#Fairie worshipper

[living-dead-doll]

🏞️ This 🌲User 🧚‍♀️ finds 🌳 comfort🧝‍♂️in ⛤ Nature 🗻

#Pagan #nature #Nature worship #fairycore #Fairy goth #Gothcore #Fairy lover #Fae #Fairies #grunge #goth #fairy aesthetic #Fairiecore #Fairie worshipper

[fuckmymunson]

eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.

eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹

💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!

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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.

“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.

But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.

“I lost it” He repeated.

“You lost what?”

“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.

“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.

“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.

Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.

“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.

“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.

“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”

“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”

“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.

Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.

The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.

That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.

That was your Eddie.

Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.

“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

#Anya is writing! ᜊ( ᜊ ´ ˘) ੭ #Anya’s love letters! ۪ 💌 ۫ #Anya dreams of Eddie!(〃＾▽＾〃) #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb #stranger things fic #eddie munson fics

[roseapov]

TWST Self Aware AU

The difference between 'The Player' and 'The Overseer' based on my observations and some Headcannons

Warning: Mentions of obsession, slaying people, stalking, cult themes and delusional worshippers

[TWST Self Aware AU] - [Masterlist]

The Player:

Everyone knows that Twisted Wonderland is just a game and they're the characters in it. They as a self aware AU communicate with you through Yuu, as it is their only form of communication with you (unlike the Overseer). They see you as their 'safe space' and can be/are possessive of you, cause of the comfort that you bring to them (some more than the others). They know you're somewhere out there playing and having your own life, so they really appreciate it when you do decide to play.

You don't have worshippers, just a bunch of students obsessively starved for your affection and attention - trying to harbor it all to themselves (Poor boys, shower them with affection - or not, Choose the safest option).

The Housewardens would be the most clingiest of them all. They have some real problems to overblot in the first place (-Kalim, +Jamil), but your presence seems to calm all their worries, so stay with them a little longer. Just. A. Little. Longer.

They're also not above stalking - when you play there's always someone following Yuu around, and when you're offline those with more magic than the others have the chance to infiltrate through your phone and watch your daily life through the camera as well as hear your voice through the microphone.

Since you communicate through Yuu, there are 2 options I see happening when you're offline:

Yuu is living their normal life without your influence as an npc, where they normally talk to everyone behind the scenes

When you log out, Yuu just disappears, which I think is pretty reasonable. Everyone then knows that you're offline and the only thing they can do is wait for you to log in again.

And of course, our very lonely Future Fae King tries to bring you into their world with his powerful magic, so he won't have to be alone anymore💕 The others also approve of this action, so See you soon!

The Overseer:

The characters there are a bunch of lunatic worshippers that see you as a God/Creator, and The Overseer. You're known there internally and Nations are worshipping you (unlike The Player who is only known by the characters they met). Their level of worship is different in each county, when in some (Briar Valley) you're the highest being to ever exist, while in the others you're seen as a respectable person who watches over them, but not as the deity to offer-everything-you-can to (Sunset Savanna, since they already have a Royal Family that rules for centuries - the irony since Briar Valley also have long ruling Royal Family).

You're a perfect being that soothes them, they're totally obsessed and very possessive of your attention. They have no problems with slaying everyone who's not respecting you enough *ekhem* Briar Valley/Diasomnia. They are elated when they feel your gaze linger on them a little longer than on the others.

They can feel your gaze on them, feel your touches but your silhouette is blurred/transparent for them (thanks to the screen, cause as we all know, the screen can't compare to the real experience), so they don't know your exact look (even tho they're dying to know *ekhem* Pomefiore, cause of their Fairest Queen opinion on you).

The Great Seven also met you (thanks to the Fairy of thorns), their God and Creator. They have made various opinions on your person (all positive, cause don't forget - they're all obsessed delulus), like for example: The Fairest Queen opinion on you is that 'You're the Fairest one of them all', all said while kneeling before your beauty.

Of course our current generation is also dying to meet their creator in all of their glory, so our most powerful and most delusional Diasomnia boys (mostly Malleus and Lilia) are trying to find a way to bring you into their world to worship you endlessly like you rightfully deserve.

You're not really communicating with them through Yuu, as they can see you through the screen of your phone (although blurry). They are always talking to you, always looking at you. All those lines, all for you, towards you, so answer them, look at them or things may get really ugly.

Some of my rambling now:

I know many days ago I posted that my first fic will appear in a few days, but it never did (sorry🙏). My first fic project was very ambitious and in the meantime I caugt a cold which numbed me totally, but it did gave me many ideas for fics in the future🤭. So instead of the fic planned to be my first one, this one will serve the purpose of being the first fic - pretty analysational and rational (I hope).

I'm still working on the fic that was supposed to be the first one, yet i have too little information on the topic to write it (it's also gonna be analysis like), so I'm going to take my sweet time with writing it and hopefully after the october (cause of the october writing challenge), succesfully release it.

I hope this fic came out good and y'all are satisfied with it, I am also open to any criticizm towards my works, so please feel free to tell me where i can improve!

I also apologize for all the mistakes that I could possibly have done here👀

Thank you all again and see you soon!💕

~roseapov

#new writer boost #twisted wonderland #self aware au #self aware twst #twst #twst yuu #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst diasomnia #the player #the overseer #obsession #new writers on tumblr #twisted wonderland self aware #self awareness #self aware #twst pomefiore #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #yandere #twst yandere #twst yandere self aware #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #worshippers #twisted wonderland the overseer #twister wonderland the player #roseapov #twisted wonderland disney

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hello! I’ve been following you for a bit now, and all of your recommendations have been super cool and interesting! If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any recommendations for really long indie ttrpgs? One that could match the length of dnd or CoD books, I mean. The specifics don’t matter as much, I just really like sinking my teeth into long game books like that.

THEME: Long Indie Games

Hello friend! Fear not, I have a multitude of long indie games to recommend for you!

Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine, by Jenna Moran.

Length: 578 pages.

The Chuubo’s Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine RPG is the diceless RPG from Jenna Katerin Moran, author of the well-regarded Nobilis and an important contributor to Eos’ Weapons of the Gods and White Wolf’s Exalted RPG.

Chuubo’s is a special beast. I personally don’t know how one actually plays this game, but the book itself is fascinating to read. It has recognizable parts such as character skills, Health Levels, and XP, but I think I’d want to sit down with a physical copy to be able to properly read it and get a handle on how you play through a story. If you enjoy a challenge, or even just something enchanting and evocative, I’d recommend Chuubo’s.

Part-Time Gods, by Third Eye Games.

Length: 318 pages.

The gods of today are shadows of what the old gods possessed. Their power has been heavily diminished, and many choose to live a regular, mortal life, revealing themselves as gods only when absolutely necessary. The reason for this is twofold. First, fate doesn’t like it when the gods share their secrets with a mortal. Unless they are the god’s worshipper, terrible events and horrific accidents have a way of happening to the people closest to the god. Secondly, divine works attract creatures and monsters called Outsiders, created by the Source (after its capture) to destroy any god they encounter.

This is a game that’s on my TBR shelf - and it might stay there for a while, because this is another pretty lengthy book. I am very grateful for the index at the back of this book, because I think this would be pretty difficult to navigate. Part-Time Gods is set in the modern-day, but the premise behind your god-hood is very unique, so one of the first chapters is dedicated to telling you what exactly it means to be a part-time god, part-time taxpayer. The book also contains small pieces of prose set in the world, meant to give you a flavour of the genre and tone intended by the designer. I’m really interested in the concepts expressed in this game, and I hope I have enough brain space to read it in the future!

We Are All Mad Here, by Shanna Germain.

Length: 226 pages.

Jack climbing the beanstalk. The little mermaid finding her voice. Alice struggling with the madness of a place unruled by the laws of reality. The queen. The child. The woodsman. The knight. When you think about fairy tales, who do you become? Where does your imagination take you?

We Are All Mad Here is a tabletop game about fairytales and mental health, providing you with new options for the Cypher System while also creating a setting about visitors to a magical land called the Heartwood. In the fiction, only those who have had some kind of struggle that affects their mental health are able to travel to this magical land. Germain intends this to be a way to tell a narrative about mental health using allegory and metaphor. The Cypher system itself is pretty complex, and you probably won’t be able to play a game of We Are All Mad Here without the core rulebook, so it might be worth it to take a gander at the Cypher System Rulebook while you’re at it.

Coyote & Crow, by Connor Alexander.

Length: 484 pages.

More than 700 years ago, a massive disaster changed the course of history. The world was plunged into centuries of darkness, but the event also introduced the Adanadi — the Gift — a strange mark that appeared on all life. This mark would have an enduring impact on humanity. Centuries later, the Earth is healing. New, advanced nations have risen. Ancient legends stir.

Coyote & Crow is a pretty extensive and unique game, using pools of d12s pulled from your stats, as well as narrative beats such as character motivation, Gifts and Burdens to help give your character a personality. Because it introduces an alternate history and a drastically different future, the core book as a decent amount of lore to acquaint you with the city of Cahokia and the world that surrounds it.

This game has quite a bit of support out there, with adventures such as Stolen Heart, Laughter Lost & Found, and The Case of the Great Underwater Panther.

Impulse Drive, by Adrian Thoen.

Length: 242 pages.

Play a crew of misfits and scoundrels living a life of danger and adventure as they explore space and try to make their ship a home in a technicolor sea of stars. Fight dangerous organizations, investigate unnerving mysteries, and find trouble in a game that rewards you when your characters face their shortcomings. Grow your characters and ship with new gear and abilities as you discover and create the universe together, as a group.

For a PbtA game, Impulse Drive feels pretty substantial. It provides a quick primer on Powered by the Apocalypse games, and includes advice for the players as well as the GM. This might be because the game includes a lot of details about gear and vehicles, as this is a space game that cares what your party has on hand and what their ship can do. There’s also advice on changing the game, extra moves, and a roll table for mutations! If you’re looking to see how to play out a space adventure in a more narrative-focused system, you might want to check out this game!

The Shrike, by Alice the Candle.

Length: 162 pages.

The Shrike is a game about fantastical voyages aboard a skyship. It's inspired by Avery Alder's The Quiet Year, John Harper's Lady Blackbird, Italo Calvino, Ursula K. Le Guin, and utopian and dystopian fiction. It features four complete adventures (two multiplayer, two for solo play). 

This indie game is on the short side of this list, but it’s definitely long by indie standards. The author has provided 4 different adventures that you can read through, which will likely spark your imagination along the way. Interestingly, the voyages are placed in the first half of the book, while the information about Solo, Co-operative. and Guided Play embody the second half of the book. I’m not sure how I feel about this layout choice, but if you’re mostly looking for a book that you can read, flipping through the voyages might be more interesting to you than the rules of play.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Lancer, by Massif Press. 431 pages.

The Wildsea, by Felix Isaacs. 364 pages.

Exceptionals, by Sahoni. 253 pages.

Gubat Banwa, by makpatatag. 399 pages.

Monster Care Squad, by Sandy Pug Games. 176 pages.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #asks #game recommendations #long games

[eleganthologramcolor]

Spreading my illness of being addicted to magical AUs and also absolute adoration for the relationships written out about characters who aren't pure human 😙

I love every ounce of fantasy creature 141 I can get but I would LOVE to see more of the same but flipped.

Reader who is a vicious fairy tale critter who's trust has to be earned before she allows anyone to come close. Soap finds himself leaving out meat as if he were trying to feed a stray cat, trying to get this thing to warm up to him.

Reader who is a goddess or even a demigod, who maybe only pays attention to worshippers, or maybe they're shy of such a thing, especially when a warrior as famed as Ghost is the one kneeling at their shrine.

A Reader who is only half of a mythical being, being able to shift back and forth between their human form and mythical form fully, unaware of the bewildered stare from Gaz when he catches her crawling out of the water unharmed after disappearing the night before when she was caught in a wave.

A Reader who is part of a feared beast, terrorizing locals and travelers who enter their domain, suddenly challenged by a craftsmen from the village. Price staying up at night researching the beast and finally tracking it down, only to discover its hybrid nature makes them as small as any human, and opts to tame them rather than returning with their head.

Reader who is feared, worshipped, or revered, a reader who is observed with awe and curiosity. A dual power dynamic of a man who is much larger than you, yet you who can be much more dangerous if you feel threatened. Allowing any of 141 to have control only because you don't show your fangs, put away your claws, or lash at him with your tail. An unexpected softness between a warrior and a bloody forest fiend, or the gentle patience of a bard playing an apologetic and sweet melody trying to coax down the skittish and pretty thing that scrambled up the tree when he disturbed their nest.

#for the readers who love monsters but wish THEY were the monster #oh to be adored in the same way an apex predator is admired #to be worshipped from afar and for someone more powerful than me to kneel #cod x reader #141 x reader #fantasy!141 #simon riley x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader

[yandere-daze]

Congrats on 2k followers! Could you please do some general yandere neige headcanons?

Thank you!!!

I´ve actually done some general yandere neige headcanons before but I´ll see if more comes to mind ^^

Kind of went wild in all directions I guess but I hope you like it!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, stalking, delusion

More Yandere! Neige headcanons

Yandere Neige is a worshipper that desperately wants to please his darling. He´s a very hard worker that always tries his best and so there is no doubt that he would do anything he can make his darling like him

In his mind, you are the very definition of a perfect being so it is only right that he puts in the work to one day be on equal terms with you. Sure, one might say that he is in a much more influental position as a famous and well-loved celebrity but Neige himself doesn´t think that that could ever be enough to measure up to you

What good are millions of adoring fans if you don´t look at him the same way he looks at you? He's just so obsessively in love with you and it's pretty obvious to anyone that has eyes

He's always trailing after you like a lost puppy begging for affection and can you really refuse him when he's being so sweet to you? Always sweeping in to help you with something you were struggling with, it's like he has a sixth sense or something!

Neige is actually just stalking you and happened to be watching you through the doorway when he noticed that you were having difficulties with a task. What better way to show you that he's worthy of being with you? Look, he can be useful to you!

He wants to look at you all the time so Neige really feels like he has no other choice than to secretly follow you if you refused his offer to spend some time together

He's so enraptured with the idea of you being in a fairy-tale romance together that he can't handle staying away from you for so long

You say you need some space and free time but Neige can't live without you! So please don't be too mad if you happen to catch him one day, okay? It was all out of love for you!

Loves taking pictures of you when he's stalking you and then prints all of them out when he's in the comforts of his room. He's bought an album where he can safekeep all of your precious shared memories in these photos

Lots of couples have scrapbooks like this and so Neige hopes he can surprise you with what he has already put together when you two finally start dating

"Look y/n, this photo was back when we had our first date in that one café you love so much! You were sitting there at your table, looking so cute as you ate the sweets you ordered! I was sitting a bit far away so I couldn't get a very good angle but the smile on your face almost took my breath away!"

"Sadly you didn't turn to look in my direction even once but that must have been because you felt shy. You probably felt it would be too awkward to walk through the entire café to get to my table that was in the far back, but that's okay! I shot more than enough photos of our romantic coffee date so we will always remember this precious memory "

"There's still plenty more I can show you that you probably won't remember because you couldn't see me but you must have secretly known I was there by the unbreakable bond we share. You kept looking behind you, how cute!"

Neige genuinely doesn't see anything wrong with this and doesn't understand how anyone could see his behavior as creepy, he's way too deep in his delusions by now

This is just what a good boyfriend and future husband should do; making sure that all of your wonderful memories are kept safe for all eternity

Also even before you get together? Neige is already kind of convinced that the two of you are dating and that you're just trying to keep it a secret because you fear the backlash from your classmates for dating a student from RSA and from his fans and he understands, truly!

It's sad that things have to be this way but soon enough you can be true to yourself and finally wrap your arms around him and you can do even more couple-y activities. Maybe this time you can even do them without several meters of distance between the both of you!

I feel like Neige would low-key vague you on his social media? Liek suddenly the day you two meet at the VDC his followers see an influx of posts where he expresses his admiration for an unknown stranger and he just keeps talking about them all the time. How he wonders what they're doing right now and that he hopes he can see them again soon

There are days where he will literally spam his profile about how wonderful and kind you are and how he wishes to hold you and be with you and kiss you and marry you and-

Yeah his management steps in and puts a stop to all that pretty soon because wow okay that's kind of creepy and also don't post that kind of thing on your official social media profile where all of your fans can read it?? And don't post random photos where you can see the shape of an obscured person in the background with something like "they're so cute again <3"??? Like literally stop

Neige literally almost causes a huge scandal and he's just sad that he can't tell the entire world how amazing you are and how much he loves you any more

Guess he'll just have to tell you in person sometime soon

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[dexdia]

Highly considering doing a Seven Deadly Sins rewrite myself bc man there's so much missed potential and honestly a lot of things that don't make sense or haven't been gone over enough-

My biggest gripe being the Goddess race, we barely know anything about them, the archangels were said to be oh-so-strong but 3 of them died not to long after being introduced- And my biggest gripe is that the author definitely pulled that "Bloody Ellie" thing out of his ass during the fight with Demon King Zeldris.

Like man, even the Demon race feels so lacklustre..

Oh! And don't get me started on Chaos!! Especially since its literally the entity that gets put into Arthur who's the main antagonist and villain of the sequel series!!!

Like, I'm pretty sure we don't know about chaos until it's actually revealed,,

Like in my mind, if I was to add/redo things- One of the things I'd do is make the Supreme Deity into a religious figure, being praised as the "Benevolent Goddess" among humans, setting up basically a religion- And maybe this could stem into the magic, such as human believing that the magic they hold was a blessing of the Supreme Deity.

And maybe also set up a clearer hierarchy system among the Goddess and Demon race.

I just want the Goddess race and Supreme Deity herself to play a bigger role cause man I don't really like how she was defeated within like the final 20 minutes of that one film.

Because I think it'd be so interesting to have humans actively worshiping the Goddess race, specifically dedicated to the Supreme Deity and the archangels.

Also, I'd have Chaos introduced a lot earlier- who knows, maybe I could throw in like a group that are worshippers of Chaos.

Tbh I'm just spit balling but it's mostly bc I'm so frustrated at simply how bad the author is at writing- Cause I feel like a lot of the time, he throws in ideas just because he thinks it's cool and doesn't elaborate and explore said ideas.

As I mentioned earlier, the whole "Bloody Ellie" thing ( a character who was established a pacifist in the Gloxinia + Drole flashbacks thing) as well the thing with Helbram where he talked about how fairies were captured and had their wings torn out (I believe we never hear anything about it again after Helbram tells us it), honestly many things.

Also, I just thought of another thing I'd change- Instead of having Derieri, Tarmiel and Sariel die useless deaths, I feel like we could've had Ludociel fight Esta/Mael when the Mael reveal happened bc I feel that would've been so much more impactful-

Because imagine, Ludociel finally fights the person who he thought "killed" his brother and before he goes for the finishing blow, the spell corrodes away and Ludociel is left with the shock and horror that he nearly killed his own brother.

And one more thing or else I'll be ranting forever, have Meliodas' and Elizabeth's relationship questioned and have them actually have to go through challenges

Have people question as to whether or not it was their relationship that trigger started the holy war, have other characters question the way he acts towards current Elizabeth, have Elizabeth have questions herself and wonder if the war was worth it- Let them have arguments!!

I think the only one they technically had was when Elizabeth wanted to rejoin the adventure at the start of season 2 if my memory serves me right.

But yeah.

It's just those little tweaks and add-ins that really begin to flesh it out to its potential, imo.

Anyway, rant over before I continue ranting up to 30k+ words more.

#screaming into the void #screaming internally #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #sds #nnt

[dabiconcordia]

A Song of Poppies

I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies! Sun-worshippers are they; Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers They live one little day. I love red poppies! Impassioned scarlet poppies! Ever their strange perfume Seems like an essence brewed by fairy people From an immortal bloom. I love red poppies! Red, silken, swaying poppies! Deep in their hearts they keep A magic cure for woe—a draught of Lethe*— A lotus-gift of sleep. I love red poppies! Soft silver-stemmed, red poppies, That from the rain and sun Gather a balm to heal some earth-born sorrow, When their glad day is done. by Verna Sheard

#poppies #verna sheard #photo pinterest.com

[zthescientist]

Music Induced Trance:

TOPIC WARNING: hypnokink, detailed hypnotic ideas.

Lately I've thoroughly enjoyed listening to Kulning, Gnawa music, ancient Egyptian chanting, the original soundtrack of Runescape(Yes Runescape) and a few Shamanic Chantresses. It sparked a few ideas that I'd love to do for a scene or file.

The ideas that came to mind:

A Caregiver induces & fractionates their pet by humming them a beautiful melody. Changes to the melody such as, pitch changes, length of note suspension, volume change, speed, minor or major notes, and other things can correlate to a non-verbal instruction for the bottom. (ie: when the note is sustained, you sink deeper)

A Siren/group of Sirens seduce a sailor to abandon their course and detour through a magical cave or underwater world. Trapping them into being a prisoner to Their world.

A Deity hums and sings a hymn that brainwashes Their devotee to be Their perfect worshipper.

A sadistic Fairy lures a traveler into Her kinky cabin by kulning. The traveler must pass through the enchanted forest, but doesn't realize it's controlled by the Fairy. She watches in amusement as She makes them overcome obstacles and barely escape de*th just to get closer to Her.

A Caregiver empowers and snuggles Their little by singing affirmations. Perfect for after a tough day. They rub the little’s back, dropping them into restful trance and immersing their little in verbal love.

Something with Jigglypuff and a trainer! I don't have a full idea, I just think it could be cool to have pink dust and dress up like Jigglypuff lol

A time traveling lounge Singer seduces and brainwashes a group of patrons, at a modern restaurant.

I’m sure I’m forgetting some but these seems like lots of fun. I'd love to hear about anyone trying these, making their own idea or any resources for hypnotic singing!

Thanks🫶🏾

-Dr.Zzzz😋

#brainwashed #mind control #bd/sm kink #hypnotism #induction #hypnosis #trance #literotica #audio file #story ideas #hypnok1nk #brainwashing #hypnos lullaby #hypnodomme #sadist dom #bd/sm sadist

[justadeadreaper]

I'm in love with a fictional man and I blame the 'tism for it. Aldbskdnen

As he's heavily tattooed, what does Jack-Pot think about more "cute" tattoos? One of my tattoos is a cat with fairy wings. 👀

ALSO!! Does he like cats? I have this massive rat bastard who enjoys being babied and carried like a child. Sleeps on my bed every single night and likes bothering people for pets and walking on them when they're laying down. 😭

This is going to be very long as I have so much to say

Jack-Pot is okayish with tattoos that can be deemed as "cute" or "silly" but it very much depends on the context of the tattoo and why you have it

Also sorry about this but I will be doing into a mini rant as I want to just make note of something as I know some people will ask about this. Yes, even though Jack-Pot is a highly religious man he has tattoos as tattoos are not a sin in the bible anymore

I will try to explain this as quickly as I can in the shortest amount of words but it starts in the Old Testament. In Leviticus it says to not put tattoos on your body but that is in the context of Elijah on Mount Carmel. At Mount Carmel worshippers of Baal were cutting themselves and letting the blood flow as to get Baal's attention and this would leave a permanent mark in the form of scars and a stain. God was just telling his followers to not get a permanent mark like a tattoo as it would associate them with the worshippers of Baal (plus some tattoo methods also drew out blood) and they should be different from that culture

But, now, those followers of Baal are not alive so it would be seen as okay to get a tattoo as you are not mixing yourself up with the followers of Baal. The only way it would probably not be okay is if the tattoo is disrespectful to God or it was a tattoo of a Demon

Like I said before, sorry about the rant but I needed to get that off my chest and if you want to date Jack-Pot get used to it as he will go into mini rants like that as he knows the context and every verse in the Bible. Plus he is the type of autistic that if you ask him a question about something he knows he will talk about it for hours

So Jack-Pot is okay with any tattoos from a religious standpoint but he also has two other things affecting his view of tattoos due to how he was raised. That is that tattoos are only for criminals and that if you have to get one it has to have some greater, deeper meaning

If you have a "silly" or "cute" tattoo either due to the style or what it is but it has a deeper meaning? He is perfectly fine with it. Jack-Pot will ask questions about why you got it and why that particular style or why it looks like that as he prefers to get hyper realistic tattoos with a lot of meaning behind them. It is not his taste but he is fine with it

If you have a "silly" or "cute" tattoo either due to the style or what it is but it does not have a deeper meaning? You will be getting side eyed. He will not directly say anything but the way he says 'Okay love.' hints at something being wrong but he learnt not to say anything after his brother kicked him in the balls after Jack-Pot said something about his brother's meaningless and cute tattoos. He does not see the point of getting something meaningless as that in his opinion is wasted skin especially for something so "silly" looking

Apart from that, you could probably convince him to get a cute tattoo if he loved you enough. It would probably have to be a matching tattoo that you both have to have the meaningfulness he wants but he would be fine if you asked him to get a matching set of teddy bears together. Also when he is a dad finally he would get tattoos of puppies that would follow behind the dog tattoo he already has

Here is a fun fact; originally I planned for him to have a cute, dumb hedgehog tattoo as to prove how much he loves someone but I could not choose on where to put it (that also reminds me that I need to add how he has stigmata on his hands and feet as I forgot to mention it in his bio and he has a whole backstory on why he got them in the first place)

Cats? He loves them! He grew up with a tabby cat called Rhubarb and a black and white cat called Snowpaw. So from a young age he grew up around cats which gave him a love of them

He loves them so much that he gets Makarov a pet cat in my Rewrite. One day he found a stray cat (I am debating on if it should be a Devon Rex, Lykoi, Sphynx, or another cat breed) that reminded him of Makarov as it had heterochromia, a missing front leg, and it had jet black fur. He picked it up and gave it to Makarov as he thought it was Makarov's birthday when it was not but Makarov kept the cat just because it gave him the stink eye and was not scared of him

That is how Makarov got his pet cat called "Lucifer" as that cat is as evil as its owner but Makarov spoils the thing. In return Makarov got Jack-Pot a ginger Maine Coon which Jack-Pot named "Lilith" to match Lucifer and he loves the cat like his own child. Most of the Konni soldiers have a game where they try and spot the two cats as they are always together somewhere on the base as they like to sit and judge the soldiers before going back to their owners for treats and cuddles

Also, another fun fact is that Jack-Pot has trained Lilith to bite at Milena's ankles and the cat does, because like their owner they do not like Milena. And she can not do shit against the cat as Makarov would kill her as his cat and Jack-Pot's are two peas in a pod that can not be without one another

He would baby your cat and carry it around all the time and he would get a mini bed for the cat to sleep on with their own little mini blanket. He is used to be walked on and being pestered for attention so he can deal with your cat doing that just fine

#call of duty oc #cod original character #call of duty original character #cod oc #jack-pot cod #jack-pot call of duty

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Snow White and the 7 minibots

Considering the naming conventions used by cybertronians, there had to have been at least one bot with the designation Snow White. This made me wonder how you'd translate the fairy tale into cybertronian terms.

"Optics the color of rubies, wings black as onyx, armor white as snow."

Snow White is a seeker prince living in Vos. Instead of an evil queen its an evil wing-lord, wishing to remain the most beautiful seeker in all of Vos. There's still a magic mirror, except now it's an old artifact of Unicron.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

“Thou, O Lord, art the fairest in the land.”

Then, when ultimately one day responds with Snow White's name, the wing-lord of course goes mad with jealousy and employs a mercenary to take Snow White out to the wilderness and kill him. He also tells the mercenary to bring back Snow White's t-cog as proof of his demise.

Of course, we all know that the mercenary end up not killing Snow White, instead urging him to run away and never come back. To trick the wing-lord into believing Snow White is dead, the mercenary kills a turbofox, takes its t-cog and delivers it him. The wing-lord, truly mad, cannibalizes the t-cog, hoping it somehow absorb Snow White's beauty and vitality through it.

Meanwhile, Snow White finds and befriends seven minibot miners (combiners perhaps?) that live on their own in the wilderness and starts living with them. Sadly, because the wing-lord still has the magic mirror he eventually learns the truth. In revenge, he throws the mercenary out the highest tower in Vos.

To finally get rid of Snow White once and for all, the evil wing-lord concoct a tasteless poison that he mixes with sweetened energon. Then he disguises himself with magic he's gotten from Unicron before heading out to the wilderness

Snow White is home alone when the evil wing-lord, disguised as a wandering beast-former, knocks upon the door. It's acid-raining outside and the wing-lord asks for shelter until the rain subsides. Of course, Snow White being so kind he is, lets him inside. As thanks, the wing-lord offers him his own 'special' blend of sweetened energon.

So trusting and naive, Snow White accepts the energon and drinks it. Almost immediately after taking a sip, he falls dead onto the floor, his white armor quickly turning grey. Cackling with glee, the evil wing-lord turns back into his seeker self and flies back to Vos.

The seven minibots return to their home to find Snow White dead. Stricken with grief, they place him in a crystal coffin so that he would always be able to see the sky.

One day, a passing Prime passes by. This Prime just so happens to be an old love of Snow White who had gotten separated from him when he had been suggested for Primacy. On his way back to Vos to finally meet his beloved again, he instead finds him dead. Devastated and overcome with grief, the Prime kneels before the coffin of Snow White.

But then! A miracle! The Matrix in his chest feels the Prime's pure love for Snow White and feeling such pity for him, resurrects the seeker!

Snow White, the Prime and the seven minibots all travel to Vos together where Prime reveals the evil wing-lord as a worshipper of Unicron. As punishment, the wing-lord's wings are set on fire and he's told to fly as high as he can. Forced to do so, the wing-lord flies high up in the atmosphere until the fire melts his wings, sending him plummeting down to his demise.

With the evil vanquished, Snow White, the Prime and the seven minibots live happily ever after.

#transformers imagine #headcanons #cybertronian fairy tales

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

November 2nd. All souls night. It's an old Irish tradition.

It is believed that as the veil between the two worlds is at it's thinnest at this time of year. Those who have left us can come back for a brief visit on this night. Your energy and love for them is the path they follow. The Candle is the light that guides them to your home, and two small vessels one of salt and one of water, represent the essence of life. the salt and water also represent the meal you would have prepared for them when they were on this side. As they pass through your home, they can leave their love and blessings, and take away your troubles.

[Love Ireland]

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Samhain was considered to be the moment when the veil between this world and the otherworld  was it its thinnest.  Old gods had to be placated with gifts and sacrifice, and the trickery of fairies was an even greater risk than usual.  This was a liminal moment in the calendar, a time between two worlds, between two phases of the year, when worshippers were about to cross a boundary but hadn’t yet done so.  Samhain was a way of marking that ambiguous moment when you didn’t know who you were about to become, or what the future would hold.  It was a celebration of limbo.

~ Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

#Love Ireland #Thin places #November 2nd #All Souls Night #Samhain #Katherine May #Ireland

[cerastes]

Istesa, Lady of the Lake, and self-proclaimed “Interesting Times”.

“Istesa” is, in fact, a fusion of two beings: The Bloodless Queen, one of the former five Fairy Queens before the reforms that consolidated duties and power into one seat, and the blind Istesa, her royal smith and jeweler.

Less a person and more a phenomenon, Istesa is an ageless being that only resurfaces during times of turmoil and upheaval... Or rather, it’s more correct to say that she appears right before these chaotic times of great change, being the one to trigger them. By handing a legendary sword to this guy or that girl, Istesa makes sure that those with strong enough feelings and temperaments are properly equipped to carry out their “destiny”. While initially seen as benevolent figure of legend, scholars have since changed their opinion on her, as most every event she has influenced, regardless of the outcome, has tended to be immensely chaotic and gruesome. Pick any Ivarean history book, and most chapters have some relation to her... Among scholars, she’s also known as the Tideturner, as her powerful creations have shifted the tides of conflict and birthed many a victorious underdog, with no regard to the consequences afterwards...

A master smith, alchemist, and sorcerer. She’s worshipped as a goddess of change, progress, and blacksmithing in some parts in Ivarea, and she’s depicted with a large hammer in idols and effigies. However, those who are more familiar with her will also consider her a representation of calamity and crisis, and the Two Stars of Calamity are named after her (the Istesa Stars, or Twin Istesas). Thus, she is also sometimes represented with the visage of a collapsing tower as reference to the many dynasties and eras she’s suspected to have directly ended.

But, she’s simply a fictitious character in the folklore of the land, right...?

“Year 687: The legendary swordsman receives his sacred sword, and defeats the dark tyrant, becoming Hero King. In the following years, he, too, becomes a tyrant. Year 801: The Valkyrie of Esperkard pierces the Grand Chancellor of Atorrhia’s heart with the legendary spear she received from the Lady of the Lake. With the Chancellor’s death, Atorrhia is finally free, but all of its trade treaties collapse in the following months, and the people, now divided, massacre each other. Year 1301: The Bow That Never Misses is bestowed upon the the lad that would eventually become the Peerless Liberator. However, with the power to land a shot on absolutely anyone, no matter what, the Peerless Liberator became the Despot Ranger, who still holds the Great Glades of Insya as his own private land. No one dares venture into the glades, even today... A great swatch of no man’s land. Year 1498: An explosion so great that Ivarea shook completely took out the kingdom of [REDACTED]. No trace remains. In his dying words, the bomber said “Thank you so much, my Lady... My revenge... Is complete”, and the world lost its sole source of [REDACTED] that day. Year 1719: The sniper rifle that shot a bullet across the ocean, from one castle to another, and killed the king of Slionia, is said to have been given to the Empress of Grioccuvar by someone that perfectly fits the description of the Lady of the Lake. But the rifle had a single round, and upon the ascension of the king’s bloodthirsty daughter, the war only intensified, its repercussion still felt today.

This is all just a bit from the most comprehensive text we’ve found, from one of her worshippers, the Record of Calamity. Any questions?”

“Sir, is this all... True? This reads more like the ramblings of a madman, the sort that believes all those conspiracies.”

“Normally, I would agree with you, but... The truth is, I come from Grioccuvar, and... Look at this photo.”

“...That’s... Someone that fits the description of the Lady of the Lake, handing the rifle to the king?”

“Aye. My ancestor worked a post of honor at the castle, and he managed to snag this photo. It tormented for the rest of his life. She’s real, and if we don’t do something about her, she’ll keep shaping our history to her whims, writ in the blood of the masses, all while she simply laughs.”

-- Mission briefing at [-----]

Istesa, a native of Drathodia, was a blind artisan who made a living crafting jewelry and other such knickknacks. Drathodia is known for its boisterous adventurers and mercenaries, a hearty, strong people who love their fights as much as they love their celebrations. However, due to its main export being adventurers and mercenaries, it’s well known that those who cannot perform said roles, or assist in those roles tend to be discriminated in Drathodian society. One needn’t be a brawler, necessarily: Good cooks, explorers, blacksmiths, teachers and many more are appreciated fairly, but if you truly are alien to the culture, if you are an iconoclast to Drathodia born in the nation, then you’re likely not particularly happy within its borders. This was the case for Istesa, who was born with blindness and a feeble body, in contrast to her strong, charming older sister.

The sisters shared a deep bond, with the older caring for the younger in any way she could. A strong fighter with a seemingly bright future in front of her, the older sister was a shining star and even took apprenticeship with a famous martial master in Drathodia. Unfortunately, she met an early demise, and Istesa was left not only without the only person that truly supported her, but also without her beloved sister. Sinking into depression, Istesa gave her all into the creation of jewelry and trinkets, a discipline she was shockingly good at despite her blindness, as her sister taught her hands the basics, and from there, Istesa never stopped.

One day, late at night, Istesa got lost on her way home due to a temporary road closure changing her route, and ended up lost in the woods, where a tricky fairy spirited her away to the Realm of the Fairies. Scared for her life and confused, Istesa pleaded for mercy, but the Fairies, all of whom are capricious and some of whom are sadists, were not about to give her any quarter. That is, until the booming voice of one of the Five Queens ordered them all to stand aside. It was the Bloodless Queen, who happened to witness this on a stroll.

“What can you do?”

“I-I can make jewelry...”

“Then you will make for me a gorgeous necklace of silver, topaz as the main piece, and amethyst as adornments. Do you accept this commission?”

“Y-yes... Let me take your measurements...”

Istesa got to work in a secluded room in the Bloodless Queen’s castle, and in just one night and one day, produced the necklace: Brilliant silver with snowflake motifs of the adornments, wintry tones accompanying the purple hues of the amethyst, its main piece instead a plaque of hand-chiseled flame, where the brilliant topaz shone brightly. The Queen, whose breath had been taken away from the craftsmanship, immediately ordered any and all Fae that had their eyes on Istesa to back off, lest they wish to compete with her: The artisan was hers.

After becoming the Bloodless Queen’s personal artisan, the two grew close. Very close. They would talk at length about something the two of them were passionate about: Stories. Stories as a medium, stories as entertainment, stories as lessons... The Bloodless Queen always lamented that the Fae had very boring stories, always having predictably happy endings, clean endings, simple endings. Istesa simply wished she could see so she could read the books the Queen enjoyed so, that she could make a better conversation partner for her.

To celebrate Istesa’s first full year under her employment, the Queen told her to hold her hand and squeeze tightly. When Istesa inquired why, the Queen simply replied:

“It’ll hurt a bit less.”

The Queen then plucked Istesa’s blind eyes right out of their sockets, causing the artisan to faint.

When she woke up, however, Istesa found herself in a comfy, soft bed, a tall ceiling, look directly at the face of her Queen who sat next to her... Looking. Seeing. Watching. The shock almost made Istesa faint again. She could see. Hanging from the Queen’s neck was her necklace, which she immediately recognized, she had ‘seen’ it thoroughly with her hands. The Queen’s face was more beautiful than she imagined as well. Even though she ‘saw’ her through her fingers so many times, the real deal was definitely beyond what her mind could conjure. And right above the Queen’s head, she saw some words. They read “Istesa’s joy”.

“W-what’s going on, why can I see...?”

“It’s my gift to you, Istesa: The eyes of a djinn. I grant you sight, and the ability to discern the desires of those you see. This way, you’ll always know what I want.”

Though a seemingly selfish gift, it was anything but. This way, Istesa would not be taken advantage of, or at least, she would be able to know more about the true nature of any Fae that wasn’t the Queen that interacted with her. Fae are capricious, and some can be very cruel, but with these eyes, she could immediately tell if they had ill intent towards her. Moreover, Istesa could now read all the books the Queen herself loved. This couldn’t be better.

All was fine in the Citadel of the Bloodless Queen... Until the Civil War of the Fae erupted.

See, the Five Queens of eld had very specific, very strict roles: With a love for theatrics, the Five Original Fae, the Queens, established a system of governance for the ever-growing Fae population that would ensure peace: Each Queen had a role to fulfill in order to maintain the status quo: One of would be the Righteous Queen, who could do no wrong, and another would be the Bloodless Queen, who was behind everything wrong, no matter what. This would give the Fae an easy hero to follow, and an easy villain to blame, and all matters could be resolved simply. If the Righteous Queen made a mistake, then it was not, in fact, her mistake, it was a ploy of the Bloodless Queen, in an attempt to humiliate the Righteous Queen. Then, the Bloodless Queen would receive a token sanction, and everyone would move on. This worked wonders when the Fae were few and many of them knew this was merely a system of theatrics to put the water under the bridge as smoothly as possible while the true culprit reflected on their mistake and improved themselves. But as the Fae increased in number, the theatrics came to be understood as a reality. It wasn’t just a few dozen of Fae needing guidance and to focus on the right tasks for survival, now, the Fae were prosperous, numerous, and yet, the old ways never changed. Instead of being seen as a selfless martyr who took the blame, no matter what, in order for the many to focus on the right task, the Bloodless Queen came to be seen as a true villain. Every story needed a good ending, a clean ending, an easy to understand ending, and when there’s a designated villain, then it’s to find the culprit for everything.

Eventually, the Civil War of the Fae erupted, starting with conflict between the Righteous Queen and the Harvest Queen. Each urged the other Queens to join their side: The Studious Queen joined the former, while the Festival Queen joined the latter. Who would the Bloodless Queen join, then?

None. They all deserved the highest penalty for letting their egos get to this point in the first place. The Bloodless Queen took to the battlefield on her own. With remorse filling every inch of her heart, she addressed her smith and jeweler:

“Istesa... Can you make... Weapons for my soldiers?”

Istesa didn’t answer, and for the first time in her life, her hammer created a sword. Ornate, light, and deadly. The Queen herself wielded it. The blade only dulled after the thousandth kill.

At the end of the war, the Festival Queen finally seized her final victory via pure subterfuge after having believed to have been killed, the seeming sole survivor of the conflict. The Bloodless Queen lie on her deathbed, clutching Istesa’s worn fingers tightly.

“At least this is a better ending than all those flimsy acts we put on in the past, Istesa... I don’t hate happy endings, you know...? But... Where’s the sense of urgency when the bad guy is always so apparent... Where’s the sense of danger when you know every single time the good guys will win...? Fae stories are horribly bad... Haha... Look at me! The Bloodless Queen betrays expectation and bleeds out... Isn’t that simply funny, my Istesa...? Ah... Istesa... Please make sure that this world has more exciting stories... Make a world that would entertain me, would you...?”

Unable to handle the grief of losing her, Istesa broke in tears as life left the Queen’s body, but the Queen’s essence, too immense after so many lifetimes, was thick and palpable. As it glowed xanthous and violet in front of her, Istesa, without thinking, absorbed all of it. Absorbing the essence of a Fae is said to be a death sentence, that’s simply too much raw, undiluted magical power for any physiology of Ivarea to handle. Istesa intended to die with her lover that day... But the essence would not harm her. It would not hurt her. It would not pose any danger to Istesa. Istesa and the Bloodless Queen, at the very height of their emotions, fused.

And the world would become a more interesting place forever after that day. Whether it wanted to or not.

All that is done, is done for that. That. That perfect, entertaining ending, that heart-gripping development, that crescendo...

“Istesa” would give Ivarea the most interesting stories, forged in fire, printed in upheaval, writ in blood.

“Istesa” is not evil. She is not good, either.

All she wants is a good story.

And she’ll do anything for it.

#Ivarea #Istesa

[indouloureux]

augie !!

thinking ‘bout steve being in love with the new girl in town <3 she’s a loner and painfully shy but she gave el a flower from the shop she works at and el was smiling the rest of the day <3 max says she was given the coolest ring with a pretty rock on it that the new girl made for her <3 the new girl is cute and giggles (a lot!!!) and blushes every time steve so much as looks at her <3 he tries to make her feel comfortable whenever they bump into each other to ease her anxiety <3 max and el love her so she becomes a familiar face to the gang <3 she wears flowy skirts and flowery dresses and soft sweaters and ‘alice in wonderland’ shirts <3 she skips instead of walking sometimes so her hair flows back and forth <3 town gossip says she’s either too childish or a devil worshipper because of her witch-y vibe <3 because of her tarot cards and crystals and because she often talks to herself and to animals <3 but steve thinks she’s an angel every time she cutely tucks her hair behind her ears when he says something sweet to her <3 she braids her hair with little flowers intertwined in it <3 she wears lipgloss on her lips and shimmery white powder on her eyelids and pretty dangly flowers earrings <3 to steve she’s a woodland fairy <3 her hands are adorned with rings and she gives steve her favorite one that he wears on his left ring finger!!! <3 she makes steve a cute necklace that has his birth flower pressed in it and he kisses it before bed <3 she reads sci-fi and loves horror movies and is obsessed with myths and can talk about true crime and the original fairytales for hours <3 and steve loves her voice so he doesn’t mind just listening to her <3 steve briefly wonders if maybe instead of a fairy she’s a siren ‘cause her voice hypnotizes him almost <3

one day steve and his fairy are at a fair and go to a photobooth and steve just has to use the excuse of limited space in the bench to get her to shyly perch herself on his lap and the pictures capture her pressing her lips to his and giving him her first kiss and and how surprise steve was for a second before kissing her again. and again and again and again. until dustin bangs on the booth to get them to leave.

they consider that their first date.

HARMONIA why'd u do this to me :(

she had a complexion that put those colorful flowers to shame; had that sui generis beauty that was incomparable to a rose, and she bloomed effervescently in the field of up the hill, the sun shining above her that names her breathtakingly angelic.

she's the girl in his dreams and she's the girl of his dreams.

luckily for him, she stood behind that monotonous counter with a smile that paints everything livelier; the sunflower in her hand was the epitome of her charisma, with her novelty mien and lovely smile.

you grinned brightly at the two girls— el and max, who both came with matching scrunchies that tied their hair and clothings that make them, well, them—and it made steve's heart swell. he stood outside the store, hands in his pockets to fiddle with his change, mustering up all his courage before he sauntered and pushed the door open.

you had looked up from the bell chiming. And like always, you'd beamed at him, warm and welcoming. you wore that dress with ruffles on the sleeves, baby blue with white forget-me-nots, lipgloss a shine coat of pink, hair clamped halfway with another forget-me-nots on the ends. you looked lovely as you'd always been.

"hey!" you quipped, making el and max turn to look at their beloved babysitter who's smiles had then turned into mischief, knowing how in denial steve had always been when it came to his feelings. "lovely seeing you here, steve-o,"

he chuckled at the moniker. "you know me. i always need to stop by my favorite shop,"

max snorted. "favorite shop, or favorite person?"

el laughed out of her nose, looking away from max to look up curiously at steve. "yeah. shop or person?"

"can't it be both?" he raised a brow, feeling triumphant when he smiled. and there it was, the way you bashfully tuck your hair behind your ears, the stone ring that glinted from the sun that adds light to your small little shop. steve rubs his pinkie on the matching ring you'd given him, feeling up the soft, silver stone. "i'd like to ask if you're still up for tonight? with us, i mean. dustin and the kids."

a roseate cherubic glow coated your plump cheeks when he looked at you, and he could sense how your anxiety had returned to bang against your heart. all steve could do was offer you a smile, and you're relaxed.

"wouldn't miss it for the world," you leaned against the counter, forearms side by side. when steve stared at you longer, he doesn't realize that the two girls had giggled their way out of the shop, whispered to each other like they would when they found something so amusing.

you frowned when you realized you hadn't even said your goodbye, but your smile returned immediately when you looked back at him, as if he'd been one of the flowers waiting patiently to be plucked by you.

steve observed the crystals aligned at the desk before he spoke up again. "there's a new shipment of horror movies," he told you, chuckling at the way you perked up. "and i managed to snatch up hyperion from henderson for you to read."

"really?" you beamed, rocking on your heels. "oh, god stevie, thank you!"

he tried not to stare too long when your eyelashes fluttered at him. "no problem," steve nodded at her, hand nervously coming up to fiddle with the necklace you made him and god, how is it he's still nervous around you? "alright, sunshine, do you have those- um, hooker's lips?"

"what for?"

"robin wants one," steve's got his lips pursed when he searched for the money in his pocket.

you smiled at the thought of robin. "yeah, we have those."

you returned from the back not even a minute later, a heavy pot on your hands with the plant robin's been yelling at his ear about. steve smiled, carefully taking it from you.

"thanks, sunshine," he slid the money to you.

"steve- this is too much,"

"oh, right!" he balanced the plant in one hand, turning around to pluck a daisy from one of the stalls and handed it to you. "this one's for you."

again, you blushed. "thank you. i'm breaking company rules by letting you pluck one out without any staff assistance, but thank you for the gift,"

suddenly he's embarrassed, with his face ignited up to flames. he walks backwards, with robin's plant hugged tightly against his chest, his back smacking against a shelf that poked at the bottom of his spine, toppling over a fridge magnet that clattered loudly when it fell to the ground. you both winced.

"shit, sorry," he bent down, sticking it back to the metal plate. "i'll just- see you later!"

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"and then they found foot prints in the flower beds. you know what the shoes were? avia sneakers. they also found the bullets there from the previous attack."

you like how steve heeds your words like they're the most important news in the world. the way he nods his head, looks at you like you painted the speck of stars in the sky and hung the sun that makes his gloomy days bright, gasps and reacts to your scary little stories because he likes them.

you rant about the night stalker. one of the active murderers going on about right now, and steve has a handful of cotton candies with a variety of colors, a pocket heavy with change and his keys, and an ear perked to the kids who run around to play with robin and eddie.

"he doesn't really have a sequence. he just randomly kills people and it's insane and it's complex and it's so appalling. it's scary and it's interesting at the same time."

steve eyes your dress — flowy, white and pretty that hangs above your knees. the flower clip above your ear that locks your hair out of your face and your plump lips glistening from the vibrancy of the carnival lights. your eyes wide and move excitedly, pupils dilated, and they flicker between his and the surroundings.

he can't decide if your voice was a siren or a harmony. it hypnotizes him — takes his attention by a single swipe of a finger and suddenly he's tethered to you and only you; he wonders why no one else felt this way, why they thought you were weird or some devil worshipper if you were merely being yourself confidently, unbridled with harsh judgements of those insecure and bigoted.

mid story, you take his vacant hand and start fiddling with the stone being harbored proudly by his thick finger. steve blushes, chuckles at the way you don't realize at what you were doing as you continue to talk about blood and gore.

"hey, steve!" dustin yells, a light lisp from the blue braces hugging his teeth tightly. "a photobooth!"

while lucas takes the blue cotton candy and gives it to max who holds tightly at el's hand, steve lets eddie take the cluster out of his arm when he eyes the small box with a curtain for a door. you stop talking, finding your attention snapped to the booth, and you both look at each other knowingly.

but before you even know it, you're being shoved inside by a very eager robin — her hand on you soft and her hand on steve's back hard and almost painful. steve berates her, pressing his hand on the slope of your back and guides you in.

he ducks, bending above you when you settle on the small bench. but oh, it's a one seater. it could barely fit the both of you. you're both bent awkwardly inside the booth, his back hunched and he feels immediately a slight ache right above his spine.

"we don't fit," you pout. but steve — thank heavens for the small bench.

"you can sit on my lap," he pats his thigh, neck aching. "i don't mind, babe,"

and you don't, either. steve settles down in the middle of the metal bench, watching you nervously put all your weight on his fat thigh. he grunts lightly, ameliorates your anxiety by rubbing your back as you fix yourself and straighten your shoulders, the bright square of light making your eyes ache as it beams above the small camera.

steve's other hand fiddles with the necklace tickling his chest — one you've also given him that he can't help but kiss every night. it's the closest thing he has of you, practically beside his heart.

"we've got four pictures," you tell him. "you ready, steve-o,"

"ready when you are, sunshine,"

you press on the button, and you're startled by a sudden loud countdown. steve chuckles behind you, placing his head beside yours with his chin on your shoulder before he mimics the ever bright smile that etches itself on your blooming face.

snap. then a camera flash. the second picture comes next with steve wrinkling his nose, teeth glinting when he parts them and hovers his mouth above your plump cheeks, your hand coming up to squeeze his own with your mouth parted to copy him.

then the third, unexpected when it comes. steve had looked at you suddenly, smile fallen, faint but genuine when his pupils dilate and gloss over adoration as you tuck his hair behind his ears, pushing all the mightiness of his tresses behind him.

you like steve. how couldn't you? he's nice and he's charming. he's the king of your heart, you think—you know. he's wearing the ring you gave him, for fuck's sake. he listens to you ramble about murder like you've stained your dress with blood yet somehow you were the rarest flower in the meadow. and he looks at you the way no one else did.

and he likes you, too. but he wouldn't admit that. not yet, at least.

okay, maybe he would. but only because suddenly, after his doting stare that lingered even after the third shot, you kissed him.

you kissed him, his face in your hands, rings pressing up on the scattered moles on his face, your lips slanted against his. and shit, it's your first kiss and you don't even realize it even when you breathe in his boyish musk of cedar wood and fabric detergent with a hint of plastic from the vhs tapes that lingers on the back of his neck.

steve's surprised at first, a noise in the back or his throat that makes you unsettled, but you're back on your feet when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you with just as much fervor.

breaking away with a small click, he follows you, kissing you once more through short pecks but long enough to let you know how he feels through the gentle graze of his tongue. he's kissing you — steve harrington's kissing you. he's not making out with you.

he's kissing you; softly, delicately, lovingly. the clicks of your mouths overwhelming the sound of the camera.

when he breaks away, finally, he's got a silly smile on his face, rubbing his hot nose against yours and rubbing his palms on your waist and he says, "you've got soft lips, sunshine. like a petal,"

you giggle, twirling his hair in your gem-clad finger and kiss his nose. "you don't need to charm me, stevie. i already kisses you."

he kisses you again and again, even though the booth whirrs and your photo slips out the small box outside where the kids could see your photographed first kiss, lips collided while etched in a smile, eyelashes that tickle both your cheeks, and hearts thumping one another.

and steve still kisses you even when dustin bangs loudly on the door, telling you to get out and that mike and will wanted to try it too.

harmonia, baby, i'm sorry it sucked :(

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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[foreverbloodmoon]

Humiliation, I’m Suffocating | Walker x Goth!Reader

Warnings : fluff, kissing, swears, uhhh idk

Notes : I’m not someone who is goth myself, more fairy grunge so I may be stereotypical. I have no means to do this against anyone

I’m actually sobbing I need the new TS Album rn

- while your doing your makeup, foundation, eyeliner or whatever, Walker will put his arm around your waist and scare the shit out of you before giving you a kiss on the cheek

- You had to redo a step of your makeup because you smudged your eyeliner

- One time before you were going out, you were trying to find your fishnets with skulls on them and you turned around to see Walker wearing them. (You guys have the same size clothes)

- Your average outfit is your skull fishnets, a thigh length black or white skirt with a matching black belt with silver decorations on it

- Your average hot topic store type outfit

- You have a special pair of Mary janes (which come which those coquette socks), converse platforms (typical) and really fucking tall like 5 inch buckle boots

- Walker always complains that your taller than him in your shoes

- Walker always picks your tops for your outfits

- Usually it’s like crochet black tank tops or mesh shrugs that you’ll wear with a black sports bras underneath

- You and Walker shared AirPods at an event once and you forgot you were listening to your normal playlist and not the one you and Walker listen to. (The once with the average mainstream artists)

- You were listening to like Kittie, Chemical Romance, Metallica, and shit from the two thousands like the Janice worshipper you are and you look over at Walker who had his eyes nearly popped out his skull as he actually listened to the lyrics

- You couldn’t stop laughing after

- When you ran out of your foundation, you had to run to the closest Sephora and you felt sort of insecure without your average makeup and Walker held your hand the whole time while you tried to find the foundation you always use

- The 10 year old Sephora kids looked at you funny so you just glared and death stared them

- They didn’t look at you again

- Walker even got himself a lipgloss

- Walker loves doing your foundation for you and is surprisingly really good at it

- He’ll help you take your makeup off after a long day and will braid your hair back if it’s long enough

- Cant go to sleep without knowing you’ve taken off your makeup and protected your hair.

- got you a whole bunch of vinyls for your bday

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[dianneking]

How do you think would Marilyn Thornhill react to Fem!Reader giving her spa day after having a stressful day at work?

Spa Night: Marilyn x Reader Fluff

A/N: This is cute domestic fluff. I know, shocking, coming from the Angst Fairy. Also, I realized after re-reading this that there is no actual sentence that would characterize Reader as fem, and adding them afterwards felt kinda forced. Sorry, I am so used to leaving Reader as neutral as possible that even though I was picturing R as femme, it doesn’t show explicitly in the fic. There’s a lot of Marilyn’s body to make up for it though!

Tags: established relationship, fluff, pampering, nudity, suggestive language and scenes, no actual smut.

Wordcount: 1304

“Welcome home sweetheart.”

Marilyn barely answered you as she dropped her bag on a chair, toeing her shoes off. You looked at her from the kitchen, your eyes taking in the way her hair hung limply, framing the tired lines on her face, before reaching her drooping shoulders. Yet another day of work driving her into the ground, sapping her liveliness out until she arrived to you little more than the husk of herself. Enough was enough.

“That’s it. Come with me.”

“Darling, what…?”

“Shhhh.”

You linked your fingers together, wordlessly guiding her to the bathroom, where you only lit the smallest of lights, giving it a relaxed, warm atmosphere.

You let the water run, slowly filling up the tub as you dropped one of the bath bombs in, letting the fragrant smell of herbs mix within the steam before once again turning to Marilyn.

You slowly brought your hands to her blouse, popping one button open after the other, then delicately pushing the cloth off her shoulders, exposing the pale, freckled skin. You threw the shirt in the hamper, quickly followed by her bra.

Unable to resist, you pressed a kiss to her collarbone, and she shivered as your hands run against her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake until they finally reached the waistband of her jeans, toying with the button for a handful of moments before you finally unfastened it, pulling the zipper down as well.

You dropped in a crouch, tugging the denims down with you, until they were pooling around her ankles, and you were face to face with her striped underwear.

“Darling…” You looked up at her breathless plea, to see her wide, beautiful eyes partially hidden by her glasses that were starting to fog up, her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving. She jerkily removed her glasses setting them on the nearby counter, drinking in your figure, kneeling at her feet like she was a goddess and you her worshipper.

You smiled up at her, hooking your fingers in the elastic of her underwear and pulling on it without breaking eye contact, until she was able to step out of the pile of her discarded clothes, an artwork comparable to Botticelli’s Venus.

You wanted nothing more than kiss up her calf, hitch her leg up to your shoulders and just dive into her, but this wasn’t about you. Tonight was all about her. So you stood back up and held her hand as she stepped into the warm water of the tub and lied down in it, a satisfied groan leaving her lips as she let the tiredness of the day melt away bit by bit.

“I’m going to set a few things up, you stay here and relax, dearest.”

When you came back, she had abandoned her head against the border of the tub, her fingers lightly playing with the bubbles in the bath as she muttered a song to herself, her hair splayed in a red halo around her.

“Would you like me to wash your hair, sweetheart?”

She nodded, her eyes coming up to meet yours, unfocused. You could get lost for days in those swirling brown pools. She was mesmerizing.

You let warm water run from the faucet, careful not to let it fall into her eyes, then you proceeded to squeeze a dollop of her shampoo on your hands, and started massaging it into her scalp, loving how she instinctually melted against your touch, a sigh leaving her lips. You lathered her lengths, rinsed, and repeated the motions.

You helped her stand and rinsed the soap off her body, before offering her your hand to hold onto as she stepped out of the tub. You lost no time in wrapping her in the fluffiest towels you had, enveloping her in a hug as you did so.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” She whispered to you, her mouth warm on your ear.

“I’m only getting started, sweetheart.” You murmured back, tightening your arms around her. You waited for her to wrap her hair in an old t-shirt, as she usually did, then once again you grasped her hand, leading her to your bedroom.

You had lit a scented candle, and low, soothing music was playing from the speakers.

“Wow.” She breathed, taking in the low, colored lights and the whole atmosphere. “All of this…for me?”

“Of course, dearest. You deserve to be pampered.” Standing behind her, you unwrapped the towels, letting them fall to the ground unceremoniously and once again you were amazed at how beautiful her body was in all of her dips and plains and valleys and all the little details that made her…her.

“Go lie on your front for me, sweetheart.” You instructed her softly. She complied, turning her head sideways on the pillow to be able to watch you as you coated your hands with scented oil.

You started the massage at her feet, firmly enough so as not to trigger her ticklishness as you ran your thumbs along the arch, allowing them to relax after a whole day of standing. You then moved to the ankles, slowly inching up the calves and the back of her thighs. She sighed into the pillow, and you had to fight all of your instincts in order not to get distracted by the soft curve of her ass. There would be time later for that, if she wasn’t too tired. You moved up to straddle her thighs in order to reach her lower back, and the feel of your body pressed against her turned her sigh into a soft moan.

You paused to apply more oil, before digging your thumbs deep into her lower back muscles, her moans growing louder the more weight you put behind your hands.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?”

“God, no. It’s…oh…it’s perfect.”

You loved to see how sensitive she was to your ministrations, how slowly but surely you worked your way through all of the knots in her back, until you were basically lying on top of her, massaging the base of her neck. Once you were satisfied with your handiwork, you pulled back, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. She whimpered, already missing the warm weight of your body on top of her.

“I’ll be there in a sec, love.”

You covered her with the duvet, brought the towel back to the bathroom, and then joined Marilyn under the covers. She hadn’t moved an inch, but as soon as your head hit the pillow beside her, her warm chocolate eyes blinked open and she smiled, a soft, placid smile that made her look like a totally different person from the stressed-out teacher that had entered through the door earlier.

She brought her hand up to cup your cheek, and slowly scooted over so she could kiss you, her lips slowly mapping your own, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth to suck on, then releasing only to lazily lick all over it, before moving her tongue to yours, tangling with it with no fight. You kissed like that for quite some time, feeling as if the whole world had stopped in its motion, taking the time to explore each other.

At some point she pulled away slightly, to look at you with all of her love for you making her eyes shine in the semi-darkness of your room.

“I am so lucky to have you, darling.” She whispered against your lips, before recapturing them in a kiss, not leaving you any room to tell her that her that you were the lucky one between the two, to be allowed to care for her when she was at her lowest.

“Oh, and also,” she nibbled at your lower lip once again before finishing her sentence, “you are wearing way too many clothes.”

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