#as always i stopped myself before i chatted your ear off so i hope this is an acceptable answer

[sunhated-a]

Okay I got more questions…. (hope I’m not annoying you in any way. I’m the same guy who asked the nihilists question.)

This is more directed to muzans canon backstory.

So a observation, since one of narcissisms root causes is also being emotionally neglected as a child, i think that muzan was never giving enough emotional attention by his parents or anyone really.

But did he ever think about his past and know that he was abused in someway? Or did he just surpass everything about his times as a human that aren’t useful? Or did he just ignore it since it was a long time ago and he thinks it doesn’t really matter at this point?.. or does he not care about it?

Hello anon, I'm glad to see you back! And please, don't worry about annoying me with questions like these, I adore them. They are a huge reason why I made this blog so feel free to come and ask anything whenever.

NOW! To answer your question. For canon Muzan? I absolutely think you're onto something there. I don't know about diagnosing him with Narcissism as a personality disorder. NPD is a very complicated and extremely misunderstood disorder that should be approached with empathy and care. However! He does display some of the traits of what we colloquially call narcissism.

I think Muzan deludes himself into thinking that perfection is his own escape from his past. The way it reminds him of weakness, but the way that he forcibly makes his demons dependent on him does indicate a need to be needed, and his demands to be worshiped by them definitely comes across as someone who deeply craves attention, love and respect. To be seen as perfect in their eyes and nothing less. The way that lack of control over a situation or one of his demons will lead him into a rage, to the point that he is exacting and utterly merciless.

It all leads me to believe that he is deeply affected by his human life.

I went back to the extended flashback scene that we were given in the anime recently. And while Muzan did live in lavish conditions (especially for the time) and was surrounded by servants, we never actually saw any of his family members. We never really saw a scene between himself and his mother or father, or his siblings, or much of a relationship between him any anyone really. So it's not too much of a reach to say that he did suffer from emotional neglect, or some sort of abandonment. Which would explain his resentful and hateful feelings towards much of the world.

Now why he seemed to face this abandonment-- if at all-- is still up in the air. Maybe his parents just weren't sure how long he'd be alive for, maybe they didn't want to get attached, maybe they sucked, maybe they're dead. It could be a lot of factors there.

I think that while canon Muzan remembers his past with stunning clarity, he engages with it with the same cold logic he does with everything else. If he has some resentment towards his family, he doesn't seem to show it. Didn't even mention them whenever he narrated his own story.

I, however, think Muzan's past affects him deeply still. He just doesn't show it. Or at the very least, in an outward way. He's far too fixated on his future to really think back on his past, and the person that he once was. Maybe he isn't even aware of how neglect and abandonment has affected him because he shows a lack of introspection throughout the series, especially when it comes to his relationships to others.

But we do see him display a deep fear of abandonment at the end of the manga, which I won't get into detail to avoid specific spoilers, but if you know you know.

But it lends credence to the idea that Muzan never had any substantial relationships.

#headcanon. #ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH i love overthinking about my faves #you are always welcome in my inbox so make yourself at home #as always i stopped myself before i chatted your ear off so i hope this is an acceptable answer #ooc.

[hitomisuzuya]

JUST READ YOUR POST! I SHALL SUBMIT MY TIGHNARI REQ NOW ❤️❤️ just imagining Tighnari in heat.... trying so hard to contain himself for the whole day then at night he was on patrol with fem!reader and he couldnt hold back anymore so he told the reader he was in heat. AND THE READER BEING A BITCH WOULD TAUNT HIM BY SAYING HE HAS TO CATCH THE READER SO BE ABLE TO BREED EM 🫶🏻🫶🏻 just a whole game of cat n mouse in the forest at night. Obvi tighnari catches her and fucks her into oblivion 😳😳😳

a/n: omg I read something similar to your ask recently. I always wanted to write something like this. Tighnari in heat 😳😳😳 I hope you enjoy it.❤️ I have been waiting for the chance to write for Tighnari again. I didn't think anyone would request anything for him due to certain circumstances.

Tighnari x fem!reader. Tighnari in a heat cycle. Predatory! Tighnari. Cat and mouse game incoming.

Tighnari's heat cycles were particularly hard for him, especially since he'd met you. Before he met you, he always dealt with his heat cycles quietly and private, not wanting it get in the way of his duties as a Forest Ranger.

It took one week into his cycle for him to break. You were on patrol with him in the forest, chatting idly about the weather, or certain birds you see. Your demeanor may have been relaxed, but Tighnari's wasn't.

You smelt so good. Staggering a little, he leaned up against a tree. He was panting quietly, a hand over his mouth. His lips felt dry, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Tighnari? What's the matter? Are you sick?" You asked, your gaze boring into his hazel eyes. You were so concerned, and your eyes looked so beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to gaze down at you as you writhed beneath him, telling you how much he wanted breed you.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm not sick. I'm in heat," his ears drooped a little, "to be frank, I don't know if I can restrain myself any longer. It would be best if you went back to Gandharva Ville without me. I'll finish this patrol on my own." This was his first cycle with you, he didn't want it overwhelm you.

Like hell you were going back. In fact, you upped the ante. Go big or go home as they say. Reaching up, you gently tugged on his ears. "Chase me, Tighnari," you said. His ears pricked up. "I'm more happy to cool you down," you smirked, "that is, if you can catch me first."

Tighnari sighed. Why did you have to be so difficult, especially at a time like this? "Run," was all he had to say before you took off. "Just wait until I get my hands on you."

Honestly, for a second you wondered if you were in over your head. Tighnari knew this forest like the back of his hand. This was his territory. And so were you. There more than likely wasn't one place you could hide from him in that he wouldn't find.

You looked over your shoulder before cutting a hard left. Tighnari had thankfully given you a head start. You stopped to hide behind two large mushrooms, catching your breath as quietly as you could, pressing a hand over your mouth.

You waited, your body coiled like a spring as you listened for leaves to start crunching as Tighnari got closer.

Tighnari lifted his head, sniffing the air as he ran. "Come out, come out wherever you are," he called out. At first he'd been annoyed, but now he was enjoying it. He felt exhilarated, his heart pounding with excitement and lust. Your spontaneous game of cat and mouse had excited him than he thought it would.

"I smell something good behind these mushrooms." You darted out, bolting into the forest again. Tighnari was hot on your heels now that he had sussed out your hiding place. It was foolish of you to let your guard down.

You looked over your shoulder again. You'd put a little bit of distance between you. You were so distracted with how turned on you felt being chased down like this by Tighnari that you didn't notice a root of a tree sticking out of the ground slightly.

Tighnari caught you as you tripped. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he braced you against him as you both tumbled to the ground.

"I've caught you, my love," he said, pinning your wrists above your head as he crawled on top of you. "You didn't make it easy for me though."

"I'm impressed, 'Nari, I thought I was faster than you this time," You blushed a little, your pride actually hurt a little bit. You couldn't believe you'd tripped like that.

Tighnari chuckled, "Well, you did trip. But that doesn't matter," his hands were already roaming over your body. He nuzzled your neck, his tail flicking with excitement. "I was going to catch you anyways whether you tripped or not."

Tighnari had always put his research and his duties as a Forest Ranger first and foremost in front of anything like finding a mate. He'd never fixated on anyone like this before.

Now he finally had you right where he wanted you. Tighnari didn't tear your clothes to shreds as he stripped you and himself. He wanted to, but you would need something to walk back home in. A feeling of possession suddenly gripped him. Tighnari bit down on your collarbone, inhaling your scent. You moaned as he sucked a bruise onto your skin. "Mmm~, I think you taste even better than you smell," he mumbled, nursing his tongue against the fold of skin.

One love bite turned into two and three. Tighnari was marking you, marking his territory, taking care to leave them in visible places on your neck. He didn't want any of the new recruits ogling you to begin with, but if they had to (and he couldn't blame them) they would see his marks and know you belonged to someone.

Belonged to him.

You were squirming beneath him, spreading your legs so he could grind his erection between them. Tighnari could feel the heat of your need. He was thrilled that you want this just as much as he did.

Tighnari prepared you as best he could before thrusting his cock inside of you. He kissed you gently when you winced softly in pain. He didn't even start thrusting right away. He breathed in a sigh of relief, soaking in the way his cock felt inside of you.

You wiggled your hips a little as you tugged on his ears, making him whine. "Fuck me, 'Nari."

That was all he needed to hear. Tighnari's thrusts were slow at first, his ears flicking a few times upon hearing your moans, especially when you moaned his name. The way you sounded was like heaven in his ears. It made him feel more feverish, bordering on feral.

His pace quickened, his cock squelching as he drove himself home. His mouth watered when he saw your breasta beginning to bounce in time with his thrusts. He nuzzled your neck again before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking as he swirled his tongue it. "I'm going to breed you full of my pups, I promise."

My goodness weren't you the lucky one? The fennec fox mates for life.

The feeling of his cum spilling inside of you ushered in your orgasm. You arched your back, his name tearing from your throat in a scream. He kissed you lovingly as you both rode your high.

Over the next month, it became common for you to isolate yourself in his hut with him. You soon discovered, much to your delight that he was absolutely insatiable.

pps. This turned out longer than I thought it would. I hope it's not too long. I may have gotten carried away a little. Both Tighnari and Scara always seem to make me do that lol😭

#genshin impact #genshin smut #tighnari #tighnari smut #tighnari in heat #tighnari x you #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x reader

[misc-obeyme]

When It's Pouring Rain

OKAY listen it's been about a million years since I wrote fanfiction of any kind and I am nervous about posting this, but I'm making myself do it anyway! The thing is, I'm always thinking about the scenarios that are talked about in the daily chats, but that we never actually get to see. So this is a short scene of what I imagine happened after the daily chat called When It's Pouring Rain. (I included the chat because I feel like it's needed for context!)

Mammon x GN!MC

Warnings: None? It's pure fluff, I just wanna take care of this guy. Oh but it might be OOC, like I said I haven't written fic in a while.

MAMMON: It’s a downpour! I’m soaked! I was even wearing my favorite jacket. What a waste.

MC: I’ll come get you.

MAMMON: Don’t worry about it. You don’t wanna get wet too, do ya?

MC: I’ll run a bath for you.

MAMMON: I’d like that! A little rain won’t stop me now that I know I got you waitin’ for me. I’m on my way!

Although the bathtub was already almost full and you knew Mammon was going to be home soon, you were still worried about him. Thinking of him running home in the rain really caused your anxiety to spike. You couldn’t help turning the water off, grabbing your umbrella, and going outside to watch for him. As soon as you saw him coming down the path toward the House of Lamentation, you ran out to meet him, standing close so he was sheltered under your umbrella. He was near enough that you could feel the warmth of his body despite the chill of the rain all around you.

“What’re ya doin’ out here?” he asked. His voice was so close to your ear that you had no trouble hearing him over the sound of the raindrops hitting your umbrella.

“I came out to meet you,” you said. “I was worried about you.”

Mammon frowned. “Didn’t I tell ya not to worry about it? You’re going to get wet.”

“I’m not getting wet,” you pointed out. “I’m under the umbrella. And you are too and that makes me feel better. Now come on inside. The bath is almost ready.”

Mammon allowed you to grab his hand and tug him toward the door. When you got inside, you shook out your umbrella before closing it and setting it aside. Then you took hold of Mammon’s hand again and went straight to your room.

“I ran the bath in my bathroom,” you said. “I hope that’s okay.”

“C-course it is,” Mammon said.

When you reached your room, pulling Mammon inside and closing the door, you stopped and looked at him. He was thoroughly drenched.

You touched the ends of his dripping hair lightly and frowned a little. “You really did get soaked, huh?” You let your fingers trail down the front of his jacket, which was also full of rain water. “Your jacket might be okay if we dry it quickly. Is this real leather?”

“Of course!” Mammon said, shaking the rain out of his hair. “The Great Mammon only ever wears real leather!”

“Give it to me so I can dry it off,” you said. You pushed the jacket off of Mammon’s shoulders and he shrugged out of it, letting you take it and drape it over your arm.

“Now you should get into the bath quickly before you get sick,” you said. “I’ll dry off your jacket and then I’ll bring you a towel, okay?”

You pushed him toward your bathroom door then went to your closet. After doing your best to get the water off his jacket, you took a fresh towel and went back to the bathroom. You knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for a response before going in.

Mammon was in your tub, eyes half closed. Once he realized you were standing there, he sank a little further into the water. The blush that started on his face ran all the way down his neck.

You placed the towel on the counter, then sat down on the floor at the other end of the tub. You leaned your arms against the edge and propped your chin on them. “I’m sorry you got soaked. Are you feeling any better?”

Mammon seemed to be having an inner struggle of some kind. He was certainly embarrassed that you were sitting here watching him in the bath, but he was also happy to be with you. Happy that you were being so attentive to him. That you had been worried about him.

“Yeah,” he said as he seemed to relax a little. “I’m feelin’ a lot better now.”

You smiled at him. “What were you doing out in the rain anyway?”

The blush that had begun to fade deepened again. Mammon looked away. “That’s none of your business, human!”

You laughed softly. “Oh, so you were getting yourself into debt, then?”

“No!” Mammon protested, looking back at you. “It ain’t like that!”

You trailed your fingertips in the water lazily. “Hmm. Well whatever it was, I hope it was worth getting caught in the rain like this.”

“I dunno about that,” Mammon said. “But gettin’ caught in the rain is worth it if it means I get to come back to this.”

It was your turn to blush. Mammon wasn’t often honest about his feelings, but when he was, it made your heart race.

You splashed him lightly, missing his face entirely. You stood up before he could retaliate. “Let me go get you some dry clothes.”

When you came back from his room with a pile of clothes in hand, you left them on the bathroom counter, then settled on your bed to wait for him to get dressed and come out.

Mammon came out of the bathroom wearing the clothes you had picked out for him. He sat on your bed beside you. Though he wasn’t too close, you could feel his warmth and you could smell the scent of your soap on his skin.

“Warm now?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, not looking at you. “Thanks, MC.”

You moved just a little closer and let your head rest on his shoulder. Mammon immediately put his arm around you, as if by instinct.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t ask me to take a bath with you,” you said with a smirk.

Mammon squeezed you. “Oi! I ain’t Asmo!”

You laughed. “I’m just teasing you. Are you hungry? I can make you some ramen.”

Mammon looked down at you. “You’re bein’ awfully nice.”

You pulled away to look at him directly. “I don’t often get opportunities to take care of you like this. So just indulge me, okay?”

Mammon seemed to be trying to suppress his reaction. His expression remained neutral, but his eyes were sparkling. “Whatever ya want, human.”

others in this series:

Barbatos | Solomon | Lucifer | Leviathan | Simeon

Asmodeus | Diavolo | Beelzebub | Belphegor | Satan

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me x reader #of course i'm writing about mammon this guy lives in my head rent free #misc writes

[dominantslasherking]

H-hear me out:

Listening to Hannibal whisper some of the most arousing things in your ear during a party. Scenarios of you two being caught fucking or him disappearing under the table to suck you off. Once all the guest leave you bend him over the closet counter or table and immediately get to work on fucking him.

Or

Becoming aroused by listening to Michael's breathing becomes deeper and more shaky as you palm his c*ock through his clothes. Sucking and kissing on his exposed neck as you play with his nipples too. Enjoying the fact you know your the only one he has let you do this to him.

Ik absolutely disgusting but what can I say. Your literally the perfect author for stuff like this. Literally a god-sent angel that deserves to be praised more.♥️♥️♥️

P.s hope your doing ok ♥️♥️

(imma call myself ♥️ anon if that's ok)

Hannibal Lecter with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Also, it's not really disgusting, I've become rather numb to these types of horny requests, because what can I say, except I get them all the time. Plus I also indulge myself in writing them soooo---

Slightly stretching your limbs, you watch Hannibal interact with people, close to you, he was basically glued to your side. This really wasn't a big 'party' that Hannibal normally through, just with a few respectable guests, early wanting to taste the delicious foods your husband makes---oh only if they knew.

Your chair was right next to Hannibals, as your cold gaze fell onto him, lust drawing near, he was also so neat in clean, however, when it came to both of your sex lives, he was always messy when you were finished.

Hannibal did seem to notice, as he easily stopped the conversation he had with his guest, leaning forward to you a bit, he whispered into your ear.

"Imagine, my lips wrapped around your most appetizing cock, I'm sure the other would be utmost jealous to not receive such an untouchable treat." His thumb traced along your tensed jaw, before leaning straightly back into his seat, responding to someone's comment about his food.

The teasing, didn't seem to stop, as the side dishes were served, and Hannibal had finished putting the plates up, he looked at one of the men at the table, "Why don't you show the guests one of the most famed paintings in my collection, hm? You were all talking about it earlier." He continued a bit, as they agreed to go there for a short time, all of the guests leaving the table, as they assumed Hannibal couldn't come because he was making the main dishes.

Hannibal trotted closer to you, his husband while peppering kisses on his jaw, before slowly getting on his knees and under the table, this, of course, was a very scandalous thing of him to do, but he didn't care, his husband needs come first.

Hannibal's large hands, trace against your stiffly confined cock, rubbing against it a bit, before letting it lose. He was always amazed at the girth and length.

His wet mouth, eagerly took your cock in, bobbing down a few inches and enjoying the salty taste of your pre-cum.

The guests quickly return, dr Alana bloom, the most frequent guest you both had over, looked around, "[Name] I assume hannibal is cooking---why do you look--so stiff?" She prodded a bit, some others guests eyes falling onto you, while others were busy chatting with one another.

You gulped on your Sailva, feeling Hannibal's mouth take your cock in deeper, he was careful enough not to allow his gag reflex to make itself knows, so he slid your cock down his throat carefully, letting his tongue trace every part.

"I-Its---nothing...." A groan nearly escaped your mouth, as your cock was being completely slobbered on.

Alana, stopped chatting with you, after her words died down the chatting got louder, and it was so loud that it was able to drown out, Hannibal repeated sounds of gagging down on your cock and the wet noises his mouth was making from impaling his head down hard, on your dick.

Hannibal felt you twitch which made him stop gagging and sucking n your cock, not allowing you the pleasure of cum.

he gripped your thigh as a signal to distract them, much to your complete displeasure, Hannibal shoved your hard cock back into your pants..

A fake cough escaped from your throat, "Excuse me? I'm afraid Hannibal shall take a while, making the food, why don't we bring this discussion to the living room?" Everyone perked up at your suggestion, they were rather scared and intimated by you, as you never really bother conversing with them, hardly ever.

After everyone dragged themselves out of the dining era, Hannibal got himself out under the table and headed to the kitchen, smirking at your clenched fists.

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The guests finally left, After Hannibal had sucked your cock and refused for you to cum, he continued to relentlessly tease you, whether it was whispering the most sensual things into your ear or palming at your cock when no one was paying attention.

So here you were, having a disheveled Hannibal, bending down on his kitchen counter, bending him over, while fucking him.

Your cock was reaching every single part inside of him, you were hard and fast, and every time, your cock was completely balls deep inside him with each thrust and pound.

"Agh-!~" Hannibal slurred out as you gripped onto his hair for another area of support, your other hand on his waist.

Digging your cock into him, hard. Your pounding was ruthless as your cock hammered hard into his twitching hole. Hannibal's cock was twitching so much, as he came all over his and your chests.

This didn't stop the roughness, even when his puckering walls, squeezed you immensely, the clobbering of your force didn't stop.

Unexpectedly, you empty a large load, deep inside Hannibal Coating his fleshy walls white. It made his hole clench in pleasure, he purposely tightened his hole to suck up all your cum and made sure not to let a single drop fall.

"Let us move to the bedroom," Hannibal whispered seductively as much as he could with his emotionless-like voice when he felt your cock harden inside him again.

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal x you #hannibal lecter x you #hannibal imagine #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal lecter imagines #hannibal lecter x male reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #Hannibal x reader smut #Bottom Hannibal Lecter x top male reader #Bottom slasher x top male reader #Hannibal smut #Hannibal gay smut

[luvring]

Hiii! I hope it's not too suggestive since I saw your blog is mainly sfw OWBOANALA but I wanted to hear your headcanons about the main cast of Touchstarved, just in general tho, like who's a bottom, who's a top and who's a switch (I personally think everyone there is a switch bc y'know... whatever makes mc happy they're down for it)

If it's too suggestive or explicit for your blog lemme know and we can ramble about it together in chat if you're down for it! (In that case I'll send you my @)!

!!!! I AGREE!! AND DEFINITELY DID MORE THAN U ASKED! My Bad guys. indulged myself a little w one (1) nsft post. a gift 🫶 & OFC i'll also talk more in chat w u / anyone who wants to!!! i always want 2 hear everyone else's thoughts 👩🏻‍💻

leander

switch...sub leaning.? they did Not have to tell me for a leader he sure likes it when others take control. that vere wouldn't spit on him if he were a fire, "oh no, he'd enjoy that far too much." leander saying he doesn't mind vere around since he's fun and "got a real...presence." when he said "anything you want." I Know What You Are.

smth smth addressed by a title, sensation play, degradation said in a praising way, body worship, size kink, overstim, smth smth. i trust vere. spit on him. leader who relishes in giving up control and being taken care of yeah yeah yeah

enjoying being a sub aside he can easily be a service dom

mfw leander gets on his knees and says he'll do anything to please you just say the word. when he touches you somewhere and asks here? is this good? oh the intimacy of interlacing your fingers and bringing your hands to touch him anywhere, everywhere, just as a reminder that you Can

ais

switch - "gives it almost as well as he takes it, even if he's awfully greedy." thanks vere my buddy my pal

i know this little shit (said lovingly) is a tease like dragging his fingers slowly telling you to say please kind of way

figures out what pet names you like and has the most annoying smirk on his face. "oh? did you like that?"

edging. Needing you to tell him what he wants or he won't do anything.

idk i think this guy likes it when you take control though! like get on top and he'll have a stupid cocky grin before he eventually unravels and is moaning whimpering swearing 🤨

i don't have to say anything about the tentacles. moving on

i have a vision where if you let out a noise he looks at you with a raised brow before smirking and then whispering "cute." in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw But That's Just Me Projecting I Think

vere

switch in a bratty prove you can dom him way. "looks good in blood and better in tears." LETS BE SERIOUS AIS 😂😂 you don't have to tell me twice if bro likes rough sex or is into bondage or edging or overstim or marking or

smth abt predator/prey... i'm not even really into that but i can see it

same thing w u taking control and him saying a stupid joke then being caught off guard,, at least the first time. i know this guy would do shit to tease and rile you up in public just so you'd do something later

he made that biting comment and i believe him. nips at you. seems like he'd leave hickies in places people could see and if you did the same to him Well why would he hide them. also pull his hair

something about fingers in your mouth or vice versa. smth smth making u taste urself Sorry Woah this was bc he was licking champagne foam from his fingers. i had a vision

kuras

switch in an easily doms + teases you, may surprise you with a few kinks, takes a bit to be sub but ends up liking it kind of way. reminds me of om! barbatos + tot vyn. I know what you are. (brat tamer)

the sub thing. like the first time u ask he's Very curious about what you'd do. amused even. the joy of telling him not to touch and teasing him then stopping right before he finishes. and then telling him to be nice and ask for what he wants,, if u go long enough he'll finally groan w a little "please," where his voice cracks WHO GETS ME!

giving me blindfold + temperature play vibes. don't know why.

anyways. can also be soft i'm sure. like a traditionally romantic sort of sense. i don't know how to explain it.

btw "you know, on account of his massive...heart." thank you vere for being the realest person around

mhin

switch vry sub leaning for me but that's bc i like teasing them. and so does everyone else.... oh mhin...

but if u were a soft dom they could use that i think. like Let yourself be close and taken care of mhin. please. OHH praising them to tease them instead of being mean catches them a little off guard. they get flustered and look away again Yeah

i don't see them as particularly talkative during sex,, tbh i think they'd get embarrassed and try to stop themself from making Any noise until you tell them you like hearing their voice...

drags myself through the mud... breathing heavily... leave hickies on their chest... mhin leaving hickies on you... i have no grounds to explain this btw. i just get sensitive chest/collarbone area vibes

still figuring out dom!mhin in my head. charas who are easily teased can often switch it around on u if u say the right thing so. though i don't really see them as being very degrading during sex

misc / multichara thoughts i didn't form properly bc i have to go back to essay writing in a bit.

vere and ais would have the biggest impact on me w the first vulnerable soft sex scene. they deserve it

someone's into the sex after an argument thing. something about jealousy. marking you etc etc

leander telling you you can use him. leander shower sex. leander using magic. leander. help me

has leander just fucked everybody. can he stop blushing when talking about other people + the others' opinions what r u guys implying YOU ARE GOING TO DRIVE ME OVER THE EDGE /J /NM

i don't see kuras / mhin being very into quickies but well. the other 3.

something abt the bad ending w vere tells me he really enjoys when you're vulnerable and exposed to him. trust or whatever

scenario where you tell kuras u think something's wrong and u need a Check Up w the Doctor :( and he gives u a little look before reminding you if you want attention you could just ask then kissing you. Who gets me

mhin smirking . that's all. my legs wobble

#havent done nsft hcs in so long hello world its me #im back baby. temporarily #🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #nsft #touchstarved game #please do not take me super seriously btw. #feel free 2 disagree. i actually alrdy dont remember what i wrote #anyways. feel free 2 send any other nsft asks #nia + touchstarved

[juni-writesx]

zhongli/reader, first confessions/first kiss.

pg.

i'm an absolute sucker for first kisses and first scenarios in general so this probably won't be the only one i write. ;)

zhongli is a knowledgeable man but there's some areas where he still needs to learn~.

not really proof-read because if i sit here, i'll scrutinize my writing too much and feel bad about myself and my writing and i don't want those vibes. so, yeah!

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It had been such a wonderful evening — strolling Liyue Harbor side-by-side with Zhongli. Eating dinner at the Wanmin restaurant and having a chance to chit-chat with Xiangling. Taking in the setting sun along the coastline of the harbor. He'd picked a wonderful flower along your stroll and had tucked it behind your ear with gentle care and cheeks tinted a slight pink.

You didn't want the evening to end. Despite knowing that you'll be able to see him at some point the following day, this time with him was so precious and dear to you — and you hoped that he felt the same.

Was it a date? You weren't sure. Neither of you actually saying the word aloud when the evening was planned, but, to you at the very least, it could certainly constitute as one. You were a bit hesitant to ask.

"Cor Lapis for your thoughts." You hear him say, and you turn your head enough to see him glancing at you.

You'd stopped your walking and were now standing on a bridge close to where you had decided to stay while in Liyue Harbor. You prop your arms up on the rail and lean against them. Your gaze moves from him and out to the ocean before you. "Just taking in the view of the harbor at night. It's beautiful."

You feel his body next to yours, though you do not know that he mimics your stance; arms, too, resting upon the rail of the bridge to take in the sight. "I must agree in regards to its beauty, but it is far incomparable to yours."

Your cheeks warm and you know for certain it's not due to the temperature. You quickly turn your head for fear of Zhongli seeing the blush his sweet words caused. "I'm not so sure about that," you reply. "If anything, the whole of Liyue is as beautiful and handsome as you."

A blush colors his own cheeks, though he does not turn his face nor gaze away, still staring out at the sea. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

You nod and, once you feel the heat leave your cheeks, turn to look at him. "I did. Very much so. I always enjoy spending time with you, Zhongli."

And I hate for the days to end, you think. "How about you?"

He pivots his body so one arm rests against the bridge while the other comes to rest at his side. Amber eyes take note of the way your hair is untucked and he fights the urge to tuck it back behind your ear. to gently brush his slender fingers across the hair close to your forehead, a simple gesture he thinks would be affectionate. tender. delicate.

But perhaps a bit too much; not suited for the friendship between the two of you if he were to do it for a second time that evening.

"It was exquisite, as all my time is with you." A smile curves his lips. "This day will be one of the very many I will come to cherish in my memory."

You smile in kind. "You make it sound as if this was an important day."

"Oh, but it is."

Your head tilts ever so slightly as slight confusion flits your features. "Oh? Why's that?"

"It is simple. I thoroughly enjoy your company."

As a friend, you finish what you believe to be the unspoken words between the ones he had said. Your smile fades slightly, which Zhongli takes note of.

"...I apologize if that's not what you were hoping to hear." He says.

"No, no—" and you feel your cheeks burn again. Your blush reaching the tip of your ears this time. "—I enjoy your company too, really! I had a great time tonight! It's just that I..." and your voice trails off.

I don't want it to end.

I want to know what we are.

I want to know how you feel about me.

"...I think the events of the day has tired me out," you say after a moment. It wasn't a lie, per se, but you couldn't just blurt out the thoughts that crossed your mind.

"Shall we continue on then? I'd much rather have you safe in the comfort of where you're staying than to have you decide you're settling in on this bridge tonight."

With a soft sigh that you had hoped he did not hear, you move from against the bridge and prepare to finish the walk to your destination.

Zhongli follows suit, though there's something about your demeanor that tugs at him in much the wrong way.

He's the one to break the silence. "Would you like to accompany me to an opera tomorrow? Miss Yun Jin will be performing, and it would be an honor and a pleasure to have you be my plus one for the evening. We can dine at The Third-Round Knockout this time prior to the show."

"Of course~!" The chance to spend another evening with him lifts your mood a bit, but you still wished that the current one wasn't coming to an end. "It's a da—y..."

Good Celestia above. You silently scold yourself for the word that almost came out of your mouth.

Zhongli cannot help but to let out a quiet laugh, unbeknownst to him what, exactly, you were trying to say. "Yes, tomorrow is quite certainly a day. As is each that comes after nightfall."

And you roll your eyes a little as you smile softly. "Yeah..."

Comfortable silence falls between the two of you; only the sound of footsteps reaching your ears. As much as you wanted to slow your pace to allow more time, you knew that would be an odd thing to suddenly do. And so, you bite the bullet and continue to walk until...

"We're here.. ," you sigh out, stopping in front of the entryway of the building you're staying inside. You turn to face Zhongli. "Thank you again for tonight."

"It was my pleasure," he says with a smile and soft eyes. There's something within them, as though he's thinking about something, but you're not quite sure what it could be.

"I cannot help but notice you seem rather disappointed."

His comment throws you off guard. Sometimes, he's so scarily able to read you like an open book as though he has taken the time to study you over the time you've known each other.

"No, no— not at all!" You smile wide as you wave your hands in front of you, shaking your head. "Trust me, I really had a great time! Nothing to be disappointed over!"

"... I must admit," he begins, watching as you lower your arms back down to your side; the smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes still upon your features. "that I harbor some disappointment at this evening needing to come to an end. Tragically, tomorrow is never a guarantee, and, thus, I would like the night to linger on for as long as time allows. I..."

I wish I could stay.

He swallows before continuing. "—If this should be our last night together, know that it, much as you, will shine in my memories."

You want so much to reach up on tiptoes to place your hand upon his cheek to comfort him. One hand practically twitching to do so. Instead, your gaze and smile turn a bit sad. You understand where he's coming from — he has lived for so long, seen friends come and go,... much before their time. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll see you tomorrow."

And yet, you make no movements to head inside. Just as he makes no movement to leave the spot in front of you.

"Zhongli—" you say, just as you hear him say your own name at the same time. Both of your eyes locked on the other's.

He is the first to move; taking a step forward to close any gap between you. "Forgive me. I am aware this isn't outlined in the terms of our contract, but... as I have mentioned once before, contracts cannot be used to measure sentiment. However, I believe I have come up with such a thing that can measure the weight of emotions..."

A gloved hand comes to rest upon your cheek. "At the very least, my own." His thumb grazes your cheek tender and smoothly. "May I kiss you?" His voice is just as soft as his touch as he gazes at you, awaiting an answer.

"Y—Yes, that's fine..." your voice a bit shakey. You hadn't expected him to request to kiss you. But you knew that friends bid farewell with kisses on the cheek quite often...

except you felt his other gloved hand tilt your head up slightly by your chin, and watched for just a moment as he leaned down and in,

your eyes fluttering closed before feeling his lips on your own. feeling his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Slow and reluctant to part, Zhongli pulls away enough to allow you both to breathe.

"May I ask... just what are we?" You whisper while opening your eyes to look at him inquisitively.

"Back long ago, I would overhear the common folk call this... courting. Perhaps you know it better as the more recent term of... dating."

And now you look at him with bright doe-like eyes; wide and surprised. "Wait—!"

At such a look you've given him, he can't help but to lean back away from you a bit. Had he done something wrong? He's puzzled, and gives a thoughtful look. One hand comes back to rest by his side while the other goes to his own chin. "Is this not how it works? By dining and taking strolls, enjoyment of one's company? Mutual attraction and flirtations...?"

"You knew?"

"Well, of course. I have been around for a long time. I have seen many blossoming romances in Liyue, between humans... between adepti, and illuminated beasts. Yet judging by your expression, I cannot help but wonder if I have missed a step or two."

A laugh escapes you. "Most people share feelings and tell the other how they feel, and then ask to date — er, court them, and kiss!"

He frowns. "I thought my feelings had been obvious for quite some time." Recounting that he made sure to have enough mora on him to pay for your meals. enough stories to last the long days you spent together. He had even gone so far as to request a local storyteller to tell a tale of romance between two people...

"I am not accustomed to romantic relationships, and I do apologize for not vocalizing more these feelings I have for you. Though know that I am not laying out any sort of contract with you, with this... for again, it cannot measure the weight of emotions,"

He reaches out a hand, and you accept it in one of your own, and feel his other come to rest on top as your fingers interlace. His gaze, soft and full of admiration, looks over your features — gone are the wide eyes of surprise, but he can still tell that you are by your body language. a curious glint to your eyes.

"But know that the feelings I have for you are immeasurable. Not a day goes by where my thoughts do not drift to you while we are apart. And the time we spend together is worth more than any gold that runs through Liyue's heart..."

A squeeze of your hand as he continues. "If the feeling is mutual, I would like to formally 'ask you out'. It would be an honor to 'date' such a wonderful person as you, for so long as you wish. In all of my time in Liyue, I have seen less than fortunate outcomes in romantic relationships and thus would not wish to have you burden yourself with a contract that you may want to end."

You gaze at the man so fondly before reaching up to grab his tie — curling it around your hand and pulling him in for another kiss that he melts into. eyes closed, lips parting... not the same type of chaste kiss he'd just given you.

This was an affirmation; a definite reply to how you very much would like to date, be courted with this gentleman, with marriage, hopefully, in the future.

You part wish soft pants still close to his lips as you whisper, "I've been waiting for you to ask... I've been waiting for this."

"As have I," he replies, just as breathless. He remembers all the times he's been kissed and has kissed others (it hasn't been a lot, surprisingly for his age) but none have had him feeling so loved, so adored, so wanting to spend the whole night kissing you. "The next time something of this nature comes up, I'll be certain to express it to you."

"Please do. I'd love to know what you're thinking and feeling, Zhongli...."

He pauses a moment before brushing his lips against yours. "I'm feeling... disappointed that our day has come to an end."

"Me too..." your voice sounds as disappointed as he is, and, truth be told, you are, too. "But I'll see you tomorrow."

He nods before slowly pulling away from you; your hand releasing its grip on his tie.

His hand on your cheek finally takes a rest at his side and you feel the chill of the air compared to the warmth of his hand and you miss it already.

"Yes, tomorrow...." he takes in a breath. "It's a date."

And you can't help the giddiness that bubbles up inside as you wish each other goodnight.

Anticipating what tomorrow might bring.

#zhongli x reader #reader can be traveler if you'd like to make it that way! ♡ #zhongli fluff #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fluff #firsts #first kiss #juni writes

[draventhedemon]

A lot of people already have asked for a part 2, so here it is!

Lets hope it lives up to you expectations!

⚠️ There is swearing ⚠️

(2 days before the wedding)

It has been 3 months since the big reveal. And every time me, Clay, Nick or George go live we have been bombarded with questions from chat. And we have always answered it the same

"You don't need to worry, Tommy will vlog it so you get to know what goes down."

So we could continue our streams with less interruptions. And we also have FINALLY found out who Clay's best mans gonna be. And well the options were supposed to be Nick or George but because of the constant arguing... Patches, has been bought a suit and will be the best man.

But enough about the past few months. I gotta tell you about today!

Today I have packed my stuff because I'm gonna be spending the next 2 nights at a Hotel with Eret, my bridesmaids and some friends.

And also Tommy because he wants to vlog

And because of the superstition of no seeing the bride before the wedding. I have been packing. Slowly, because of Clay distracting me with his honeymoon phase already being activated.

"Clay... Stop before this goes to far" I say as his chin nudges even further into the crook of my neck.

"do you haft to go? The tradition is stupid anyway?" He says with a whiny voice while kissing my jawline "the tradition may be stupid but I've already told my friends I was gonna be there in an hour" I respond while moving a bit away from him and kissing his nose while getting up. He whines as he tries to drag me back to the floor "jesus, your acting like a clingy cat" I laugh while I pick up my bag and walk out the bedroom door with Clay following shortly behind me. "do you have your dress?" He asks even though he already knows it's in the hands of Eret and the bridesmaids.

"bye Y/n!" I hear Sapnap say from the living room as George holds Dream back from follow me out the door.

"bye you guys!" I say as I wave goodbye and walk out the door. "There gonna burn the house down" I mumble to myself while getting into the Uber.

"It will be around a 30 minute drive" The Uber driver says while I nod and turn on my favorite song to listen to for the drive.

And when I look up from my phone I see my friends all waiting for me. Which Tommy has brought over Ranboo and Tubbo to keep the vlog interesting.

(A/n in this universe Ranboo and Tubbo still get along)

"The woman has arrived!" Tommy says while holding the camera up to my face "You don't need to scream, I'm right here!" I scream back jokingly as he continues to scream into my ear.

"How did Dream take you leaving?" Eret says while taking my bag from the car and all of us walking inside. "I think he took it well" I say while clearly joking as I look around the hotel lobby. "This is gonna be a fun 2 days" I say as Tommy turns off the camera

(1 day before the wedding)

I have been playing competitive Candyland with the Bench trio for the the last 10 minutes and so far Ranboo is in first, Me in second, Tubbo in third and Tommy in last. "You haft to go back to licorice castle Tommy" I point as he screams "What the fuck!?!" As I move his red character back to the castle. "Why do you keep on going back?" Tubbo says with a laugh as Ranboo pulls a card. "I win!" Ranboo lifts his card up showing that he has landed a red and moves his character to the end.

"What the hell did I just walk into?" Niki says as she walks in with Wilbur shortly behind her. "NIKI!" I scream as I run to her because of her sudden appearance "Did you think I was gonna miss this! I get to be a bridesmaid!" She says as she hugs me. "I'm just gonna slip on through here" Wilbur says while walking in and immediately getting tackled hugged by the three boys that we're just sitting down in the living room. "All my bridesmaids have finally arrived" I say while letting go of Niki.

(the wedding will be the very next thing I write!)

#dream smp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dreamwastaken #dream smp #dream x reader #dream mcyt #ranboo dsmp #tommy innit #dsmp tommyinnit #ranboo #dsmp tubbo #tubbo #dsmp eret #niki nihachu #wilbur soot

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

hurt/comfort prompts #2 pls! (i was hoping you'd reblog the list 😄)

Djskldjdf hurt/comfort is my wheelhouse I couldn't resist that list when I saw it 😂 also please consider this my formal apology for what's about to transpire 😬🩵

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

(although I would totally understand if no-one wanted to ask for another prompt ever again after this 😭)

(2) "You can hold my hand, if it makes you feel safer."

Beca ran a hand through the hair as she stepped through the Emergency Room doors, looking around her as she tried to find the person who had frantically called her.

"Becs?"

"Chloe...." Beca breathed, stepping through the crowd of people towards her pale and trembling friend, a frown pulling at her eyebrows, "You're hurt."

"I'm fine." Chloe shook her head, tears in her eyes as she swallowed thickly, one arm in a sling and a dressing taped to her forehead, "It's just a couple of scrapes and bruises, it's nothing."

"Yeah, you're right, they just give slings away for fun." Beca snorted, "What happened?"

"I was driving her to the airport..." Chloe's voice was suddenly very quiet, looking down at the floor as Beca gently encouraged her to sit down again, "Like I always do, it's the same route we always take, I wasn't speeding or running stop signs or-"

"Hey." Beca felt her stomach knot seeing Chloe so visibly distressed, wanting to soothe her, "Chloe, no-one thinks this was your fault."

"He just came out of nowhere." Chloe shook her head bitterly, tears streaming down her cheeks, "He plowed right into us Beca, one minute we were talking, and the next everything was upside down and she wasn't moving or talking or anything..."

"I'm sorry Chloe..." Beca sighed, "That must have been really scary for you."

"It was." Chloe sniffled, "I... I'm really glad you came Becs, I didn't want to sit here alone."

"Of course." Beca shrugged, "Look, Posen and I might not be best of friends, but she's still family. I wanted to be here. The other Bellas are coming too, they're just finishing up their classes."

"She loves you in her own weird way, you know that right?" Chloe looked up from her lap, "She's just... closed off Beca. You get that right?"

"Yeah." Beca nodded, "I do Chlo. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine." Chloe shrugged, "I'm just scared Beca. I don't think I've ever been this scared in my whole life. I'm a really safe driver, I pride myself on it, today's the first time I've ever felt unsafe..."

Beca sighed softly again, her stomach in knots. Chloe had been beside herself, almost incomprehensably hysterical when she had picked up the phone an hour ago, and no wonder. Aubrey had come down to visit the Bellas in Georgia for the weekend as she often did, freshly graduated but finding she still missed spending time with her sisters. Chloe didn't have any classes the morning she was due to fly back home, so she had offered her a ride to the airport, a chance for the two of them to spend a little one-on-one time together before Aubrey went home.

So when Beca got a call from Chloe that they'd been in an accident not twenty minutes after they'd set off, her heart had dropped like a lead weight. She could hear the sound of sirens in the background, Chloe sobbing into the phone, Beca able to make out words like 'unconcious' and 'blood in her ear'. She and Aubrey had their differences last year, but by the time the ICCA Finals had rolled around they had buried the hatchets, closer than Beca had ever thought she'd be to her type-A pain in the ass captain.

Beca had made quick work of alerting the group chat to what had happened, distressed text messages following her own, with promises that they would all join Beca and Chloe as soon as they could. She had spent the whole way there trying to wrap her head around events, trying not to think of the worst case scenarios, not just for Aubrey but for Chloe too. She had spoken to her, had been responsive and alert even if she'd been upset, Chloe was okay. She had to be okay.

"It's going to be okay." Beca mumbled, moving a little closer to Chloe, "This is Aubrey Posen we're talking about, she's a stubborn ass, no way she's letting a little car accident keep her down."

Chloe managed a small giggle, pursing her lips as her uninjured hand tugged at the hem of her t-shirt absentmindedly, "I'm really scared Becs. What if she's not? They took her in for brain surgery..."

"You can hold my hand, if it makes you feel safer." Beca gave her a small smile as Chloe looked up from the floor, "Or less scared or whatever... just don't tell anyone I offered, I have a reputation to maintain."

"Thanks Beca." Chloe reached and took Beca's hand, squeezing it tightly as she closed the gap between them, resting her head on her shoulder to boot, "I'm really glad you came."

"Of course." Beca could feel her cheeks turning red as she felt Chloe's breath on her neck, swallowing hard against the lump of unspoken feelings in her throat.

"Have you called her folks?"

"Yeah, they're getting the next flight out from North Carolina." Chloe nodded, "I didn't tell them much, just that we'd been in an accident and Aubrey was on her way up to surgery. I didn't want to freak them out before they got here."

"That's a good call Chlo." Beca nodded, savouring the smell of Chloe's shampoo as she turned her head a little to rest atop hers.

She would never admit it out loud, but Beca had been stone cold terrified on her way here that something awful had happened to Chloe that she had played down over the phone. The idea that Chloe could be hurt or dying when she wasn't there to try and fix it made Beca feel more lost and scared than she'd ever been in her life. Whether it was just a schoolgirl crush or something more, Beca could no longer deny that the feelings she had for Chloe went beyond "she's my best friend", not after she'd had to pull her car over to throw up at the side of the road because the fear had turned her stomach.

"I'm staying right here until someone comes to tell us what's going on." Beca gave Chloe's hand a squeeze, "You don't have to be scared on your own. That's what family's for Chloe."

"I know." Chloe nodded a little, "Thank you."

Beca didn't say anything, simply holding Chloe's hand in hers and watching the hustle and bustle of the ER waiting around them. It wasn't long before she felt Chloe grow heavier against her shoulder, breathing deep and even as she still held her hand tightly. No wonder she'd fallen asleep, after everything that she had been through today Beca would probably have fallen asleep too. She hoped it was a testament to how safe Chloe felt with her here.

It was three hours of sitting in uncomfortable chairs, of Chloe snoring softly on her shoulder and the Bellas arriving in droves to sit with them, before someone finally came to give them an update.

"Aubrey Posen?"

"That's us." Beca gently stirred Chloe from her nap on her shoulder, "How is she?"

"You're family?" The doctor frowned a little as he looked around at the women staring expectantly at him.

"Yes." Beca's tone grew sharper and irritated as Chloe bit her lip, rubbing at her eye with her uninjured hand, sensing the panic that was already starting to radiate off her.

"We're her family. She'd say as much herself."

"Okay." The doctor nodded, "She's out of surgery now, and on her way to the ICU. We managed to stop the bleeding on her brain, and repair the lacerations to her spleen and liver too. We're still worried about her kidneys, and we won't know about lasting brain injures until she wakes up, but she's out of the woods for now."

"What are her odds on being completely fine?" Beca pushed, feeling Chloe's hand slide back into hers and grip it tightly.

"As of right now, about sixty percent." The doctor was calm as the Bellas seemed to crumple at the news, "I know that seems really low, but it's the best that we can hope for right now."

"Right..." Beca rubbed at her forehead with her free hand, "Can we see her?"

"Not right now." The doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry, but once she's been moved to the ICU we can think about visitors. I'll let you know when that is."

"Thanks." Beca mumbled, running her thumb over Chloe's knuckles as she felt her start to shake against her again, "We'll be right here."

The doctor left the Bellas to sit with the news, Chloe whimpering softly as she clung to Beca's hand.

"She has to be okay Beca..." She whispered, Beca able to feel her tears against her neck, "She has to be okay."

"I know." Beca mumbled, sighing heavily as she looked around at the Bellas, knowing they all shared the same sentiment, "She will."

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Aubrey pursed her dry lips, brows furrowing as the world swam sluggishly into view. She felt heavy and slow, like she was wading through treacle as she tried to lift her hand to rub at her sore head.

"Hey... you're awake."

Aubrey managed to turn her head towards the familiar voice, finding a grinning Beca sat next to her, feeling her hand take hers.

"How are you feeling Bree?"

"Ow." Aubrey rasped, Beca's grin growing, "Water?"

"Uh, hang on, let me grab some ice chips, that's what the nurse said you could have." Beca quickly got to her feet, leaving the room for a second and returning a few seconds later with a cup full of ice chips.

She silently helped a few slide past Aubrey's cracked lips, fighting the malestrom of emotions inside at seeing her former acapella captain's eyes open again.

"Better?" She asked as Aubrey sank back into her pillows, looking utterly exhausted.

"Mhm." Aubrey mumbled, eyelids flutterung shut for a moment, "Thanks."

"No problem." Beca settled back in the chair next to her bed again, the same place she'd been sat for almost a week now, "It's good to see you awake Posen, you scared the crap out of us for a minute there."

"What happened?" Aubrey's eyes opened slowly again, Beca scooting her chair a little closer.

"What do you remember?"

"We set off for the airport..." Aubrey huffed out a sigh, "Chloe was telling me about your setlist for the ICCAs and then... nothing."

"You were in a car wreck." Beca took her hand again, "It was pretty bad Bree, like brain surgery bad. You've been in a coma for almost a week."

"Chloe." Aubrey's hooded eyelids flew open as realisation hit her, "Is she okay?"

"Um..." Beca swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to her feet again, "Not really. We thought she was, that it was a couple of cuts and bruises and a dislocated shoulder but... there was a bleed that they missed, it didn't show up on any of the scans they did."

"What... what happened?"

Beca looked up, stomach in knots as she saw the tears in Aubrey's eyes. She'd never seen Aubrey cry, never seen her look so scared and so lost, and she hated it. She was the strongest person Beca knew, if Aubrey fell apart she didn't know how she'd keep herself together.

"They rushed her in to operate and repair the damage but um... she... she didn't make it off the table."

Beca felt sick again as she relived the moment that the surgeon had somberly stepped out of the operating room, how her legs had gone out from underneath her, how she had let out a scream so painful and tortured it felt like she had ripped herself open. It felt like she had, like losing Chloe had robbed her of part of herself too. She didn't remember much of the immediate aftermath, just snatches of sobbing and numbness, of Stacie cradling her in her arms as she cried herself sick, of the Bellas grief as raw as her own.

Beca hadn't left the hospital since that day, telling herself and the Bellas it was because she had to be there to tell Aubrey what had happened when she woke up, but it wasn't the whole truth. She couldn't go back to the house, couldn't walk past Chloe's bedroom knowing she wasn't in there and she wouldn't ever be again. Aubrey's parents would have told her about Chloe, would have arguably been far better at comforting her than Beca would, but she didn't want that. It had to be Beca that told her.

"No..."

Aubrey's expression crumpled as her hand tightened around Beca's, tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"Beca it's a mistake."

"It's not." Beca felt her own tears burning at the corner of her eyes again, "I wish it was Bree, I'm so sorry."

Aubrey opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find her words but none came. Instead, she started to sob harder, Beca getting up from her seat and onto Aubrey's hospital bed, careful of the wires and tubes as she embraced her. Beca hated hugging people, hated people being in her personal space, but she knew that if Chloe were here she would never forgive her for not comforting Aubrey like this. Beca wasn't a hugger, but Chloe was, and right now Aubrey needed Chloe and not her.

"I'm sorry." Bexa whispered into her hair, voice thick as her own tears starting to take over, "I wish it was me instead, I'd give anything to switch places with her."

"She- she l-loved you." Aubrey sobbed against Beca's chest, "It's n-not fair, she was supposed to t-tell you, y_you were supposed to- supposed to-"

"She did tell me." Beca's words stuck in her throat as she tried to soothe Aubrey, "It... it was the last conversation we had."

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"What's taking them so long?" Chloe grumbled, head resting on Beca's shoulder as they stood in front of the vending machines.

"I don't know." Beca sighed, looking at the contents of the machine in front of her, "You'll be able to see her soon Chloe, they'll be making sure she's okay to have visitors."

Chloe simply sighed, her good hand still holding Beca's. She hadn't relinquished her hold of her hand since Beca had offered it to her for more than a few seconds, Beca surpisingly not saying a word about it. Maybe she needed the comfort as much as Chloe did.

"We were talking about you."

"What?" Beca's attentin was torn from the selection of snacks in front of her, "Why, what did I do this time?"

Chloe giggled as she shook her head, lifting it from Beca's shoulder as she grinned at her.

"Why do you think it was bad?"

"I dunno." Beca shrugged, "It's Aubrey, she's nit picky, I always assume I did something wrong."

"You're so dramatic Beca." Chloe rolled her eyes, "You didn't do anything wrong, not this time anyway."

"Okay..." A smirk started to pull at Beca's lips, "So why were you talking about me then weirdo?"

"Because I love you." Chloe's grin dropped to a smile, squeezing Beca's hand as she lent into her, "Because I've loved you from the moment we met and Aubrey was trying to convince me to tell you rather than keeping it bottled up."

"Oh." Beca had gone bright red, brain short curcuiting as she tried find any words that were better than 'oh'.

"And it's okay if you don't feel the same." Chloe shrugged a little, "Because I still want to be your friend Beca, even if you don't feel the same. But life is way too short to... to not..."

Chloe had started to sway slightly, a frown starting to pull at her expression as the coliur drained from her face.

"Chlo?" Beca frowned, letting go of Chloe's hand so she could Chloe's face in her hands, finding her brilliant blue eyes to be hazy and unfocused.

"I don't feel good..." Chloe mumbled, starting to crumple in Beca's arms.

"Chloe?!" Beca caught her, lowering them both to the ground, "Hey! Someone help!"

Beca's attention turned back to Chloe as she shook her gently, trying to keep her awake as she heard people scrambling around her to find some help.

"You're okay." Beca shook her head, lips pursed, "Chloe wake up, you're going to be fine, c'mon. You don't get to say something like that and then die in my arms, that's dramatic even by your standards."

"I..." Chloe was trying to find her words as her eyes searched Beca's, "I..."

"It's okay." Beca shook her head, brushing her her from her eyes, "Chloe it's okay, I love you too. I love you, please don't die on me."

"Beca..." A small smile tugged at Chloe's lips as she grew heavier in her arms, Beca frantically looking around them for someone that was coming to help, "I k-knew it. I knew Aubrey was right... I... love... you..."

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"This one's for you Chlo." Beca mumbled, hand rising up to briefly clasp the necklace she wore.

It was almost six months since Chloe had died. Six long, achingly empy months that Beca had endured while trying to navigate this new normal. Aubrey had needed extensive physical therapy to learn to do basic things again, teaching herself to eat and walk and put her own clothes on from scratch. Beca and the Bellas had been there every frustratingly small step of the way, putting up with Aubrey's mood swings and her short temper no matter how often she snapped at them.

The Beales had arrived in Georgia not long after Aubrey had woken up, and things had progressed quickly from there. Far too quickly for Beca as she watched them pack up Chloe's room, removing every trace of her from the Bella House, wanting all the pieces of theor daughters life to grieve over. That was what she had thought anyway until Chloe's mom had quietly entered her room with a large box in hand, setting it next to Beca on the bed and then holding her as Beca had sobbed into her chest.

Chloe had told them all about Beca, about everyrhing she felt for her best friend, and neither of her parents had any desire to take Chloe away from her. So a box with some of Chloe's jumpers, her CDs, her journals and some other sentimental items were Beca's to keep, as was a part of Chloe herself.

She had been cremated, and Beca was given a necklace that had a portion of Chloe's ashes stored safely within an intricate heart design. Beca hadn't taken it off since she had been given it at the funeral, somwhow having a part of Chloe like this had lifted some of the crushing weight from her chest.

Chloe was still with her, still with their family as they all returned to the rountine of college, and eventually of the ICCAs. Beca hadn't wanted to at first, hadn't wanted to perform without Chloe by her side, couldn't face the prospect of having to fill the hole in their choreography or their vocals that had been left.

But when Aubrey had insisted that Beca continued with their plans for this years competition, had all but bullied Beca out of her bed and into a rehearsal, Beca realised she didn't gave to. Not this year anyway. The gap in formation would remain, the missing layer from their vocals wouldn't be restored, and that was okay. It was their way of honouring Chloe, of grieving a loss too big for words. There was no filling Chloe's spot, and that was okay, because no-one could ever fill that gap for them. They would always be a family member down, and pretending otherwise would do none of them any good.

So now, in front of the judges, their fellow acapella singers, and fans, the Barden Bellas would perform in the ICCA finals for Chloe. They would bring home the trophy for the woman who had always believed in them, even when they didn't believe in themselves.

As they sang and danced, performing their hearts out, Beca felt as though Chloe was watching, that if there was some kind of heaven she was sitting on a cloud somewhere and cheering them on with an enthuasism that far outpaced the packed crowd in the theatre. She looked up in the seconds before her solo, half convinced that she could see the beaming grin of the woman she loved shining back at her before she stepped forward.

This one was for Chloe.

"One by one, only the good die young... they're only flyin' too close to the sun, and life goes on... without you..."

Beca had made it through qualifiers and regionals and the quarter and semi finals without shedding a tear, too numb with loss to register the emotions behind her choice for this set as the fast paced number mellowed and sombered. But in the bright lights of the Lincoln Centre, knowing this was her last time performing this set, performing for Chloe so openly, she felt them welling in her eyes with such a force that she was amazed she could still sing.

"Another tricky situation, I get to drowin' in the blues, and I find myself thinkin', well, what would you do?"

"Ooh..."

As the Bellas harmonised around her, Beca let her head drop for a moment, trying to pull herself together to finish. She had to finish, this was for Chloe, she had to keep going.

"Yes, it was such an operation...

"Ooh."

"Forever paying every due.. "

Beca looked gratefully to Sracie who had picked up her solo, breaking formation to stand with Beca and shore her up. She gently wiped a tear from Beca's cheek, her own falling as freely as Beca nodded that she was okay to continue.

"Hell, you made a sensation! You found a way through..."

Beca poured everything she had into her next lines, head high as she belted the lines not to her audience but up high into the air, up to Chloe who she knew was watching them.

"Touch my tears... with your lips... touch my world... with your fingertips... and we can have forever... and we can love forever... forever is our today!"

Beca didn't care if she permanently damaged her vocal chords as she continued to belt out her lines, suddenly so raw and emotional after months of trying to put all her feelings to one side so she could get out of bed. The whole world fell away, Beca left on stage alone as Chloe stood in front of her, tears in her eyes as she reached for Beca, Beca's hand streched out for the hand she knew she wouldn't be able to grasp, desperate to touch Chloe, to hold her hand, to be with her just one more time.

"Who wants to live forever? Who wants to live forever? Forever... is our today..."

The Bellas had joined Beca again, their choreography tossed aside as they moved into a tight line either side of their openly grieving sister, Stacie and Amy practically holding her up as Beca's shaking body managed to produce the final line of their set.

"Who waits forever anyway?"

The lights went down, plunging the stage in darkness, the audience erupted in applause and cheers, but Beca didn't notice any of it, sobbing hard as her legs finally gave out underneath her. It was Stacie that lifted her from the ground, carrying her backstage as Beca fell apart, every ounce of emotion that she had poured into their set tearing her soul to pieces.

"I w-want Chloe." Beca choked out as Stacie held her tighter still, now sequestered backstage with the Bellas around her, "I w-want her b-back!"

"I know." Stacie whispered into her hair, "I know Becs. She'd be so proud of you, that was incredible."

"I want Chloe." Beca whimpered, "I want Chloe."

There was nothing any of them could say, and they knew it, her family instead choosing to move around until all of them had huddled together in a tight embrace, Beca cocooned in the centre of them, raw and bereft as they came together to comfort the one person who had not once fallen apart on them until now.

"I'm here Becs."

Beca knew Chloe wasn't really there, that she wasn't really stood their with them, but in that moment she didn't care, screwing her eyes tighter shut so that she could cling to this illusion a little longer.

"I love you Beca."

Beca could've sworn she felt fingers gently slotting with her own, felt a head pressed against her temple.

"It' okay Beca. You can hold my hand, if it makes you feel safer."

#is it bad if i'm sobbing at my own fic??? because i am 😭😭😭 #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #bechloe fics #bechloe fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #anon #prompt things

[raiha-storm65557]

Snippet: The kings jester

I laid there, holding the book over my head using both arms. My note taking was as useful as ever, from jokes my king and his family liked to their habits and behaviour. I flipped through the pages, some having poems, some jokes, some drawings. The jester’s handbook they called it. It wasn't all that wrong, it received that nickname because I always had it with me, but it's more of a notebook, really. I stopped at one page, ah… the dogs! Once, I tested a theory on soothing this family. When one would get upset, I'd simply asked, would you like a dog? Truth be told I still do that with his majesty. I’ve given him dozens of my dogs by now. They are fiery creatures of my own design; he takes them to battle or executions. Sooner or later, one will have fallen and I'll replace it soon enough. But my kings second daughter didn't like them at all. The first time I asked her, she hadn't even seen them yet, but she looked horrified and insulted, I had to save myself by saying she was right, elegant cats fit her more than some bloodhounds. The king sat himself next to me, his hand rested next to my head, he must be in a good mood to not scold me for laying so carelessly. Yet again I am a jester, it is expected of me to be a fool. We joked and chatted. "A dog, my king?" I teased, offering one like a mere drink. "HA! I should just lock you up and take all of your dogs for myself right now!" he responded, smiling brightly, joy in his eyes. It only took a second for me to think and close my book, smiling. "You'll have to catch me first." I smirked and bolted out of the room, hearing him laugh. Soon enough he got up to go along with my silly game of tag.

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I don't remember what had set me off but it wasn't him. This game of tag was no longer a game and it was not because of anything he or I had done. I ran, feeling how I trembled and shook. Down to the cells I went. They were a perfect hiding place.

Thick grey stone walls, metal doors with only a small slid as a way to look into the cells and even those could be closed. Total isolation. No one would want to go here. I knew how to open them from the inside, they had one flaw and no one but me knew of. Every door had at least one flaw. I noticed a figure following me and I bolted into the first free cell, hearing the door lock behind me. I squeezed my mouth shut using both of my hands, my whole from pressed together to be as small as I could be, huddled together against the door in hopes that if someone were to look in, I'd be in the dead spot of their vision. I felt my own breath against my fingers, quick and unsteady, was I hyperventilating? The sound of the slid opening filled my ears. I almost didn't dear glance up but when I did, I was meet with the kings’ eyes staring down at me. Those yellow-orange eyes that I'd learned to respect... He looked calm, he wasn't saying anything, did he know I was hiding? He already knew better than anyone that I could free myself from these, no any cells. He looked to his left and a spark of rage fill him. He looked down at me again in a way that said "don't worry about it" before closing the slid and leaving me by myself. I didn't dare move...

Tag list: @shesadollette I posted it, you happy now? Also @kaiflameheart since you like king stuff

#writing snippet #jester oc #king oc #not a prompt #writing #original work #king stuff #fyp #I know how to tag posts yes #random thoughts #I've had this in my head since I woke up #royal x servant #fantasy

[ifhymona]

٭* Not Too Late *٭

chino moreno x reader

Summary: Desperate for a job, you go out into the streets of Sacramento hoping at least one place will consider you. You come across a paper looking for a band’s new assistant. Little did you know, the band’s lead singer was your old best friend and ultimate back stabber.

chapter 2 ~ chapter 3

1k words

a/n: thank you guys so much for choosing my story to read ! i have been working on this story for months now and am passionate about it so any criticism is needed and accepted ! authors note’s are going to be a crucial part for understanding the story so please read them when you can ! also posted on my ao3 @romantic_daydream i hope you guys enjoy !

it was the summer of 1997. a month ago i had gotten fired from my job at a flower arrangement company and hadn’t had the motivation to get back up and look for work. i’m 20 years old still living with my parents because i dropped out of college.

mom and dad hated that i dropped out. they were already pissed that i had taken a gap year and started college at 19. i don’t know why though.

my dad barged into my room. “y/n! what do you think you’re doing?” he pulled my blanket that was covering me and opened the blinds.

“you can’t just be cooped up in your room all day! get up and go do something productive for once.” he yelled at me.

i groaned. “dad, it’s summer. i don’t wanna do anything.”

“y/n, you’re 20 years old with no job! i don’t wanna hear that there’s nothing to do when you can easily go out and get a job! now stop being a slob and go!” he slammed my door.

i sat up and looked around. my room was a mess and so was i. i will admit, ever since i lost my job, life has been shitty. my parents keep reminding me that i’m a nobody. i already know that. they think that telling me that will motivate me to get up and do something with myself. when i do, it’s always “wow you’re finally doing this for once?”

i shake off my thoughts and go take a shower and brush my teeth. i go to fix myself a cup of coffee and noticed my dad had left. i started thinking back to what he had said while i was making myself coffee. i hate to admit it but dad was right. i’m tired of feeling like a slob and a nobody and it was time i did something about it.

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i was walking around town looking for work. i was able to apply at a handful of places already. i didn’t care what the job was, if i seen they were hiring on their door, i would walk in and apply. i noticed on a light post a big orange paper that stated “LOCAL BAND THE DEFTONES IN NEED OF AN ASSISTANT TAKE NUMBER BELOW FOR MORE DETAILS”

the deftones? i had never heard of them before but i do need a job. i ripped off one of the paper slips and went on with my day.

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when i got home, i had called the number and i was told i would help the band with setting up venues and going out and getting whatever they needed last minute. they said to just show up at the address they gave me on saturday noon aka now today.

i was standing in front of what seemed to be an abandoned mechanics garage. there was a line of people standing outside of the door. i wasn’t expecting that much people to be here.

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after around 40 minutes of waiting, i heard my name being called. i walked into the garage i had originally seen outside. i could tell that this was where they practiced since all of their instruments were here.

as i was looking around, i seen someone walking up to me.

“y/n l/n?” he read off a paper not paying attention to me. i recognized him though.

“camillo?”

he looked up. i seen him tense up when he realized who i was.

“oh great. i didn’t realize it was that y/n.” somebody walked up behind camillo and flicked his ear.

“what’s got your panties in a twist ?” he shaked my hand. “hello, my name is chi, i’m the bassist of the band.”

“nice to meet you, chi. i’m y/n.” i seen two people chatting together a few feet behind us. “and who are those people?”

chi shouted at them to come over. when my attention was on the two guys, i felt eyes on me. i looked over at camillo and he looked down at his paper. my attention was turned back to the two guys as they introduced themselves.

“i’m stephen, the lead guitarist.”

“and i’m abe the coolest drummer you’ll meet.” he winked at me. i chuckled.

“look guys, i can already tell, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. you need to leave.” camillo grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the door. but my other arm was grabbed by chi.

“now hold on chino, you haven’t even given the girl a chance yet.”

“i don’t need to. i know her type.”

i pulled my arm out of camilo’s hand. “trust me, you don’t.” i glared at him. “if you don’t want me here then i’m completely fine with leaving.” i crossed my arms.

“there’s no need for that. come, sit.” chi pulled me and sat me down at the couch they had in their garage.

they all surrounded me and started asking me questions. i felt like i was being interrogated. they asked me questions about my favorite bands and if i had any previous experience in the music industry.

after around 20 questions or so, they all went to the corner of the room and whispered to each other while looking back to me. i tried to eavesdrop.

“guys, no. she cant be our assistant!” camillo exclaimed.

“why not? just because you’re the front man doesn’t mean you make all the decisions for the band.” abe told him.

“yeah and she’s basically perfect dude. you know it, i know it, we all know it! the chemistry is there! it feels like we’ve known her our whole lives and let’s be honest, everybody else who was here either was just a fan, here to meet us or genuinely kinda sucked.” chi explained.

stephen chimed in. “he probably doesn’t want her in because he can’t keep it in his pants.” they all started laughing while camillo’s face turned a bright red.

“you know what fine. you guys win this time.”

i turned my head to make it seem like i didn’t hear anything when they walked my way.

“you’re in.” they all said.

a/n: i hope you guys liked the first chapter ! i’m only posting this just to see how it does so if you guys want chapter 2, just comment it and i’ll post ! lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #fem!reader #chi cheng #abe cunningham #stephen carpenter #nu metal #mall goth #emo #alternative #grunge #goth #metalhead #1990s #1990s nu metal #bands #korn

[inkoherentwriting]

find the word tag game

indirectly tagged by @hannahcbrown so im gonna answer here

The first word given was moon-- which I found in a work in progress about one of my TES ocs :>

The note had been left in one of his packs for possibly months; if not a few years. Gyffard was surprised it wasn’t completely torn apart or crumpled from being forgotten and left pressed against the bottom of the bag where he kept repair hammers and such. Upon removing the letter from his pack to study it, Gyffard realized that dried blood caked through to the back of the parchment. Not a good sign, that. He decided the best course of action would be to open the letter now. Even though tonight was slightly more cloudy, Gyffard could see the letter well enough by moon’s light-- and the campfire meant he wouldn’t have to squint either. As he opened to study what was written inside, the parchment crackled in a fragile sort of way and even popped once. He wasn’t sure to expect but could only inhale then release his breath slowly as he began reading.

the next word was home-- a fun one I found in an exchange fic I did about Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI!

Thoughtfully, Celes tapped her foot on the floor. Being Cid’s ward granted her some freedom of movement-- but if she wandered off too far towards some Empire barracks or other official building, she might get into trouble that even Cid could not rescue her from.  Finally, she chewed her lip a bit and crossed her arms before speaking. “Searching about where?”  Your guardian’s office. You are not afraid to step in there are you?  “I am not!” Celes pouted, almost barking in response. “I have no reason to be afraid of Cid.” With Shiva’s laughter ringing in her ears gently, Celes huffed and stepped from her room.  It was quiet in the small complex that she and Cid called home. Cid himself was probably out at the lab, chatting with the scientists about her infusions and whatever other grand plans they had. Come to think of it, Cid seemed to only infrequently speak to Celes about anything from his work aside from the infusions.  Does something bother you, young Celes?  Her hand resting on the door, Celes sighed even though she could not see Shiva right now.  As I said, if you are afraid to step into--  “I am not afraid.” Celes interrupted, making her voice as firm as she could manage. Even if Shiva’s words were of genuine concern they meant little to Celes. She had not made it this far as Cid’s ward by being too timid and afraid of what was unknown.

the next word was hearth, which haha! I found in another TES fic (an exchange fic, even!) about Corvus and Millona :>

Millona’s smile could not get any wider. “And I do not regret a moment of time with you. Though... I do hope you plan on staying longer this time.” Corvus flinched and Millona felt a stab of guilt. She had never been good at jokes like Corvus was, she was far too austere. “Corvus..” She whispered and his eyes perked to look directly at her. “I’m sorry. That was meant to be a joke, but it was in poor taste.” Their dancing slowed as Corvus considered his response.  “Your humor has always been that kind of dry, love.” Corvus shook his head. “No... it hurts because it’s also true.” He stopped the dance entirely.  “Corvus, I didn’t mean to-- I-- please don’t stop...” Millona whimpered. There was a moment of silence before Corvus started a much slower, more thoughtful step.  “Millona... I just thought of how... how much you knew and the much more you didn’t know.” He sighed. “And how much you suffered waiting for me. I made myself watch when you could only see me as a stranger.”  “But you’re not a stranger; you’re my husband!” Millona rested her head against his chest. “And I love you still Corvus.”  Her husband’s smile was tender if reticent. “A husband that has left you ten years cold, Millie.”  “And the only man who could ever possibly reignite this cold hearth...” Millona took one of his hands into hers. “Do you accept that challenge, Corvus Umbranox?”  “I do.”

And the final word was tears... hoo fun time! another exchange fic, but about mustadio from Final Fantasy Tactics and his disjointed little family (might rewrite this one day... and some others)

Besrudio himself hardly had reaction enough to register between the moment they saw the construct coming back into view with menacing red eyes to the moment he saw Mustadio frantically move in front of Besrudio himself. He was waving at Construct Eight, shouting, but Besrudio stood in place gripping his cane tight even when he realized the damned machine had just knocked his son over with a singular strike.   “DISENGAGING ON PROTOCOL TO DEFEND MASTER FROM ATTACK. PROTOCOL FAILED.” Construct Eight lowered its hulking shoulders then stood, stoically, in front of Mustadio’s fallen and groaning form. “Mustadio!” He cried, his entire body shaking even with the cane upright in his hand and solid against the ground. “Gods above, not my son again! Mustadio!! ” Besrudio wailed, unable to keep composure this time. Unable to bend much to kneel beside his son either; even as he could be dead or dying. Besrudio was beginning to cry realizing that he was too old and too useless to even protect his son now when it mattered.  His tears stifled abruptly when he chanced to hear a small wheeze from Mustadio. A wheeze that grew in volume until he came to the realization that Mustadio was laughing as much as he could lying in pain on the floor. “S-Son? What is--why are you laughing?!”  Mustadio’s eyes opened and they too were watery. “D-Dad… the construct works like a beauty thanks to you and the boys. He heard us arguing and… and misinterpreted my words…”  “Speak no more..!” Besrudio huffed. “....Mustadio… I am glad you are alive right now, I--” “No, father… he… he’d be a great companion… for you. He could protect you--” Mustadio laughed again and rested both hands over where the construct had pummeled him. “--whilst I am away.”

Really fun to look through my fics & works in progress to try and find these words! I recommend this as a fun exercise if nothing else~

Tagging only anybody who wants to try this, because I know how it feels to have the pressure of expectation upon you-- your words, should you choose to accept them, are cycle, abrupt, sincere, and toils! :V

#writing #my writing #tag game #inkywrites

[sebsxphia]

Seb, I know I have said it a million times, but I'm going to say it a million more whether it's here or in private messages. Thank you for your posts. And I don't just mean your writing (although it always makes my day. Especially on my bad ones, curling up with my sloth stuffie and reading through for comfort) but for you. You take the time to say hello, to check in, to let everyone ramble, and let people talk. You let everyone be who they want, and you provide a safe place. I come to Tumblr to get away from everything, whether it's my personal life, politics, drama... I know your page is immediately the place I can go to so I can shut my brain off. On this app, this blog, I can just let myself enjoy any silly posts or jokes, see the soft thoughts or the thots.

I don't know if you know how much it means to me to just have you here. And I hope soon I'll be back to writing once my mental health is better (I am working with my therapist!) And I can maybe bring you some of that joy too. I try to make my page drama free and politically free, so people have the opportunity to be relaxed also. The only "drama" (although i dont see it as drama personally) I know I step in is defending other writers. Cause seb, you and so many others, if you get even a little hate, just send them my way. I'll go right up to bat for ya ❤️

Sorry, got a little off topic (apparently when showing my love for people that happens. Who knew?)

But still, even if you chose to stop writing and just wanted to be a chat blog, I would be here. You became such a great friend, honestly.

Thank you ❤️

gabbie 🥺🥺🥺

i’m sorry i took a while to reply to this. i had it in my inbox and i just kept re-reading it and tearing up and feeling all mushy 🥺

i’m at a complete loss for words and overwhelmed (in the best way!) with this sweet and thoughtful message. i hope you know this has truly made my entire week and i really needed to read this rn. goodness, i’m just so honored and happy to hear that my lil blog can provide that comfort and safe place for you. it’s music to my ears. 💗

i know i’ve said it before, but i’ve always wanted this lil blog to be a safe place and let people come ramble, talk or vent, and it makes my heart swell that it’s perceived like that.

i’m also so pleased to hear that you’re working with your therapist! i hope you’re taking it slow and taking care of yourself, because you deserve it my lovely angel! you are so sweet, kind and wonderful and i’m just so thrilled to call you my friend, and an incredibly wonderful friend at that! 🥹💗

do not apologise one bit, my love. spreading love and joy is a okay here! thank you so much for this message and thank you for just being the lovely and kind soul that you are, inside and out. i’m sending you so much love my angel, mwah mwah mwah! 💗💕💓🫶🏼

#💌you’ve got mail #daughterofthereaper02 <33 #💐 these are for you! <33 #i love you so so so much <3333 #words cannot describe!! <33333

[pieground]

• T a c e n d a

Comte x MC (First person pov)

n.

– things that are better left unsaid.

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“It's time to go, MC. ”

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Le Comte wrapped one of his arms around my waist, walking us out of the mansion towards the waiting carriage. I spent all day preparing for this ball as it will be the last one I will be attending before the passage of time opens again.

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This will be the last time I get to dance with him.

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The sun is already taking its leave and the horizon was painted with deep reds and oranges, the moon's just missing a small fraction before it becomes whole again, it looks beautiful, and yet, all I want to look at is him.

The last of the sun's colors bled with his golden hue as we walked closer to each other. His hair idly played with the breeze... oh, how his eyes glowed in ethereal light whenever the sunrays kissed his irises.

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It is this image I want to burn in my mind.

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“Give me your hand, I'll help you get in. ” His arm eased its hold but never left my body for it reached for my hand, guiding me inside the carriage before he sat beside me and the horse started moving.

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As we traveled, my thoughts were filled with him, of how we first met and the weeks we spent with each other. He may have said he was the reason why I ended up crossing time and getting stuck in this unfamiliar place, but to me, it was fate that made its move that I met him in the first place; My earring falling, him noticing and picking it up for me and even putting it back to its place. A short chat we had but I couldn't get him off my mind, I like seeing it as the moment our fates entangled... and now that I have to go back, they're almost free from their hold. It's interesting to think how this could not be a love story but alas, we are way too different. He is a pureblood and I am a mere human, even if he turns me, nothing would change.

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Pointless.

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When I found myself in the 19th Century and learned I could only return to my own time after a month, I was anxious, and a month never felt so long. I'm sure that to Le Comte, who's cursed to live forever, a month is just a wink of an eye.

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Now, I wonder if I will ever be visiting his thoughts once we depart, or will I be on his mind as the years pass.

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Maybe, wishful thinking, but I hope I do because he will always be on mine.

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When we arrived at the venue, I reached for his hand. Not because I felt nervous like before but simply wanted to let myself be as selfish as I can without crossing the line. The nobles happily chatted with us, especially with him. Their smiles seem aglow, with cheery laughs and gestures that I found myself smiling.

Many of these are his friends who also became mine. I will miss these faces. Their smiles only fell when I announced my departure tomorrow with the excuse of returning to my hometown.

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When the orchestra started playing a lovely tune, his hand squeezed mine, spreading warmth to me as he positions us for a dance, “You will be leaving me tomorrow night... ” He muttered as he placed one of his hands on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder.

“Tomorrow night, I will be leaving you... ” I echoed his words, a bittersweet smile grew on both of our faces. A proof there was a facade in our act of normalcy.

As we started twirling around, we never left each other's eyes. It's like time has stopped for us, it is just me and him at this moment. Nothing can take him away from me and nothing can take me away from him. This is our last dance and hoped that it wasn't, but if it is this perfect, I wouldn't have it the other way... So let me just.. savor this.

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“Will you remember me? ” I asked him, a little shocked by my own voice that came out of a shallow breath. Pleading, 'Please remember me.'

He gave me one of those smiles where his eyes gleamed with molten gold, a tender and promising smile, “I have always remembered you and will always do. ”

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“That's all I ever wanted. ”

That's all I can ever ask of you... I bet that if I asked you to let me stay by your side, you will have a different answer because you knew it. You know how it's gonna end up, don't you? That's why none of us are brave enough to face it.

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You have always known that I love you and I'd like to believe that there is a love in you that has always been there for me.

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With effort, I swallowed my tears and instead smiled at him, telling myself in my mind that I will be alright once it is over but when his hand tenderly caressed my face and looked at me with both love and farewell in his eyes, my courage wavered and I found myself buried in his chest as tears blurred my eyes.

"Tomorrow night, I will be leaving you. " —but will be leaving a huge part of me in here, including my heart that will forever belong to you. That's all I can give you and I swear to never take any step further.

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After all, it was the Sun that burned Icarus' wings when he flew too close and too much that sent him falling down to his doom.

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And none of us want that, right?

#ikemen vampire #ikemenvampire #ikevamp #cybird #ikemenseries #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire comte #Spotify

[fernsplaysthings]

And a stupidly soft chat between a stupidly in love Hunter pair.

I really am here making stuff for myself.

It’d been a long day. It wasn’t a regular occurance to become bound together by Hive magic, stalk through a really messed up version of a questionably OK memory and relive some of the worst parts of their life through the voices of guilt, shame and fear. But now, curled up in each other on the sofa, Kestral and Crow found a moment to work out their new bond, test the tethers, and talk…about a lot.

It wasn’t a deep therapy session, just getting the thoughts of the day off their chests.

They’d talked over the worst of it. Uldren’s effect on Crow. Why Kestral’s nightmares materialised with mangled, mashed up voices all layered over one another bar a few, notably Cayde.

“I didn’t even know Zavala had been married.”

Kestral shrugged, ear to Crow’s chest and draped over his reclining form, “He rarely mentioned it. I mean I’m not surprised, why would he talk about that kind of heartbreak?”

His chest reverberated with an understanding hum, lightly massaging the points of the other Hunter’s body with his fingertips where his hands rested in a loose embrace, “Do Guardians often get married?”

“I don’t know. I assume so?” Kestral sighed, “Or maybe ‘til death do us part’ hits a little too hard when you know for almost certain that your spouse is going to be long gone before you will be.”

Crow furrowed his brow, “Do Guardians never marry other Guardians?”

They finally tilted their head upwards, chin to Crow’s chest, looking up at him through their eyelashes, “I’ve never thought about it. Does the whole ‘death’ section count when you’re eating dirt every half hour some days? Is that a loophole? Or does it only apply to final deaths? Like I’m old as fuck Crow, some poor fucker could’ve been attached to this for centuries.”

His expression softened, hands moving to hold their face, pulling them gently upwards and kissing them, “A few centuries sounds nice.”

They immediately pressed their face into his chest, the tips of their ears betraying the flush that he’d become used to seeing spread over their face, ears and chest. The new bond between them sharing the fluster and giddy hope that Kestral seemed to be trying to tame. He just chuckled, stroking up and down their sides, the adoring look on his face still there when they finally looked back up, hoping that somehow that weird connection would express the stupid amount of sincerity he had.

“You don’t really want that, Crow.”

“I don’t need a ceremony to stay by your side for the next millennium.”

By the depth of Kestral’s blush they should’ve been glowing. He knew this was new to them, as new to them as it was to him. He could see them struggling with the thought of this type of devotion, at least in regards to themself, panic and fear at not feeling deserving of it, excitement and nervousness at wanting it more than anything else.

“You don’t have to promise me anything, love,” Kestral finally managed to whisper, sitting upright straddled across his lap and hands square on his chest, “I want you to be free enough that you can just follow your heart, always. Free enough that you know you can speak to me no matter what.”

Crow had lifted one of their hands from his chest and kissed the palm with a deep inhale, eyes never leaving theirs. He watched their breath hitch in their chest, kissed each finger tip individually and smiled.

“Maybe we stop talking for a bit now though?”

#destiny 2 #d2 #yw x crow #guardian x crow #kestral // #I can't not write them being goofily in love with each other

[roodles03]

Hey I have a kinda grim update, last night I was working on that animation thing ive teased and while I was doing it my right wrist decided to give up on me. In other words my right wrist started hurting real bad. I'm strictly right handed, so this interferes with drawing immensely. I wasn't able to get want I wanted done despite me pushing myself to try.

I stopped and put one of my dad's wrist braces on, then ate and went to bed like "I hope this fixes itself in the morning," but no. When I woke up the pain had spread to my fingers and down towards my elbow, and thats what I knew exactly what this was.

Now this HAS happened to me before, serveal times, actually. To both of my wrists, too (not sure why it has happened to my left wrist outside of when I fell directly on it once, lol your guess is as good as mine) Its a certain kind of pain too that I can barely describe. I think it might be nerve pain?? I have no idea. Im only 18 so its not like I'd know chornic pain that well. But this time is one of the nastiest ones ive ever had to deal with. I think it might be carpal tunnel, but I can't say for sure. I'm tired of this happening so I plan to ask a doctor about it, so ill give confirmation when I see one.

Now I don't know why this happened so suddenly, because after my cat died and before my life started getting super busy 2 weeks ago, I was drawing A LOT, pretty much every day, there was one day where I must've spent like 15 nonconsecutive hours and pulled an all nighter just to draw for the picnic comic. I hadn't really drawn all too much in the past 2 weeks due to friends and family visiting, and when I finally get the chance to my wrist decides to die.

My theory is that I'm just rusty and I went back into drawing a little too hard, but that's my only guess. But even then, I didn't even draw that much, I just lined and colored Hunter's body and animated only the eyes and mouth for 6 frames. That was literally it.

Normally when this happens it resolves after a couple days, but I'm very upset because this is my last chance to have a lot a free time to draw for a very long time. I go on my annual trip to New York on June 20th, and don't come back until August 20th, and fall semester of college starts August 22nd or 23rd, (and I have a 5 day week now instead of 4) meaning I won't really have complete free time to draw again until December when winter break starts. It's not like I'll have no time to draw, I ALWAYS find a way, but it's still really upsetting.

I'll just have to try and rest my arm until its better, but I know myself, I'm gonna try drawing too early anyway. I do it every time this happens. So don't be suprised if I end up posting something anyway. Im such a bad art workaholic lmao.

Anyway I'll shut up now. Sorry for chatting your ear off lol.

#rooie dies #update

[terrible-twst-oc-ideas]

Would You Believe I've Never Had a Lesson? VI. Finale - Entering the New World

Months passed. Seasons went by. Time, as it always did, marched forward from the moment Piper sent their arcane academy applications. In the midst of it, it might have seemed like forever. But now, on the day of their departure, it seemed to have come too soon.

“Ah, there you are, darling. Let me help you with those.” Mr. Duke was already waiting for Piper when they trudged out of the school’s front entrance, and began loading their bags into his car. “Do you wish to sit in the front or the back seat?”

“Um--” Piper pushed their glasses up, readjusting their thoughts. “The front. Please.”

Mr. Duke nodded, and opened the car door. After a few more minutes of packing, they were off.

“So. Magpie Academy…” Mr. Duke hummed, his eyes on the road and his ears turned toward Piper, “I’m not surprised you chose that one. Their strong academic program appealed to you, no doubt.”

“Yes, of course it did. But it wasn’t much of a choice either,” Piper squinted, not pleased by the summer sun in their eyes. They really should have sat in the back where it was shadier. “The only other school I applied to was Noble Bell, though I never heard back from them. It was admittedly disappointing. I’m already familiar with the campus, and it would have been nice to still be nearby.”

“Ah, do not fret, darling. You’re smart and sure enough to get by. I’m sure you’ll get settled in no time.” Mr. Duke’s eyes glistened with melancholy, before they darted over to Piper’s clothes. “That’s a lovely coat you’re wearing. Where did you get it?”

“From a shop in town. My parents sent me money for it as a birthday gift.” They glanced down at the coat, a bold, dark blue topcoat with piano-cuffed sleeves and spiraling green patterns. “I thought it made for a distinctive piece of performance wear.”

“You thought right,” Mr. Duke smiled, “It suits you.”  

Neither party had much more to say, so Piper let their attention wander towards the window. It had been ages since they’d last seen this road, these city streets. They’d been just a small child back then, with nothing more than a talent for piano and some bags that were far too heavy for them. It was a bus that transported them from the train station, wasn’t it? Yes, they remember how noisy all the other students were, how the little ones chatted with their parents and how the older ones chatted with their friends. They had no one to talk to but their thoughts.

Back then, everything about Madame Bonfamille’s had been strange and new to them. The hallways hadn’t etched themselves into their memory, all the faces hadn’t been set in stone. They had yet to become acclimated to the schedule, the people, the way everyone viewed them. Even their organ was a mysterious and beautiful stranger, one their younger self had been drawn to like a light in the dark, slipping out of their dormitory to visit and play her in the dead of night. Of every person and thing from their old school, she was the only one Piper had bothered to say goodbye to. She’d been theirs for nearly a decade, after all. They hoped someone else would come to cherish her as much as they did. 

“Well. We’re here.” The car came to a stop along the curb, not far from the train station. “I’ll help you with your bags again. Would you like for me to walk with you?”

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Duke,” Piper sighed, already getting out of the car, “I know you have other business to attend to. And besides, I can manage by myself.” 

Mr. Duke nodded, removing Piper’s few bags from the car.

“Well. I guess this is au revoir, then.” Their former teacher held out his hand, and Piper shook it. “Best of luck to you, darling. Take care.”

“You as well, Mr. Duke. Adieu.”

Their teacher’s smile became bittersweet, giving his former student one last look, before returning to his car and driving away. Piper watched him leave, first staring at the car, and then, once it had disappeared around a corner, at the point in the skyline they knew was Madame Bonfamille’s roof. 

It was hard not to feel melancholic about leaving such a place behind. Even if it was never fully home, its familiar comforts still called to them-- their old dorm room, Mr. Duke’s attentive-ear smiles, their first and most beloved organ. They hadn’t even left the city yet, and they were already mourning those small joys. 

But, they knew they couldn’t stare forever. Madame Bonfamille’s had been a new world once, and through time, they’d turned it into a familiar one. They simply needed to do it again. 

Piper fixed their eyes on the station, gathered their bags, and began to walk forward.

#terrible three #t3 writings #piper origin story #twst ocs #happy new year gang!