#I hope the earthy tone is nice!

[adiraargent]

He doesn't deserve you - Mattheo Riddle

Synopsis: Mattheo is your best friend and doesn't like your boyfriend Warnings: swearing, suggested toxic relationship

Requests are open :)

The Hogwarts corridors buzzed with students rushing to and fro, their chatter and laughter filling the air. Amidst the bustling crowd, you tried your best to navigate your way through the bustling crowd, feeling a weight on your shoulders that wasn't just from your bag full of textbooks.

"Hey, Y/N!" A voice called out, and Mattheo Riddle appeared at her side, a small smile on his face, one that he pretty much reserved for only her. The two of them had been best friends for years now, trusting each other more than anyone else

"Hey, Theo," you replied, trying to match his enthusiasm, though your smile faltered slightly. Thoughts of your boyfriend had been weighing on your mind for the last hour after one of the Slytherin girls had muttered a few words under her breath at the beginning of potions class.

You hadn't heard what she had said word for word, but you did manage to make out the part where she had said 'why is he even with her, he could do so much better?'

"What's wrong?" Mattheo asked, his voice holding a joking tone "Someone take a shit in your coffee this morning?" but his grin faltered a little as he caught the sad glimpse in her eyes, "hey? What's wrong?"

You hesitated, glancing around to ensure no one was listening before you spoke in a hushed tone, almost like you were embarrassed or ashamed. "It's just… I don't know if I belong where I am."

Mattheo's gaze softened, and he leaned in slightly, an intent yet confused look in his eyes. "What do you mean?" His earthy eyes flickered over her face, switching between her pretty eyes, her slightly chapped lips which he could tell she had been gnawing at (something she did when she was anxious) and her cute freckles.

"It's just… my boyfriend, you know," you began, your voice filled with uncertainty. "He's in the year above us and he's so smart and popular, and… sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for him. Like he's too good for me, ya know what I mean?."

You forced yourself to look up at your best friend, curious as to what his reaction would be. You felt your cheeks flush red in embarrassment as you noticed the unreadable look on his face. Maybe I'm just over thinking? You opened your mouth to say something, hoping to put it behind you and escape an awkward situation but Mattheo cut you off.

"Too good for you? Don't be ridiculous. They don't deserve you." Mattheo's expression shifted, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and disbelief.

You chuckled weakly, feeling lucky to have someone like Mattheo as your friend, but you know he was only saying it because he felt like he had to. "You're biased, Mattheo. You're my best friend."

"I'm not biased," he insisted, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I know you, love. You're kind, smart, and one of the most genuine people I've ever met. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

You met his gaze, feeling a mix of gratitude and doubt. "I wish I could believe that."

"You should," Mattheo replied firmly. "You're worth more than you give yourself credit for."

As they walked, you couldn't shake off the doubts that lingered in your mind, wondering if you truly belonged with someone like your boyfriend. He was a year older, had beautiful green eyes and nice brown hair too, plus he was one of the smartest Slytherins in his year.

Mattheo, on the other hand, couldn't fathom why she would ever doubt her worth. He hated that she didn't see what he saw.

Days passed, and you found yourself spending more time with Mattheo, seeking solace and comfort in his conversations. He was always there to lift your spirits and now that exams were coming up, the two of you could help each other out with study.

One afternoon, the two of you sat by the lake, the sunlight dancing on the water's surface as you sighed, feeling the weight of your insecurities pressing down on you. You played with the hair tie on your wrist, your head slightly sore from the ponytail that you had your hair in the whole day, happy that you could let your hair down now.

"y/n/n," Mattheo began, his tone gentle but firm, "you need to stop doubting yourself."

"I'm fine Theo," you sighed, letting out a soft sigh as you gazed out at the lake in front of you, your eyes lighting up slightly as you watched some fish jump out then back in, playing around.

"You're not," Mattheo insisted, he bumped your shoulder softly, making you look over at him, his eyes locking with yours. "Your boyfriend is a dick and you're sitting here wondering if you're good enough for him? He stands you up all the time, laughs at you and doesn't stick up for you when his friends say shit about you."

"Theo..."

"I know you wont listen to me cause you're stubborn as shit, but believe me when I tell you, you're better off without him," Mattheo sighs

The conversation lingered in the air, but before they could delve deeper, footsteps interrupted their moment. Your boyfriend approached you both, a smirk on his face as he greeted you.

"Hey, babe," he said casually, barely acknowledging Mattheo's presence.

"Hey," you replied softly, feeling a twinge of discomfort.

"Ready to go?" he asked, already turning to leave.

You glanced at Mattheo, who met your gaze with a subtle look of concern. You winced slightly as you subconsciously bit the inside of your cheek, going to stand up

Mattheo looked up at him, a blank look on his face, "Actually, mate we were kinda in the middle of talking about the potions assignment we're working on together."

Your boyfriend scoffed, "cant you talk about that shit later man? My mates and I were gonna go down and grab some food and shit from the kitchens and the elves always give us more when y/n is there since they like her."

"Well as I said, we're kind of busy," Mattheo snapped, his voice dangerously low.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and looked at you, "get up, lets go," he grumbled waiting for you to stand up, but you didn't move.

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Fine. Suit yourself."

As he walked away, you felt a mix of relief and uncertainty wash over you. She turned to Mattheo, a silent question in her eyes.

"You deserve better than that," Mattheo said quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. "You deserve someone who sees your worth and values you for who you are. Plus he's just a dick overall"

You swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "Do you really think so?"

"I know so," Mattheo replied firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You're one of the best people I know, and you deserve someone who sees that."

You nodded, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions as you watched your boyfriend disappear into the castle. Mattheo's words echoed in your mind, a voice of reason amid your doubts.

*

Days turned into weeks, and you found yourself reassessing your relationship. Mattheo had been consistent with his whole 'I hate your stupid ass boyfriend' thing, which didn't really help any of your doubts.

However it had seemed to have opened your eyes a bit. You began to notice how close your boyfriend would get to other girls, picked up on his snarky remarks that he would mutter under his breath when you would say stuff, the way he'd just sit there and even sometimes laugh when his friends would say something about you.

One evening, as you sat in the library, your boyfriend approached you, his expression plain and care free.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, a note of hesitation in his voice. "I've been thinking… I'm not sure this is working out."

You felt your hear skip a few beats, a mix of emotions flooding through you. She looked up to meet his gaze, surprised yet oddly relieved

"Okay," you replied softly, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. In all honesty, you saw it coming.

"Okay?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked down at you, "that's it?"

"What? Did you expect her to beg you to stay?" a voice spoke up. You felt your eyes widen at the familiar tone

"Theo?" You asked in shock, turning in your seat to see Mattheo standing behind you, glaring at the boy who was standing in front of you

Your boyfriend ex-boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes, "fuck off Riddle," he sneered, taking a step forwards. Mattheo took a step closer to him, not cowering in the slightest as he dug his hands into his pockets, a cold look on his face

"You said your point, you can leave now," Mattheo said plainly. Your ex rolled his eyes, huffing a 'whatever' before turning around and leaving.

You sat there, feeling a sense of freedom mingled with uncertainty.

"Are you okay?" Mattheo asked gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"I think so," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "It's just… unexpected."

Mattheo's hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Sometimes unexpected things are for the best."

They sat in silence, the weight of the moment hanging between them. You found yourself feeling a mix of emotions—relief, sadness, and a tinge of regret. You glanced at Mattheo, feeling grateful for his unwavering support.

"Thank you," you said softly, meeting his gaze. "For everything."

"Always," Mattheo replied with a small smile, his eyes filled with understanding and support. He had been there for a long time, stuck by her side through everything.

And all he could do was hope that one day, she would love him just as much as he loved her.

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[bunnysbrainrot]

Unspoken Rules

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝' 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐.

Relationship: Joel Miller x f!Reader, Jackson!AU

Content: Angst, protective Joel, kissing, sexual themes, make out session, size kink (kind of?)

Summary: The day after the town dance, Joel doesn't seem so sentimental for your time together. The emotional rollercoaster leaves you confused. Something is off about him now, and it's taking everything in you to not leave yourself to blame. Finally, Joel tries setting a boundary, but will he hold to it?

[ A/N: For this series, I invite the reader to make up their own backstory for how they end up in Jackson. I'll keep descriptions in the chapters vague, as I didn't want to assign a backstory when it's something people can have such fun with! ]

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep

The gentle chirping of your watch pulls you from sleep, but not without some protest. You groan softly at a headache taking form and begin to regret last night's decisions. Prying an eye open, a green 6:31 AM shines back at you, though the sun hardly shows it through your curtains. A dim lavender sky peeks through instead.

What a nice start to the day, you think to yourself, sighing loudly as you shift to sit up; the rush of movement swells your pesky headache, making you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Shit," you grumble, rubbing your eyes, "fuckin' mead, man... never again."

And especially never before patrol day.

The thought of riding your horse through rough Wyoming terrain doesn't excite you. Instead, you get the gift of an unsettled stomach, but pull yourself out of bed nonetheless.

••••

"Good morning!"

Your neighbor's cheerful greeting rings in your head, but you know she means well. She'd been at the dance last night, too, but you didn't get a chance to talk, from what you remember, at least. Giving her a small wave, you force a smile you hope is genuine enough to sell the 'I'm not hungover' act.

The food stall is desolate, to your relief, save for the man running it. You seem him every time you stop by, though neither of you have exchanged names, but he has memorized your order already. His eyes shine genuinely when he hands you your food.

"It's good to see you again," the man says, "welcome to Jackson."

You smile appreciatively and take the sandwich, giving him a brief thanks before heading off. He provides breakfast for the patrol groups, but never wants anything in return. Maybe you could repay him, somehow, you think. Mulling it over, you tear into the sandwich while you make your way to the stables. The thick, earthy smell of hay wafts past, and the sputtering of horses sounds ahead.

Rounding the corner reveals today's patrol group - it's evidently much smaller than last time.

Joel doesn't turn when your footsteps approach. You spot the beautiful mare you'd ridden last patrol, Belle, occupied with a bucket of hay. She huffs loudly when you meet her, angling her head to look at you, before resuming her breakfast. Joel silently adjusts a hefty saddle onto his horse nearby. Clinking of metal clasps fills the silence before Joel breaks it.

"How's the hangover?"

There's a terseness in his tone, as if forcing a conversation he doesn't want to have. He doesn't turn to you when he asks the question.

You pause for a beat, "Kicking my ass a little."

Joel nods once, "Been there."

This Joel isn't the same man you danced with last night, this version doesn't remember, or simply doesn't care. Nothing from last night was special enough to hold onto today. Shame starts to sink in your uneasy stomach. So he really did mean it, when he called himself a fool for dancing with you.

"Where are we meeting up with the rest of the group?"

A casual tone masks the pain blooming in your chest, and the tears that prick your eyes. You wouldn't dare let them fall in front of Joel. He shouldn't know how much last night meant to you, even if he wouldn't bat an eye at your tears. It seems like last night's biggest mistake was thinking that he, somehow, was true to his actions. When his lips were brushing against your neck, hovering over your ear, before his tone had gone seductively darker.

"Just us today. Smaller groups help cover more ground."

It feels like an invisible string is pulled between you when he speaks, growing more taught with each bated breath and expressionless comment. You come to notice that Belle is already donning her saddle and gear, a task you hadn't done yourself.

Glancing at Joel, you hesitate, "Thank you for getting Belle ready."

Finally, he turns from his horse's saddle and shifts attention to you. A steely look in his eyes reprimands you without words. It didn't seem like a favor. He'd done your work for you.

"Saddling up is the boring part. Not as tricky as it looks, though. I'll ask Maria to show you how," he offers dismissively.

It’s a nice gesture, but the Maria part begins to register. He won’t show you, or doesn't want to spend time alone with you after what transpired last night. Confusion lingers in the back of your mind - Joel invited you to dance, and now it's as if you've never held a conversation before.

You nod, "Sounds good to me."

Even though it was not, in fact, good at all. Maybe last night really was some drunken mistake, but it wouldn't make sense of Joel's demeanor now.

Why did he look like he had something else to say?

••••

"Pretty day today," Joel states.

Sunlight streaks between distant mountain peaks, painting the morning fog with a breathtaking display of orange and yellow. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how it casts a golden halo around Joel's salt and pepper hair, highlighting its warmer browns. He turns to his saddle bag, giving you a glimpse of his face; the sunlight works wonders. He's warmer and brighter... there's more life to him.

Joel gestures to one of the peaks ahead, "See that mountain over there? The shorter one to the right - we stop at the base of it. On the way out there, we're on lookout, gettin' rid of any stragglers. At the turn-around point we'll rest, and the trip back is supply pickup, in case we find anything."

You clear your throat, carrying on, "Got it... Must be a long route, hm?"

"At an average pace, 'bout two hours or so. If you're bookin' it, you could do it in less than one."

The talking is helpful when it's useful information, but anything else reminds you of last night, of that version of Joel. When he was in such stark contrast to this gruff personality, and if you were being honest, it had intrigued you. Pulled you in deeper.

In fact, from the moment you saw him, he caught your eye. On that chilly morning, where you stood timid and anxious amidst the crowd, something clicked in place when he'd briefly turned to you.

A certain roughness in his look told you that something, many things, has roughed him around the edges over the years. You couldn't tell his age, but you could assume that he witnessed the fall of everything. Back then, the world crumbled with the rise of the infection, its haunting mortality rate, and there was no hope of it being stopped after it had begun. You wondered what Joel's life had been before he ended up in Jackson - how his 'regular life' was, back when the world made more sense.

His accent is distinctly and seductively Southern, one you could listen to for hours. Clearly he isn't from around here - any kind of travel across so much terrain isn't an easy task, and it would take months at a steady pace.

So how the hell did he wind up in Jackson?

Joel reaches for a canteen of water, unscrewing the top and tossing his head back, taking in a few deep gulps. His jaw twitches as he drinks greedily, and follows it with a low, satisfied sigh when he's finished. The sound casts you into a void of unholy thoughts. Something tightens in your core, a feeling that, you now realize, you haven't had in months. Years, maybe.

Effortlessly, Joel shines light on an emotion you hadn't addressed to even yourself: a primal need for something.

••••

With the exception of picking off the straggling infected, the patrol is continuing quite smoothly. The sun is slowly inching its way across the sky, keeping you comfortably warm in a gentle breeze that relieves your dull headache. Now, Joel leads you down a path veering toward an open stretch of pasture at the base of the mountain. Peering ahead, you see the trail reach its end at the start of the field, and beyond spans into a sea of rolling hills that takes your breath away.

"How you doin' back there?" Joel asks.

"Still good," you reassure him.

He nods his head toward a fence far off in the pasture, "We go to the edge of the perimeter, then we loop around. We'll take a breather first, though."

You follow in his stead until he reaches the old wooden fence, dismounting his horse, and carefully tying its reigns to a nearby fence post. Dismounting Belle gives your hips and thighs a wave of relief to get some blood flowing again. You head to the fence on unsteady legs, leaning against the weathered wood as another gust of wind rushes by. The cool wind across your skin makes you turn to face its source, tossing your head back to invite its presence at your neck. Your eyes flutter shut, and the world melts away for a while.

He wishes he could burn this image in his mind. You throwing your head back as the wind blows, entangling itself through your hair, your clothes. That soft smile tugging at your lips has him completely distracted before you let out a happy sigh. A soft, breathy sound that makes his imagination wander, against his better judgement.

After all, last night was a mistake.

The moment Cara had called for your attention, inviting you to join his group, Joel knew the night would end differently than he expected. You wore a shirt that accentuated every area his eyes shouldn't have wandered to, but they did. Across the lot, he'd watched you dance for hours, spinning and twirling and laughing and really, truly, living. He could see a light in you, a fire that couldn't be put out.

But if you're a fire, Joel is gasoline.

"Listen," he starts. He already knows where this is heading, that he's ruined this moment, and that there will be nothing in his power to make it any better.

But he can't let you fall into a delusion. This idea that you want him, yet you have no idea of what's underneath. He can't have you focused on him when there's a whole community to serve. He's doing a service by telling you now, he assures himself.

Nipping it in the bud.

You turn to face him quickly, knowingly. He can tell by your fidgeting hands that you might know what's coming. And he can see it in your wide-eyed expression, still somewhat hopeful. He braced himself to see that face fall.

"What happened last night... ain't my best moment. I didn't hold myself back when I shoulda have, and I..." he straightens, "it can't happen again."

The words come out meaninglessly. Joel speaks, but can't hear himself, his words come from some far-off mental script he'd prepared when he'd gotten home last night. He can see it hit you - the realization, the way your body goes completely still. Your bottom lip trembles slightly, yet you hold a solid smile despite the hurt he sees in your eyes. Your hands have frozen in place, knuckles growing white from gripping them together so tightly.

"I-I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have gotten so carried away," you explain.

Your apology is a blow to his gut. Have you been blaming yourself this whole time? As if you could even be at fault. Joel asked you to dance. You were about to go home, and he asked you to stay out of his own selfishness.

He needed that light, that fire. A brightness that only you've possessed, and it had him hooked from the first time you'd spoken, at last patrol. You had strayed away from your position in the party and had wound up next to him. It hadn't registered who had joined him, and before he had the chance to issue a harsh 'stay back', there you were, in complete awe.

Joel remembers it clearly: the way your eyes shone with delight, an infectious smile that for a moment, lifted his spirits. Every patrol was the same. Same people, same routes, over and over and over again with exhausting mundanity. Until you came along.

There was a light about you he could not touch.

In every way you are his opposite. On one hand, Joel is harsh, serious, and doesn't care much about his impact on others, let alone their feelings. You, on the other hand, represent everything Joel could've had for himself - kind, flexible, and you naturally cared for others.

Joel can't seem to remember when he lost that side of himself. He doesn't understand your capacity for kindness in a world this dark.

"You shouldn't be apologizing for anything," he says.

You pause and look toward the ground, wringing your hands again, "I should've just gone home."

If you had, you wouldn't be on the verge of tears right now.

A surge of regret fills his chest. Someone as kind as you doesn't deserve the pain of rejection; you should have someone who cherishes you, who can appreciate your softness without tainting it.

"Why'd you stay?"

There was no use for excuses now.

It's harder to meet his eyes this time, but you want to see his reaction to your answer.

"Because you asked me to dance."

Confusion knits Joel's eyebrows together when he asks, "And that was so special?"

"Yes. Was it not that way for you?"

He opens his mouth to answer, yet he hesitates. The long pause doesn't much to help your confusion, you truly want to know, to hear it from him first. If it wasn't important, it'd be easier to forget it happened in the first place.

It would certainly be easier than an unrequited love. Anything is easier.

"That's not what I said."

"It's implied," you state. Joel averts his gaze to the fence, idly picking at a loose piece of wood. "It's alright if it wasn't, I just... I need to know."

Another beat passes before he gives his answer, at long last. Joel matches your pose from earlier and leans with his back against the fence.

"It was. Special, that is," he says gently. That softness in his voice was greatly missed, and it's a breath of fresh air to hear it once more. "It's just... you're still new here. I don't want you getting distracted-"

"Are you calling yourself a distraction?"

Joel's eyes dart to you, "Am I not?"

You press your lips into a thin line, making his question ultimately rhetorical. He nods once, then turns his head to you. The intensity of his stare demands it to be met, so you meet his eyes and find a playfulness there, a hint of the Joel from last night.

"Am I one?"

"Telling you would just give you ideas," he teases.

You smirk, "So I am."

"The worst kind."

Shifting your weight on your feet reminds you of the soreness in your legs, so you lift your arms, and push yourself onto the top of the fence, dangling your legs over the side. The silence between you now isn't as uncomfortable as earlier. No, this is the silence of anticipation, wondering what or who will give a resolution.

"What about me is so distracting?" You ask.

In place of words, Joel makes his way to you, positioning himself in front of your swinging legs, which now shook a little more than you'd like to admit. He closes the gap with hands on either side of you, gripping the wood beneath his rough fingers.

There's no way to place his expression when he looks at you again.

He replies, voice low and strained, "Everything."

You can't miss it when his eyes wander to your lips, hovering there a moment longer than he needed to. Taking the opportunity you look at his as well - you knew they were soft, but hadn't felt much of them. Need and hunger are all you can feel as you stare.

When his lips meet yours, there's something that tells you that maybe this situation was inevitable. One look at him, and you knew how you felt, and exactly how willing you'd be to take your time with him.

But today, Joel doesn't need time. He knows what he wants.

He groans into your mouth when you move your lips against his - the sound of a starved animal finally getting their fill. It draws a moan from you, matching him in a sweet harmony. There's a gap between you still, that simply isn't enough.

You reach forward in search of the waistband of his jeans, hook your fingers through his belt loops, and tug Joel forward. His mouth crashes into yours once again, skirting his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entry. One at a time, you wrap your legs around Joel's waist and secure yourself tightly against him, gripping at his shoulders with a ferocity you didn't recognize.

It's not as slow as you would've liked him to go, but it's the pace you need. For how long it felt to wait, for how impatient you'd been.

And he knows how to deliver it.

His hands roam carefully around your waist, squeezing and fondling with an avarice that shows he's been waiting just as impatiently. Every caress sets you alight, erupting goosebumps along your arms and neck, which Joel is slowly shifting his attention to.

"Joel," you pant, but it's all you can muster. There's more to the sentence, but his lips stop you. They play at the soft skin below your jaw, suckling gently before his tongue slides along your supple flesh, bringing himself to your ear.

He catches your earlobe between his teeth and bites playfully. Another moan falls past your lips, another breathy utterance of his name. Joel plants a kiss below your ear. You card your fingers through his hair, tugging at the soft strands.

"Careful, pretty girl," says Joel, reaching upward to support your head as it's thrown back in pleasure. He weaves his fingers into your hair for a comfortable grip, and pulls your head back further.

The constriction chokes you, but you smile anyway at the dull pain from where he holds you. With his strength, he has you exactly where he wants you, and can keep you there. The high-pitched moan you sing next has Joel losing his composure, his actions growing sloppier as you continue.

But, to your surprise, he releases you first.

Joel pulls back with a final kiss pressed to your lips again, a deep and savoring one. The back of your head stings from the grip he held on it, though it gives you a rush of adrenaline you won't trade for anything.

The sigh he lets out is one you can recognize, because you're breathing the same one.

This complicates things.

Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it took a long time to write, and I think it's because it's not smut, and it was very frustrating, so next chapter will have a LOT more (i'm already plotting)

#fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller #pedro pascal joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #smut #smut writing #bunny writes

[violette-hue]

Amortentia

Summary: Professor Slughorn is teaching about the dangerous potion, Amortentia, and you smell someone you're not supposed to.

Trigger Warning(s): Potions, Slughorn (for those who don't like him), teasing, Pansy Parkinson, cursing(?), mentions of love/like/relationships

Word Count: 743

A/N: Just a quick drabble I wrote from a small idea. I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but I hope whoever reads this likes it :) Also, please take this as my application to be apart of the Draco side of tumblr/DracoTok.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world," Slughorn said. "It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

You watched as the professor executed the last steps of the potion, lavender swirls fuming into the air.

"Do we have a volunteer?" Professor Slughorn asked.

You rolled your eyes as Hermoine approached the cauldron with slight apprehension. She leaned forward, her chest rising as she took a deep breath.

"Can you tell us what you smell?" asked Slughorn.

Hermoine nodded, uttering, "...Freshly mown grass...new parchment...and...and..."

Your eyes widened slightly, flickering toward the only Weasley in the classroom. Did the brains of Gryffindor have a crush on Weasley?! You stood up, making your way to the cauldron.

"I'd like a smell," you said, fiddling with the sleeves of your robe.

Professor Slughorn chuckled as some of the others girls in the class echoed the same desires. They all wanted to smell and see what attracted them.

"Alright, one at a time. Go on," Slughorn urged.

You took a deep breath and inhaled the fumes. They turned dark green and you smiled, expecting to smell the familiar scent of cedar wood from your boyfriend's cologne. But you didn't. The smell, it was sweet and crisp--apples? Your brows furrowed and the fumes changed to a rich, blackish-brown color. The sweet and crisp smell of apples merged and changed into an earthy, sweet scent. Leather. The third scent you recognized almost immediately as the metallic tang hit your nostrils. Money.

You stepped out of the way, letting a very eager classmate take your place. You sat at your shared table and rest your chin on your hand. Apples, leather, and money? That wasn't what your boyfriend smelt like... You chewed on the inside of your lip, deep in thought. If that wasn't your boyfriend, then who was it?

"Hello? Earth to Y/N? Did you hear what I said at all?"

Your gaze shot up to your partner, Pansy. She was starting at you, eyebrows bunch with annoyance.

"Hmm? Sorry, deep in thought," you responded, turning your head towards Pansy. "What was that?"

"I was telling you what I smelled," Pansy stated, her annoyance seeping into her tone. "Galleons, leather, and apples. Do you know who that is?"

Galleons. Leather. Apples. That was exactly what you had smelled. And knowing Pansy... You swallowed hard. You thought you had a good idea of who those fragrances belonged to.

You were almost too scared to respond to your portions partner. "...Draco..?"

Pansy beamed at you. "Draco," she confirmed. "I told you we're meant to be."

You rolled your eyes, desperately trying to dull the panic rising in your chest. Why had you smelled Malfoy, of all people? Not your boyfriend, not even someone remotely nice. Malfoy.

"You know that potion only shows us who we're attracted to, right?" you replied matter-of-factly. "You're just attracted to him. It's not meant to be."

Okay, maybe you had added that last part more for you than for her, but you needed some reassurance. And Pansy was sure as hell not the one to give that to you. If she ever found out who you had smelled in that Amortentia potion, you'd never hear the end of it. Hogwarts wouldn't hear the end of it. Everyone in this school would know you were more attracted to Draco and not your boyfriend.

Pansy opened her mouth to speak, her face contorted with irritation when Professor Slughorn proceeded with his lecture. "Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room, causing a powerful infatuation or obsession."

"Dangerous?" someone scoffed. The timbre in the voice sounded familiar, arrogant. "This silly love potion?" Some of your classmates laughed at Draco's comment, a handful agreeing with him.

"When you have seen as much of life as I have, Draco, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love," Slughorn responded.

You didn't dare steal a glance in Draco's direction. Throughout the rest of the class, you kept your head down. When you were finally dismissed, you waisted no time ejecting yourself from your seat and fleeing to the common room. You needed some alone time, some time to think.

Why had you smelled Draco Malfoy instead of your boyfriend?

#draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy drabble #draco imagine #draco drabble #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #pansy parkinson #harry potter #harry potter imagines #slughorn #horace slug #professor slughorn #amortentia #drabble #imagine

[politemenacephd]

Love Language

💜 Drider!Miguel X Reader

Content: Pure fluff where Drider!Mig comes home and takes care of you after a really bad day.

Word count: 1,780

Notes: Gift for @sirbird after they mentioned they'd had a rough week. After a few bad days as well I thought this might be nice. Enjoy <3

It was a still evening in the forest. The sunlight streaming through the trees was a rich and blinding orange, and the dappled undergrowth below was shrouded in the shadows of a million pines. There was no wind, only the lingering warmth of a hot day slowly chilling in the dark.

In the burgeoning twilight the only sound was the singing of a single robin somewhere up in the canopy above, and the heavy-footed steps of something huge moving across the forest floor.

Miguel’s enormous spider paws easily crunched the dead leaves and twigs beneath him as he made his way home. He usually tried to be a little quieter as he crept through his domain, but today he wanted to get home quickly. He wanted to see you.

He crawled down the hillside with unnerving grace. He passed a deer on the way which bolted on sight, its hooves thudding as it vanished into the dark. His hunting instincts usually would have driven him to follow, but again, not today. You overrode all of that.

By the time he finally reached home the distant sun was almost set, and his only guiding grace was the burning lantern left outside the entrance to your humble little dwelling.

He approached a huge, gaping hole in the earth, one that was surrounded by thick webs. Someone had spun a sign on the side that said ‘O’HARA RESIDENCE’.

He bent his legs and called into the hole.

‘Mi arañita! I have returned.’

His voice echoed down into the dark, but he didn’t stop to listen. He was busy rustling his abdomen, a ritual akin to removing your shoes before going into someones house. He shook out the dirt and brushed off his broad, bare chest. He wanted to look presentable.

‘Mm… good’ he mumbled to himself once done. He gave one final brush of his fur before descending into the hole.

As he crept downward, he noticed that you hadn’t called back. That was immediately odd to him. You always called back.

‘Mi arañita?’

He called for you again as the tunnel levelled out. The ground became flat and he was faced with a huge circular oak door, one which he easily pushed aside with a low creak. The glow from within danced across his chiselled face.

‘Mi amor? I’m home!’ he cheerfully cried. Again, no response. He swallowed hard and crawled deeper, his brows now knotted with confusion. Where were you?

His home was a series of tunnels cut into the earth beneath one of the great pine trees above, creating a ceiling of roots on which he hung a handful of glass candlelit jars. It was warm here from the insulation, a constant steady, cosy heat, and the flickering firelight bathed the walls in sweet, rich, earthy tones.

It was home, yes, but it wasn’t home until he had you. He sniffed the air and tapped his feet in the hopes the sound would draw you out.

‘Mi amor? Are you- hiding?’

No answer.

He made his way around to your shared bedroom, and slowly he pushed the little makeshift door aside.

‘Mi amor…?’

And there, at last, he found you. You were curled up on his big silk mattress, your head half covered by sheets. Miguel’s eyebrows went down at the sight.

‘Mi amor?’ he asked, his cheery tone now sunk into clear concern. You let out a soft mumble, but that was all.

‘Mi amor…’ Miguel slowly crept towards the bed as he repeated his affectionate phrase. ‘Mi amor. Were you sleeping?’

You nodded. He sighed, a sound of deep affection, and grunted as he carefully folded his legs. He dropped his abdomen down until he could reach you.

‘Sweet thing’ he murmured. You felt his claws brush your cheek, his thumb light as it tenderly stroked back and forth along the ridge of your eye. He let his hand drift down your face to your jaw, and as carefully as one would lift a baby bird he cupped your head in his palm. Your eyes fluttered open.

‘Did you, have another bad day at work?’ he whispered. He kept his tone to barely a breath as he spoke, in the hopes that he wouldn’t upset you further. You nodded without speaking.

‘Mm… I see.’ He grunted to himself and tapped his paws in thought. He couldn’t stand to see you distressed.

‘May I, join you?’ he asked after a moments silence. You nodded.

Without another word he crawled up onto the giant mattress. His body sank into the feather stuffed silk, the weight jostling you a little as he settled, but soon he’d folded his legs and nestled down beside you. He used his long fluffy legs to pull you close while his forelegs carefully adjusted the blankets, ensuring you were warm, and one you were safely encased against his abdomen he lowered his human half to cradle your head and shoulders.

‘Shh’ he cooed as he pulled you in. ‘Shh, shh.’

You were fully enveloped in the warmth, clutched to his lower abdomen like a baby. You felt his spider paws shifting to rub at your back. They were so soft, like downy feathers, but they felt intelligent as they rubbed at your skin.

He smelled like pine needles and dirt, like summer warmth and musk. He smelled so familiar.

‘Shh. I’ve got you’ he whispered. ‘You’re safe. I’ve got you.’

You gave in to the warmth, and you returned his affection. You sank your fingers into his fur until it was all you could feel. It was thick and smooth, perfectly brushed from when you’d groomed him last night, and when you sank into its warmth it was like sinking into heaven.

‘Are you comfortable, mi amor?’

You nodded.

‘Do you—want, food?’ he asked. You shrugged.

‘Mm. Okay. Do you, want distraction, or just cuddles right now?’

You sank deeper into the fluff, letting it muffle your voice. ‘Cuddles’ you said quietly. ‘Just cuddles.’

‘Very well, mi arañita. Cuddles it is.’

He sighed and let his body relax against you, and you did the same. As you slumbered in and out of sleep he continued to show you little moments of affection; he’d stroke your back or kiss your forehead as you slept, occasionally touching your skin with his paw to ensure you were warm.

You could feel his breath stirring the hair on your head as he, too, drifted off at your side.

‘I missed you, mi amor’ he whispered.

‘I missed you too’ you whispered back. You felt his abdomen rustle with joy, and as your eyelids closed you drifted off to sleep.

…

After your nap Miguel got to work. He raised the lights and left you your phone to watch videos while he moved about the den. He set up the central cooking fire and began brewing a huge metal pot of your favourite warm drink, hoping it might wake you up a little so you didn’t slumber all evening.

He was ever so careful as he crawled back into the bedroom, being sure not to spill anything onto your body still cocooned in the warmth of the sheets. He lay the mug down on the earthen floor beside the bed so you could reach it when you were ready.

When you shuffled up to drink it he sat at your side and patiently watched. He even bent down and let you show him your favourite videos. He didn’t understand a single one, but he was just happy to see you either smile or giggle to yourself. He was insistent on constantly having a paw around you.

When you were too tired to take care of yourself he stepped in again.

He picked you up with your forelegs and arms, cradling you like a baby against his enormous chest, before laying you down on the back of his fluffy abdomen so he could run you a bath.

He filled a wooden tub with warm water he heated over the main fire, all while keeping you safe and snug on his back so you didn’t have to stand. He was large enough to hold your full body weight on just his abdomen, thankfully, and so you got to lounge in his thick fur while he continued preparations.

When the bath was ready he checked it with his paw, and once sure it wasn’t too hot he picked you up and undressed you in his arms. He looked at you, of course, his eyes curious and instinctively hungry as you were stripped down, but he didn’t make a single move.

He kissed your neck a couple of times, and that was it. He lowered you into the steamy tub with a soft affirmation:

'There, mi amor, you relax now.'

The water was warm enough to make your skin tingle, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. In that sweet, hugging warmth Miguel shifted to sit behind your head where he could continue pampering you in peace.

He washed your hair with his human hands while gently rubbing your shoulders with his forelegs. His fur got damp, but he paid it no mind. He was always gentle, always delicate, doing his best to not jostle you too much. Every so often he’d bend to kiss the crown of your head. It seems he couldn’t keep himself away for more than a minute without showing you some kind of affection.

He helped run soap over every inch of your body with his longer legs, using their length to sink beneath the water and clean what he otherwise couldn’t reach. The fur was soft on your skin so it helped you to relax.

He combed your wet hair with your claws, preening you like he would his own fur. He wrapped your hair into a silk turban to keep it safe, but when he lifted you out of the water at last he realized a silk sheet wouldn’t do much to dry you off, so he used his legs again. He let you dry yourself using his fur and then shook himself dry as well.

After that, he carried you back to bed in the warmth of his arms, and he lay down beside you to rest. He wrapped you up like a fly, swaddling you in silk sheet after silk sheet, and kept you close to his heart. You listened to it thud as you drifted off in the slowly dimming candlelight.

When you went to sleep, you’d forgotten all about the rest of the day. Everything that’d stung, that’d hurt, there was no room in your mind for it anymore.

All you could think of was him. All you knew was his warmth, his heavy snoring, his soft hairy chest on your cheek, his muscled arms around your shoulders, and his furry abdomen keeping you warm and safe.

It was all there was. You and him. That was all there was in the whole world.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #drider #miguel x reader #drider miguel o'hara #miggy fic #miguel o'hara fluff

[fertilize-my-eggs]

courting & mating

Paired: moth shigaraki x chubby fem! Reader smut.

A/N: it's re-upload this coz the link couldn't work properly whenever I try to click it??? Soo it's fixed and I hope y'all like this :3 it's just mothura seducing reader by his scent.

Warnings: breeding kink + love making  + body worshipped + scent kink.

The sweet aroma fills your nostrils as you open the backdoor of your house, its smell..

wonderful pleasant feeling like its florals mix with earthy tones you quite like.

You walk out in a simple nightgown, you feel relaxed just by its scent, you can get addicted to it.

There was a soft chirping sound coming to your tree that's nearby. It's late at night you thought getting yourself a midnight snack would help you sleep better but the aroma catches your interest.

You heard rustling in the tree to see a creature jump down and standing in front of you.

You should be running away in fear but you're hypnotic by its beauty.

You look at the creature and realize it's a moth-like creature. It has a humanoid appearance and almost looks like a man with wings.

He chirps at you as he gets near you, it gets stronger by the second.

He offers you a simple but pretty homemade necklace you saw, you look up into his ruby eyes.

You give him a warm smile and take the offer, he's put the necklace on you.

He made a loud purr sound as he pulled you closer, your face in his white fluffy fur around his neck. Hearing the vibration coming from him as you melt into him.

"mate." he softly spoke as his clawed fingers caressed your curvy body.

You look up and give him a sweet peak on the lips. At first he doesn't know this feeling but slowly gets lost in your soft plump lips.

You gasp a little feeling something poke your plushy thighs, you look down to see his member coming out of its fur, you start to rub your thighs together.

"Please take me" you whimper, he gladly obeys as his hands reach down under your dress and rips the panties off.

You gasp at the feeling of cold air on your soft skin, he pulls you up as you were shocked by how strong he is.

The feeling of his hips rolling up to meet your entrance, you moan and move your hips back.

Your hand moves down between bodies as you grab his cock and push down.

You whimper realize how big he is, he made a loud hissy like groan moving his hips up.

His clawed hands gridded your hips making his thrust deep and slow.

You roll your eyes back as he goes a bit faster. You hear him mumble some words and moan out.

His heavy white seed coats your inside too early, you sign and like how it feels.

You thought he's finished, that would be it right?

You moan out loud when he begins to roll his hips faster and harder, the sound of wet smacking echoing in your backyard as you are buried into his neck to stop the whines and moans.

"Breed... Breed mate." All you hear as if you didn't realize you were not on the ground, you see your house away as if you were in the middle air but at this point you don't care, it feels too good.

Your limps holding onto him as he's mated you in the air.

You begin to orgasm, your toes curl in on his lower back and he grunt out. He begins to shoot his heavy fertile load inside your  unprotected womb more.

Your walls are milking him for all his worth as he's slowly flying down to the ground where you live.

You pant heavily as you lean in to give kisses on his neck.

"I want more.. Please." He begs and on that night you didn't sleep at all, you have your lovely new companion mothman.

Nice and breed.

#fanfic #minors dni #shigaraki tomura #smut #bnha #mha #chubby reader #mothura x reader smut #moth shigaraki #moth shigaraki x reader smut #anime

[spacecowboyhotch]

Tolerate

summary: jake scours the city and comes home with way too many candles.

pairing: gn!reader x jake lockley

warnings: food mention, smoking mention

word count: 1.1k

gif credit: @marvel-daily

an: originally this concept was for the candle day of @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb but my brain wasn’t ready to finish it yet. hope y’all enjoy this little piece of grumpy fluff!

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Jake’s pissed off, which is nothing new.

Not at you— though you’re the reason he’s been driving around town for the last two hours. So maybe he is a little pissed off at you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he loves you and that he’s gone on this wild goose chase for you.

More than anything right now, he’s pissed off at candles. A specific candle. Your absolute favorite candle. He used to love it, though he never admitted that he loved the scent as much as you do. He could bet all the money he made cabbing people around this week that the smell of this candle would send him into a frenzy right now because he can’t find it.

You’re running low, the only one you have in the flat is probably burning right now, and it’s over halfway done. Steven suggested this, driving around to find a few to stock up on because of how much you enjoy it. Jake had agreed, he loves you and the gorgeous smile that spreads across your face when you get the first whiff. Marc has been eerily quiet, Jake knows that this is because you’ll be happy either way— you always are, always telling the three of them how they’re all you need.

He can hear Marc saying ‘She doesn’t need a candle, she has us. We can give her everything she needs’. You’ve made him comfortable that way— a feat that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

Jake’s cab has been full of nothing but a string of curses, the cap that always sits on his head abandoned in the passenger seat as he runs his hand through his curls in frustration.

His phone rings and he rolls his eyes, having half the mind to throw it out the window. His expression immediately softens when he sees that it’s you calling and despite his frustration he answers affectionately, “Yes, amor?”

Jake hadn’t been who you expected— though he is a pleasant surprise.

You grin at the sound of his voice as you open the fridge, looking around, “Oh, hi, baby. Are you working tonight?”

He can hear you pattering around the kitchen through the line, “Something like that.”

As usual, he sounds frustrated. You learned early on that this is just his voice— that you’d have to find other ways to figure out what he was truly feeling. But, tonight there is no underlying softness in his tone, no sigh of relief.

“Well, I’m wondering if I need to make dinner for both of us. Are you okay?”

His eyes skate over to the clock on his dashboard If the next store has the candles he should be able to make dinner.

“I’m fine, I should be there in an hour.”

Jake is late— an entire hour late when he walks through the door, with three large big brown paper bags. He was right, that godforsaken candle is burning, a mix of its warm scent and the aromas of dinner in the air. And while he’s good at staying rigid on the outside, he can’t deny how inviting the smell is. Even after all the frustration, coming home to you and your stupid, deliciously smelling candle is his solace.

You regard him curiously when he walks through with so much cargo. What did someone pay him in that required bags like these?

“What’s all this?”

“For you,” He grumbles, setting the bags on the couch beside you before dipping to press a quick kiss to your forehead.

Jake’s scent is a nice accompaniment to the smells already swirling through the air. He adds an earthy smell, a mix of the leather of his coat and the cigarettes you’re pestering him to quit.

He disappears into the kitchen then, no doubt in search for the food you spoke of on the phone.

“For me?” You can’t keep the excitement out of your voice as you rise up on your knees, peering down into one of the bags.

A knowing grin spreads across your face and you reach into the bag, holding up one of the many candles he’s bought. Taking the lid off you inhale deeply— as if the scent of the candle hasn’t already permeated the space. But with your nose right in it, it’s stronger, sweeter and your shoulders relax even more.

“You’re such a romantic, Lockley,” You tease, placing the candle back in the bag so that you can clear a space for him to sit beside you on the couch.

“I’m limiting your burning time, these better last us until we’re dead,” He says dryly as he returns from the kitchen, bowl of food in tow.

You raise your brows in faux offense, unable to hide the smile that spreads across your face, “That means you have to limit your own burning time too.”

“I don’t light candles.”

“Yeah, alright, baby.”

“They give me headaches, I can barely tolerate the smell,” He continues, though he sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself more than he’s trying to convince you.

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder with a cheeky smile, “I see. Is that why you went and bought…30 of them? Because they smell terrible?”

He shovels some rice into his mouth and points to his mouth as if to say he can’t speak with it full.

“You know I don’t care about seeing smooshed rice in your mouth.”

“I have manners,” He murmurs after he swallows.

“Okay, manner’s man, let me have this. Please,” You tack on at the end, gesturing your head to the bowl in his hands.

He looks at you skeptically but obliges. With the bowl now your hands you slide into his lap, tilting your head at him as you smile.

“What?”

“Thank you for buying an ungodly amount of our favorite candle.”

“Your favorite candle,” He corrects.

“Ours,” You repeat, leaning in to capture his mouth with yours.

He kisses you back, firm and demanding as always, his hand raising to cup your cheek. When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed, his mouth turned up just in the corner and you know you’ve won him over.

“You’re welcome, amor.”

“Are you admitting that you love the candle?”

“You don’t quit.”

“Well?”

“Yes, I like the candle. Happy?”

“Extremely. Now open up,” You demand with a grin, holding up a spoonful for him. “Please,” You add once he cocks an eyebrow at you silently— and he obliges with a grin of his own.

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#jake lockley x reader #reader x jake lockley #moonknight x reader #jake lockley #moonknight fanfiction #arson writes marvel #not cm

[massivechildturtle]

Random astrology observations-II

🌻- I always wondered why i love kids so much its now that i understand after knowing i have a stellium in my 5th house🍁

🌻- Can we just take a moment to appreciate Sagittarius men' beauty.. Like even if they are not physically attractive they just have some kind of charm in the way they talk and interact🍷🤌

🌻- if you are looking forward to have some deep conversations which can even be about how spirituality works.. Go find a water moon✨

🌻- No one would ever get to understand the love of a Capricorn placement with earthy colors/tones💓

🌻- how the hell do aquarius people manage to be out of the box every time whether it's about there fashion, music taste, or maybe simply a pose for a picture they are just uniquely eternal souls 🍁✨

🌻- libra men usually dont open up to everyone easily, being an air sign its hard for them to trust or open to an individual emotionally so even if u ask them what's wrong they would mostly avoid talking about it and would rather joke around.

🌻- every taurus I've met has been so nice and down to earth.. Hands down the best earth sign out of all for me.. And there's just something about a taurus's smile its so frickin cute🤧.

🌻- you will never meet a Pisces without an artistic talent it might depend which one is it.. It can be writing, singing, painting etc..

🌻- i have often seen that fathers with Capricorn placement are a bit too strict with their children.. Like my friend's dad is so rational that he thinks that a 9 to 5 job is all that a human needs😭.. But with all due respect they might not show it but they love their children unconditionally.

OK YOU GUYS THAT WAS PART 2 HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT.. SEE YAA✌🏻

#astrology tips #astrology observation #astrology notes #progressed chart #pisces #libra #sagitarius #aquarius #capricorn #jupiter in scorpio #venus in capricorn

[conscydraws]

Here's one of my entries for the @mxtxfoodzine done in collaboration with my old friend Aseneth.

And here comes a story how we created it.

The goal was to create a dish that can be a gesture of love and require some dedication to cook. Something that warms you up from within and make you sigh with delight after you are done with the meal. A crispy clay pot rice dish was picked almost randomly. Aseneth saw it and was like yeah, look how wholesome and hearty it looks! It has everything: meat, mushrooms, egg and veggies! Let's make it!

Can't say it was easy tho. Neither of us had clay pots and gas stoves, so it was a quest in itself to find the right pot and an alternative way to cook the dish.

Now I can say with confidence that Asian (Korean) pots for soup or porridge work the best. They are wide and have rounded bottoms which are perfect for fitting the ingredients and forming a crust on rice. And it's nice to eat directly from them.

I've tried a number of crispy clay pot rice recipes. I made my mind that I absolutely must add pork belly there, cause I was confident Wuxian will appreciate it. You have no idea how many ways there are to cook a pork belly in China. I had no idea as well. I've bought and used ingredients which I've never tried before. I've ruined my digestion system in the process of trying variants. And yet everything seemed a bit off. Luckily I've found a recipe of cured pork belly from a 103 old woman, which her granddaughter carefully wrote down and shared with the world. And after several more attempts to squeeze some vegetables into the recipe I finally gave up and took the route of traditional approach with that special cured pork belly. The dish became balanced at last. And marinated veggies served separately turned out to make the best garnish because of their sour taste, which suited the warm meaty, oily and earthy tones of the clay pot rice. Finally I was content. This recipe was designed for Wangji to make. It had to be nothing but perfect. And it should be cooked according to Chinese cuisine traditions.

We also wanted to show how meticulous Wangji can be with cooking. That's why he's looking at the cup like he's up to murder. He's just looking very closely if this is the right amount of broth to add to the rice. The recipe is written in academic style for the same reason.

So yeah, that's the story of our 9-month journey of creating this. Was super fun and exiting, I had perfect excuses to visit my friend more frequently than usual. But at times titiring and frustrating, cause oftentimes things didn't go as planned and were very time consuming. I'm totally up to repeating a similar experience in a year or two tho :D

I'll be very glad if someone will cook this and tell me or show me how it turned out. I hope you'll like it as much as I do! 😁

#conscydraws #mxtxfoodzine #mxtx #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan wangji #wei wuxian #crispy clay pot rice #chinese cuisine

[fivepointpalettes]

hi !! i was wondering if you could perhaps make a pallette or two for the names "boris" and/or "brutus" ?? you can do one or both - your choice !! some earthy tones would be nice for at least one of the pallettes... thank you in advance <33 !!

Hello! Absolutely, and I hope these work for you! Do let me know if you'd like something else! 😊

#fae9d9 | #ba3b01 | #624a1c | #4a3025 | #c48601

#eed3ba | #533617 | #ae5c36 | #4b170d | #cc731f

#f3dec1 | #cc921e | #886e2f | #593d22 | #da7200

#fde8d4 | #af3800 | #3b1e0d | #845c30 | #b66809

#fdcd9f | #8f6e32 | #d79000 | #a1552e | #824a08

#efe3b8 | #642f0e | #7b4f04 | #d76f4b | #cc970b

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#191722 | #382514 | #987456 | #8e281b | #c2a79e

#0d0c14 | #392117 | #7a5037 | #6c1f15 | #a98868

#210907 | #2a1d0f | #8c6151 | #893b16 | #a2865f

#201b36 | #4d231e | #af836c | #9b5d22 | #7b5741

#110b0b | #2e2013 | #735344 | #56412e | #a06d2c

#2a1b1b | #442922 | #8c6151 | #733a05 | #9a876c

#Palette #Colour palette #Beige #Red #Orange #Green #Brown #Yellow #Grey #Gray #Blue #Purple #Black #Long Post

[glitchy-npc]

Smooth As Silk

Series: Fallen Hero Pairing: @ladyshivs's Salvatore Anzetti (he/him) / Tegan Wells (he/him. Tegan's POV. Warnings: none Word count: 1054

It tastes too much like what I used to do back at the Farm not to leave a bad taste in my mouth but I can put the mask on all the same. Be confident, charming, respectable.

Play nice.

Allying with Mafioso wasn’t my first choice but the rumors coming out of San Francisco make me nervous and along with our mutual – well, friend seems too strong a word – Hollow Ground, the partnership makes sense. Even if it's just a facade, a unified front of the gangs of Los Diablos should be more than enough to give Lord Ember pause. 

If we can keep from killing each other. 

Navigating the city's underworld has always felt like wading into shark infested waters and hoping they don’t smell blood. It's the nature of this business, I just need to make sure I’m not the one bleeding. 

One look around Mafioso’s base tells me he’s a shark that feeds well.  It’s lavish, to the point of being gaudy, Salvatore Anzetti is a man that likes to flaunt and spend his money. 

Which means he probably doesn’t skimp on his security and defense measures either. How much of an idiot am I to have agreed to meet on his turf? How much trust am I willing to balance on this alliance? My strongest consolation is that if he wanted to take me out he wouldn’t have invited me to his home to do it. The furniture in here is too nice for bloodstains. 

And I can’t knock his hospitality. 

He doesn’t seem to have any concerns about turning his back to me to open a bottle of champagne. Real champagne, imported, expensive. He offers me a glass and I’m glad we decided to meet out of armor, the delicate crystal stems never would have stood a chance otherwise. 

“To our partnership, though temporary, may it be a fruitful one.” He toasts as our glasses clink together. There’s a flash of memory from past missions that's enough to make my teeth ache.  He wears the recognizable smile of an actor and a liar but it fits his face well.

Poison is a possibility, wouldn’t even notice it under the taste of alcohol and bubbles and it's less messy than a bullet, depending. 

He holds the glass to his lips, but doesn’t drink. He must know I’m considering the poison angle, daring me to take the first sip.

So I do. Hell, if I die at least it was good champagne. 

It's not as if I didn’t expect him to try and intimidate me, make me sweat a little. He takes a sip as well.

“So, Mafi-” I don’t even get the name out before he interrupts me. 

“Please, I’m not Hollow Ground, we can use names…Tegan.”

I hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t expected to like the way my name sounded on his lips either, not an insult, it sounded more like…no, that's ridiculous. 

“Very well.” I’ll save his name. No need to play every card yet. 

He plays with the stem of his champagne flute. “May I ask you a personal question?”

“How personal?”

“It's an innocent one, I promise.” His smile isn’t. I doubt there's anything innocent about a man like Salvatore. But now I’m curious and let him continue.

“Why all black?” He gestures to my suit.

“Matches the armor.” I shrug but it's the truth. I want to be seen as Retribution both in and out of the armor. 

“You look like you're dressed for a funeral.” His tone is light for a man talking about death. 

“That sends a message in itself, don’t you think?” 

He makes a small noise in agreement. Looking at his elaborate suit it's clear he knows how clothing can make a statement. The one he seems to be going for is ‘look at me’. 

“Still…” He steps closer. Too close. Close enough to catch his cologne, warm and earthy. He reaches out to the lapel of my jacket, testing the fabric between his fingers and thumb. “You could use a little color.” He drops his hand as he turns his back to me again, meandering to the other side of the room and I slowly let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. 

I’m proud of myself, I didn’t deck him, didn’t even flinch. After all, I’m here to play nice. 

He reaches the far wall, hand gliding over a panel I didn’t even see and when the door slides open automatically I can’t help my hand reach for my gun. Maybe I’ve lost my cool but If he’s going for a weapon he’s in for a surprise.

But it's not an armory, it's…a closet? He chuckles a little over his shoulder at my reaction and I cross my arms over my chest, forced to swallow my pride like a bad pill. 

He searches for something and I can't tell if he's genuinely looking or just wasting my time. He seems to find what he was looking for with a triumphant grin. He turns to display his discovery. 

It's a tie.

As he closes the distance between us again I can make out the details. It's a black silk tie but embroidered in the center is a single peacock feather in metallic blues, greens and what I can only assume is real gold thread. I won’t deny it's beautiful. 

“Consider it a gift.” He holds it out between long ringed fingers, gesturing to my lack of tie. “May I?”

I hadn’t worn one for a reason, no need to give him any extra leverage if it turned into a fight, but I surprise myself with a nod, I’m not sure I trust my words. 

What made me dodge the poison and the bullet only to gladly accept the noose? It's only as he slips it around my neck I realize it's not a noose but a snare, pulling me into a kiss I had half a million chances to stop.

I just didn’t want to. 

His lips are soft and warm and sweet from the champagne. He doesn't even tense when I slip my hand around the back of his neck pulling him closer. His tongue slides into my mouth like an open invitation and maybe he has the upper hand but…

I sure don't feel like I’m losing.

#fhr #ockiss24 #sal/tegan #my writing

[silver-heller]

HI what did you think about the new short and seeing your hubbies again? Was there something you liked about it specifically? The animation was so fluid as always, it was quite a treat today

Yo! I freaking loved it! I eat up any animation of Mordecai and Viktor, and you're right, this one was gorgeous looking. It's also really nice to see them before canon, and I hope we get more moments like this.

As for what I like about the short...Okay, I'm about to read too into it because that's what I do and I love it, but, I actually think it offers a surprising amount of characterization on Mordecai's part.

Spoilers below

Like, Mordecai seemed genuinely upset Viktor wasn't offering a challenge or putting any effort into it, in a frenzy looking for some strategy in his move to assure him Viktor had put some thought into it.

It makes me wonder if Mordecai acts out not out of maliciousness or a genuine dislike for anyone, but because he's either in desperate need of control anywhere in his life that he latches onto even the slightest mistakes to criticize someone, or he is just really in need of simulation on his level that he tries to convince those around him to at least try to combat his mind just like he does for them.

Except, there's another detail that gives way more clear answers if one takes a closer look at the table. Viktor was winning:

It may only be by one piece, but it is still "winning without a strategy" which is when Mordecai started acting out and insulted Viktor (yes there might be available actions for Mordecai to take on the board, but potentially just being behind might have been enough for Mordecai to feel self conscious, especially in this context). Mordecai did this all because he couldn't stand not being in control, he couldn't stand losing to someone who, in his eyes, had no strategy. Mordecai clearly does a lot better job at responding to patterns than spontaneity, so it frustrates him to no end he can't find a pattern.

Mordecai is a lot more sensitive than he looks or acts. This had nothing to do with strategies in reality, Mordecai just felt self conscious. Mordecai calms down the instant the game is out of the question and Viktor can no longer win, especially since Mordecai basically won by making Viktor flip out, calling it the "Viktor offensive" as if it were a valid strategy (it was his turn I believe, so I assume he means it that way). Heck, as far as we know he wasn't angry at all, he just behaved in that way to push Viktor over the edge (though I do think there is a genuine element to it, and Mordecai probably pretended it was just for show to mask

Also side note, I find it so cool even though both their eyes are green, they're clearly different shades of green. Mordecai's look colder while Viktor's are a more earthy tone, which fits both characters super well.

Though it's kind of heart breaking to see prequel Mordecai having so much energy when the Mordecai in the pilot was clearly very emotionally exhausted.

#humdinger👔 #undescribed

[madstwd]

Day 13 - Daryl Dixon x Reader

"Can't banish me, it's my room"

Season: 5/6

Words: 1k

Warnings: None

Hope you enjoy some fluff! Only 7 days left ❤️

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“The hell are you doing girl?” Daryl spoke as he walked up to the house. He had gotten back from a hunt only to find you on the porch holding cans of paint and choosing the best colour. He watched as you intensely stirred and considered each colour. “Oh hey! I found theses in a storage cupboard and I thought it would be nice to paint your room”

“Why it's fine”

“Well I thought it would be nice, plus everyone's going out and with my sprain I can't do anything” you replied. Daryl eyed you, he was thinking about how to go about this situation. “What colour ya thinking?” He asked. You were shocked by his response, “I'm not sure, maybe an earthy tone like brown or green. Something other than black” you said, showing him the collection of limited colours. He nodded. Daryl wanted to decorate his room, finally having his own space that was permanent and wasn't occupied by someone else. At the prison his cell was just littered with bolts and other things a few pelts from animals he thought were pretty. The idea was just overwhelming and he was shocked you seemed so eager to help him, without him asking. “Sure, do you need any help?”

“I was going to do it as a surprise, so no coming into your room as I paint it”

“Ya can't banish me, it's my room. Besides how ya gonna reach the high places” he joked. A small grin placed on his features. You slapped his arm, “I decorated my own place back in the day, I would have managed” you replied. Daryl laughed and raised an eyebrow, causing you to lightly punch his arm. “So which colour then? I like this green” you said pointing to a muted olive colour. Daryl thought for a moment, his brain not being very creative he found it hard to imagine the colour on the wall. You watched as he got lost in thought, his brain trying hard to imagine what would look best in the space. “Here I'll show you, can you carry the other pots?” You said, picking up the handle of two paint cans. He nodded, picking up the rest and following you.

His room was bland just like the prison, the wall bare and the room in dire need of a pop of colour. He watched as you pulled out a paint brush, dipping it in the colour and creating swatches. He smiled at the length you were going to help him settle more in Alexandria. “So which one?” You said now having the colours displayed neatly on the wall. He looked again, the swatches helping him visualise the colour more. “I'm stuck between the green and the grey” he replied. You nodded, giving him a small smile, “that's alright we can do both! If you paint that wall green then the rest will be grey, since we have more of the grey” you said, handing him a roller, brush and the paint. You both quickly got to work, you showed him how to cut in the edges allowing him to control the paint much better and get a better finish. Idle conversation filling the space made it comfortable and memorable for him. “I forgot how it feels decorating, I painted my whole apartment on my own. No one would help me” you said, wiping your brow with your forearm as the Virginian heat leaked into his room. “Never did this, Merle and I never had anything permanent” he mumbled, expecting you to be shocked or pity him. “Well we are doing it now” you said smiling. You knew about his past, helped him move on from it, and leave it in the past . He admired you, wanted to help you move forward as well. “Think of it like, painting over old cracks” you said, he nodded not replying. You turned to watch the man focus on evenly spreading the paint on the wall with the roller. He didn't fail to notice as you tried to sneak closer to him, confused as to what you were doing until he felt the paint swipe on his arm. “The hells that for!” he exclaimed, turning to look at you with the most offended look. You burst into laughter, before doing it again, his arm covered in two large swipes. He couldn't be made for long, the sound of your laughter almost making his knees buckle. Instead as you were distracted he swiped at your face, covering your cheek in green paint. He started to laugh at your shocked paint, clearly thinking he would ignore you or not find it as funny as you did. It quickly escalated into a paint battle. Your clothes were covered in paint as was his arms. The walls half done as you continued to dip and chase each other around. When he dipped his brush and chased you he dragged small paint marks as he ran around, which you didn't notice until you lost your footing sliding and crashing into the green wall.

“GOD! Are ya alright?!” He yelled quickly running over to you only doing the same thing and collapsing in a heap against you. The both of you laid looking at the ceiling laughing. Just two idiots covered in paint. “Are you okay?” He asked again, clutching his stomach from laughing too much. “Yes I'm okay! I might have a bruise but I had fun” you laughed. He smiled at you, laying watching you. You turned to meet his gaze smiling at him as well. Even though the community was hard to get used to, you had each other to make memories.

“You guys alright down there? We heard a crash, ``Rick called out. You and Daryl both giggling helping each other up.

“We are just fine”

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon

[sp4c3-b0y-123]

Hello, could I please have some therian tips for a striped hyena kin? Apologies if you need more detail than that for the request, as I've not seen one of these done before

Okie! What I was planning to do for tips was just some stuff like decor, clothes, activities and gear n stuff so I hope you can find something useful that might help you connect with your theriotype :3

Decor:

Hyenas live in quite a few habitats but mainly savannas, grasslands, woodlands, forest edges, etc. Depending on what you may feel connected to I would get some decor related to that, such as; you could just get some different plants that matched your habitat, and this one might not be available cuz heating can be expensive but keeping your house nice and warm :3 also making little forts can be super fun! Like a den, in the back of my closet I have some small lights and a bunch of blankets and I gotta crawl over stuff to get in there and it feels nice and private and cozy. Or even if you could get like a heated blanket in there and nuzzel on top of it, that might be rrly fun!

Clothes/Gear:

Wearing striped clothes in black/brown and just kinda earthy tones might be nice, I've also found quite a few hyena ear handbands. I haven't found too many hyena tails, but you could always make your own! Fursuit tails can get a little pricy,, so yarn tails could be a cheaper option.

Activities:

Do some quadrobics, I know that's a simple one but if your able to they can be super fun. I would also suggest practicing some vocals, maybe watch videos on them or a documentary and try and mimic there sounds. Hyenas are very smart, maybe challenge yourself with some puzzles or riddles!

Food:

Definitely meat(if you not vegan/vegetarian), but definitely don't make that your whole diet. Okay well I know some people do but um.. in my option I think you need a bit of everything😭 lol. Hyenas do eat a lot of everything tho, like I've read they eat eggs so again(if your not vegan) those might be nice to have a bit more of.

<3

#striped hyena #hyena #hyenakin #therian #therianthropy #otherkin #alterhuman #therian tips

[bigkpopstan]

What kind of lingerie do u think the enhypen members would like to wear?

I will do a description of what I think they’d like, color wise, design wise and include at least one pic as an example. turned into 2-3 but anyway !! enjoy:) pics of the pics to fit all of them and to hopefully reduce the risk of glitching.

pictures of both lingerie for fem bodied ppl and masc bodied ppl for reference of what I was thinking for each of them.

jake got both his…sets bc when I went to look for pics I could barely find good ones that worked like both ways and plus…I couldn’t leave out the first set it’s so pretty. trying not to spoil it lol.

18+ content.

warnings; the mental image men in lingerie/panties and bralettes (‘cross dressing’), sub enha, sexting mention, men wearing makeup, thongs & jockstraps mentioned, reference to ripping lingerie, and kind of alluding to camboy hee agenda.

->heeseung;

there’s smth about light/pastel pink and frilly that speak heeseung, esp if he’s wearing lingerie anyway. I can just picture him laying there in his pink panties with the ruffles playing with them (even a bra if he so chooses) while he’s recording a video to tease either his partner(s) at work or for his own (or others) enjoyment. I can also see him wearing a pretty white, probably lacey lingerie as well. you also can’t go wrong with a good black pair either so I think hee would be very traditional in most things he wears and would feel pretty/handsome in them anyway. he might even wear some pretty matching eye shadow if he’s really into it. maybe even like thongs or jockstraps further along the lines or as well I could those being something he’d try/be into.

->jay;

another classy man but I think he’d be too shy to go out of the box without a nudge so definitely would start with solid blacks, nothing fancy, nothing lacey, a solid black cotton probably just to try it out. I can picture him looking in the mirror checking himself out alone when he tries some on for the first time whining in embarrassment but liking the feel of it. later on i think I can see him trying something colorful and more…out of his comfort zone in a way? something more provocative. something bright with a mesh where it’s see through, I’m thinking a yellow bc he’s trying something new so why not try something on the complete opposite end to see where you stand, I also think it might compliment his skin tone well, like a more toned down pastel yellow against his golden skin while he shyly crosses his thighs. gasp before I forget a good dark green would probably compliment his skin, a good earthy green and probably a good deep red as well, his skin tone is just so gorgeous.

->jake;

I think so many colors would look good on him. from something warm to pastels, I think he’s got a broad range of interests as well. I think Jake is one of the most kinky and adventurous out of hyung line so I do think he’d go all out for lingerie. the ones with the straps, the crosses, the garters, the lace, the mesh, he’d try all of it at least once. I think he’d look good in a nice red or orange as well as a pastel blue, can never go wrong with a good black either. I think maybe he’d also like the one pieces? ooooh like the see through robes maybe as well, I think he’d like those and like to surprise his partner wearing one with a pretty lacey lingerie underneath. I also have this feeling that he’d be the one to wear a headpiece…he’d pair it with smth pretty in his hair like a crown or something. expects and even hopes some of his lingerie gets ruined by his partner(s) and their impatience.

->sunghoon;

fancy…I think, he would like to feel expensive. I can see him in whites, pastel pinks, pastel purple, but I can also see him in a deep dark purple and a dark blue as well. he likes the cotton, satin, something soft and smooth, I don’t think he’d like any scratchy fabric or a design too intense or something that could be “too much” or “too distracting” and I think it’s an “yeah it’s pretty but I’m gorgeous too and I want my underwear to be pretty enough to attract attention but not be too pretty where it’s getting all of the attention” if that makes sense. the other hyung that I think would wear jockstraps quite often but he does really enjoy to feel pretty in the nice soft lingeries for his own and his partners enjoyment. definitely has the panties with a bow on the front of it, multiple pairs in multiple colors and would love if his partner played with it, during foreplay or teasing. like heeseung he’d probably also take teasing pics vids of doing that for his partner(s) as well. didn’t think of this until I was looking for pictures but like lingerie that could pass as pajamas as well or pajamas that could count as lingerie like the satin shorts possibly with the matching bralette n stuff like that.

#sub!enhypen #sub enhypen #sub!heeseung #sub heeseung #sub!jay #sub jay #sub!jake #sub jake #sub!sunghoon #sub sunghoon #I know it’s late and I should be sleeping for work #but I decided to do this instead #posting this before I go into to work so I get it out before I forget !! #even tho is so early #for me at least

[earthyaries]

Hi! I’m submitting this for the style reading 💕 I sent payment through cash app(please tell if that worked because I have never done this before lol). Thank you!

General Info: I’m 4’11 and have dark brown(nearly black) curly hair and brown eyes. I have a smaller build(I think Alexa Demie would be a decent example of it idk). My face is like a weird combo of harsh and soft features, but overall I have been described as having an intimidating or scary face while looking young for my age.

Hii !! Yes, it worked :) Thank you for ur payment 🤍

1H - Leo ascendent + Leo Saturn & BML: Gold, bronze, & steel. Sultry & erotic; your 1H is giving me lioness vibes. Flaunt Leo’s influence on your appearance by keeping your hair long & dark, & consider going for a claw-like stiletto the next time you go for a manicure. Cat-eyes & gold shimmers. Sleek & sexy silhouettes. Show some character w an eyebrow piercing or a tooth gem on one of your canines.

2H - Leo/Virgo: The 2H is all about self esteem, so incorporating the 2H into the way we style ourselves will give us more self confidence. You’ll feel your best when you are enhancing your natural features & playing up the elements seen in your 1H. Your style should be refined & simple; Virgo does not like when things are too “busy”. Your wardrobe should consist of earthy & muted warm tones. Understated jewelry + shades of brown for your makeup. Your physical appearance should take the spotlight, not your clothes !

Sun in Scorpio (4H): The sun rules over self expression; we can use our sun signs as a tool for fashion, & doing so will bring forth more confidence, as well as make us feel more in tune w our charts. Your sun is in Scorpio in the 4H; you have a cool, reserved vibe & your style should match that. Nothing too fussy, as you are someone who prioritizes comfort. A nice leather coat, a trusty pair of jeans, some dark polarized sunglasses, + a staple black bag are some good places to start ! Low-cut or backless tops are perfect for when you want to have that sex-appeal without showing “too much”.

Venus in Capricorn (6H): Venus rules over personal aesthetics & all things "beauty”. Your Venus is in Capricorn, which means that you can appreciate subtlety. Invest in quality clothes, but be sparing when it comes to logos !! Capricorn blesses its natives w the gift of aging backwards, but if you want to look more your age: opt for timeless looks & a more mature closet.

Thanks for booking w me :)) I hope you love ur reading <3

[bunnakit]

i need to hear more about this root beer rating system. What's the best one you've had? is your favorite different? what are all the things you rank the root beer on?

OH BOY IM SO GLAD SOMEONE ASKED

So I've been working on this project since around the beginning of the year and it's been a ton of fun. I'll preface by saying I don't like overly sweet or vanilla root beer (which I saw you're fond of lol) - I tend to really like the ones with spicier notes! Here's a little screenshot of my rankings thus far, so far Sprecher and ZIA are tied for my favorites; the yucca root in the ZIA makes for a really nice earthy, spicy flavor that I really enjoy and it's regional which is always a treat. Sprecher just has a better full body flavor and it drinks really smoothly, and is made with honey which gives it less of a syrupy mouth feel!

OliPop was absolutely abysmal, I spit it out and poured it down the drain. It was SO offensive. If you like creamy/vanilla tones I'd highly recommend Stubborn! It drank almost like a root beer float in my opinion.

I may have strong opinions and some harsh critiques of some of these but like, again, they're just my opinion and food is so subjective~ I just hope maybe my notes and chart can help people find one they might like for their personal preferences!

Crossing my fingers maybe I can find some more to try this weekend, I'm rapidly running out of things that are available locally.

#prisms root beer ranking #prism goes full autism #im autistic its ok i can say it #honestly tho i recommend picking a fav treat and doing this #its so much fun to see the differences in brands