#also if you're wondering why the banner looks different

[little-peril-stories]

Character Backstory Playlist Tag

I was tagged in this post by @mysticstarlightduck. Thanks for the tag!

Rules: Pick 5 songs you feel represent/inspired your OCs' backstories, or just otherwise fit their past's vibe/aesthetic. Choose as many or as few OCs as you want.

I'm leaving this an OPEN TAG - please play if you want, and let me know if you do! 💕

So I did once make a playlist for The Prince of Thieves (find it here), but it is a typical WIP playlist - not backstory-focused. (I *did* steal a few songs from there, though.) So this was a fun challenge!

Will and Jamie Wardrew

Tough to be a Dreamer by Felix Hagan & The Family

I built my castle on broken dreams, and as time goes by, I must admit it seems that I was sold a lie.

In the Meantime by Randall Kent

You’ve got a friend when times get mean; yeah, in the meantime, I’m on your team.

Same Suit, Different Tie by The Maine

All done up in my hand-me-down clothes, shaking off the dust and assuming a pose. Well, these threads are so old, but they'll never know. No one will ever know.

Is It Really You? by Loathe and Sleep Token

Face away, deal with the pain your own way.

Some Days by Brent Morgan

Some days I'm overwhelmed. Some days I'm lost inside this hell.

Bree Cooper / Breanna Hatchett

Sleepless Nights by Faber Drive

Put yourself in her position; all she needs is recognition. Love's not enough when you say it. Don't you know you gotta mean it?

Because of You by Kelly Clarkson

I will not make the same mistakes that you did; I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery… I was so young; you should have known better than to lean on me.

Running Away by Midnight Hour

I'll never let you find me; I'm leaving you behind with the past. No, I won't look back.

All I've Ever Known from Hadestown

I was alone so long, I didn't even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn't even know that I was cold.

(Un)Lost by The Maine

And you are not allowed to be anybody else. Control what you can and confront what you can't, and always remember how lucky you are to have yourself.

Colette Meunier

Boulangerie by Recent Rumours

She's gone, she's gone, she's gone; she's not coming back.

The Man by Taylor Swift

I'm so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man.

mars by YUNGBLOOD

She can't be herself when she's somebody else... Do you feel like you're irrelevant?

Perfect by Simple Plan

Hey, Dad... Did I grow up according to plan? Now it's just too late, and we can't go back. I'm sorry I can't be perfect.

Safe by All Time Low

Gotta take your time, find your space.

Geoff Marks

3 Hours of White Noise

Bonus Songs

Jamie & Will: I Steal Everything from Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

Want food, but got no money? I’m screwed, or so it would seem… That’s why I came up with this brilliant scheme! Just steal everything!

Bree & Colette: What the Hell by Avril Lavigne

All my life I've been good, but now I'm thinking, "What the hell?"

Will: I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie

In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule, I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black, and I held my tongue as she told me, "Son, fear is the heart of love," so I never went back.

Will: Where Dreams Go to Die by The Downtown Fiction

Teacher thinks you're rude, says, "I don't like your attitude." Well, maybe you're just condescending. But bring us up to follow rules and throw us all in cubic rooms - but we're not gonna sit by idle.

Breanna H: According to You by Orianthi

According to you, I'm stupid, I'm useless, I can't do anything right

Me begging my sisters for song recs because I had NO CLUE…

#tag game #character backstory playlist #also if you're wondering why the banner looks different #like different fonts and stuff #I'm learning to use Photoshop! and I wanted to practice #so I didn't have access to my usual Canva fonts etc #anyway nobody talk about how often Twisted shows up as inspiration for me #I just love it. OKAY? #and on an administrative note: the songs for Bree are obviously applicable to Bree (TPOT) and Breanna (TQOL) #and actually there's so much overlap between Bree and Colette's backstories lmao #so a few of them are applicable to both gals #anyway this was really difficult because I mostly like cheesy love songs or cheesy emo PINING FOR LOVE songs #neither of which have anything to do with my characters' backstories #le sigh #despite that it was fun!

[dreadsuitsamus]

Cute Aggression With Your Bleach Man Headcanons

author's note: this all started bc i wanted to bite kensei. also all of the banners you see in this post were created by the wonderful @actuallysaiyan!!! please give bacon lots of love, as she deserves every bit of it 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x gn!reader, grimmjow jeagerjaquez x gn!reader, renji abarai x gn!reader, byakuya kuchiki x gn!reader, kūgo ginjō x gn!reader

warnings: biting, grimmjow, mentions of alcohol, overall it's just fluff

Kensei is no stranger to receiving bites from partners. His big, muscled, veiny arms are just about the perfect target for anybody’s cute aggression!

So, surprisingly, it doesn't really bother him

This doesn't mean he understands, however

“Why are you like this?” He murmurs as you bite his bicep, having come up out of nowhere as he innocently reads in his armchair

It's not like you can be blamed!! He's the one wearing a compression tank top that makes him look a thousand times more delicious than he already is!!!

“‘ike ‘at?” Your teeth are still firmly latched into his flesh, but he does find the fact you're trying to still make conversation with him cute, and he kisses your temple before resuming his reading

Kensei Muguruma is soft and it's all your fault

And what's all his fault is being sleeveless all the time, thus provoking you!

He won't admit it, but he actually really loves when you bite him

You think he's cute :3

Admittedly, you don't often get cute aggression when you're with Grimmjow

Biting is often reserved for… Different feelings

But sometimes he's just the most adorable thing in this entire world, particularly when he's minding his own business, the demon on his shoulder having a nap and your teeth just itch for him

He's watching a movie, twirling a toothpick between his lips and is fully invested in the plot

You, however, are fully tuned into just how good his forearms look

You pounce right on him, your sharp teeth catching right onto one of those leanly muscled forearms

Your bite is rather strong, though it isn't as if Grimm doesn't deserve it

“Oi!” Grimm leaves the toothpick between his teeth as he uses his strong fingers to push your lower jaw together and release the bite. “Take me to dinner first!”

You're forced off of him quickly, and your boyfriend quickly tackles you to the floor

His bites can't exactly be chalked up to ‘cute’ aggression, though they’re certainly belligerent

Not that you mind these different feelings from him

As much as Renji tries to be cool and collected, he fails at it

The man is a bit of a klutz, and when he gets embarrassed he turns an adorable shade of pink!

So he sees more than his fair share of cute aggression from you

And goodness he doesn't get it. Which only spurs you on further!

It's movie night, and Renji’s decided to get fancy and make the popcorn on the stovetop rather than do the usual microwave popcorn

He's humming to himself, the kernels popping as if to his beat and he can't help but shimmy his hips a bit

He has got to spend less time on TikTok; he's had the same song in his head for days!

“Twin? Where have you been?” He sings, swinging his hips like they don't lie

There's a giggle from the doorway and Renji swings around, eyes wide and he knocks the lid from the pot in his haste

Popcorn begins to fly everywhere, and Renji’s socked foot slips on a bit of oil he spilled and subsequently forgot about, slamming right onto the floor

Your chest fills with love and you curl your fists before jumping on him, squeezing his face into your chest as hard as you can while layering kiss after kiss on him

The sore butt isn't very nice, but he decides he can make peace with it!

Cute isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you see your darling husband. Handsome, certainly. Refined, even. A big dork, absolutely!

Though it's during an evening tea time on the terrace when you first look at him and feel such… positive emotions that it makes your teeth clench and hands ache to pinch and squish his cheeks

He's beside you on the swing, having a sip from his teacup as the warm sun sets. His hair is silky and long, his lashes practically kissing his pale skin as he enjoys the warm tea

Your hands are already clasped together, fingers laced tightly. Byakuya can't help but run his thumb over your wedding band; it's a Kuchiki family heirloom and it's never looked better than right on your finger

And you'll swear on your life that when you brought his hand to your lips, it was just for a kiss to his knuckles

But your jaw had other plans, and that's when you oh so gently bite his hand. It isn't for long, and you do place an apologetic kiss after!

And then you realize yourself right after, and look up to find steel blue eyes staring at you with quizzical undertones

“What on earth are you doing?”

Laughing nervously, heat flushes the back of your neck. “I… I don't know. You looked so… so cute and sweet that I couldn't help myself.”

“Hm. Consider yourself, should this urge rise again. Such behavior is unbecoming of a Kuchiki, as you are aware.”

An attempt to hide how flustered and perhaps even pleased he is behind his next draw of tea is fruitless versus the pastel pink on the bridge of his nose

Despite living in a constant state of bastard, you find that Kūgo is often quite adorable!

He pouts rather habitually, though he doesn't always mean to

Whether he's rolling out pasta dough or working on his latest charcoal drawing, his lips press together in his bout of concentration, and sometimes the little pink tip of his tongue peeks out too

He loves to be on the receiving end of your overwhelming positive feelings so much that you almost think he does these things intentionally

But he's a bad actor, so it can't ever be anything but genuine

You hear some rustling downstairs and check the time: Kūgo must be home from his night out with his friends

You round the corner to see him sitting halfway up the stairs, his long body stretching out as he reaches towards you with a dopey smile on his face; he's plastered

And you want to be angry! He promised not to get drunk; you're set to have brunch with your parents tomorrow, and he's quite the bitch when he's hungover!

But then he makes the grabby hands and that pout comes to his lips, and his big brown eyes are so sad now too

“You're so cute, I wanna die.” You hop down to his level and crush him in a hug, swaying side to side as you coo, blowing a raspberry on his cheek too

Kūgo giggles at that, his cheeks turning red as he begs you to stop!

Which, of course, only continues the cycle! It takes ten minutes before you can finally get up to bed!

He's not quite as cute when he's hungover, but there's still enough of something precious in the man's pathetic, self-inflicted misery to earn him a kiss on the cheek

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x you #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #renji abarai x reader #renji abarai x you #byakuya kuchiki x you #byakuya kuchiki x reader #kugo ginjo x reader #kugo ginjo x you #bleach imagine #bleach x reader #x reader #reader insert

[navybrat817]

Valentine's Day Tradition

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky wants to get you the perfect Valentine's Day gift. Word Count: Over 1.4k Warnings: Fluff, mix of nerves and confidence, slight feels (it's me), canon divergent, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: For @the-slumberparty 's Blast From the Past challenge, I went with A New Tradition Bucky. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

As Bucky circled the shop for the umpteenth time, he felt like the worst boyfriend alive. Valentine's Day was almost here and he had no idea what to get you. Even though you assured him that he didn't have to get you anything, he refused to turn up at your place empty-handed. He also knew he wanted your gift to be something special, especially since it was the first holiday the two of you were celebrating together as a couple.

Why is this so difficult?

He knew well enough that you didn't want anything extravagant, like an over the top fancy dinner. The traditional route of flowers and chocolate didn't sound like a bad idea, but any guy could do that for you. What could he do to make it unforgettable? How could he make this Valentine's Day stand out?

"You're overthinking again, aren't you?" Steve asked.

"Steve, this is hopeless and I'm not overthinking," Bucky replied into the phone as his friend chuckled. "Okay, maybe a little, but why can't I figure this out?"

"Because you're overthinking."

"Like you didn't overthink with your gift," he argued.

"We're not talking about me. We're talking about you," Steve said.

"I used to be good with women," Bucky sighed.

"You still are, otherwise you wouldn't be in a relationship."

Fair.

"The jury is still out on whether she made the right choice by choosing me as her man," he said.

"She's good for you and you know it," he said.

Steve was happy that Bucky started dating you. God knows he had to hear enough about you before you got together. It was only fair since he got to hear all about his writer girlfriend. He wondered when his best friend would pop the question.

Hopefully soon.

"So you really don't have any ideas?" Steve asked.

Bucky stopped in front of one of the displays where a few other guys stood. "No, but she did jokingly request no jewelry."

"Well, she does make jewelry," Steve teased.

A small smile touched his lips. You put so much thought and care into every piece you made. As nice as it was to maybe get you more tools and supplies, he could do that any day of the week. It wasn't romantic enough.

"Buck, I can practically hear you overthinking again," Steve sighed.

"Because I'm stuck!" he said, wincing once he realized he raised his voice and ignoring some of the funny looks he got. "I just want it to be special, you know?"

"Then get her something from the heart."

"That's your advice?" he scoffed as he walked away from the jewelry. "This is for the beautiful woman who made me personalized dog tags. I'm just an old science nerd who likes to read and…"

Bucky trailed off as he stopped at another display. The answer was so simple. Why hadn't he thought of it sooner?

"You figured it out, didn't you?"

"I did," he answered, smiling as he looked back at the jewelry. "And I may have even come up with a new holiday tradition."

"That's it. I can't eat another bite," you said, dropping your fork on your plate and rubbing your stomach. "You've outdone yourself."

Bucky's cheeks warmed as he smiled. He expected to be nervous tonight, but he felt good. Confident. It was nice to be comfortable in his skin.

He knew he wouldn't feel that way every day, but your smiling face made a huge difference.

"You helped me make the meal," he reminded you, reaching over to brush the corner of your mouth with his thumb. "But keep stroking my ego. I like it."

You grabbed his wrist before he could pull his hand away and teasingly nibbled the tip of his thumb. "Play your cards right and I'll stroke something else, Jamie."

This woman might be the death of me. What a way to go.

"So, you're telling me you want dessert," he smirked, purposely deepening his voice and licking his bottom lip.

You inhaled sharply as you released his wrist. Even though the two of you decided not to go out to dinner, he dressed nicely for you. The short dress you picked even matched the color of his top.

Proof that we fit together.

"I very much want dessert," you said, leaning forward on the table to give him a generous view of your chest. Was it impolite to stare? "I also want to give you your gift before we watch a movie."

Homemade meal, gifts, and a movie. It was the perfect, low-key evening. As long as you liked what he picked out for you.

If you hate it, I'm blaming Steve for the advice he gave me.

After clearing the table, because no way in hell was he making you clean, he joined you in the living room. The blanket and pillows were already set up on the couch and he wondered how far you two would make it through the film. Would you prefer for him to be a gentleman or an animal?

Maybe a bit of both.

"Since I didn't have your gift ready in December, I think it's only fair that you open your gift first," he said, setting the box on the coffee table.

"If you insist," you smiled.

The confidence Bucky felt earlier began to slip away as you examined the box and began to unwrap it. Maybe he should've picked prettier wrapping paper, even though it was going to end up in the trash. No, he had no reason to be nervous. You were going to love your gift.

I hope.

"Oh, my God," you gasped, smiling as you lifted up your present and looked it over.

The flower inside the glass case was unique and beautiful. The gold leaves shined as you spun it in your hand, along with the rainbow colored petals. The additional LED lights would bring an extra layer of brightness to your gift.

"I did some research after I saw a Beauty and the Beast display at a shop. It's called a galaxy rose. I know flowers are traditional for Valentine's Day, but I wanted something that would last," he explained, wiping his palm on his pants as you lifted the gift from the carton. When did he start sweating? "So I got you a rose that will never fade away."

Is that romantic or lame?

"It's perfect," you said, your eyes shining as you set it down and shifted on the cushion to face him completely. He let out a breath as you placed your hand on his cheek. The happiness that radiated from you was worth every moment he agonized over your gift. "I love it."

"I know it isn't the Beauty and the Beast rose, but it'll do," he smiled, placing his hand over yours.

"I'm clearly the Beast since I would gift you with a library if I could," you giggled.

We can build a library together.

"You're Beauty and you know it," he smiled, reaching into his pocket. "But there's still one more thing."

"There's more?" you asked as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and opened his fist.

In the palm of his hand sat a heart shaped rose quartz with the word "heart" etched in the middle.

"The science nerd in me and the jeweler in you. I mean, I'm not a geologist, but I thought this was fitting," he said, placing the stone in your hand. "You said you wanted to start new traditions. And for every holiday I spend with you, I want to give you a new stone with a new word. Something small, but meaningful for both of us."

Something from my heart.

Your eyes watered as you closed your hand around the quartz and for a moment you didn't speak.

God, you hate it. So much for new traditions.

"Jamie," you sniffled as a tear slid down your cheek. You opened your mouth to speak again, but instead pressed your lips against his. Heat rushed through him as he tenderly returned the kiss. "Thank you for making tonight so special. I won't forget it."

Mission success.

"The night isn't over yet," he whispered, unable to resist teasing you with his next statement. "I still have my gift to open."

You giggled, the quartz still in your hand as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

Best Valentine's Day ever.

New tradition in the books! Wonder what the next holiday will be. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #navy and roo's sleepover #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you

[ewanmitchellconnoisseur]

"𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆" 𝑬𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

A/N: This is part two of the Anti-Love Ettore one-shot.

Summary: Ettore mistakes a suggestion of yours as a sign that you're distancing yourself. It only gets worse when he spots you with some guy he's never seen before.

TW: Smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), fingering, tiddy sucking, lactation kink (with no lactation) p in v, creampie, bondage, vibrator play, violence

Word Count: 3k (I think this is the longest fic I've ever done lol)

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Your head was lying on his chest as you lazily drew shapes on his forearm over his tattoo. His hands gently rubbed your lower back as you both just lay there not needing to say any words. Just enjoying the moment.

Ettore had become fond of these moments. How calm they were. It was a big difference to how chaotic his life had always been. With you, there was only peace.

"Ettore?" As your voice reaches his ears he blinks back to reality and looks down at you. "Did you hear what I said?" He shakes his head while still rubbing your lower back.

"You should try BDSM. I think it would suit you. It would also keep you out of trouble." Ettore had heard of BDSM before but the costs alone to build a playroom was more than he had.

But that wasn't what was running through his mind right now. Why were you telling him this? He has no use for some random submissive girl when he has you. Were you getting tired of him? Did you find someone else?

You babbled on for a while about how you could help him start. Ettore didn't say a word the entire time. His brain bounced between different theories as to why you were all of a sudden interested in finding him a new fuck buddy.

Only when you moved to sit on top of him, straddling him, did he snap out of his thoughts. He looked up at you and held on to your waist.

"You ok?" He nodded. You knew he was a man of few words and expressed how he felt in other ways. His hips bucked upwards as he felt the heat radiating from your body just above his cock. It slowly hardened as Ettore thought of fucking any ideas you had of leaving him out of you.

Before he could initiate anything you kissed his cheek and got off of him saying you had to go.

To you, he was just being his normal self. You never would have imagined the turmoil going on in his head, the plans that were brewing. If only he had been honest from then about his feelings.

It could have saved you both some pain.

A day had gone by since you introduced the BDSM idea to Ettore. You had gone off to do God knows what. He assumed you were stealing stuff as you typically did in your spare time. He had calmed down slightly but his brain was still racked with thoughts of why you had brought it all up in the first place.

He managed to tell himself there was no cause for worry. That was until he tried to call you to hook up and you didn't answer. It only got worse when he texted you telling you to come over and you replied with "Can't. Im busy.".

Busy? Busy doing what? With who?

He paced around his apartment. Wondering if he should call you again. He chewed on his nails till they were too short to chew anymore. No matter how many deep breaths he took he couldn't calm himself. He had to know what you were doing.

In a matter of minutes Ettore was dressed and at the mall in a grey sweat suit with a black jacket. He had his hood up as he stalked around the local mall looking for you. He was there for about 30 minutes before he spotted you quickly walking out of a store.

A smile rose on his face when he saw you pull something out of your pocket with a smile.

See Ettore? She's just doing her typical shit.

The smile only dropped when he watched you turn around and wait for a boy to run out of the store after you. He was being chased by a security guard. You took his hand and began running as you both were in a fit of giggles.

The sight made his blood boil. He felt hot in his own skin and just wanted to crawl out. The guard gave up on chasing you both and returned to the store. Ettore began walking in the direction you both went. He needed answers. Who was this guy? Why were you holding his hand? Is he who you decided to spend your time with instead of being fucked by him?

He picked up the pace until he caught sight of the two of you heading towards one of the exits. it led towards the loading dock and was pretty much an abandoned side of the mall that barely anyone shopped in. He did his best to stay out of sight but with every step he just wanted to finally reach the two of you.

And when he finally does it changes your relationship forever. You barely have time to react as the man you are next to gets grabbed backwards by his hoodie and face-slammed into a brick wall. You scream as you see Ettore get on top of him and punch him repeatedly.

The man your with weakly tries to protect his head as Ettore continues to hit him in the head.

"Ettore stop! Get off of him!" You try to pull him off but that only redirects his anger. He stands up and shoves you. You stumble back and fall to the ground your hands scraping against the tough concrete. Ettore, driven by anger, pulls back his fist as if he is about to punch you.

And thats when he sees it.

The terror in your eyes. The tears that fall down your cheek.

The same look he saw in the eyes of the women he killed.

Seeing that look in your eyes. Your eyes... hurt him. Without knowing it you were the air he breathed. To know he had made you fear him, terrified him. He lowered his arm and ran off saying nothing else.

He doesn't remember much about what happened that night. He wakes up to his apartment trashed and can only assume his emotions got the better of him. He had sent you more messages than he could count and called you countless times. You ignored every call and message.

He didn't know where you lived considering you only ever hooked up at his place.

He had to get you to forgive him. He couldn't continue without you. He couldn't breathe without you.

He told himself that this wasn't love. That this was just fear of losing what you offered. Your wonderful pussy. The amazing sex. Thats all he's scared of losing, not you. He could care less about you.

It took him almost a week before he found out where you lived. He knew what bars you liked to hang out and started asking around. You were smart not to go out knowing he would be looking for you but eventually, you needed groceries. You stepped out to do some shopping wearing a more discreet outfit than you would usually wear.

Ettore watched from across the street as you pulled up your hood and walked towards the bus stop. He knew you would be gone a while and would give him time to do what he needed to.

You returned from shopping and carried in your grocery bags struggling a bit as the plastics pinched your fingers.

It's only when you step inside your apartment and place them on the table do you feel how the tense air. Your apartment feels different than before. You grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slowly walked towards your bedroom.

As you pushed open the door everything looked the same. You relaxed and took a deep breath.

Im just on edge. I need to relax.

"Drop it." You immediately tense as you hear his voice. You do as he says and drop the knife to the ground. "Turn around." Your heart beats in your chest, you're not scared of him, you never are, but you're scared of the confrontation. You turn around and face him.

"Ettore." He simply stares at you. When you first lay your eyes on him you notice his appearance. He doesn't look...well. His skin was pale and had dark bags under his eyes.

"You've ignored all of my calls and all my messages." He slowly takes a step forward and you respond with a step back.

"What was I supposed to say-"

"Hello, good morning, how are you? Fuck baby I don't know just talk to me-" He takes another step closer and you raise your hand.

"You beat my friend for no reason. Then you pushed-" He closes the gap between the two of you and pulls you against him.

"I didn't mean to...I...Im sorry." Ettore was not one to say im sorry. "Im sorry that I hurt you." He leaned down and kissed up your next stopping at your ear. "But im not sorry for beating that fucker up. He was touching you." He resumed kissing you while backing you up against the wall.

"He was just a friend." You want to be mad at him for what he did. You want to yell at him for being so violent but you can't.

"You ditched fucking me to hang out with him. You kept talking about this BDSM shit. You were planning on leaving me for him. I won't let you. I can't let you."

It all falls into place in your mind. He thought you were abandoning him. The realization made you smile and effectively softened your resolve. He was just scared to lose you, and this was his fucked up way of saying it.

You push him back slightly so you can see his face. Your hand runs over his cheek and he nuzzles into your hand.

"I wasn't leaving. I just thought maybe you'd like it more if...if you weren't just fucking me all the time..."

Deep down you had started to worry that over time Ettore could eventually become bored of you and even deeper down you slowly developed feelings for him. You knew he would never want a real relationship, and even if he did it wouldn't resemble the ones you see in movies. The ones you yearned for as a girl.

"I don't want no one else but you." He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to say something but pauses every time. He leans down and kisses you cradling your face. It's softer than any kiss has ever given you. "And I don't want you to be anyone else's but mine."

You knew this was his way of saying it without saying it. He wants you to be his and he wants to be yours. Ettore watches as a smile creeps on your face and he knows you understood what he meant. He pulls you back into the kiss while walking you backwards into your room.

You end up falling on the bed and he crawls on top of you already pulling at your clothes. He undresses you while kissing every bit of newly exposed skin until you're fully naked in front of him.

He's still fully undressed and the idea makes you feel vulnerable. He has seen your body hundreds of times but you still press your legs together while your arms cover your tits.

He gently pushes a knee in between your legs opening them back up as his hands uncross your arms.

"You're beautiful." He rolls one of your nipples in his fingers while he suckles the other imagining again what it would feel like for milk to flow into his throat. The thought made him painfully hard.

He stands up for a moment and walks away before coming back. You sit up and watch as he undresses slowly before walking over to your dresser.

"I was doing some snooping earlier..." He looks over at you and smirks as his hands rest on the first drawer. You already know what it is he found and can't help but smile. He opens the drawer and pulls out your vibrator and a pair of handcuffs. He looks at you with one eyebrow raised. "Care to share why you have these."

You can't shake the smirk off of your face as he walks over.

"Move up." You do as he says and move up higher on the bed. Ettore returns above you and grabs your wrists positioning them above your head. He threads the handcuffs through one of the gaps of your headboard then locks each wrist. "You gonna be a good girl for me yeah?"

You nod as he kisses his way down in between your legs. He places a soft kiss on your clit before sucking on it gently. He looks up and watches as your mouth hangs open and your head is thrown back.

He moves on to fucking you with his tongue holding you tight as you try to squirm away. Ettore adds pushes in a finger and pumps it in and out of you at a relentless pace. His finger easily brushes that sweet spot and has your back arching off the bed.

You want to touch him and try to pull your hands but are only reminded that you're bound by the tightness of the cuffs.

He can feel you clenching around his finger and all he could do is smile against your pussy. As you cum Ettore praises you saying you did so well but he doesn't stop he asks you to cum again around his fingers and brings the vibrator to your clit as he adds another inside of you.

He doesn't stop fucking you with his fingers and the vibrator as he comes up and takes one of your nipples in his mouth while watching you. Your legs shake as you give him another orgasm, shivers running up your spine. He removes the vibrator and his fingers kiss your jaw.

"You did so good." He slides himself through your folds gathering your wetness on his tip. Instinctively you try to move away from being overstimulated but he holds you in one place. His eyebrows are knit together and his mouth hangs open as he finally pushes himself inside. "Relax for me, baby." Although it's only been a week since you've last fucked you're back to being tight from the lack of his cock keeping you stretched.

You both groan when he finally bottoms out. The hairs on the base of his cock brush against your clit only making you whimper more from the contact.

Ettore sits up and grabs onto your waist holding on as leverage so he can fuck you. He watches as a white ring forms around the base of his cock and how easily he slides into you now that you soaked. the only sounds heard are your whimpers and the wet smack of his hips against your ass.

"Fuck- please Ettore." He doesn't know what your begging for but stares at your face in pride as it's screwed with pleasure. He knows no one else could make you feel this way and it only inflates his ego more.

"Does it feel good baby?" He reaches back for the vibrator and brings it down onto your clit again. At this point, tears have formed in your eyes from how fucking good this all feels.

"It's always so good." You whimper arching your hips so he slides in deeper. He can feel your pussy spazzing around him. "Fuck fuck fuck." You draw in a short breath as another orgasm washes over you. You feel heavy and spent as Ettore removes the vibrator and comes up and kisses your neck and chest.

"One more. You can give me one more." He reaches over on your nightstand and grabs the key for the handcuffs. He unlocks the cuffs and turns you over so you're lying on top of him. "Please. Please ride me." Despite how tired your body feels from the three orgasms he has drawn out from you, you sit up and look down at him.

You lift your hips slightly and reach in between you two grabbing his cock. Ettore moans as your hands wrap around him while you line yourself up. His moan only gets louder as you sink down fully on his length.

He holds on to your tits as you bounce up and down his cock rolling both nipples in between his fingers. You do your best to set a pace you know will have him cumming in a minute but you're still so tired. Ettore notices and places both hands on your hips lifting you up and down and helping you to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Fuck!" He throws his head back as he feels the tip of his cock hit your cervix. "I love you so much." The words were out of his mouth before he could control them. And though you're not sure if he means them or if they hold the same meaning for you as they do him but it only fuels you more.

You meet his thrusts and feel him throbbing inside of you. His face is screwed in what looks more like pain than pleasure as he begs you to make him cum.

"I can't cum if you don't. Please." He circles your clit once more and tells you how much he needs it. How much he needs to feel you cumming around him, how that will tell him you love him too.

You finally do cum and fall against his chest as he keeps holding on to your hips fucking up into you, his balls slapping against your ass and the vulgar noises of your bodies connecting filling your ears before he pushes you down as far as he can forcing you there. You feel him cum deep inside you moaning loudly as 'thank you' flows repeatedly from his lips like a prayer.

He eases up slightly as he rolls over and pins you down not taking himself out of you. Your breathing evens out as he kisses you gently. A drastic contrast to how ruthlessly he just fucked you.

"I meant it. Every word." Your heart flutters at his confession. He kisses you deeply.

He knows he can't let you go. But he also knows you won't stay without that confession. Even if it was hard for him to say it he was glad he did.

You both lay there wrapped in each other's embraces. Scared but excited to see where this will take you.

Nothing could go wrong now...

....Right?

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this! I still have an ideal 2 additional chapters planned out. The next one is shorter but still good!

Gen Taglist: @valeskafics @thought--bubble @dixie-elocin

"Fuck Love" Taglist: @hi-eleonora @scarletbedlam @fan-goddess @qyburnsghost

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My Love, Mine All Mine

A/N: HELLLOOOO!!! I'm back! Sorry for the loooooooong period of inactivity. I was struggling to write for a while but some good good friends of mine helped inspire me and this is the result of that. My writing my be rusty so apologies if it's a bit meh.

Also NEW FANDOM!!! Natasha O'Keeffe... if you're free next Thursday I have a day off and I am totally 100% free.

Lanfear x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, fluff, lots of touching, mentions of violence... nothing graphic I don't think, Moiraine isn't nice in this, reader is female but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible.

Title inspired by the Mitski song of the same name, Lanfear would listen to it and think of her love I KNOW IT

Tagged: @baubeautyandthegeek

You don’t remember falling asleep, but as you woke up you felt soft fingers tracing along your scalp, another gentle hand holding you close to someone tightly. You shuffled in closer to them but kept your eyes shut, hearing them exhale a laugh. 

“Still feeling tired, my darling?” Lanfear muttered gently against your head, making you smile where your head rested against her shoulder. You nodded your head against her shoulder once you were comfortable, feeling her hold you tighter. 

If you could, you wouldn’t ever leave her embrace, she was always so warm and gentle, not like the Forsaken you’d been told about so often. Moiraine had warned you she wasn’t to be trusted, but you’d seen a completely different side to her, one you couldn’t have imagined. When those Whitecloaks stormed Falme and Lanfear saw you in danger, being chased by some of those wretched men, she had to step in. You were too busy watching them to notice the tall, raven-haired woman not too far ahead of you. You stumbled into her, but she caught you with ease. You hid your face against her shoulder as you heard the men screaming, not daring to turn and look at them, or whatever this woman was doing to them. She held you close without thinking.

“Are you alright?” She asked gently, wondering how you were left alone in the midst of an attack. 

“Y-Yes… I think so. How did you-” The woman began pulling you away from the destruction and fighting and into the tower, finding a room that was secluded enough the two of you wouldn’t be found. 

“Who are you?” You asked, watching as she turned her head to face you.

“And why would you need to know that?” She’d turned her whole body to face you now, allowing you to look at her properly for the first time. She was gorgeous. Pale skin, bright blue eyes, long black hair that fell against her back. You’d never seen a woman so gorgeous.

“Hello?” She clicked her fingers in your face to get your attention, not missing the slight blush that crept up on her cheeks at the attention, nor the bashful smile she gave you.

“Sorry… I just wanted to know who saved me so I could thank them properly,” You replied, still looking at her in awe of her beauty. Her hand gently touched your cheek, stroking it with her fingers. 

“Lanfear,” She spoke quietly, as if muttering her name was dangerous. It was an unusual name, but still pretty nonetheless. You smiled at her as you told her your name. 

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” you blushed. The screaming began to die down from outside, both of you listening intently. “Hmm… I think it’s safe to go back out.” You suggested, her hand still holding your cheek gently. 

“Maybe, I think we should stay here a little longer. Just to be safe,” She’d moved closer to you, noses almost touching. 

“I think that’s a smart idea,” You agreed, finding yourself more drawn to her by the minute.

Surprisingly, you spent most of that time finding out about each other, Lanfear asking you more questions than her answering yours. After a while you both decided to emerge, Lanfear holding your hand ‘as a way to protect you’, she’d said. Not that you didn’t want her to, her hand was soft and warm. You both stood, dotted amongst the crowd as the banner was raised across the sky in fire, the Dragon claiming himself. You watched as Lanfear smiled proudly and you couldn’t help but smile at her. She glanced over at you, smiling brighter as she tugged you closer with her hand. She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek as her arm snuck around your waist. You could feel the blush rushing to your cheeks as you leant against her. 

Later on, when you and Moiraine found each other in Falme, you’d spent most of the time talking about Rand and what had happened. When you mentioned a dark-haired woman saving you she stilled. When you told her who’d done it, she looked exasperated. 

“She cannot be trusted! She’s a Forsaken, one of the Dark Lord’s most powerful soldiers. And you’ve been aimlessly flirting with her?!? I never took you for an idiot, but this is a stupid move from you.” Moiraine’s words stung, the harshness of her tone breaking your heart. You couldn’t see how Lanfear could be that person. 

“She isn’t like that Moiraine! She wants to see the world and explore, she wants to make this world a better place. If she is a Forsaken, then she’s the nicest I’ve ever met! And if she’s really as evil as you say she is, why did she save me from Whitecloaks? Why did she protect me and hide the pair of us away from them until it was safe?”

“There may be an ulterior motive that we’re not seeing… I don’t see what she would gain from having you in her grasp. Hardly the strongest channeller,” Moiraine kept laying down harsh criticism after harsh criticism, so much so you fled the room after a while, not wanting to listen to it anymore. You walked the streets of Falme haphazardly, the tears blurring your vision until you bumped into someone.

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I- Lanfear?” Lanfear stood before you, arms holding your shoulders gently. The second she saw your tear stained cheeks and felt the way you were shaking, she whisked you away back to her room. Her arms wrapped around you so tightly, feeling you sob into her chest made her heart shatter. She’d have to make whoever hurt you like this pay.

“Who did this to you, sweetheart?” She asked you, once again her voice light and soft, making you question how she could be a Forsaken.

“Who hurt you like this? I can’t stand to see anyone hurting you like this,” Lanfear pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ears before holding your cheeks. Her thumbs wiped at the still falling tears.

“I-It was Moiraine. She- she told me you’re a- a Forsaken. Is it true?” You looked her in the eyes and saw fear creep into them. 

“I am, darling. But I promise you, I mean you no harm. All I wanted to do was save a pretty girl from a bunch of evil men, I didn’t expect to find her so beautiful and charming.”

She smiled at you so softly, her lips leaving a featherlight kiss above each of your eyes, the soreness from crying disappearing. 

“She told me you must’ve had an ulterior motive for saving me. But it couldn’t be for my channelling because I’m not strong enough, can’t be connected to an Ajah, there’s no way I’m powerful enough to become one. I’m not that pretty, I don’t have any good or royal connections… I’m-“ She cut you off by kissing your lips gently. They were soft, featherlight yet almost dominating. She knew what she wanted from this kiss and she would have it. And you’d let her take it.

“I don’t want to hear you say anything negative about yourself like that… Ever. You’re beautiful, and from what you told me earlier, brave, kind and smart. As for channelling, well, you’ve got me. I can help you train and keep you safe. I can protect you from anyone who wishes to harm you. Even that little Aes Sedai. If you want me to?” Her eyes were expressive, showing the clear desperation she felt to keep you safe. You couldn’t deny you felt automatically safe around her, wanting to stick by her side. Especially after the way Moiraine spoke to you. You nodded, wanting her to keep you safe for as long as she could, before she kissed you once more. 

You both spent a lot of time running from Moiraine and Lan, staying in the most obscure places you could, exploring the world as much as you could at the same time. That’s what led you here, to this small cabin in the middle of the woods. It had been quiet and sweet, almost romantic without the given circumstances. As Lanfear’s fingers continued to massage your head gently, you smiled, feeling content with her in that moment. 

“When did you get back?” You asked, feeling guilty for missing her coming home. 

“I’m not sure, you were asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake you, you looked so peaceful. And I know it’s been hard for you to rest,” Lanfear watched you snuggle up closer, moving your head to rest gently on her chest. 

“I find it hard to sleep when you’re not home… or at least when I don’t know where you are. I don’t want anyone hurting you,” You didn’t want to admit the truth to her. The fear you felt whenever you were travelling between places was inevitable, but when she was gone, your fear increased tenfold. She cupped your chin with her fingers softly, before turning you to face her. 

“Baby, it pains me far too much to be away from you. And I’ll always, always come back to you no matter what. I can’t bear to think about your little heartbroken face. Thinking about anyone even thinking about hurting you makes me want to unleash the true extent of my power upon the world,” Lanfear kissed the corner of your mouth, the softness of her lips always surprising you. You moved a hand to cup her cheek, pulling her even closer to you. Your nose almost bumped her own, much like when you were first together in Falme. 

“And that little Aes Sedai won’t be finding us for a little while,” Lanfear’s breath was hot against your face, her lips claiming your own gently, before you pulled away softly.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Part of you was slightly concerned at what she might’ve done to Moiraine and Lan, but most of you was happy to finally have time with Lanfear that wouldn’t be cut short by their sudden appearance or needing to leave so they wouldn’t appear. 

“They aren’t injured or hurt… I may have lured them into the Waygate and blasted them back to their starting point in Falme. We deserve a little time together, I haven’t been able to spend any real time with you. My precious girl,” She chuckled gently as you pulled her in for a kiss. Your lips took charge this time, moving yourself so you were on top of her, straddling her. She laughed into the kiss once more, having never seen this side of you before. 

“That means we’ll actually get to spend time together without having to worry about them?” You asked in disbelief. You couldn’t believe you had this time with her uninterrupted. 

“Well, the closest Waygate to where we are is five days by horse, even longer on foot. And the Waygate to Falme may temporarily be out of action right now thanks to a cute little spider.” Lanfear trailed kisses down your face to your neck, gently sucking the skin enough to leave a little mark. 

“Remind me to thank the Spiderling for that,” Your voice caught in your throat at Lanfear’s softness, her hands holding your waist as she moved her lips down to nibble at your exposed collarbone. 

“What about my thanks? I’m the one who led them off our trail… and blasted them through the Waygate back to Falme? Don’t I get a thank you?” She teased, pulling away from you to look in your eyes. You rolled your eyes softly before giving her a peck on the lips. 

“What made you think you weren’t going to get a thank you?” You kissed her once more, before moving down to her neck. She still had her usual clothes on, trousers and a loose shirt. As you worked your way down the skin exposed by her open shirt she sighed contentedly. 

“I love you, my darling.” Lanfear’s voice shocked you, making you pause and look her in the eyes. Her eyes began to fill with fear before you smiled back at her, leaning up to kiss her one more time. 

“I love you too, my Forsaken.”

#lanfear #lanfear x fem!reader #lanfear x reader #the wheel of time #natasha o'keeffe

[cherryc1nnam0n]

We just need to talk | Fem!Reader x Husband! Billy Hargrove | Good ending

Summary: You have been having thoughts of cheating on Billy to have a baby since he won't give you one, but all it takes it's talking about things to resolve a problem...

Cw: Smut, slight angst, Billy has trauma but he resolves it aka therapy, breeding kink, daddy kink, talks of pregnancy

Hello! This is the good ending for Creampie from another man, people asked for it so here it is! Hope you enjoy and let me know which one you prefer!

Creampie from another man | Bad ending

Y/n Hargrove has been your name since summer of 1988, when you married your highschool sweetheart Billy Hargrove, your life had been wonderful and full of surprises and adventures in his Camaro

You had always talked about wanting a baby, but Billy always avoided the topic somehow, and when it came to sex, he never came inside you

"Billy please just, let's talk about it, okay?" You begged him, but he was closed like a Pandora's box

Since he wouldn't reply to you, you got more angry and stood up abruptly

"Fine! If you won't give me a baby! Then I'll find someone that wants to breed me, a man that wants to fuck me and fill me up with cum! How about that?!"

With that you left the house, driving around town to calm down, when you finally came home Billy was nowhere to be found, your heart ached but you went to sleep

~•~

Weeks went by that you couldn't speak to Billy, and he was acting different, he left the house for long periods of time and didn't speak to you a word

You were starting to get tired of this, of the lack of communication..

You were standing outside your car, thinking about what to do or say when someone walked to you

"Hey Y/n!" It was Eddie, you knew him from highschool, one of the people Billy never picked on

"Oh hi Eddie" he smiled tenderly, you suspected he had a crush on you during highschool

"So uhm, you alright? You seem kinda off"

Damn he noticed "Yeah I'm okay, don't worry" you smiled as best as you can

"Oh, well if you ever need help with something, you can come to me" he shyly smiled at you "Well I gotta go, see you around Y/n!"

"Bye Eddie..." You said as he walked away, you sighed, Eddie was cute and he probably would give you a baby if you asked nicely, he would do anything if you asked him actually

But you wanted to fix things with Billy, damnit he's your husband you made vows for him

You had to talk with him...

Luckily you came in the right moment...

~•~

When you stepped into your house, a smell of homemade food hit your nose, fresh warm food that you recognized, it was your favorite dish!

Billy came out of the kitchen with a pink apron around him, he looked so domestic and so, husband

"Oh Y/n! You're here, surprise!" He spoke to you with a shy smile, he had been caught preparing you something

"Billy, what is all of this?" You looked to the living room and a banner said 'I'm sorry, I love you Y/n'

"I uhm, I wanted to apologize to you, for... Everything..." He took off the apron, his red open shirt stood out as he took it off, you loved that shirt "I didn't want to give you baby because, I'm scared, was scared, because, you know, dad never treated me like a son and mom..." You nodded understanding what he wanted to say "It still hurts, so I uhm, I want to therapy... That's why I left the house for some time and I didn't speak to you because I wasn't ready yet... Thank you for staying and... For loving me, I promise you I'm getting there and I understand that I don't have to be like my dad, that I can be so much better, but I also understood that I am better... With you" he kneeled down and pulled out a ring, a promise ring "I promise Y/n that I'll be the best husband and dad to our kids, will you forgive me?"

That's why it's all your mind said, you had to forgive him, he was changing! For you!

"Yes Billy yes! I forgive you one and a million times!" He stood up kissing you with so much love it made you sigh, he put the ring into your finger and smiled

"I made us dinner too... Your mom helped me" you kissed his face, you couldn't be happier "Now about that baby, I think I owe you something..." He started with a seductive tone "I'm gonna fill up that pussy with so much cum baby, it will be impossible it won't make us a baby"

You shivered, you had a long night ahead of you...

~•~

"Billy, Billy I'm gonna, cuuuuum" you moaned, your husband had been eating you out for an hour now, his tongue fucking into you and lips latching to your clit "Billy baby yes!" Your eyes rolled back as he made you cum again

"I think you're ready now baby" he was naked behind you, resisting the urge to just fuck you aggressively "Ready?"

"Yes" you said as you opened your legs for him, ready for the fuck of your life

His tip teased your clit and then your slit, he was doing it on purpose, so you moved down making his tip go into you

"Naughty baby" he chuckled "Let's do this"

He slammed into you as he usually did and set a brutal pace that made the bed creak loudly, your moans soon turned into gasps and screams for more since he was being relentless, he wanted to fuck you hard and he did

"Y/n, you feel so good babygirl, so good for me" he moaned, his balls slapping against your ass

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned, out of your mind already

"Yes baby cum for daddy, come on"

With another thrust you were cumming all over him, eyes rolling back, toes curling and finally feeling Billy's dick pulse inside you and fill you up with his cum you desired so much

"Fuck Billy, that was awesome" you said already spent

"Who said we were done?"

~•~

"Aaaaahhh, Billy" you moaned mindlessly as he moved your hips against his, using you as a fleshlight at this point, moving his hips and moving your ass back to him as he fucked into you from behind, he loved this position since he loved your ass so much

"You like this don't you baby? Like me using you like a fuck toy?" You whined "Of course you do"

That night Billy came inside you for all the times he never did, getting you pregnant for sure...

Nine months later, Maysie Hargrove was born...

See? All it took was talking and things can be solved...

<3

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[misc-obeyme]

I'm always brain rotting about really silly things like food, fashion, and transportation in the devildom compared to the human world. world building i suppose?

but how do you think the spice levels compare? like there's different types of spicy, and the devildom for sure has spicier stuff. But i wonder how spicy it is. Like Mammon's hell sauce noodles...

I'm thinking about this because my mom cooked dinner, and she always makes separate food for me and my little brothers if she's using chiles (in this case it was just meat cooked without the spicy sauce). and i tried some because I'm trying to finally build my tolerance and I was dying at the first bite 😭 tastes so good though. she gave me a surprised look when i added more spicy food to my plate

i already know mammon would make me try spicy things for shits and giggles, or new foods because I'm a picky eater. Also there's a saying/joke in Spanish where people will ask if you were angry while making something if it's too spicy lmao.

I haven't been too active because I've been busy working early shifts and training in framing at my old store (forgot to set my alarms the last two days), but tomorrow I'm off, and going to ihop and bookstores with my friend !! she's trying to finish her current read so we can buddy read King of Wrath together (king of sloth comes out soon). I'M SO EXICTED

Anyway i hope you're having a good day/night, and I'm very excited for the anniversary banner. May everyone's boys come home 🙏

- ✨ anon

Ohhh yessss I love worldbuilding! And there's so much they leave out, there's plenty of stuff we can fill in, which is always fun.

Okay so spice levels, apparently it really depends on the individual as to how spicy something truly is. This is because humans at least have the ability to make themselves less sensitive to capsaicinoids, which is what they call plants with capsaicin in them. That's the spicy, I think they evolved with it to prevent predators from eating them, but humans were like nope we'll just get used to it!

Anyway, I think this is relevant because it's going to depend on whether or not demons also have that ability or if it's different for them biologically. Like okay, if humans eat enough capsaicin, over time they become partly immune to it, which is why some people can eat really spicy food and other people can't. I think some of that might also just be genetics... like some people might be born more resilient to it to begin with. But don't quote me on that lol.

So demons either have a natural immunity (not completely though because they clearly can still taste the spice, it's just much less) or they also have the ability to desensitize themselves to it.

I like to think it's a bit of both just like it is in humans, but demons have a higher tolerance level to start with. And they all have it. Because they're demons and that just feels right, you know?

But I also think it'd be interesting to consider that the tongues of demons are made of different stuff than the tongues of humans. Or that there are some demons who have tongues that are more scaly or something. Just because that'd be fun lol.

Anyway, I think the spice levels in the Devildom are probably pretty high. I like to think that Mammon has an especially high tolerance due to the fact that those spicy hell sauce noodles are his favorite. You know he eats them all the time and if they can also build tolerance, he must be super used to it by now.

I definitely think he'd make you eat spicy food lol. That's just how spicy food lover are, too. I'm also extremely sensitive to spicy foods. I've been trying to build up my tolerance, too, so I've been adding some hot sauce to things, but it's nothing compared to my brother in law. His spice tolerance is insane. And he's always like, here try this it's not spicy. I have learned not to believe it.

I love the idea that being angry while cooking makes food spicy.... I feel like there could legit be a spell for that in the Devildom, too.

There you go working all kinds of crazy shifts again... truly Mammon coded lol. I hope you had an amazing day off and enjoyed your time with your friend!! I looove bookstores and pancakes, so that sounds like an excellent time!

I hope you're having a lovely day/night as well! And YES I too am quite excited about the HDD~ spreading all the love & luck to all to get their faves~

#sorry I really rambled about spice didn't I #I'm just intrigued by these little details #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #✨ anon #misc answers

[luvvixu]

izana x reader (she/her)

🌃🌙 those nights

genre: fluff

synopsis: just some every night scenario with your lovely husband.

warning: none, i guess?

word count: 580

a/n: am back and ready to attack :< hahhwhaah pretend that i didn't disappear for a long time

song: perfect by one direction

it was summer midnight and you were asleep in your shared bed, with izana nestling comfortably in your embrace. you are in deep sleep while your husband is wide awake. he was fiddling and playing with your fingers where your wedding ring was situated.

oh how izana loved the sensation of the ring he specifically picked for your finger as you two sealed your faith by the love and law.

he also loves comparing his wedded finger to yours, like how adorable your hands looks on his and how the sizes are different.

this man also reminisces those small moments just the two of you, your husband turned from a delinquent to a tamed puppy. sometimes, he even wonders what kind of spell you did to his mind and body that he seems always reaching out for you.

nevertheless, he was happy that you're one he ended up with. you were kind, caring, really knows how to tame his own dark impulses, and his most favorite thing about you, is that you're a great mentor in loving himself.

izana learned to love himself because you taught him well. he learned to accept who he is and who he used to be. that's all because of you, you and only you—and izana loves you so much for it.

overall, izana felt like living in a dream where he did not want to wake up. you were his solace, a perfect dynamic, and the mother of his future children. now that you two are married, the man would always keep to himself about his imaginations of building a family with you.

the thought of carrying his lineage makes his stomach burst with a sanctuary of butterflies. that thought alone made him unconsciously nestles even harder in your embrace, making you jolt slightly in your sleep.

but this time, you got woke up for real. as you open your eyes, you see your white haired husband murmuring incoherently.

sensing your small movement, izana looked up and saw your eyes meeting him. the man smiled so dearly, his amethyst eyes screaming with pure love and adoration towards you.

"why aren't you sleeping yet?" your voice came out a bit hoarse as you've just woken up.

"i have self-diagnosed insomnia." he said. you don't know if he's joking or not but you let out a chuckle at his witty response.

stroking his almost long white hair, izana couldn't help but act like a touch deprived baby as he aches for your touch. "do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"yes please, mahal ko." he nodded, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"alright, a-ahem…" izana watches you clearing your throat, preparing for a soft lullaby. he knows that you know that your voice serves as his melatonin, his sleeping aid.

literally speaking, izana could fall asleep while listening to your soft voice. it gives him deep comfort and assurance that you are here by his side.

"where the north wind meets the sea, there's a river full of memory. sleep, my darling, safe and sound. for in this river, all is found."

"is that a song from that disney movie we watched yesterday?" he asked. "yeah, it's perfect to sing a lullaby." you answered.

"kantahan mo ulit ako, mahal ko." izana tightens his hold on your body as you continue to sing. slowly, izana found himself drifting from sleep.

that night, izana did not dream of anything—because he was already living inside a dream, he was there in your arms.

translation (filipino - english)

mahal ko - my love

kantahan mo ulit ako - sing for me again

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#izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers izana #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfic #fanfic #luvvixu #anime #fluff #izana fluff

[eternally-smitten]

Drabblecember - Learning Traditions

pairing: Natalie x Father Paul Hill

summary: Paul takes an interest in how Natalie celebrates the holidays

word count: 962

author's note: I got all mushy thinking of Paul celebrating Yule with me so I wrote this number 😭 also today is my birthday :))

banner credit: cafekitsune

Paul's eyebrows knitted together as he focused intently on the twine in his hand. In front of him, a plate of dried orange slices and sticks of cinnamon laid on the coffee table waiting for him. He had no idea where to start.

This was his and Natalie's first Christmas together. Well, for her it's Yule. Despite being a devout Catholic, he was so intrigued with her when they first met and she introduced herself as a “filthy Pagan” as a joke. Ever since then, he had been enchanted with her and her traditions. 

Their whole house smelled like warm oranges, cinnamon, and nutmeg. It was so inviting to Paul he almost wished he knew Natalie earlier so that he could've experienced such a welcoming feeling before. He couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if she moved to the island sooner than she actually did. 

“Do you need help?” Natalie pulled him out of his thoughts.

He awkwardly laughed, “Maybe just a tad. I'm not sure where to begin.”

She took a spot next to him and tugged at the end of the twine, “Well, I start with a loop knot. That makes it so we can hang it up!”

“I see,” Paul listened to her intently, “How do I make a knot like that? I'm afraid I'm not very skilled in that criteria. I know it's a bit ironic to not know how to do a loop knot on a fishing island.”

She giggled, “I always forget they use those types of knots for fishing, so you're not alone there. Here, let me show you.”

With gentle hands, she guided him on how to make the perfect knot for the end of the string. With her being so close, he could smell the hand cream she used right before she came to help him. Peaches. He did his best to pay attention but the way she smelled was so distracting to him. In the most innocent of ways, she smelled delicious. Sweet. Inviting. 

“And…There!” Natalie beamed, “That's how you do it! Does that make a little sense?”

“Yes.” He lied, feeling a little guilty that he paid more attention to his fantasies of throwing the twine away to kiss her than her instructions, “I think I'm starting to get the hang of it, thank you.”

She looked at the table silently for a few moments. It looked like she was lost in her thoughts until she let out a small gasp and jumped up to run to their room. Seconds later, she came back with her pin cushion in hand, “Almost forgot the most important part!”

“Oh, yes,” He gingerly picked a needle from the cushion, “We can't make a garland without sewing it, can we?”

“Not if we want these oranges on there!” Natalie took a different sewing needle and started to poke large holes in the dried fruit. 

Paul threaded the twine with his needle and started to weave it in the holes she punctured for him, “So, tell me again, why oranges?”

A small smile started to spread across her face, “Well, oranges are associated with love, friendship, and prosperity to name a few. Isn't that what the holidays are all about?”

“You would be correct. And this cinnamon?” Paul held up a stick to her before tying it next to an orange. 

“They stand for prosperity too.” She replied, “As well as passion and…um, lust.” Natalie said that last word quietly, almost as if she were embarrassed of it. Despite being with him for a while, she still felt awkward even saying words like “lust” in the presence of a priest.

He chuckled softly, “Ah, these have very emotional properties, don't they?”

They continued to talk about how Natalie celebrated Yule and how Paul could participate. She explained other types of celebrations and decorations they could make together. As he absentmindedly put together the garland, Paul kept getting lost in her eyes. Instead of listening to her explain her traditions and her holidays, he watched her eyes light up and her smile grow wider and wider. He adored how excited she got for the holidays and it felt nice that she wanted to include him. 

Growing up, Paul was always fond of the holidays. He always loved the snow, the cold air, the twinkling lights, but most importantly, how it brought people together. He always wished the actual day was a little longer just to feel that love longer. Then, Natalie informed him that Yule was twelve days long, much like the famous Christmas song, and they could do something all twelve days together. 

Paul sniggered quietly, “My hands are getting sticky from the oranges.”

“Want me to take over?” She asked him.

“No,” He said, smiling at his garland so far, “I'm enjoying myself quite a bit. Despite my sticky fingers.”

Natalie was happy with how invested he was in learning her traditions, “It looks beautiful. You're a quick learner!”

“Oh, please, you're just being polite and humoring me.”

“No, really!” She said honestly, “I think it's perfect. Mind if I…?”

Paul gingerly handed it to her, “Please do.”

She very carefully took the homemade garland from him and hung it up right above their window. Paul cringed at little at his shotty knotting and how the spacing was uneven where he tied the cinnamon but Natalie saw the opposite. She saw perfection. A gift. Pure love. 

She turned to him, trying her best not to get over emotional, “Thank you so much for making it. I love it!”

He stood up beside her to look at the new decoration that adorned their home. Then, he took her hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of it, “Happy Holidays, angel.”

tag list: @blood-moon-ships @bobmckenzie @bioexorcizm @gideongrovel @cherrypieships @lieutenantselnia @felixrichtershubby @fates-theysband @kylars-princess @weirdgirlgf lmk if you want to be added or removed! ♡

#my stuff ♡ #꒰ to dust you shall return ◌ೄ #self ship fanfiction #ok to rb! #drabblecember2023

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Heyy, I’ve been reading your wonderful one piece works for a while — and I couldn’t stop wondering how are you actually doing those magnificent headers?

Like… hello? The great quality, with additional 3D-alike details I could catch by my eyes? I got only Ibis Paint X on mobile, since I’m only a young man that literally two months ago went on a life-time ‘adventure’ of living alone in a small apartment.

In short — I got no money to pay for additional graphics/drawing programs, not yet at least

Hello!

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing - I'm curious to know what's your favorite piece / part? Also I'm so happy you like my headers? Makes it feel worth it to spend time on them! :D

I have excellent news for you, I used a mix of Canva and Photopea. They're both FREE!

I'll be explaining the process for making these two kinda? The full tutorial is below the cut, to be courteous to the other folks, hope you don't mind?

Though I am hearing that Canva has given people some grief. But Photopea is just *chefs kiss*

If you've ever used photoshop, Photopea is essentially a free photoshop, and it even has the automation tools! An absolute lifesaver when you have multiple layers you want to export (but that's for larger projects not this)

I'm going to assume you have basic knowledge of layers in digital drawing programs for this. If anything isn't clear: ask me, I'll clarify!

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My General Process is:

Search for official art / images

bring it into canva / photopea

crop / arrange images to match the dimensions

select a thematic color that is associated with the character

separate the foreground from the background

mess around and test things until they work

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Given "Louder than Words" is the latest one I've made, I'll start with the process for it.

Dimensions: 3000 x 1055 px dpi: 96

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Let's Get Crackin'

Alright let's grab some official art so we're not using any fanart without the artist's permission

I try to pick images that feel relevant enough to what I'm trying to make. For example: the image for the Matching banner shows the ASCE tattoo which is super important in that fic

2. Let's arrange them onto a banner where each individual image has the same/similar dimensions to the rest

That's probably part of why you like these. To a certain extent they have similar dimensions, so they have a uniformity that's pleasing to the eye! (It's not perfect because I threw perfectionism to the wind because this is tumblr not my portfolio) Tip: if you have 3 images and only 2 that have similar dimensions, and the 3rd one can't be cropped logically: but the one that's a different aspect ratio in the middle!

3. lets arrange them in such a way that the borders all feel like they're the same/equal width/thickness

you might find that you have to shrink some images for this, that's fine.

ALTERNATIVELY: if you're going with one image crop it so it's just the relevant info and it matches the dimensions (3000 x 1055 px)

We have our base! Now let's add some color, and direct the viewer's eye together!

4. pick out a color that you think matches your character / vibe - that color is going to be your background Given I'm making an Ace banner: orange is the color I'm going with

I went and named my layers for this lol. The numbers represent the opacity, and they aren't important. I just kept changing the opacity until I liked the way things looks. But here's the secret to the 3D feel:

Motionblur (+ moving it about)

Separating the foreground and background and dulling out the background.

I'm going to show you my process so you can see the effects, but first let's give you some quick skills:

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SKILLS / THINGS I THINK ARE HELPFUL

//------- Select Similar

magic wand -> select something -> right-click -> select similar This works best when you have high contrast images (like manga panels that are black and white). You can select the black or the white areas. Depending on what works better for you. TIP! Invert selections with ctrl + i Say you know that you want to select everything but Ace's face in the second panel. Select his face with the magic wand then ctrl + i, and that's the only thing NOT selected

TIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please, please, please, duplicate your original image and work on the duplicate layer. This helps you SO much. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIP! Check your selection tolerance! This could be why too little, or too much is being selected.

//------- The Move Tool

Shortcut key: v While the move tool is active, you can nudge the stuff on whatever layer with your arrow keys Shift + arrow key = 10 px move (generally)

//------- Layer Locking

1- Layer Blending Mode (see Overlay vs Multiply vs Normal) for how this can affect results) 2- Opacity: how see through it is / isn't 3- Lock Transparency (it's the little checker board) 4- Lock Layer (looks like a lock) 5- Lock icon that appears when anything on the layer has been locked More on 3 Lock Transparency: You can only paint on / modify what's on that layer. You CANNOT add anything to any area that is already transparent Here's a demo of what you can do with this power:

Here's the original Image - notice how it's just the lineart with a transparent background.

It's powerful: abuse it

//------- Overlay vs Multiply vs Normal

I think seeing this is the best way to visualize how different modes can affect the color.

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Back to the Tutorial

!!I IMPORTANT NOTE !!

Please play around with the opacity slider to figure out what opacity works best for you on the multiple different layers we're about to make / work with. It's up to your own style to figure this out. Next: please feel free to not follow all of it. Add more layers, add less layers, take the base principles and go wild! :D

5. Separate the lineart from the background and save it as a new layer 6. Duplicate it and set it to overlay, or set it to overlay immediately

7. Duplicate that lineart layer twice and set the blending mode to overlay 8. lock transparency on the top one and change it to be a dark grey 9. Apply motion blur to both:

Main menu bar -> Filter -> Motion Blur I made it so that the grey layer was blurrier than the black layer

10. More them around a little to give it a "3D effect" as you called it.

It creates shadows under the lines - I was aiming for an effect similar to chromatic aberration (chromatic aberration is a valid way to add punch to your stuff too!)

So this is what things look like now - painful, but let's keep going

11. Duplicate the ORIGINAL / BASE lineart layer, that you DID not apply motion blur to -> set the blend mode to multiply (reduce opacity for it to actually take effect)

okay that's less painful here's what the layers look like right now:

let's bring more focus to Ace's face, and push the background farther away:

12. Use the magic wand tool to quickly select large areas of the faces / focal area / foreground and the lasso tool to refine things

TIP! Hold shift + click -> add to selection Hold Alt + click -> subtract from selection

13. On a new layer with blending mode -> lighten, fill that selection to be white

If you look at it, you'll notice that it is ALREADY starting to draw our attention to his face, but the background is kinda aggressive, so let's dim that down

TIP! Right-click on the gradient tool to find the paint-bucket tool

TIP! Sample All Layers: Turning this option off makes it so that you only work with the content on THAT specific layer. Turning it on makes it so that it is working while taking all other layers into consideration.

14. ctrl + click on the "white foreground" layer to select the contents of that specific layer (pink thing is your mouse)

15. ctrl + i to invert selection and ON A NEW LAYER (layer mode -> multiply) fill that with a complementary color

16. I did one last thing where I took the original base (before we separated the lineart) and added it to the very top and played with the opacity to get something less in your face (layer blend mode was set to NORMAL)

And that's it!

More considerations that I take:

I want the banner to be "thin" or not square, so it doesn't take up too much screen real estate on people's devices

I don't want readers having to scroll too much to get to my writing (which is the whole point of the post, let's not waste their time making them look for things)

I want the banner content to be relevant enough?

ie: with Matching: I wanted the ASCE tattoo to be visible. With matching I wanted Ace to not look too happy in some of them.

I'm also trying to avoid spoilers, I hated getting things spoiled, so I'm trying to be careful that the images I pick don't spoil anything really.

Congrats on starting life on your own! I did that whole living by myself thing too! Tip: keep the pantry stocked with lentils, beans, pastas, baking essentials, rice. They really come in a clutch when you're hungry.

#photopea resources #photopea psd #tutorial #tutorials #tumblr banner #photoshop #photoshop tutorial #digital art #fuck adobe #adobe photoshop

[twistedtummies2]

Different anon, but: 'What in Hell is Bad?' is a gacha game, with tower defense type of battles, that revolves around the demons from the ars goetia. The MC is the descendant of Solomon and gets dragged to hell to help break the contracts of their ancestor, since it weakens the devils and they need their power to fight against the angels attacking hell. Also, each devil has a kink/paraphilia that accompanies them and they're all quite horny. Also, the MC basically needs to get railed by a devil on a regular basis, cause being in hell is similar to being on a different planet and they can only survive if they get so called 'devil energy'.

Aside from the rather.... Lewd concept, most of the characters are kinda weird and pretty silly. But a heads up, currently the limited time banners suck, since they use paid-only currency and the rates suck. The devs are working on improving it tho, since they do listen to their fanbase.

I see. I don't think I'll play that game, to be honest...even if I wanted to do, I don't think I CAN, if it's a mobile game; my phone's memory is utter toss, that's the primary reason why TW is the only gacha or otome type game I really play. I would love to get Fate/Grand Order and/or Obey Me on there, just as an example, but my phone has basically no space on it at this point, no matter what I do. :P As for looking it up to see videos...I may or may not try to do so. I'm not really into things that are just outright rhymes-with-corn. Oh, I'll take suggestive content and imagery - see "Lullaby of Demonia" and Housamo, just for a start - but when things get graphically lewd, I frankly lose interest. LOL So I can't make any promises. Thank you for informing me, however. Also, on a side note...I'm wondering if this game is one I actually already knew of, but just didn't know the title of. A friend of mine, who shall remain anonymous, shared images of a gacha game with demon characters based on the Sins, and specifically made note of one that had a lovely, juicy rump. (Because this is me, so of course they did.) I'm wondering if it's the same game you're referring to, since I don't recall any names. 'XD

#ask #answer #q&a #what in hell is bad #kink-related #you all know the kinks

[cressida-jayoungr]

Why the "Rings of Power" Costumes Fail to Reflect Their Source Material

Tolkien-geek nerdrant incoming.

I'm not currently watching The Rings of Power, but I have been seeing images of the costumes, and I just have to rant a little about them. Apart from their general attractiveness or lack thereof--mostly the latter, in my opinion--they are making me wonder whether Kate Hawley, the costume designer, has even read the source material. Or understood it, if she did read it.

I hear that she has done much better work on other projects. But I'm sorry, she really dropped the ball here, and it can't be chalked up just to not having enough money or time. There are fundamental problems at the concept level.

It's easy to guess the general thinking: "Since the LOTR movies were designed around a medieval look, the look of this series should be based on Greek and Roman styles, with simpler construction, in order to convey that it's an earlier time." This would make perfect sense for most fantasy series, but it's dead wrong for Tolkien.

In Middle-Earth, "progress" isn't really a thing that happens, unless you're talking about the Years of the Trees or maybe the First Age. After that, it's all downhill with a few small backtracks along the way. Each civilization is less grand than the one that came before it. Knowledge and techniques are lost. The costumes should reflect this. The clothing of the Second Age should be more intricate and decorative than that of the Third Age. They could go full Bollywood with the jewelry, for both Elves and Númenoreans: ropes of pearls, gem-studded belts, etc. (But also take a lesson from Bollywood on how to make lots of jewelry look tasteful and not over the top.)

Speaking of jewelry, there is far too much use of gold. In the source material, Dwarves like gold, but Elves are all about silver, or better yet, mithril. And pearls and white or clear gems such as diamonds. Stuff that makes them think of starlight. You're telling me Gil-Galad, whose name literally means "bright star," would dress entirely in gold from head to toe? I don't think so. Gold also has a slightly negative connotation in Tolkien's writing as being a little bit base and corrupting. That's why Ar-Pharazôn's title of "the Golden" isn't entirely a compliment; it's a hint at how he embodies the perverting of Númenor's society. Lana Marie put it well in her video on this show's costumes when she said, "It's almost poetic how Amazon seems to think that plastering gold on everything makes a garment look regal and expensive and classy."

This brings me to the show's idea that the symbol of Númenor should be a sun. It shouldn't; it should be a star. The island is shaped like a star. Its alternate name, Elenna, means "starward" because of the star that led the first people to it. (And before anyone wants to be cute and say the sun is also a star--no, in Tolkien's world, it's not. It's a fruit of the golden tree, Laurelin, carried through the sky by a maia on a flying ship.) I could buy the idea of Ar-Pharazôn introducing the sun as a new symbol or making it his personal royal banner, but the show starts before he becomes king and they're already using suns, so nope.

And finally, nobody should be wearing full plate armor. Nobody in Tolkien wears plate armor. It's always mail of one sort or another. Yes, I know Ngila Dickson had the Gondorian army wear plate armor in the ROTK movie, but she was also wrong. (Besides, she said it was supposed to make them look outdated and irrelevant.) Frankly, as wonderful as the design of the LOTR movie trilogy was, I feel that most of the stuff in Gondor wasn't up to their usual standard; maybe they were running short on time and/or energy by then. But that's a whole different rant.

I'll close out by recommending Lana Marie's redesign of Miriel's costume.

#the rings of power #tolkien #costume design #numenor #kate hawley #rant #rings of power #television costumes #tv costumes #fantasy costumes #rings of power critical #rop critical #anti rings of power #rings of power amazon #costumes #the lord of the rings: the rings of power #Youtube #rop amazon

[starlightkun]

hiiii mel <3 i’m.. thinking of starting to write for nct.. mostly jaemin.. and i more or less have an idea for formatting but it’s been a really long time since i’ve had to do graphics for fic’s (like the banner and stuff!) and i was wondering if you had any tips for that? like where to find good pictures (solid backgrounds seem like the best choice for not clashing with the lettering, a problem i ran into unfortunately…) and also is there any particular place you get your fonts from? if you aren’t comfortable answering that (or any of this!) then that’s totally ok and feel free to just give general advice or ignore this completely :]

now i leave you with renjun… https://www.instagram.com/reel/C117-m9JGuo/?igsh=aXI1YmZ6M2YycHg1

hiii! under the cut!

so you've already got a good idea with using solid backgrounds for fic headers to make it easier for the text to show up! i source pretty much all my images from the groups/idols' official social medias. i just caution you not to take screenshots of say, instagram uploads, because this will degrade the quality of the image. either download it from twitter or wherehaveyou, or from an updates account like neocatharsis or wayvment here on tumblr! another word of caution: DO NOT DOWNLOAD TEASER IMAGES/PHOTOSHOOT IMAGES FROM CONTENT CREATORS WHO MAKE EDITS TO THE IMAGES, SUCH AS CHANGING THE COLORS, UN-WHITEWASHING, ETC., WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION. THAT IS THEFT FROM OTHER FANS. updates accounts like neocatharsis and wayvment simply reupload the original images posted by the entertainment company/idol in the exact same form without making changes to them. editors make alterations to the image and that new image is their own creative work, separate from the original one posted. you need the editor's explicit permission in order to use their edited version as a fic header.

i do all of my editing on my phone for my fics (except for the thin section dividers that i use, which i make in pirated photoshop cs6 so i can get specific dimensions, 540x2 pixels, and make the gradients super quick in a way that i know how to do. there may be a super easy way to do this w an app on ur phone too, that's just how i know how to)

anyway, if i have a photo that i really like, that i just knowwwww matches with the image of the guy in the fic in my head or smth, that i just rlly want to use but has a busier background, sometimes i'll use the portrait editing settings on my phone to blur the background a little bit and that makes the text a lot more legible (i have a samsung but im 99% sure iphones can do this too)

i typically don't bump it past 1 or 2, or the edges of the blur start looking a bit harsh, and i find that i don't really need more than this for the text to pop against the background anyway!

as for putting the text on the photos, i've the used the app phonto for years! it's completely free, doesn't put any watermark on your photos, comes with a bunch of fonts pre-installed, isn't super ad-heavy (it has a rlly small banner ad all the time at the top, and only shows u a skippable 10s ad when u save a finished photo), and you can download fonts from the internet to install straight into the app!

my favorite free font website is dafont.com, i literally will spend hours just browsing on there looking at fonts to download lmao. anyway here's how i find fonts for stuff and download, install, and use them with dafont and phonto:

once you have phonto downloaded, open dafont.com

up at the top, it has a bunch of different categories of fonts. for this example, i chose fancy > groovy, and then on this first page, i liked this font called "lostar" (there's also a search bar up there, but it only searches font names, not kinds of fonts, so if you're looking for a groovy-feeling font and you searched "groovy," only fonts with the word "groovy" in the name would come up)

i then press download, and open in my browser (i use firefox btw, which is why it looks like this lol). make sure you're opening the .zip file with the phonto app (it opens directly into into phonto on my phone, you may have to choose to open the .zip file using the phonto app from several options, instead of your phone's file explorer or some other app on your phone)

in the phonto app, you have to click install, then install again (it gives you the option to rename it, but i just keep the original font name bc why would you rename it?).

that READ THIS.txt file is a message from the font maker, it's the personal use license for the font (most of the fonts on dafont.com are free for personal use ONLY, and these .txt files that are contained in the .zip files are notes from the font makers telling u what u can and can't use the fonts for. generally, as long as ur not a business, u should be good this is not legal advice, please read them. also there's usually little thank you notes from the font makers in here as well!)

click ok.

then you've got to slap some text on an image. you can choose an image from your camera roll, use one of their plain images, or open a pre-saved work-in-progress. for this example i used one of their premade gradients to make it easy

type whatever it is you want, click font. the left tab is the pre-installed fonts, the middle tab is the fonts that you've downloaded from elsewhere. here's the lostar we just got!

oh can't see it.

there we go! how fun! i'll probably use this in a fic header in the future. download button in the top right.

#hope this was helpful! #i don't mind sharing this stuff #i didn't invent fic headers or dividers or literally any of this lmao #answered #anonymous #talk #text #mine #writing tag #i suppose.....since its about my fics.........sorta...idk dude #also the renjun cheekies 😭😭 thank youuuu

[daechwitatamic]

WWH Drabbles: We're at chapter 4 so what about Tae's POV when his tutoring with YN was cancelled, i don't know why i picture him freaking out, calling her and finding out she's sick. Also i wanna see him NAGGING Yoon and Kiko for the soup.

(banner by @itaeewon)

What Was Hidden

POV Drabble #5: Starting to Learn You

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: mild language?

A/N: LOOK @pamzn I DID ONE THAT'S ONLY CUTE!!!!!!! :) :) :)

This one references Chapter 4 if you're playing along at home.

It’s honestly a miracle that Taehyung doesn’t end up sitting alone in the library wondering where you are. He only checks his university email approximately once every semester. Luckily, today’s the day, because right at the top, in bold, sits an email from the student services department.  

Important: schedule change

Unfortunately due to unforeseen circumstances your tutoring session for 5pm tonight will have to be rescheduled. We apologize for the inconvenience and will reach out soon to discuss scheduling.  - Bianca Whyte

Taehyung’s stomach sinks. He’d been afraid of this. Yesterday had been a dream - getting to act all heroic, sweeping you away from your grungy ex. Running through the rain, laughing in his car. The way your eyes had sparkled as you’d pushed wet hair back from your face. The deep conversations you’d had about facades, about what lies beneath. 

And waffles. Of course, waffles. 

But he had wondered if it had been too much, too heavy. 

Maybe it had been. Maybe he’d messed up. Maybe he should have kept it light, like he does with most people. He’s not sure what had urged him to deviate from his usual way; he thinks he could blame it on how you’d been vulnerable first, telling him about your ex. But Taehyung knows the truth - he feels a connection with you, he feels something special when he talks to you. It’s something he hasn’t felt about a girl in a long time. 

After reading that email, he spends the whole day feeling off, weird, unsettled. The feeling crawls in his gut like guilt, like he did something wrong and knows it. 

“What’s your problem?” Jungkook asks him, sometime after lunch. Taehyung doesn’t even answer him, just finishes chewing his food with a scowl on his face. 

By the time five o’clock rolls around, he can’t fucking take it. He shuts himself in his room, abandoning Yoongi and Kiko in the kitchen. He flops backwards onto his bed, pulls out his phone, and does what he’s been wanting to do for six straight hours. 

He texts you, just a simple frowny face. 

Your answer is almost immediate - “you didn’t get an email from the dept? i’m sick. we’ll reschedule”.

He wants to feel relieved but he doesn’t, not yet. He debates for about a nanosecond and then presses on your contact information to initiate a video call, his preferred method of communication. 

He doesn’t entirely expect you to answer; you did the last time, when he’d asked you for help on his paper. But that had been different, he’d asked for your help first and you’d said yes. 

The noise indicating that you’d accepted the call surprises him, thrills him. He bites back a smile as you glare at him through the screen. 

He’s starting to learn you, though. He knows this glare. It’s not a real one.

“Taehyung,” you groan, and he notices right away that your voice sounds all messed up, like you’re congested. Your hair is wet, too, combed neatly and hanging around your face. “You have got to start texting like a normal person. I do not want you - or anyone - looking at my face right now.”

Taehyung shoves down the instinct to say how much he likes looking at your face. He needs to focus on the task at hand - figuring out if he had fucked up yesterday by getting all serious, and if so, how bad the damage is. 

But what comes out of his mouth is, instead, “Are you okay?” 

You really do sound terrible. 

“Of course I’m okay,” you grump. “I have a cold - I woke up with a fever. It’s probably from splashing around in the rain yesterday.”

Taehyung feels himself frown. Maybe he should have left you at the library door and driven the car over to get you? Would that have been the more chivalrous thing to do? 

You lean closer to your camera, like you can see him spiraling. “It’s fine,” you say, tone a little reprimanding. “I already feel way better than I did when I woke up.”

Taehyung still feels uneasy. “I… I was kind of worried that you canceled because of yesterday?”

You don’t understand. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you parrot, “Yesterday?”

“Just, y’know…” Taehyung trails off, kind of hoping you’ll pick up what he’s saying without him having to say it. You don’t. With a sigh, he continues. “I said a lot of personal stuff… you said yourself some of it was heavy. I thought maybe you were, uh, needing a little space after that. I thought that’s why you canceled.”

Once the admission is out there, there’s nothing he can do but wait. 

“Taehyung, no,” you say, and he’s never heard your voice like this before - soothing, sweet. You’re actually hurrying to reassure him, not keeping him away with icy answers. You must be sick. “I really… I liked our conversations yesterday.”

Taehyung thinks he might die and go to heaven. You liked talking with him? Was that… an outright admission that you’d enjoyed time with him? He resists the urge to kick his feet, bites back the smile that’s fighting each muscle on his face.

“Okay,” he says, because if he doesn’t say something he’s just going to grin like an idiot and then you might hang up on him. “You sound sick, so I guess I believe you.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about it,” you say, something teasing in your voice. “I’m painfully honest.”

He laughs, remembering how brutal you’d been at the first tutoring session. He feels relieved, calm for the first time all day. “Don’t I know it,” he says. Downstairs, there’s a clatter of what sounds like some pot lids sliding out of the cabinet onto the floor. This sparks something in his mind and he says, “Hey, did you know your roommate is here?”

You raise your eyebrows. “I did not, but I’m not surprised. I heard she’s been there a lot.”

She has, Taehyung can attest to that. “Do you know what Yoongi’s doing right now?” he asks, trying hard to convey his absolute disbelief. “He’s downstairs cooking her soup. Like… it’s so domestic. I don’t even know who he is right now.”

When Taehyung had left the kitchen, head stormy and full of doubts, Kiko had been sitting at the kitchen table, talking to Yoongi’s back as he methodically chopped vegetables as a pot of water simmered on the stovetop next to him. Taehyung could smell it even upstairs in his room with the door closed, something slightly spicy pricking at his nose.

He’s honestly never seen Yoongi like this - chatting easily, eyes sparkling as he laughs, his shoulders shaking. 

“Kiko’s one of the coolest, best people I know,” you say seriously. “So good for him, I guess.”

You both lapse into silence. 

If he’s being honest, Taehyung wants to see you. He’s got this weird urge to make sure you’re drinking water, resting well. He’s got a more understandable urge to lay with you, make sure you’re warm and comfortable. It’s a weird urge to take care of you, despite the fact that Taehyung gets the feeling that you’re very well-versed at taking care of yourself. 

Still. He wants to help.

“Okay, well, feel better, Y/N. I’ll see you next week?” he asks, hopeful.

“Yeah,” you say. “We’ll reschedule today’s session to another time. The department will reach out.”

“Not you?” Taehyung asks. He says it like a joke, but he’s a little disappointed.

“It’s gotta be done officially,” you explain, like you understand exactly what he’d meant. “I don’t make the rules. See you, Taehyung.”

You hang up before he can say goodbye, which would hurt his feelings if he didn’t catch the sly smile on your face as you tap the button, one he’s sure he wasn’t meant to see.

He wanders across the hall, where Jimin’s door is cracked open about six inches. Taehyung nudges it with his toe, swinging it open a few more feet. Jimin’s sitting on his floor, surrounded by open textbooks. He looks up at Taehyung plaintively.

“Please save me,” he says. “I think my brain is broken.”

“Okay, help me instead,” Taehyung offers, walking over to plop on Jimin’s bed as if it’s his own. “My girl is sick and I feel like… like I need to do something. It’s weird for me to go over there, right?”

“Firstly, this is a no simps zone,” Jimin tells him, eyes still on the textbook closest to his left. “Secondly, yes, that would be extremely weird.”

Taehyung flips him off and falls into silence, pondering. 

“We got somewhere yesterday,” he says finally. “Like, I’ve never had a conversation like that with anyone in my life.”

“You wound me,” Jimin remarks flatly.

Taehyung giggles once. Then he says, “I just want to keep the momentum going, you know?”

Jimin finally turns to look at him, taking the conversation seriously at long last. “Haven’t seen you like this in a long time,” he observes. “Years.”

Taehyung feels a rush of embarrassment, feels his face heat up. Jimin is quick to disarm him, adding, “No, it’s nice. It makes me happy. You seem…”

He trails off, but Taehyung can guess - more like the old you. 

“You seem happier than you’ve been in a while,” Jimin amends.

“Great,” Taehyung says, trying to move the focus off of his emotional well-being and back to his current puzzle. “So what should I do? Text her tomorrow to ask how she’s feeling?”

“You could send her delivery,” Jimin muses. “She probably doesn’t want to go to the caf to eat if she feels shitty.”

Taehyung thinks about this. From downstairs, he hears Kiko crack up, hears the sound of the garbage can lid being closed. That spicy smell tickles his nose again. 

Inspired, he sits up.

“Thank you for your service,” he says, saluting Jimin on his way out the door. Jimin gives a sarcastic little hum, as if to say, thank you for distracting me over your bullshit.

Taehyung makes his way down to the kitchen, excited. It’s a genius idea; she’ll definitely think it’s cute. He heads into the kitchen and starts silently rifling through a cabinet near Yoongi’s legs.

“The fuck are you doing?” Yoongi demands, almost smacking him with the ladle in his hand. “I almost kicked you.”

“Looking for a container,” Taehyung answers from halfway inside the cabinet. “Do you have extra? Of the soup?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You won’t like this,” he tells him. “I made it spicy.”

“It’s not for me,” Taehyung replies, finally backing out of the cabinet, a small plastic container in one hand and the appropriate lid in the other. “Could I send some home with you, Kiko? For Y/N?”

They both stare at him, silently. 

“Because she’s sick?” he tries to explain.

Kiko looks at Yoongi instead of at Taehyung, a giant question-mark still on her face. 

“Go away, Taehyung,” Yoongi says finally. “Kiko’s not your personal delivery-person. If you want to try to win over Y/N with food, do it yourself.”

Kiko opens her mouth like she’s going to object, but Taehyung beats her to it. 

“She’s going back there anyway,” he points out. “Otherwise I wouldn’t ask. I’m trying not to be over-bearing, hyung! It would be weird if I just drove over there myself. Jimin said so, too.”

“It would,” Kiko agrees, saving him. “I don’t mind bringing some back with me. Is there enough, Yoongi?”

Taehyung doesn’t miss how his friend softens at the sound of his own name leaving her lips.

“There’s enough,” Yoongi admits. “But seriously, Taehyung. You need to stop using me and Kiko as a conduit to get to her.”

“I’m trying,” Taehyung protests. “It’s a delicate situation!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, turning back to the pot of sundubu jjigae, giving it a mild stir. 

“No, I get it,” Kiko defends him again. “Y/N is skittish.”

“See?” Taehyung demands, reaching out a foot to nudge Yoongi with it.

“Get your foot off of me or die,” Yoongi grunts. “Give me that container.” He reaches out an empty hand, and Taehyung hands it over. Yoongi fills it generously, and Taehyung hunts around for a plastic bag to put it in during the drive.

“Are you going soon?” he asks Kiko hopefully. “So it’s still hot?”

“Taehyung,” Yoongi growls. “Stop trying to kick her out.”

“I’m going soon,” Kiko tells him, smiling a tiny smile. “I didn’t want to leave her alone too long, anyway. She was in bad shape this morning.”

Taehyung feels a frown tug at the corners of his mouth. Yoongi rolls his eyes at him again, pretends to gag. “Get a grip, bro,” he says. “You’re not even dating.”

“Yet,” Taehyung corrects optimistically. “The soup should help.”

Back upstairs, he pretends to focus on homework while watching his phone, waiting for any sign from you that Kiko had returned to the dorm with his offering. 

When the selfie comes in, he actually squeaks as he hurries to unlock his scream. Ashamed, he glances over his shoulder to make sure no one had witnessed it. 

Your eyes, tired and happy, look at the camera over the top of the soup container. You send nothing with it, no thank you, no anything. 

But he’s starting to learn you, and he knows - you wouldn’t have sent it if you weren’t pleased. 

Success, he thinks.

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Chapter 3: Good Father

Alice woke up to the wonderful smell of eggs and bacon, not even wondering or worried about who the hell was making it, she raced upstairs and sat at the counter "Food," she said.

"Well, it is nice to see you too after you ignored all 36 of my calls," Tony said as he put some eggs on two plates along with bacon Alice didn't say anything

"the silent treatment, okay, I get it I deserve that much" Tony gave her a plate and took a seat next to her. She still didn't say anything.

In the middle of eating, Tony slides her a packet. He usually did this. Giving her a file or packet to tell her what was happening outside. Who was the President or governor, who were the territories, or who on a Grammy who was the new and hotties celebrity why what big disasters or miracles happen? Things she needed to know to not feel like an outsider, even if she'd never been outside. But this packet was different, very, very different, from the others.

" What is this" Alice asked

"file on the avenger and S.H.I.E.L.D. I figured if you're going to live with us, you should know a little about everybody," Tony said casually. It took her a few minutes to process what he had said 

"I...what?" she was confused and a bit scared? She didn't really know why. She just couldn't process it. 

"you'll be moved into the Avengers Tower I already have a room prepared for you. The Team and Happy and Pepper look forward to meeting you officially, but they are and will be the only ones to know about you. Your 'adventures' will be contained to a few floors in the tower unless someone else is there, then you are to stay in your room. You will not leave the tower no matter what you will not leave the tower. Also, the same rules here apply there as well do you understand me same rules." 

"I get to move in with you ... and your friends. I get to have friends," Alice laughed 

"but before all that, you'll have to study this packet and then pack, okay?" Tony said, she started laughing uncontrollably. Tony pulled her into a hug, and her laughter turned to tears as she cried against her chest. It was then that Tony knew he was finally making the right decision.  

After a while Tony left, promising to return tomorrow Alice continued packing boxes, filling her room, and flipping through the packet he left her.

 She learned about Steve Rogers, Aka Captain America, a World War II super soldier frozen in ice only to be unfrozen in the 21 century.  

Bucky Barnes, Aka Winter Soldier, also a soldier from World War II, fell off a train during a mission back in the 1940s lost his left arm in the fall, then was taken brainwashed and memory wiped by an organization called Hydra he was saved a year ago and had slowly been getting his memory back.

Natasha Romanova, Aka Black Widow, a skilled assassin, used to be a part of a Russian program called the Red Room but switched sides, joining an American organization called S.H.I.E.L.D.

Clint Barton, Aka Hawkeye skilled assassin and markmen part of the S.H.I.E.L.D. organization.

Bruce Banner, Aka Hulk a brilliant scientist who turns big and green when angry after a little too much exposure to gamma radiation. Alice had studied several of his books.

Thor Aka...Thor is a god from a different world who controls lightning and carries a hammer.

And Sam Wilson, Aka, probably the most normal person out of the whole team, ex-military but also the owner of Wings made out of lightweight titanium ribbing and Mylar. He was the most recent addition and was mainly a part-timer as he also worked for the airforce. 

And some fancy secret, not so secret anymore, Organization called S.H.I.E.L.D, which is short for  Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, what a mouthful. 

There was more to the packet, but she didn't bother to read the rest. Far too anxious to focus on any more words. 

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, Miss Stark?"

"Do they know about me, the avengers? Are they aware of me?" she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"They are aware of you, ma'am"

"Do you think they'll like me?" she asked as she anxiously rung her hands. These would be the first people she'd meet outside her family. This would be her first time outside this cell house since childhood. She'd always dreamed about this day but never imagined it would come. And now she didn't know how to feel or what to do. She never dreamed of actually making it past the door. 

"I believe they will adore you, Miss Stark, as I do"

"Sometimes I forget you're not a real person. Thank you, Jarvis"

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Pearl designs ramble? 👀

Yes!!!

Ok so

my goal for designing pearl was 'a totally normal human', because i like the idea of like, being human to compliment her soup groupmates, but also shes pretty unhinged how can she even be human. so she has a lot of little traits on a very human body, i guess

i also incorporated a bit of her like timeline into it, so some of her traits developed over time as she visited different smps. most of them developed in hermitcraft because hermitcraft is weird like that

she gained extra eyes in Evo, her lava-lamp skin markings are due to the withering effect in legacy, she got her wings and antenna when she first came to hermitcraft, her eyes started matching the phases of the moon around when the mooners came to be, and her white particle flecks emerged when she summoned the onyx deer. in my first proper design of her (not on this blog) i went further to add fungi growing on her skin because of her alien base (but that takes too much time to draw too many small details lol)

and if you're wondering why she has pointed ears, its because i also headcanon her to once have been a zelda like how grian was once a link. and also because i like to draw characters with pointed ears

evo smp pearl, there are so many gradients going on lmao i had to tone it down a bit. her hoodie design is done by clipping a multiply cloud layer to some airbrushing. her eyes are black for some reason! and also she has extra eyes because...watchers? maybe? pearl in evo smp didnt give me like, a consistent theme to work with. like nothing stood out to me. i probs would have given her some flowers and bird friends if those werent destroyed by the watchers midway through the smp and she switched to a different build style. and thats fine! there was just no one or two things that really stood out that couldve been probably incorporated into her design in some way, so her design is kind of plain

a build a day pearl, is just based off of her youtube and twitch banner, plus the extra eyes from evo. in hindsight i probably should've given her flowers as well. Her eyes have changed back to white, but they become black at night like evo. this is probably the closest to her irl appearance that ill draw lmao

legacy smp pearl, i just watched all of her legacy episodes yesterday XD if you look closely, you can see red hearts and a red x on her eyes and mouth. theyre supposed to be correspondent to the 'blood night' and 'cant say name of item' events (the second of which wasnt very well adhered to lmao). Also, post-apocalyptic! I was very happy to make her design as asymmetric as possible. the withering effect plus the post-apocalyptic setting caused the lava-lamp markings to develop. OH YES she also has mechanical wings that resemble moth wings! i couldn't quite fit it into the drawing but they are based off of the optifine elytra, which with the two 0's look a lot like moth wings and pearl noted that herself in the video so yeah that exists. ill draw them sometime! on the base level, her design is pretty similar to hermitcraft pearl because its just an older version of her current skin, so her hair shading is chunkier and more, i guess crystalized like Pearlescentmoo's hair

empires smp pearl! definitely the most different pearl from all the others because i dont see this pearl in like the same timeline or time period as the others. like, evo, a build a day, legacy, hermitcraft and kind of traffic life but thats a bit complicated, those are all designs of the same pearl just at different time periods. empires smp is probably a different pearl entirely, mostly because 'gestures to her empires smp lore' oh yeah she has freckles. because i say so. and i think theyre cute. she has little crescent moon pupils in her eyes

traffic life pearl, or more specifically double life pearl. her skin markings have changed a little to match her deranged self, and also did you know that lightup combat boots exist, because they do, and i love that. Her hair flecks are longer and sharper, and her antenna are supposed to resemble horns. All of her eyes are open at all times. ive played with the idea that the traffic life world like, exists beyond the bounds of time progression in the other series, so maybe the players in the world would be from different eras. also tilly <3

hermitcraft pearl, she gets her wings! her wings are based off of the mimosa pearl moth, very pretty. her hair shading is smoother like the style of her current skin. i also tried to be consistent with this, but her hair is also similar to her eyes in that it kind of changes through day and night. during the day, there are more lighter parts of her hair, and at night there are more darker parts. you can probably see it if you scroll through the more recent doodles. of course, her left shoe is very fancy velcro sketchers courtesy of anon on day 43 both shoes are still untied, you cant stop me

the number one important thing about pearls design /j are her lil hair feathers on the top of her head! because they match with grian's. and i like skysiblings a lot. (on a side note, grians hair is the same shade as pearl's highlights)

yeah i think thats it thanks for reading my rambles :D

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