-minded conversation as you walked, occasionally stopping to take pictures with fans of him and you. While you had no time for the paparazzi, you always had time for your fans.

———————— “Well you can come again!” One of the engineers yelled to you, making you giggle as you turned back to watch your boyfriend step up onto the podium. “Definitely! Please come again!” Another one pleaded making you giggle as tears welled up in your eyes and you quickly pulled out your phone to snap some pictures of Felipe, uploading one to your instagram story before shrieking and giggling as you felt champagne spray down onto you and the team below as Felipe shared the victory celebrations with everyone. 

Heading towards his personal space you couldn’t help but laugh as he came barrelling through the door, “Princesa!” His hands were cupping your face and his lips were pressed to yours immediately. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face and the two of you took a break from kissing as your smiles got too wide. He gently nuzzled his nose against yours, relishing in the moment before kissing you once more. “We should celebrate! I heard Clem and Marcus saying-“ “No.” You pulled back to look at him. “No?” He nodded, “Your show is tomorrow and you need rest, besides, there’s nothing I’d want more than to celebrate in our hotel room. You, me, room service, Netflix and clean sheets. “But-“ “No buts! Butts are for sitting!” He said winking as he mimicked what you said whenever he tried to argue with you, you sighed, shaking your head with a smile, “I just feel bad… You should be out celebrating with your friends, your team…” He moved closer once more, holding your face as he kissed your forehead, “Don’t feel bad bebê, I want to do this. Besides, I need to get my rest if I’m gonna perform every single routine in the audience tomorrow.” Your head tipped back with a laugh, knowing he wasn’t joking about his commitment to the dance routines. “If you’re sure…” “I’m sure” 

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“Buenes noches Barcelona!” You waved to the audience with a smile as you rose up in the middle of the stage from a platform underneath for your solo section. “Are you having a good time so far?” 

You arranged yourself on the stool the stagehands had placed at the front and adjusted the mic on the stand before starting to strum your guitar softly, checking the tuning. “So this next song is actually a cover,” you waited for the screams to die down a little before continuing, “as you guys know, I have my amazing boyfriend here tonight! So this song is one I’m dedicating to him. Our relationship hasn’t always been easy but he’s always there for me and from the day we met this song is exactly how he’s made me feel. I’m so thankful and lucky to have him and I hope he feels that through this song.” Your gaze traveled to the box where Felipe sat with some friends, you couldn’t see him but you knew he was smiling at you. Beginning to strum the introduction to the song, you could see your fans getting out their phones and turning on their flashlights as they realised it was a slower song. You smiled and closed your eyes as you started singing, “Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is ‘La vie en rose’

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see ‘La vie en rose’

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

‘La vie en rose’”

It wouldn’t be until later on when you had finished the show that you checked your phone and saw a post notification from Felipe, a picture of you on stage, eyes closed and a blissful smile on your face as you sang the song dedicated to him with the caption, “You have my heart and soul Amor” And if you also got tagged in a video by multiple people that a fan had taken of Felipe crying during your solo… Well… You were definitely saving that one to your camera roll for the wedding speech… 

#mimi.writes #felipe drugovich #f1 x reader #f2 x reader #formula one x reader #formula one fanfiction #formula 2 imagine #felipe drugovich x reader #felipe drugovich imagine #f2

[mysweetgeo]

“This reminded me of you.” with george harrison please? if possible 65/56 era, shaggy haired geo supremacy 😫

i’m thinking reader is single on v day and so is george, so they both plan to surprise each other with gifts (mutual pining slay) but accidentally bump into each other while buying said gifts at a shop.

or literally just write any cutesy fluff i absolutely adore your writing😭

Picture Perfect

Request: I'm thinking reader is single on V Day and so is George, so they both plan to surprise each other with gifts (mutual pining slay) but accidentally bump into each other while buying said gifts at a shop.

Prompts: "This reminded me of you."

Pairings: George Harrison x F!Reader

(SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY !! I’d written 99% of this prior to V Day and fucked off to England the weekend after and forgot about it entirely 😭)

You and George had known each other for a few years, you’d initially met entirely by accident on the set of one of their photoshoots back in ’63. You’d been a photography assistant and had been asked to do a mundane task and had wound up spilling coffee all over George while retrieving coffee for the group. 

While George had found the situation hysterical, your boss had found it quite the opposite and fired you on the spot. 

This had led to you and George becoming great friends and you had made it a point to visit with him at every chance you got. 

You couldn’t help but feel something more than just a friendly adoration for the man, and what you had thought was just a platonic attraction had bloomed into something much more. 

It was hard to watch girlfriends come and go, but you stuck with him through all his heartbreaks. Always providing booze and jelly babies—which you knew he adored. 

With Valentine’s Day coming up, and George’s most recent girlfriend having just broke up with him last month, you decided a surprise gift would be an ideal way to help cheer him up. 

You’d stepped into the candy shoppe which was filled to the brim with Valentine’s Day paraphernalia. So much so that it nearly made you gag. 

You looked through the candy, grabbing several packages of jelly babies artificially colored with red and pink hues. You’d also grabbed a few packages of digestive biscuits to stuff in there as well. 

You were looking through the card section of the store when you heard a very familiar voice call your name. 

“George? What’re you doing here?” You asked, clearly taken off guard. 

“I reckon I should ask ye the same,” he said with a gentle smile. “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, playing with a card in your hands, “Getting a gift for someone.”

George leaned an arm on the shelf to give himself a cool persona, “And who’s the lucky fellow?”

Your face tinged pink and you looked down at your feet, “Someone,” you managed to whisper. 

He laughed softly, “Do I know him?”

You flitted your eyes to see George’s amused face, “You could say that.”

“Well, any man who likes jelly babies and digestives is good in my book. How long have youse been seein’ each other?”

“We aren’t seeing each other, I’m just buying these for a friend,” you answered. “You never answered my question—why are you here?”

It was George’s turn to blush, “Well, y’see, I have this girl I know, right. And she’s a real good friend to me and I think I might like her, y’know. So I’ve just gone and gotten her a present that she’ll hopefully like and I needed a card to go along with the present. Somethin’ romantic-like.”

“Ahhh, so who’s the lucky lady this time ‘round?” You asked softly. 

George’s face turned even more red and he scratched at the back of his head. His hair had gotten much longer since you’d known him and his natural curls left his ends just above his shoulders. 

“Well—it’s erm, it’s complicated, y’know,” he huffed a laugh, “'cos I’ve known her for a few years now but I haven’t known how to say what I feel for her, y’know?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, “I know exactly what you mean.”

George’s eyes narrowed on yours, “You do?”

You nodded, “I do, I really do.” You stopped yourself for a moment, did you really want to tell George how you felt in the middle of a convenience store?

“George I—“ You began but were cut off by him. 

“I think I love you,” George blurted. 

You heard something fall to the floor, not realizing it had been all of the gifts for George you were holding on to.

“George, I love you too,” You closed the distance and hesitantly touched his arm. 

“Oh thank God, I thought you were talking about someone else,” George laughed as he looked down at you. 

“Who else do you know that has an unrealistic obsession for jelly babies and chocolate digestives?” You said with a laugh.

“Thought you might’ve cloned me without my approval.”

You shook your head before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, which were just as soft and full as you had imagined. 

When you pulled away for a breath, George’s eyes were still closed and his face mirrored your own—pure bliss.

“So what’d you get me?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Well I was walkin’ past this shop in the city centre right, and they had a couple real nice cameras. And I saw this *real* nice one and I dunno, it just y’know,” He paused and pulled a box from the small gift bag in his hand. “This reminded me of you. You said you’d need a new camera soon so I thought I’d help. I hope you like it.”

You could only bring your hands up to cover your mouth in reaction. “George—Oh my God,” You reached a hand out to take the box from his hand, “this is too much, this must’ve been so expensive. Look at you, you’ve gotten me a new camera and all I’ve gotten you is a card and some candy—I can’t accept this, its too much—“

Your ramblings were interrupted by George pressing his lips to yours once again. 

When you pulled away for a second time, George was grinning, “You’ll accept it and I’m sure we can work something out as repayment if you really think it’s necessary—which is completely unnecessary in my opinion.”

Your hand was wrapped around his bicep for stability, “You’re too much you know that?” You asked.

“Obviously, must be why I’m the ‘Quiet Beatle,’” he said with laugh. 

After scooping up the items you’d dropped, you made quick work of paying for them and heading off with George for some more impromptu lip-locking and candy eating.

And if a few photos were snapped of him eating said candy, well they were in good fun and great quality. 

#george harrison #george harrison fic #the beatles #1965 #1966 #george harrison x reader #female reader #george #beatles

[toomuchracket]

tmr ask box is my dream journal time (sorry not sorry)

last night dreamt i had matty’s baby (the real dream). i was asleep after doing all the hard work, matty was in a recliner in the room doing skin to skin with our little girl which was swoon worthy. denise showed up for a nana visit so matty hands over our little one and they start talking about how lucky matty was and how much they love me and how much better i made their lives, also how denise would disown him and take me if we ever broke up.

somewhere deep in the dad!matty tag there's a blurb about him doing skin to skin and it actually makes me insane to think about - just this tiny little baba with her little fluffy head resting on his chest tat :(( and he's looking between her and you just so overwhelmed with love for his girls!! and i think denise would refer to you and baba as her girls too; she peeks round the door tentatively like "are my girls sleeping?", and matty's like "yeah, mum, but come in! meet your granddaughter". she'd give her baby as tight a hug as possible, considering he's still holding his baby (😭😭), and look over his shoulder as he introduces baba to her nana, before letting denise sit down and have her first nana cuddle while he perches on the side of your bed to stroke your hair. she's like "oh, she's perfect. looks so like her mum", and matty looks at sleeping you lovingly like "well, she's perfect too, so it makes sense"; denise smiles at you, then at matty, and says "i'm so happy you have her, matthew, you're very lucky", and matty's like "i know. she just makes everything... better. i love her so much, and our baby". denise sniffles a bit at that like "i love her so much too. i doubt she'll ever leave you, because she's just as in love with you as you are with her, but know that if she does i'm going with her instead of you. sorry, son. but it's true", and matty laughs loudly (then winces, because both you and baby stir slightly) and says "don't blame you, honestly. i'd put her over myself any day. both of my girls, actually - never loved anything like i love them" <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty #literal d word #birthday baby

[tetsuchan02]

A Rindo X FEM! Reader

Now that tenjiku is back together causing havoc they have been having the time of their lives(well some more than other 😒). But what happens when they all end up in an ally way only to see something they never expected.

This includes: izana,Kakucho,ran,RINDO,shion,mucho,mochi,sanzu,Kisaki,koko and Hanma

As they’re all walking down the ally to avoid the police they hear a voice not to far away from them. Curiosity getting the best of most of them they want to know what’s happening.

‘Omg are we going to witness a murder!!’shion being the first to speak up.

‘If we are I will tell the dude that he can kill you next’ mochi deadpan clearly annoyed by shion already. Making the other snicker.

As they get closer to the scene they see a girl and a very pretty one at that surrounded by a group of men but she seems Unphased.

‘Who’s the babe they got over there’Ran pipes up.

‘Should we help her’ kakucho questions looking over at izana.

‘Um.’ was all he got before they see the chick round house kick a guy punching the other taking them all on doing a fabulous job at it. leaving all of them standing there shocked.

‘Wow a girl who’s pretty and can fight outta the way bitches I’m having her.’hanma says pushing ran and mucho out they way.

‘Fuck off hanma I’m the ladies man here’ ran shouts with mucho scowling at him.

‘Really all you do is sleep stfu’he laughs back.

‘What u talking bout she obviously hasn’t spent a day with the shion madarame.’

‘Lucky her she dodge a bullet there’ mochi fires.

‘FUCK OFF MOCHI’ shion spits back.

And that’s how the gang start fighting with kakucho izana and sanzu holding ran and mucho back from trying to kill hanma and kisaki trying to tell hanma that theirs no point in fighting them. While koko is watching mochi and shion fight while saying more stuff to infuriate them more.

Rindo’s the one who makes his way to you to get away from everyone with a smile on his face.

’N\n!’ he calls making everyone stop what they’re doing and turn to him.

‘Rindo!’ You shout in excitement running towards him. Eventually making your way into his arms hugging him returning the smile.

Everyone staring at him.

‘RINDO HAITANI YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!’ran shouts at the top of his lungs making you jump slightly clinging to rindo a bit more.

Ran makes his way towards you both with everyone else following him.with pretty pissed off faces.

‘You know her.’ Hanma says coldly.

‘Yes’ rindo replies bluntly.

‘What,why,when,where and how!’ Ran shouts.

‘Well it’s very simple he’s my boyfriend’ you say sweetly.

‘WHAT!’They all shout.

‘Ran did you know about this’ kakucho shout.

‘NO i feel so betrayed by my own brother😭’ ran cries to mucho. Who just rolls his eyes.

‘Wow you know when you told me about your brother being ran haitani I expected more’ you state.

‘I know he’s really just a big baby’ rindo replies

You both giggle

‘And she’s horrible like him 😭😭’ ran cries louder

‘Ran for the love of god’ mucho sighs.

‘Well I think we should get going’ you say to Rindo.

‘I will take you home’. He leans down to kiss you while flipping the other off.

Walking away from the gang back to his motorbike.

‘When I get home I’m gonna kill him’ ran says calming down.

‘I think we all will’ hanma says.

Kakucho and koko looking at each other while rolling their eyes starting to walk away from the group.

Sorry if this is bad it’s my first time writing something

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev fluff #tenjiku #rindou hcs #rindo x reader #rindo haitani #ran haitani #izana kurokawa #tokrev kakucho #yasuhiro muto #sanzu haruchiyo #ryoji mochizuki #kokonoi hajime #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta #pretty boi #shion madarame

[evangelinesbible]

this is for your funky ass ask game🙄😒 i couldn’t choose between the two so i decided to give you both (im extra). princess eva reminds me of daffy duck from looney tunes and clover from totally spies.

daffy is the epitome of a drama queen lmao, he has an air around him that screams high maintenance and i want it that way (virgo aka 🫵🏾). he’s witty and arrogant (in your case it’s confident), but at the same time you can’t help but love him. he’s also the face of the show let’s bfr and draws in attention just as easily. loves his friends like they’re married but treats them like they’re divorced (us🤭). daffy is also all about his money too (music for you), he’s intent on earning or owning smth on his terms and doesn’t let much get in the way of it.

clover clover clover lmao. she’s gorgeous and she knows it, but has the habit of doubting herself behind closed doors once it’s all said and done. she’s fun and quick to defend her friends, but not afraid to tell them off either (or challenge their opinions). because sam and alex are the “libras” of the group, clover brings in the balance by being the “aries”. clover hyper-fixates on the things she loves—music, fashion, boysss (winnie hacker for you lmao) but it’s because she knows them best. also the secret jokester of the group but only her friends see this side frfr, strangers wouldn’t understand because she’s not joking with them😀.

big6

sagittarius asc at 22° | 10h libra sun at 22°

7h cancer moon at 2° | 10h libra mercury at 16°

10h scorpio venus at 8° | 2h pisces mars at 2°

Plssss Winnie hacker?! 😭✋

I love the characters you chose for me lmao daffy is a drama queen that’s so true 😭

Ok if didn’t know you and someone just told me your placements and nothing else I’d go-

You’re ASC is conjunct my Pluto exactly(no wonder you’re obsessed with me🥱) but I digress I love Sagittarius rising’s, they’re fun, wise, and since they land in my 4H I see them as family/safe people. I used to be very indifferent on Libras but they kinda growing on me a lil 🤭. Libras are typically very sweet and understanding people, which you are. Your sun is in my 2H which gives a sense of protection for each other and a dynamic that feels grounded. A 10H sun and mercury gives me someone who’s well rounded in how they present themselves and how they speak to others. Especially since yours in in Libra you are a peacemaker and a civil person (when your not being rank booty). Now I do love me some Scorpio placements so you get a pass there I guess 🙄. Especially since it’s opposite mine and that’s an opposites attract type of vibe. The only things in your chart that make me go 😬 is your cancer moon and Pisces mars. Now I’ll give your cry baby moon a pass since it’s in my 11H and that’s great for friendships. But that’s Mars? Nahhhhhh bruh you gots to go 🚶🏽‍♀️you lucky yours conjuncts my Uranus and not my sun cuz I feel like if yours was conjunct my sun I wouldn’t be able to stand you 😭 (I’ve had that synastry before and oml I wanted to kill that hoe)

Overall vibe, yous a real one shawty🗣️🗣️🗣️ it’s still on sight when I see you tho…

[kingsbride-moved]

Traumerei

Summary: Theseus, former king of Athens, and Asterius, the bull of Minos, decide to make an afterlife-changing decision.

(or: a thesedia proposal fic)

Notes: This is a little headcanon heavy, so I’ll try to add notes about them at the end :~) also features some OCs I haven't drawn yet so imagine them however you'd like for now

I call this a “thesedia proposal fic” (because it is) but it also has a lot of other things. Like Theseus attending a lesbian wedding and Asterius having a sweet tooth. I’ll be writing one for Asterius too at a later date, since there’s no way I’d have both done in time for Vday 😭

~ 3821 words (sorry </3)

Warnings: some small scenes with alcohol, occasional suggestive / sexual humour, brief discussion of like misogynistic ancient greek traditions

🎵: Girlfriend (Acoustic Arrange) | Fullkawa Honpo ft. Riza

The constellations returned from the heavens to bathe within the waters of the Okeanos, and Ixion’s wheel soon joined them within the waters; it was nightfall within Elysium.

The pathway of Elysium’s main market center was lined with torches aflame, shining brightly within the darkness. A group of shades gathered near, dressed in their finest robes. Theseus himself was no exception, though he tried to keep his looks simple to avoid drawing too much attention. This event was not about himself, after all.

Soon a chariot appeared. Within it stood an Amazon from the distant land of Lydia, her muscular arms scarred from many difficult battles; Antiope, sister of Hippolyta, whom Theseus had befriended long ago . Besides her a shorter, meeker maiden wearing a veil; Anaxo, Theseus’ own childhood friend.

The couple stepped off the chariot, and towards the altar that had been prepared for them. Their eyes sparkled as they looked at one another, Antiope cupping Anaxo’s face within her palms.

“Traditional wedding vows don’t really work for a couple like us…” Anaxo eventually said, “So we both decided to create our own. My Antiope… I never expected to find love here, within the afterlife. You’ve shown me a number of new experiences, and I cherish every single one of them. ”

“Anaxo… You’re the most gorgeous fucking woman in the world” (a few chuckles arose from the crowd; Antiope was always very sincere… and very blunt) “ I feel extremely lucky we had a chance to meet, even if it had to be here in Elysium of all places. I wouldn’t trade it for the world!”

The two kissed to a round of cheers from their friends and family, and soon they all gathered elsewhere in order to share food, drink, and gifts for the brides.

"Theseus!! I'm so glad you could make it!" Anaxo barreled into Theseus with a hug, nearly knocking him over in the process.

"But of course! I would not miss this for the world." Theseus squeezed her in return, grinning all the while.

"Asterius couldn't come, hmm?"

"He feels uncomfortable at large gatherings such as this, but he did send along a gift! As did I! For you, dear Anaxo, may your days be evermore merry!"

Anaxo was quick to unwrap the gifts she’d been given; a bottle of vintage ambrosia from Theseus, and a miniature replica of Anitope’s signature poleaxe from Asterius.

Anaxo again gave Theseus a tight hug, before running off to show her gifts to her wife. It was then that a tall shadow suddenly loomed over Theseus; he turned, and was immediately met with bright red hair.

“Hippolyta?!” Theseus gawked.

“Theseus,” Hippolyta snorted, “What, did you not think I’d show up at my baby sister’s wedding?”

“Ah, no! Nothing of the sort! In fact, it’s so nice to see both you and your sister doing well! …Last I heard, you had found love with Lady Aegle! Is she here tonight?”

“She is. Last I saw, she was asking some Corinthians about the jewelry they wore. That girl loves some fashion…” Hippolyta sighed with a clear longing. Theseus’ eyes light up, seeing how obvious her affections were.

“I see! And may I ask… has tonight’s event made you think about proposing to Aegle? I’m sure she’d love an opportunity to design a dress—”

“Hey, hey. I’m the one who’s asking the questions here!” Hippolyta ruffled his hair, “Why worry about me an’ Aegle when you haven’t even popped the question to that nymph girl you’re seeing?”

At that, Theseus’ face flushed red. He had asked Dianthus to marry him, but that was so many years ago when they were both young. Nothing had come out of that promise; Theseus had returned to Oenoe far too late. But the idea did linger in his mind every now and again when he spent time with the lady in the present. Would his life be very different if he did manage to wed her back then? Or is their love made richer by the failures of the past?

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Hippolyta nudged him with her elbow, “I bet she’d say yes, if you asked.”

“Mistress Polyta, it is far too early to be thinking of such things!”

“Early?? You started treating that Minotaur like he’s your husband within days of him being within Elysium. Why not be bold with her too?”

Theseus started to squeak in defense, but he could finish his sentence Antiope began to call out to her older sister, holding a bottle of ambrosia in one hand and a massive goblet in the other.

“Haha! Looks like I should be going. Think about what I said, alright?? We’re all already dead, so why not have some fun with it?”

And Theseus did think; here within Elysium, he’d again discovered the Bull of Minos within the depths of the underworld, and with him forged a bond stronger than any steel. Asterius was his friend, his partner, and lover all at once.

Not only that, but he’d been able to rediscover a bond with the maiden of spring, Dianthus, who now worked within Elysium’s own library. To think he would find her again here, after their chance meeting upon the surface! And she was even more gorgeous, more worldly, more ravishing than she was in their shared past.

…Asterius and himself had already promised their bodies and souls to one another. Though he had times where his insecurities gripped him like a vice, he knew within the depths of his heart that Asterius would never leave his side. And he, in turn, would never leave Asterius.

Perhaps, once he returned to their home, he would discuss his thoughts with the bull.

“If that is your decision, then I support it.”

Within their shared home, Theseus had told his bullish lover what was now weighing on his mind. Dear Asterius was always so willing to listen, and yet so shy when it came to sharing his own perspective. Instinctively, Theseus reached upwards. Asterius always had such sweet reactions to having his ear scratched, his oversized head coming to rest in Theseus’ own hand.

“I do not want this to be merely my decision, Asterius! I want to know your thoughts as well! Surely you’ve dwelled on this topic, same as I. I’ve seen the way you stare at her while she tends to her garden. Or how your eyes glimmer like the heavenly stars when she leans down before you and you can peer directly at the very cute mole upon her-”

“King.”

“The point is… I would only do this if it would make you happy as well, my friend!”

Theseus watched as Asterius’ long eyelashes fluttered close. His body language may be unreadable to some, but Theseus knew it well. Here, Asterius was taking his words into consideration, and soon his ears would perk up to indicate he’d reached a conclusion.

When his eyes opened again, he gave his king a sheepish gaze.

“I do not have the same history with The Lady that you do, but she has been nothing but kind to me.” Asterius’ ears gave a slight twitch, then flapped up and down quite adorably; he was embarrassed. “...And she is very beautiful.”

“Then it is settled! Surely you’re aware, my friend, that this means you must talk to her as well!”

“I have no experience in this manner, king…”

“So you think! But you have plenty of experience with me, do you not?!” Theseus climbed into Asterius’ lap, and wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders. It only served to fluster the poor bull further, though these days he was used to how physical Theseus was. “And besides that, I will speak to her first! So by the time you have your chance, dear bull, she will already be akin to a fresh, ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked!”

“...Hmm.”

“What is with that expression?! Ah! You took some dirty meaning from my words, didn’t you, Asterius. Didn’t you!!”

“I did not…” Asterius fussed, even as Theseus kissed his jaw.

Though the bull tried his hardest to deny it, the fact that he refused to meet his king’s gaze was proof enough. And Theseus could not help but to laugh. How rare it was for Asterius to express his desires, even if indirectly. Just another example of what a nymph’s love could do.

Theseus had long ago given Asterius a gift in honour of their union; golden bangles to wear around his horns, created in the shape of the sacred herbs his ancestor Helios used for protection against the sun’s heat. He did not wear this accessory within the arena, concerned he may damage them if he did, but when they two were together within Elysium’s marketplace, or otherwise lounging, Theseus would see them upon his horns and his heart would swell with pride. They would need something equally splendid to give to the lady, then.

Theseus asked the bull, “what type of gift would best suit Dianthus?”

Asterius replied, “You are better at choosing gifts than I.”

Such words made Theseus pout, and soon a parchment and pen was thrust into Asterius’ hands so he may draft out a concept for a ring. Theseus himself did much the same, and once they'd both finished he dragged the bull to one of Elysium’s smaller market places.

There was a shade who set up shop here who’d worked with gemstones during his life. Theseus had made his acquaintance more than once, notably after he’d retrieved Asterius from the depths of the underworld. The shade had wanted to know if the rumours were true, if the Cocytus which flowed through Erebus was truly filled with glimmering diamonds (it was).

“Greetings my good shade!” Despite being the only people there at the moment, Theseus still felt the need to make his presence known.

“King Theseus.” The shade was not yet one of the faceless masses of Elysium, but was a ghostly flicker to his form all the same. “You’ve forgotten my name again, haven’t you.”

“Of course not!” Theseus scoffed. “You are, erm. Ahem.”

“...Antheus,” Asterius supplied.

“Antheus! Yes, of course, I knew that!” Theseus nodded. “Asterius and I are in need of your aid, O Great and Noble Antheus! We seek a gift for a most beauteous and noble lady—”

“The librarian?”

“Um. Yes.” Theseus felt strangely deflated. “How did you know?”

Antheus shrugged. “Rumours travel fast here in Elysium. What exactly did you come here to request, anyways?”

Theseus pulled from his chiton a sheet of parchment, where he’d messily scribbled out a design concept. Asterius did much the same, his paper delicately rolled and tied closed with a pink ribbon. Though he tried to keep his usual cool persona, Antheus’ curiosity was obvious.

“...Theseus, I’m going to have to simplify your… very unique design. Asterius, yours is perfect as is. I’ll send message when I have these ready for you, though it may take awhile. In the meantime, go on and do whatever it is you usually do.”

(The defensive King Theseus was sure to combat the claim that his design was too complicated to complete as is, but Asterius had the sense to grab him by the shoulder and pull him out of the shop before he had a chance to.)

Life continued as usual:

The champions fought within the arena each and every time Zagreus reappeared (they had their first victory in a while; surely a good omen.)

They visited with dear friends and family, and stopped at Elysium’s many shopping booths (Asterius’ younger brother, Glaucus, took them to taste a honey from a distant land. Its richness still had yet to leave Asterius; mind even since; he’d have to go back for more sometime).

They sat with Lady Chloris within the expansive fields of Elysium, where all life around her was kept fresh and green. (Theseus informed her of what he and Asterius intended to ask of her daughter, and her eyes glittered with a joy unlike any Theseus had seen before. Somehow, it put his restless heart at ease).

And most of all, they spent time with Lady Dianthus herself. They would dwell within the expanse of her garden, enjoying the light of Ixion, or travel together through some unexplored glade of the underworld where mysteries awaited them.

And sometimes they would watch her as she worked within her kitchen, bustling to and fro and roughly chopping up various fruits.

As a special reward for her champion’s recent victory, she crafted a cake for them all to enjoy together.

(Though Dianthus loved to cook, her skill with decorating was lacking. It was Asterius, who was always so precise in his movements, who decorated instead. Theseus gave unhelpful recommendations all the while, suggesting things such as “elaborate gold leafing” and “imported fruits from lands unheard of.”)

Soon they were enjoying their bounty together, waiting as the light in Elysium’s sky dimmed. And what joy it was, to be together in this way, to feel the love that surrounded their every word or touch, even when Dianthus fussed at Asterius for taking another slice of cake (“You’ll make yourself sick!”), or when she and Asterius laughed when Theseus, ever clumsy, nearly tripped over himself while attempting to make some dramatic gesture.

And hearing the lady’s sweet laugh, he and Asterius gave one another knowing looks. A day would come where they’d be doing this all over again with the lady as their cherished bride. And how exciting the very idea was, to be able to love her in the way that she deserved!

A day came where Antheus called the king and the bull back to the shop. Theseus felt so nervous he was nearly paralyzed, but his anxiety melted away when Asterius gave his shoulder a firm squeeze. He wasn’t doing this alone.

The design for Theseus’ ring had been simplified from his original concept (though, now that he thought about it, it may have been inconvenient for the lady to have a massive diamond on her hand as she worked), but it was still gorgeous. A ring made to resemble a laurel, connected by flowering vines to a bracelet of gold leaf and morganite (it was her favourite gemstone). Asterius had opted for a simpler design, a budding rose with a ruby, the same colour as the horn paint he wore, pressed into the center.

“Thank you, Antheus. Your work is beautiful, as always.” Asterius seemed hesitant to hold the ring for longer than necessary, as if it would somehow be damaged in his large hands.

Theseus beamed, and hugged one of Asterius’ strong arms in excitement. “Truly, my good shade, this is your best work yet! I shall be sure to reward you handsomely!!”

“Just tell me how it goes with that nymph and we can call it even.”

“...Really?”

“No.” Antheus held out a hand. “Pay me money.”

“Ah. Yes. Of course.”

Theseus entered Elysium’s library (banishment be damned), and asked Dianthus if she would like to spend some time with him this day or night.

“Of course, Theseus. …But you really should leave before anyone spots you here!”

And yet, despite her words, the lady was more than willing to sneak away once she was alone. The library would survive without her, after all. Here in Elysium there was no need for her schedule to be set in stone as it may be upon the surface.

Theseus took her hand within his own, and led the way.

As if Elysium itself sensed his intentions, a gate opened up to somewhere they could be alone together. A small garden with a marble fountain bubbling with a rush of water, and several small waterfowl resting upon its gentle ripples. Dianthus sat at the fountain's edge, smoothing her skirt as she did so. Theseus sat beside her.

“My lady, I…” Theseus found himself growing nervous again. Why was this so difficult, when he’d done it many times before? What made Lady Dianthus so… different?

As he continued to be paralyzed, unable to speak, the nymph eyed him curiously. It was clear to him that she was beginning to grow concerned, which only made Theseus desperate for his usual ability to speak to return to him.

“Theseus, are you—”

“HOW. Um. H- how do you feel about marriage, Lady Dianthus?!” It was not the question he meant to ask, but he supposed it was an important one all the same. She’d spoken of it before, but never in deep terms.

He imagined she would be alarmed by his sudden question (and she was, if her expression was anything to go off of), but she soon calmed, her eyes twinkling with a smile.

"Hmm.. it's not something I've thought about for a very long time, I admit. When I was a young girl I used to dream of it. Myself, two small children, a strong and loving husband… I would never be able to picture my husband's face, though. I don't know why."

"I was proposed to in the past,” she continued, “By someone other than you, I mean, before I left Oenoe. A nobleman came from Marathon and asked my father for my hand. I was already well past marrying age, being nearly 25. It didn't take long at all for his proposal to be accepted, as I'm sure you can imagine. But I had no desire to marry him!"

Theseus nodded. "You abandoned Oenoe to avoid this union, and were thus taken in by the retinue of Dionysus!" Dianthus had told him this story before, of her time amongst the maenads. It was difficult to imagine the lady who stood before him now wearing a skin of leopard's fur and wildly thrashing about amongst satyrs and drunken spirits, but even Theseus himself had such a phase at one point. Abandoning Athens to go enjoy the splendors of Lydia's Amazons felt so childish now.

"Mhm. And that was an interesting part of my life, I admit. And now, well… it is not as if the idea of marriage has never crossed my mind. But it’s not something I ever see happening to me here within Elysium… I’ve never given it much thought.”

“My lady, I mean no offense- but that is absurd! Any shade would be fortunate to have you! A nymph who is gentle, bright, caring, and beautiful as well!”

It was with a sense of urgency that he took her hands within his own, squeezing them tightly. How he wished he would tell her the intensity of his desires! And yet, despite how his heart swelled with love, his nerves kept him from saying what he truly meant. But he would find a way- for his Lady Dianthus, he would be brave as he is within the arena.

“Erm… what I mean to say is… to have the opportunity to love you, and to do so in the way you deserve! It would be an honour. It is for this reason that I… that is, I would like to…”

It was rare for Theseus to become this quiet; usually such silence was reserved for times where Theseus felt either immense dread or immense contentment. This expression that was on his face now was not one Dianthus recognized of him; was it fear, or something else entirely?

“This is… hardly the proper way to go about this. But you, my lady, are hardly proper at all! I, um, mean that as a compliment. In fact, your improperness is why I feel able to do this, despite how much my head swims because of it!”

Theseus stood, then resettled in front of Dianthus. Her hand reached to smooth back an errant strand of blonde hair, and Theseus nearly shivered. He would not be a coward in the face of love, not when his lady had done so much for him up until this point.

“I often think of the great misfortune it was, that I could not make good on my promise to you while we were still alive. To find that kind of connection once by chance! And then even here in Elysium, to still feel it so intensely! And this time, I… I shall not allow such an opportunity to slip through my fingers! What I wanted to ask you, My Lady Dianthus is this… will you do me the great honour of becoming my bride?!”

“H-huh?! I— I mean— Oh, dear, I’m sorry, I just— I didn’t think that you’d— I mean… shouldn’t you be asking my father this, and not me?”

“Bah! Who cares what he thinks?! And besides, it is the bold, opinionated, and independent Lady Dianthus whom I desire!”

“Oh. Oh!”

Dianthus nearly melted off her spot on the fountain’s edge, joining Theseus in Elysium’s soft grass. Soon, she felt Theseus pulling her close, and found her chin resting within the crook of his shoulder. Despite his words of confidence, she could feel his hands trembling from where they rested against her body.

“It is only if you’ll have me, my lady. I… I would understand if my history makes you wary, it is true that I have been careless in the past. But I see now that my dedication to you has never once wavered, even while we were apart for those many long years. My love for you, for Asterius, for the joys Elysium has given me… it is what fills me with strength.”

Dianthus’ arms rose against him, clutching at the back of Theseus’ chiton. His shivering soon stopped as she held him secure in her soft arms.

“And you would truly take this stubborn old girl as your bride?” she whispered, soft as silk.

“Nothing would make me happier!”

“In that case… I accept.”

Dianthus didn’t think it would be possible for Theseus to hold her any tighter, and yet, as always, he found a way. His nose buried against the cockle shell of her ear, he kissed her first there, then her forehead, her cheek, before finally making his way to her lips, desperate and needy for her love, as always. When they both pulled away, he held her cheek against his hand, her gaze soft at him.

“It really is untraditional, you know. To ask a bride instead of her father.” she hummed.

“To hell with tradition!” Theseus grumbled in response, “And besides that, what fool would be opposed to his daughter being wed to a king?!”

“Former king.”

Theseus pouted in faux offense, even as Dianthus leaned forward to kiss him again. Even if Theseus was, by all technicality, no longer Athens’ king… he would still think of his lady as his lovely queen. And he would do right by her; despite the mistakes he may have made in the past, with Dianthus, he felt able to grow, and to move on. To be joyful for their future together.

A/N: The Okeanos is the star river which encircles the earth in Greek mythology. During the day, the constellations wade within the river, before their mist scatters to the sky at night. The Okeanos flows thru the underworld as well; I like to think that when the constellations are resting, it makes the underworld dark, and whenever they fly to the surface the underworld is light. Ixion is ah… a guy who got strapped to a flaming well as punishment for hitting on the goddess Hera. In addition to the thing with the constellations, his wheel dips into the Okeanos during Elysium’s “nights”

Hippolyta is Theseus first wife, an Amazon from Lydia, which is modern day Turkey

The cocytus is an underworld river. While the styx is the main river, there are several smaller ones which connect to it; the phlegethon in asphodel, the lethe in elysium, and the cocytus in erebus. Meanwhile the acheron connects the styx to the surface.

Also for clarity it was the father of the bride who gets asked about marriage and not the bride herself, thus Dia bringing it up </3

#[ sing o muse! the story of... ] #👑🌺🐂 | love in idleness #👑🌺 | the king's flower #selfship fic #PLEASE let me post this please please please let me post 💔💔💔💔💔

[nervousglitterdelusion]

SNM 5-Show Speedrun

Well, like many of us in the community, my "last ever" visit in December 2023 turned out to just be the start of my journey with this show. With the perpetual extensions and the announcement of the Remixed show, I hauled my ass across the continent for another round of mischief. This time around I had some dear friends from the Discord community waiting for me.

Show #1 (Sunday matinee)

Miguel completely charmed me with his pre-elevator speech! I don't know him very well but I absolutely loved his energy and his hair was styled so beautifully.

Loop 1: Malcolm (Tim Creavin):

This was a truly magnificent way to start off my visit - Tim C's Malcolm is dearly beloved by my Discord bestie and we were so hoping we'd have some luck with looping him together on the 3 shows we had together that week. To see him dancing with Gabe's Boy Witch in the ballroom filled me with gleeful agitation. The Hotel was already providing <3. Tim's Malcolm went absolutely ham thrashing on the stairs after being hexed by Boy Witch; I knew we were really in for a treat with this poor fellow. Up in the Detective Agency, I was unbelievably lucky to get pulled for Malcolm's 1:1 - again, what a way to start off my return to the hotel 😭😭. I had mistakenly thought the 1:1 happened in the darkroom so I was thrilled to get dragged along to a completely new space. I feel like when you get a 1:1 for the first time everything is a blur, so I won't do the sequence a disservice by trying to list everything that happened 😅. What I do remember is the amount of times I supported this poor man's body in my arms as he thrashed and coughed and choked... Malc bb we have GOT to keep it together if we're gonna solve this case 😭. I'm glad I had gotten intel about Tim C's enthusiasm with the forearm to the throat moment because I could practically feel the anatomy of my windpipe against his arm like SIR 😭. I came out of the 1:1 gasping and joined back up with my friend for a wellness check 😅. We're back baby!!!

Tim C continued to thrill through his scenes and he absolutely broke my heart at the banquet finale - he really emulated a boyish grief as he nestled himself into Andrew R's Duncan's waist. Back upstairs when Malcolm was sitting at his typewriter, I knew the razor scene was coming. This is not a triggering concept for me and I had seen this scene before without being too distressed, but this time around it hit me really hard. The combination of Tim C's ability as a performer and the moments we had shared earlier in the 1:1 had instilled the most unexpected affection and care for his Malcolm and I found myself moved to tears. I moved away to catch my breath and fortunately my friend was close at hand to make sure I was coping all right. It was inexplicably sweet to finish up that loop with the shaving scene - Tim and Andrew are absolutely perfect together. It felt so right to close the loop with a giggle at Malcom's authentic guffawing when Duncan fell back in surprise during the pivotal moment of the scene.

Loop 2: Fate Witch (Junyla Simons):

After being put through the absolute wringer chasing Malcolm up and down the stairs, my ability to follow Fate was a bit diminished 😅. Junyla was SO flirty and teasing as she hexed Spencer's Banquo. I had never seen the Fulton-Fate morgue scene before and that was a really exciting sequence! I had the best view of the rave yet and Junyla was absolutely mesmerizing as she thrashed under the strobe lights. My jaw dropped when she screamed. Blood curdling is the only way I can describe it and I have so much respect for her putting her voice through that kind of stress for our benefit. Her post-rave dance was such a showstopper - the way Junyla threw herself around with so little inhibition was thrilling. At that point Fate's crowd was feeling unpleasantly full so I had to abandon ship. I'm a bit sad as this meant I've never been able to catch Fate's scene with Speaks but I just couldn't put myself through the jostling and elbowing anymore.

Loop 3: Wandering!

For this trip, I wanted to be able to poke around parts of the set I'd never seen before and catch some of my favourite sequences again. I was able to catch Aliza Danvers and Doug Macduff's door dance from a great angle, much better than the last time I had seen this pas de deux. I jumped back up to the Lobby and caught Gabe Boy Witch's Is That All There Is - I didn't know this was Gabe's last day so it was very lucky that I caught it. Boy and his emotional arc have been a favourite of mine from the beginning, so I was excited to see what Gabe brought to this scene. He was so sweet and demure as he emulated Peggy Lee and ended the number very vulnerably and shyly. Bon voyage Gabe 😭. I poked around Duncan's quarters and was finally able to make sense of where all the rooms were in relation to one another. I enjoyed the moments of quiet leafing through the props and petting the various taxidermy 😅. When I don't really know how to wrap up a show, I usually follow Nurse and Matron to the Macbeth residence to watch them clean up the bathtub and make the bed. It's become a very meditative and blissfully quiet way to end the show. The finale was a showstopper as usual and I couldn't believe my luck when Georgia as Nurse turned from the balcony and gave me the walkout. I learned the next day that this was her last day so that was unbelievably special. We exchanged lots of smiles as we made our way back to the bar and she gave me the sweetest hug.

Show #2 (Sunday evening):

Once in the Manderlay Bar my buddies were buzzing about how Mallory was playing the role of Woman in Bar that night. I had never met Mal and didn't know very much about her, but I could tell she was someone very special! Moments later I met her character, and yeah, the rumours are true y'all. Mal is dripping with charisma! I joke that if these cast members started a cult I'd be one of the first ones in the white outfit shedding my earthly possessions and sitting at their feet - Mal is definitely one of those people who could likely convince me of just about anything.

Loop 1: Lady Macduff (Georgia Usborne):

The Lady Duff... I have made most of my career out of working with pregnant folks so I had been avoiding this character.. However I really couldn't resist her anymore and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw beautiful Georgia on in the ballroom. As I was fresh off her walkout I felt like it was meant to be. As she collapsed into an audience member's arms in the ballroom her hand fell into my lap so I took it and tried to give her some reassurance as she woke. I followed her up to her quarters (not without giving Danvers a withering glare) and magically she took me in for the 1:1. When she opened with the words "you're finally here!" I couldn't help but smile given we'd just had our walkout together hours earlier. Her Lady Duff was so tender as she spoke to me, but her body language betrayed her immense anxiety. Being a reformed church girl I am such a sucker for any religious elements, so her crosses of protection really got me good 😭. I safely tucked the packet of salt into my skirt and away we went. My hatred of Danvers grew exponentially as I watched her toy with my Lady, it was so heartbreaking to watch Danvers humiliate this innocent young mother. I wasn't sure how Lady Duff's murder would affect me so I positioned myself near the back of the audience so I could have an exit strategy. Her fight with Zach's Macbeth was incredibly athletic, but very difficult to watch. Fortunately I was perfectly positioned to see Georgia slam her hand against the wall as Macbeth "killed" her so I could avoid any feelings of overwhelm in that moment. As she awoke she looked so confused and lost. We held eye contact for a moment and then she left.

Loops 2 & 3: Fulton (Spencer William Grossman) & Taxi (Tim Creavin)

I decided not to do a full Lady Duff loop as I had just done a Macduff loop in December and wanted to see as much new content as possible before I had to (possibly?) check out permanently. As I hopped between 2 characters for 2 loops I'm kind of merging all the content I saw into one sequential loop. Between character moments I also got to check out all the remaining rooms and spaces I hadn't yet seen on Gallow Green. I went up to 4th to find Fulton and Spencer was such a treat in this role! I found myself absorbed in all the quirks his character displayed as he focused on his rituals. He was so charming with Agnes but sadly I lost him for a while after he chased after her.

When it came time for Taxi to emerge, my friend was able to come find me as I worried I would miss his entrance. In strides Tim Creavin with the most glorious middle part I have ever seen. This man was SLICK with gel. As many have discussed, Tim C is all chaos all the time. Doug Speaks came into the Taxidermy shop at one point and took one of the candies laid in tribute at the feet of our poor Turkey. Taxi was already eating a candy of his own but was obviously displeased at Speaks taking one for himself, so he both snorted like a pig and obnoxiously open-mouthed chewed his candy in Speaks' direction 😅.

When he went to visit (harass) Fulton, he took what I think was a taxidermied caiman head with him. He made the head "walk" along Fulton's desk towards him, and Fulton very paternally smiled as if to say "what are you doing, please don't". Taxi of course continues the assault and the caiman head starts to make its way over the side of the desk and down towards Fulton's pants 😅. Fulton puts a stop to this, and Taxi was very upset so he grabbed Fulton's dress form on wheels and dragged it stomping back to his office. He tried to put the caiman head onto the neck of the dress form but it didn't stay on, so he found another skull and somehow secured it better. He put his coat onto the dress form and then made "hands" for his creation out of antlers, placing one hand in the chest pocket of the coat. He then took peacock feathers out of a vase and filled the eye holes of the skull with them. Satisfied, he rolled his masterpiece back to Fulton and gestured as if to say "look". Spencer Fulton was the perfect foil to Tim C's Taxi, so demure and indulgent of Taxi's childlike shenanigans 😅. Their dance sequences were absolutely incredible, these were more numbers I hadn't seen before and I was blown away. It's so special to be so up close and personal to such exciting art!

I followed Fulton to the Speakeasy and his dance with Doug Speaks was so unexpectedly flirtatious! I have never looped Speaks so I don't know much about his character past the moments I've seen of him as I've looped other characters, but the way he teased Fulton to check him for witch's marks was really effective. I met up unexpectedly with Tim's Taxi after his first 1:1 pull and a small group of us followed him up to the 5th floor cemetery. Taxi placed whatever he was holding through the gate and then just... lay face down with his neck on the cross bar of the gate. I was like can you breathe?? Very evocative of planking. He finally got up up and started doing the most feral yoga sequence in front of the gate, from extended child's pose to wheel to humping the air to beating the ground, over and over and over and faster each time. VERY unusual to witness 😅.

I found myself sticking with Fulton as he huddled off to the side while the witches passed in preparation for the rave. I followed his crowd to the Rep Bar and most of the White Masks didn't notice Fulton had stopped at the wall opposite the doorway, so I ended up right next to him. Fulton became more and more distressed as the rave gained momentum, alternating between scrabbling along the floor towards the doorway and cowering against the wall. Once the scene hit its peak, Fulton's eyes crossed and rolled back into his head; he turned and "looked" at me each time this happened and it was SO intense and unexpected. On the final "possession" he rose up from the floor and dragged his body up my legs and waist, I was so at a loss for how to help him so I just held him at his back like "ride the wave friend and hopefully this will be over soon" 😅. We eventually left and watched Macbeth and Banquo fight - again, no one seemed to be following Fulton too closely so he and I stood on the raised platform to watch together through the shelf.

We fearfully watched Hecate pass from inside the funeral home before returning to his office . Suddenly he stopped and looked up at me - other than at the rave, Fulton never seemed to acknowledge any of us WMs so this was quite surprising! He took a charm on a red string and held it up to me with a questioning look on his face. I nodded and dipped my head to receive it. He offered me his hand and down we went to the ballroom! The stair crowd was quite pushy and at times we were almost separated and I had to raise our arms to keep his hand in mine. He would look back at me like girl what are you doing 😅. I have never had a walkout where we watched the finale from the ballroom level so I was very excited, but very much trying to match Fulton's religious anxiety. Initially we watched together from the back of the crowd and as Macbeth and Banquo toasted each other, I looked at him with concern and he met my energy perfectly. We found our way to the front and when it came time for the crowd to be moved back, people were NOT having it. Spencer had to turn and face the crowd to really intimidate people into stepping back. We stepped forward together and held each other and I saw Noah Banquo shaking his head as he coiled the rope around its hook - I realized I was in for my first strangling finale! Fulton and I continued to exchange worried looks and when it came for Macbeth to meet his end I clung onto him for dear life. It was so much more intense to see Macbeth's bloody and manic face up close as he fought against his friends. Instead of one long squeeze, Fulton gave me a series of squeezes and it almost felt like he was comforting me instead of trying to intensify the experience. As the lights came up we turned and looked at each other almost as if to say we'd better get out of here before we're next! Off we went to the Manderlay Bar and again Fulton was too sweet. He looked at me questioningly and waited for my nod before slowly removing my mask and giving me a hug, and that was the end of my double day!

Show #3 - Remix!

The energy in the chat for Remix was so electric and the tailgate party was unmatched. We had a friendship bracelet making station, pizza party, dessert trays, and just a wonderful time clowning around. It was so great to put faces to names from the Discord and share in the excitement together. We were handed golden masks before the elevator and we all giggled as the doors opened to Taylor Swift's "Bad Blood" on the 5th floor.

Loop 1: Banquo (Javon "Ja'Moon" Jones)

I planned to start with a single character loop and I ended up choosing Banquo once I made it to the ballroom. I was so caught up in the excitement that I hardly remember any of the song differences but I'm sure other people have made records. To have the ballroom pop off with Felix Jaehn's "Ain't Nobody" was SO energizing and it was way too fun clapping and cheering when Duncan got lifted in 😭. Despite it being the first loop it felt very crowded, the consequences of a building full of professional WMs! I still enjoyed all of Banquo's dances (and boy he has so many of them!) and when it came time for his murder, Smooth Criminal was blasting in the Speakeasy. Macbeth and Banquo punctuated the scene with MJ vocalizations which made it absolutely hilarious. I had a very embarrassing moment where DLP Macduff was trying to get me to move out of his way in the Taxi shop - he rested his hand quite gently on my shoulder and I assumed it was one of my friends saying hi, so I simply placed my hand over top of his and kept walking for a few paces. I turned to see who it was and was met with the most enormous shoulders in a white button down and immediately knew no one from the Discord was rocking that kind of wingspan (no one that I've met anyway). I jumped out of his way and gave him a very apologetic touch on the arm as he passed.

Loop 2: I had hoped to bounce around on the 4th floor to catch different sequences and move away from crowds as necessary, but I obviously don't know the show as well as I thought as I was met with a lot of empty and dark rooms! I did manage to catch Jordan's Boy Witch Pool Table dance but I was quite far back. I was hoping to catch a Malcolm and Agnes dance but it turned into a Malcolm procedural scene as Agnes missed her cue (laugh). I made it to the rave and despite being a few rows deep it was AWESOME. Killing in the Name by Rage and Faint by Linkin Park were so nostalgic for my millennial heart and the bass was REALLY bassing. The crowds dispersed enough for me to enjoy Fate's dance on the bar (to the original score) and I stuck with Hecate for a couple beats just to get a break from the crowds.

Loop 3: I hopped down to the Lobby and got a pretty good view of the prophecy scenes (possibly also to the original score?). At this point Issa had swapped in for Boy and they lip synced to Diamonds are Forever - Boy was so impossibly glam in this moment and we were eating it up. It was so fun to holler and clap for him! I LOVED Will Porter's happy dance to "I Wanna Dance with Somebody", especially since I hadn't seen it since my first visit last November. When it was Boy's turn to dance in the phone booth, Ginuwine's Pony was blasting and Issa COMPLETELY devoured it. I think most of us can agree that Boy is pretty damn enticing but in that moment... It was borderline illegal. Once Boy darted off to the 4th floor I decided to wrap things up in the Macbeth apartment as I was feeling at a bit of a loss at where to go next and knew I would find Nurse and Matron there eventually - I watched Chantelle Lady Beth solo dance to Heart's "Alone" which was awesome. All sequences after that were to the usual score. She bathed Sean Macbeth (another sequence I hadn't seen since my first visit), I watched her suitcase room dance, and then eventually Nurse and Matron came in to tidy up. I followed them down to balcony and then the show was finished!

The afterparty was very fun, to spend more time in the Manderlay Bar and the Lobby was so great. The drinks were flowing and to be honest I'm shocked I found my way home to my hostel intact. I'm so glad the Discord server exists because there's no way any of us could have seen everything in that show, so it's been cool to read other folks' recaps!

Show #4: Wednesday Evening

I was very grateful to have a day off from the show on Tuesday - between the double on Sunday and the marathon event that was Remix my body and mind desperately needed the break. On Wednesday evening NYC was experiencing a pretty juicy thunderstorm so we were let into the hotel at 6:30! That was a first for me.

Loops 1 & 2: Fulton (Javon "Ja'Moon" Jones")

I initially started out with Issa's Boy Witch but I got a bit distracted by Tim J's Porter and lost Issa for a bit. Once I went up to the High Street I found Ja'Moon's Fulton and made a clutch decision to pivot from Boy. I followed him from room to room as he gathered materials, performed rituals, and peered out through windows. This was a very nice and quiet loop, which was a breath of fresh air! He had this beautiful rhythm of securing his hair before each ritual, whether it was taken down in the scene following or it fell down on its own I always seemed to miss it happening!

Towards the end of his narrative loop he put on his coat and secured his tie - a few of us were looking at him in the mirror and he made eye contact with me for the first time. I was so so lucky to have a hand extended to me and Fulton and I went to the mortuary. We initially joined hands in prayer, and then Fulton seemed to be in multiple places at once, first next to me reading my palm with ash, then clambering up the shelves to access various bottles and jars, placing a line of ash down my forehead, and I think at one point he was up on the mortuary table? He spoke to me not in English (I believe Ja'Moon has been known to speak French Creole in their one on ones, as I believe they did in my Boy Witch 1:1 with them last December). He blew a palmful of ash up into the air and the way it danced in the light completely captured my imagination; it was so beautiful! He gifted me a charm of protection that he retrieved from what felt like an impossibly high spot in the room and then stood in the corner holding my mask up at my eye level - I walked into it and he secured it which was SUCH a cool way to receive my mask back! I was guided back to the Funeral Home, the door was slammed, and I was alone with a Black Mask! I was still standing there processing when Doug Speaks bursts through the door and looks at me with the most hysterical expression on his face... So irreverent and almost teasing, like "wow you really thought that little Christian man was all that huh". He turned and spun one of the crosses on the wall around on its nail and then strode out to the High Street. This was such a funny character moment from Doug - in the 5 shows I attended he will have worked every single one and while I'm sad I never got to loop him, I really enjoyed that moment we shared.

When Fulton pelted his window with (salt? Whatever those cubes were) I couldn't help but laugh quietly, it was just so comically ineffective. Ja'Moon's Fulton was beautifully paired with Hailey's Agnes and Ja'Moon played the hopeful lover boy so well. They ate a HUGE mouthful of jelly beans in Paisley Sweets before playing "eenie meenie minie mo" to choose a candy for Agnes, funnily enough he didn't end up choosing the one his finger landed on 😅. As Agnes left and Fulton continued to wander and complete his rituals, we started to gather more and more of a crowd. I was far in the back at this point as I had accidentally bumped the back of Ja'Moon's shoe earlier in the loop and I felt so terrible. By the time it came time to go down to the 3rd floor cemetery it was pretty full and some folks in their excitement started to overtake Fulton on the pathway. He turned and gestured to say "no", got to the end of the path, and threw down their umbrella - naughty WMs don't get the privilege of helping their character!! I finished off my loop with another showstopping Fate/Fulton mortuary dance and off I went to the rave!

Loops 2 & 3: Boy Witch (Issa)

I cannot have a trip to the Hotel without getting a least 1 Boy Witch loop under my belt, so I followed Issa's Boy in the direction of the shower room. Someone pushed past me to be first behind them and as Issa went to close the door, the person tried to fight them to keep it open?? I was so shook and embarrassed on their behalf. When Issa finally wrenched the door closed I decided why not just hang around Taxi's little back office and tail Boy once he's ready to rock again. I got to see Jordan's Taxi come out which was awesome but fae already had a huge crowd and I feared that could be a cursed loop for audience behaviour, even though I was completely charmed by her James at the top of the show. Boy eventually emerged and I poked my head out from Taxi's side room so as to not startle him with my stalker-ish behaviour. I tailed him to the Banquet and positioned myself for a good vantage point for his part in the tableau. Issa completely killed their spotlight dance post-Banquet, making complete use of the space and the light, and it was lovely to not be too crowded in that moment. It was just stunning.

Back up to the Lobby we went and it was eventually time for Boy's lip sync. I have been lucky enough to see 3 different performers' versions of this scene so I was on the edge of my proverbial seat wondering what Issa would bring. Things were going pretty swimmingly until that third verse - Issa brought a level of emotion that was completely unexpected and raw. I have certainly gotten misty eyed in this Hotel but that final verse and the closing had my eyes and nose streaming. Issa hadn't chosen anyone to sit in the "main" chair for the performance so I wasn't sure what was coming next, but after Boy got his tissue from the Porter, he reached over a couple heads to pull me forward and wipe his tears. I had rather long and pointy black nails on and as I was still crying I watched in horror as Issa guided my index finger under his eye and the point of my nail dragged across his lower lid. I deliberately twisted my hand with the second wipe so I couldn't accidentally maim him (I have to assume they could see my nails in their field of vision and knew what they were doing but I was so worried). Fortunately they seemed unharmed and off we trotted to the telephone booth. It goes without saying Issa occupies nearly all of the vertical space in that booth and I just peeked up at them through my tears. I got my whispered message and my kiss and then it was time for the ballroom!

Tim C was on as Malcolm and since my eyes were following Issa I got to enjoy Tim C's character moments as well. His Malcolm is a perfectly Charlie Brown-like, little old me character - whenever someone would cut in and steal his partner, he would give the crowd a little look and a shrug like "well, what can you do?". I just love getting those little unexpected morsels of character moments. Issa flirted and teased and thrashed their way to the Rave and this time I got myself a better viewing point. Junyla absolutely stole the show again with her Fate Witch screams, nothing but pure terror in that moment!

Then it was back to the shower room and since Issa's Boy had not invited us in on the last loop I wanted to follow at a respectful distance and let the scene play out as they wanted it to. The door stayed open and a few of us filed in. Once Boy was done in the shower he pointed very defeatedly at the towel without looking at anyone. Not wanting to hog Boy's attention I didn't make a move, but when no one else did anything for several beats I finally snatched it and thrust it into his hand - terribly self conscious that it wasn't meant for me. The same thing happened with the shirt, he didn't look at any of us but simply pointed at the shirt, and when no one else moved I grabbed it. I couldn't figure out how to hang the hanger back onto the stall and I was terrified someone would slip on it so I shoved it underneath the stall very awkwardly 😅. Issa has impossibly long limbs so it took a bit of maneuvering to get their hands in both sleeves simultaneously and guide the shirt up onto their shoulders. They put their underwear, socks, and knee sleeves on and then sat down. They held out their pants and I made a slow move to take them but they yoinked them out of my grasp and handed them to the person next to me 😅. This blessed individual fumbled back and forth to find the front (in fairness the suspenders make it terribly confusing), Issa stuck their feet up in the air to receive the pants, and the poor WM made a mild attempt at assisting them before panicking and giving up. Boy ROLLED his eyes rudely, shimmied the pants up, and then turned to me and extended his hands for a boost up. I took his hands and he made the most minimal effort to support his own weight. I popped the deepest squat I can to find some power and hauled this tree of a human upright. I'm pretty sure a grunt escaped my lips with the effort. Issa tucked in their shirt (but didn't bother with the buttons), laughed in our faces, and ran off to the ballroom. It was absolutely hysterical.

I had a great vantage point for the hanging, nice and close to enjoy all of Sean Macbeth's emotional reactions as he processed his execution. I left that show on such a high having had so many funny and emotional experiences!

Show #5: Thursday Evening

My final show of my trip 😭. I had felt so completely spoiled by Ja'Moon and Issa the night before that I walked into this show feeling zero sense of urgency or desperation to see anything in particular. It was such a full circle moment to find Tim C and Robyne in the bar. Robyne was a favourite performer of mine in December both as Hecate and Simone in bar and Tim had given me so many wonderful moments as Malcolm and Taxi this visit. We had some lovely chats and then off we popped into the elevator. Who should be playing the role of James but Issa! I'd like to think they remembered me from our loop the day before but what do I know 😅. After the elevator spiel, I found myself on the elusive 6th floor of the hotel 😭😭😭. I found myself in a very dark and unfamiliar hallway. I turned a corner to find Noah waiting for me - Noah is another all-time great in my books. Their interpretation of Banquo, the vulnerability they showed and their dance ability all blew me away back in December. To see Noah standing there was so so special. Embarrassingly I am still somewhat afraid of the dark, so I was quite literally clinging to Noah for dear life when the lights went down. Noah executed everything perfectly and I found myself crying as they spoke about how we would never be able to go back to Manderlay. I didn't know about the flash paper or the costume change, so that completely thrilled me! The wheelchair excursion was absolutely beautiful and everything was just... perfect. The combination of the set, the lighting, the sound design, and Noah's performance... I was floored. Sadly it had to come to a close and I was sent on my way.

Loop 2: Bald Witch (Ruth Howard)

I caught my breath in the stairwell and pivoted to the ballroom where I wanted to catch up with Bald Witch for a first-time loop. I found her as she was about to reset the trees post-Banquet and for a brief moment she and I were alone in a quiet corner of the ballroom. She lovingly caressed my mask and breathed a few lines into my ear. I was immediately hers and knew I was locked in for an incredible loop. Bald had an equally committed friend following (if it was someone in the Discord, you had a lovely vibe!) so I knew I would be sharing her affection that evening. I finally got to see the Bald and Fate grooming/prep session in the tiny parlour off the Lobby - it's so special to pop into a completely new space! It was so intimate and cozy in there. I was starting to get too warm to keep my hair down and tucked my hair up into a clip - Bald caught me doing this in the mirror and gave me a cheeky wink as she was securing her own hair. I was in the pretty ladies club 🥺. Bald v. Ja'Moon's Banquo was wonderful as always, but Banquo had amassed quite a crowd so I didn't have the best vantage point. I was in for a treat with two new sequences post-ballroom: Bald's transformation dance and her fight with Macduff. WOW is Ruth an incredible dancer! Her articulation and use of the space were so so stunning. My heart filled to see Doug Macduff enter the space, like I mentioned earlier he has been such a constant presence for me this week and it was so special to see some more dance content from him. These two were very evenly matched and it was just an excellent sequence.

Rave was awesome as usual, Ruth did choose her loyal follower for the dry-off but I think she knew she also had my heart as she gave me a little tickle under the chin afterwards, as if to say "and I love you too". It takes very little to charm me 😅. I hadn't spent a ton of time in the apothecary or seen Bald's post-rave scene before, so it was all so exciting! After she left I decided to skip the second banquet scene and find something new while I still had time.

Loop 2.75: Matron (Ilana Gilovich)

I found myself drawn up to the 5th floor as I had only spent time there once in a very crowded Nurse loop and then briefly while following Taxi. I walked through the wooded maze to check in on Matron - she wasn't in but I decided to just enjoy the cool air and the spooky vibes. Soon enough Matron came up the maze without anyone following her. I met her halfway and followed behind, then watched her enter her hut and close the door. I was hopeful she might re-open the door and invite me in so I hung around, but eventually she opened the window and chose someone else who had was standing in the right spot (I didn't realize it was the "right spot" at the time 😅). I stayed behind to enjoy the audio being played in the maze and the vibes. Eventually Matron exited the hut and wandered back down the maze. I was mesmerized as she scrawled in chalk on the post - the combination of the pleasant coolness, the low crowds, and the incomparable performance ability of THE Dr Ilana Gilovich was just perfection. As she inverted over and the light hit her from the hut, my imagination was sparked in a whole new way. This was one of those iconic Sleep No More moments that will stay with me for a long time.

Haley as Nurse came along the maze and helped Matron back to her hut. I watched the rocking chair scene and again stayed at the doorway hoping I might be able to meet Matron on my own. I realized after she pulled someone else again that one really had to be by the window in order to catch her eye 😅. So, I decided I would stay for just a little while longer and if it wasn't in the cards for me I would move on. After Matron ushered the WM she chose out of the hut, she closed the door and most of the other guests left the area. I peeked through the cracks in the shingles and was amazed to see Ilana performing all alone in the hut! I could only see little slivers of it which only made it all the more thrilling. Again, something about this moment was so serene and satisfying. I hung around a little while longer, Matron opened the window, and her eyes landed on me 🥺.

As I entered her hut, I feel like I was whipping my head around trying to take everything in. I took my seat at her invitation and she prepared tea for me, asking me wordlessly whether I took cream and sugar. I can honestly say I've never been spoon fed a liquid like that as an adult, so I had to think a bit about the best way to accept it without making a mess 😅. After 3 spoonfuls we settled into the story she had for me. This storytelling experience was one of the most real and raw experiences I've had in the McKittrick. Again, the sound, the lighting, and Ilana's impeccable performance had my eyes widening in fear and watering in despair. I was completely devastated in that moment. Ilana handled me extra gently as she brought the experience to a close and looked at me longingly as I gazed up from the stairs. Once she closed the door, I essentially ran crying through the maze and down the stairs to find my sweet Robyne/Simone in bar. I've always smiled at the PIB line that mentions coming back to the Manderlay Bar if things become too intense - I have had a lot of intense experiences in this Hotel, but nothing quite like my experience with Matron. I just needed to leave the space and catch my breath (and wipe my eyes).

Loop 3: PIB (Robyne Parrish, Karen Marie Richardson, and Tim Creavin) and Duncan (Miguel Anaya)

I grabbed some water and eventually found Robyne and Karen seated in the back of the bar. They were so patient with my sniffling ass and helped me catch my breath. Then, Robyne turned to me asked, "have you seen our special little corner of the bar?". I replied that I hadn't. She asked me "would you like to go see it?". I nodded yes. She took me by the hand to a room I'd never noticed before where Tim C as Theo was waiting for me. The PIB 1:1 has been scripted online already so I won't butcher it here, but Tim showed the greatest tenderness and care to me in that moment. His message mean a lot to me then and there but it has continued to unfurl for me as I've returned home. I returned to Robyne and Karen with fresh tears and they apologized for not really helping in that department 😅. I chatted with them for a few more minutes while I dried my eyes and decided it was time to hop back into the show to say goodbye.

I made my way down to the ballroom where the final tableau was being set. I had the most wonderful "behind the curtain" view I've ever had - I was off to the side where I could see all the hidden details of the cast supporting each other through the finale. A hand to boost another up onto the table, the clipping of a harness, a gentle squeeze on the ankle to signal all was proceeding as it should. I'd never noticed how Boy and Bald slip under the table and I enjoyed seeing Duncan just lay down quietly on the floor 😅. It was a perfect finish as usual, and as I took my eyes off of Macbeth, I turned to see Miguel's Duncan smiling down at me from the stage stairs and reaching out his hand to me. I took it gratefully and made that final climb to the Manderlay Bar while exchanging the sweetest of smiles with Duncan. Tim C as Theo was welcoming us back and he also gave me the loveliest of smiles seeing me hand in hand with Duncan. I held onto that final hug a little tighter and squeezed his hands once more before saying goodbye.

Final Thoughts:

This trip was so much more than I ever thought it could be. I was so warmly welcomed into the fold by everyone in the fandom and it was so beautiful to have friends to chat excitedly with in line and debrief with after in the Bar. While I left the trip exhausted, my soul was also fed in so many ways. Thank you to everyone who I met who made this experience what it was. Love to all of you 💗💗💗.

[necoryn-rising]

All of my banescales from this last clutch were purchased, named, given familiars, and two of them even got lore. I'm so happy 😭 the last several clutches ended up getting exalted because nobody bought them and this round just got so much love. I'm emotional

#flight rising #coryn rambles #I love when people very clearly enjoy the dragons they buy from me #Several of my skydancers got decked out in expensive apparel and lore #The obbys are now being used for breeding projects #This was a very lucky round of babies 😭

[jenomark]

i’m so soft for haechan rn 😭 if you’re still accepting requests lovely and only if ur comfortable; haechan x pregnant reader soft smut where he was super nervous at first to be a dad so young and even have sex while she’s pregnant, but now he’s more assured and confident and is just so in love with the idea of a family even with their age and idol life 🥺

The memory of him standing in the cold, his scarf whipping around, his calm expression hiding the fire that was burning in his chest, all belonged to the past now. When Haechan first found out you were pregnant with his child, he was young and terrified. He didn't say the words out loud, but they were all around you, little windswept whispers about what would happen to his idol life, to him, to the both of you.

You were terrified too. You were young too. But you accepted it earlier than him, holding your hand to your tummy and wondering if your unborn child would have Haechan's kind, mischievous looks, or if they could feel how much you loved them already. Gradually, Haechan came around to the notion of being a father, something he desperately wanted to be the best at. His hand found its way to your tummy too, his soft palm caressing your skin, and his eyes watering as he thought and thought about the future. He felt happy. He felt like this was how life was always supposed to go.

It took him awhile to touch you, to really touch you deep inside where your body needed him the most. Haechan was scared to hurt you, scared that the baby would feel it and know what he was doing to their mother. You told him that he could go slow if he wanted, that he could fill you up with more than his love and attention.

When it finally clicked for Haechan, that he wasn't going to cause you any pain, he was watching you fold baby clothes. For him, a life with you was free of pain. If it was with you and his baby, everything would be alright. He had come from practice and he was sweaty and tired, but seeing you get ready for the baby put everything into perspective. The sight of you glowing and humming a soft tune to yourself was something he wanted to always come home to. No matter how busy his life got, with you was where time would slow, where he could be himself most.

"I love you. You know that, don't you? I love you, love you, love you." Haechan said, pulling you against his body and holding your round bump. "You look so beautiful today."

There was so much he could say, but he would rather show you. He brought you to your bedroom, guiding you carefully down onto the bed. You had been so horny lately, craving his touch in your late pregnancy, that you could hardly rid yourself of the temptation of feeling him, even though it was harder to move around at your size. There was also the matter of not feeling sexy enough, even though Haechan always made you feel like the sexiest person in any room.

"Baby," he whispered." Let me."

He did everything. He removed your pants and underwear. He massaged your feet and calves, smiling with pleasure to himself when he saw how much you were enjoying it. He treated your body like nothing was different, kissing you in places that made you blush. It was just like the sex from when you first started dating, only now the image of your future together was in his mind. He felt the fire in his chest turning to ash, felt the flowers blooming in its wake.

"Do you really think I look beautiful?" you asked, shifting yourself awkwardly. "I feel huge, like there is a mountain between us."

Haechan held your hands, his face between your thighs. With each word, he kissed one of your fingers and both of your thumbs. "You. are. carrying. our. baby., and. you're. perfect. to. me."

Haechan slipped inside of you, going slow, pulling back a little and then pushing in gently. His fingers were on your thighs and not your tummy, just in case you were self-conscious. He looked down at your body, at the way you moved underneath him, and he felt very lucky. He had to kiss you, just simply had to. He leaned down to touch his lips to yours, his body so lightly pressed against yours and his cock thrusting in and out. He kissed your lips and neck, breathing into your ear that he loved you so very much.

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[sikimi]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH plus the fact you write for study group too 😭🙏 i barely see anyone writing for study group, and because of this I'm so grateful i've found your account honestly!! if you're not busy after you finish writing the minhwa smut could you make nsfw and sfw dating headcanons with gamin? :D

HSJDJEJ MY FIRST REQUEST- OFC I'll make it! Thank you for requesting and let's just get right in, shall we?

! ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP TO 18+ !

Dating Gamin headcannons

Sfw ver.

He's REALLY shy at first when you guys got into a relationship together, but then he started to warm up more often

Ofc, he'll hold your hand! He loves the warm of your hands

Please give the man cuddles, He literally lives for them.

Whenever he's stress about studying, He'll have you to relief his stress.

He'll visit your class every often to see if you're studying or not.

Ofc you're in the study group with your boyfriend! So when you two are in the study club together, you both secretly hold hands or sometimes send small glances at each other.

Poor Sehyun, He have to third wheel you both Everytime.

He does use nicknames but only in private.

The nicknames he uses for you is love and honey, Just cute and sweet nicknames

He loves it when you babies him

MANS LIVE FOR YOUR AFFECTION- HE'LL DO ANYTHING.

He'll introduce you to his mom and His mom already likes you when she knows you're the reason why he doesn't stress himself studying.

If you don't know how to fight then Gamin's mom will help you.

If anyone messes with you, They're dead

He's sorta overprotective with you and he's afraid that you'll leave him just like how his dad did.

He loves you more than he loves himself.

He also loves impressing you, it makes him feel all warm and gloomy inside.

Now time for the spicy version.

NFSW UNDERCUT

Gamin would be very gentle, He cares more about your pleasure than his.

However, Just don't piss him off when he's in a bad mood. He may have alot of patience but don't mess with him while he's in a bad mood.

If he's in a bad mood, and you wanted to help, He'll be rough but he'll still care for your pleasure and listens to you.

If he's in a bad mood and you mess with him? He'll gag you and make you choke on his dick. He'll be very rough and won't stop until He's satisfied.

Normally, He could go about 2-3 rounds but if you pissed him, Then it's like 5-6 rounds.

Bby have a sensitive dick, just gentle touches will got him cumming <3

He loves it when you do handjobs for him

Switch energy! Mostly a power bottom because he doesn't have much experience but HELL- He sure knows how to make you feel good.

He doesn't moan much, but he'll groan and grunts next to your ear.

Sometimes if you're lucky enough, he'll fuck you till you're stupid.

Thank you for requesting again! I would love to have more requests, I'm running out of ideas lately :,)

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[domjaehyun]

Oh no 😭 I feel like I have a general boring background look, if that makes sense??? But recently I think I have a really innocent aura (and a baby face to match) so people tend to leave me be. I'm also good at avoiding people 👍 and I also have a great death glare

Which reminds me

We went to this fundraiser concert thing (outdoors!!) And this guy who i swear was in his 30s hit on me. In front of my mom. And the weird part was he asked my height and im still like ????

you’re lucky 😖😖😖 i wouldn’t say i have? a baby face?? idk rly shdjjs but i have like. round features ig and just like an overall pleasant disposition until i’m annoyed 😬😬😬 i tend to get approached when i’m like. kinda stuck somewhere, like waiting in line or sitting comfortably in public bc they can tell i’m probably not gonna just get up and leave like….this is prime real estate im occupying buddy….but yeah tbh even if they’re attractive i’m still like extremely wary and uncomfortable !!!

like “why are you, as a man, saying words?” i rarely get hit on in front of my mom thank goodness my mom exudes very bitchy vibes she does not get approached very often! she does the approaching! also that’s SO weird what did he want to know your height for?????

#answered #sakurasangcl