Hibiscus is NOT MINE!! They are my besties (@mr-jack-letterman) oc :]
give them some support!!
god I’m so tired from having to convert 54 SCREENSHOTS OF LORE
to a notes thingy
my hands hurt /hj
Astro’s ref sheet
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everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.
how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.
how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.
how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.
how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.
and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.
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it’s been some time, but i’m thinking about the apocalypse au again……. i’ve written about the gender inequality and the bride/husband selections and expectations shouldered in order to restore the population! but i also need to write more about the overblot virus itself and what it does to those who are infected. >:) because a certain few (compound leaders) may just be infected hehehe. <3
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like what if it's like in christmas movies, you are a career woman who is sick of everyone trying to get you a boyfriend. but itoshi sae is also sick of getting question about his relationship status, not exactly the guy with bright smiles who will change your mind about relationships.
nonetheless, somehow the two of you ended up on a dinner together and walked out with not a relationship, but instead a plan and a timeline of a fake relationship for a year. the first month is secret dates that somehow always ended up getting caught red handed by rin—or victim a; third month is moving in; then starting from the eleventh month it will be where the relationship is facing problems. then at the twelfth, the two of will break up and go on with a wound so deep that a new relationship will be impossible for the two of you for a while. it's a plan that you offered with a customer service smile and sae accepted because he is just sick of it all.
and then chats in between the meals happened, sae making sure no one touched in the part happened, sharing black coffee every morning happened, you finding sae's habits and such oddly adorable happened, and sae finding that whatever he is having with you is not bad at all. the oh moment hit. the staring at your back silently with wide eyes moment hit.
so at the ninth month, you decide to sped up the plan a little bit and tell him you will move out. you start this as a mature adult, so you will walk out before you no longer have the will to be one in front of him.
sae is like those christmas movies heroine in some ways. i no longer remember what sort of thought convinced me last 3 am but. he is. and he is a funny guy who i cant think of doing anything if it doesnt benefit his soccer career while also being the guy i really like to put in a domestic setting. probably because he is a family guy in some way???? (honestly i dont know) and then there is my recent obsession with ' i didnt mean to fall in love with you' kinda beat which go hand in hand with fake lovers. i really want this to be fluff full of moments shared together along with the crashing realization (that came twice) of "oh" moment from fake lovers trope. and. yeah im definitely confused but i think i got the spirit.
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Assignments Update!
Hey Doodlers! Exciting news- we're nearly finished with assignments!
After a lot of hard work on our end and patience from you, we're finally nearing the end of assignments. Which is so exciting!! We'll 100% be finished by the end of the day today, and will be sending them out tomorrow, January 5th, since it's getting pretty late for us and we want to be alert to make sure sending goes smoothly.
Thank you all for your kindness in dealing with the delays, we deeply appreciate it. We'll post when assignments start sending, and then post again when they're all sent out. We hope you're all as stoked as we are- go Doodlers!
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Effloresce snippet
“Ask me for help.” Rhysand was drawing magic hard enough it seemed to warp reality around him, dreaming starry shadows unfurled around his body, more menace than wings but for the borrow shape. “Ask me for help, Nesta Archeron, and I will lend my power to your people.”
Cassian, five hundred years of service lived, could have torn out his tongue in that second.
Instead, he caught Feyre’s eye.
Feyre, one hand bunched in Rhysand’s jacket- whether she really thought she was holding him back or anchoring herself, Cassian couldn’t imagine- shaking her head in sorrow. Grief. Looking past him to Nesta like her sister was making a mistake.
“Or,” Rhysand murmured, all velvet, “I can do it myself. I know how rare it is, for the legions to listen to a woman. Or even your own people. Ask me for help, Nesta, and it will be yours. I swear it.”
Cassian had seen her move before.
Knew perfectly well humanity was a truth held fractured in Nesta’s veins. That she could be terrifyingly quick, hold and maintain dominance like she’d been born for the way faeries communicated with each other.
There was no sound louder than her heartbeat.
Her rage, a scream of wind rattling the windows of the hall, a fear that wound all the way down to Cassian’s bones.
He blinked, and she was right in front of Rhysand.
“You will die on fire,” Nesta hissed, in a register no human throat could hold, “You will beg like the coward you are. No one will help you. No shadow will save you. You have spent centuries acting like no will matters but yours, but you will not be strong enough to survive. Maybe then I’ll ask your ashes what your help is worth.”
Rhysand, cruel as dawn, smiled.
But Cassian could see too, that he’d stopped breathing.
“It takes much more than fire to kill High Fae, Lady Archeron.”
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