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ghouljams · 7 months

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I finished the medieval Ghost drawing and I drew what I imagined the Royal Crest to look like. The chainmail wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Fun to draw 10/10 would recommend.

Let's fucking goooo, that's my MAN!!! I could stare at this for fucking hours, I'm going to stare at it for hours, thank you. Also the crest?? The Crest???? So good.

God!!! The hand on the leg(too far up to be proper I see u Ghost) and the way he's sort of bowing to her like I can feel the emotion in my teeth I want to eat this. Have some fic.

"You're wearing your helm," you keep your voice low, hardly moving your head to speak to the knight behind you. This is one of those tedious things you have to do sometimes. You stand with your seated parents as they hear the people's complaints, and try not to think about how you would handle things. You're supposed to be pretty, not smart. Although you are smart, and you do have ideas, you're expected to keep them to yourself.

"Didn't want to show you up," Ghost jokes, voice as monotone as ever. You smile a little to yourself.

"If you're so much prettier than me, you can take over being the show pony," you joke back.

"And rob the kingdom of seeing you all dressed up? Wouldn't dream of it," you can hear the slight chuckle in his voice, it's a comfort. Having Ghost nearby is always a comfort. He has such a way of calming you, keeping you from pulling to far into yourself. He treats you like a person, not a princess, when you need him to.

"I'd quite enjoy seeing you in a dress, something to emphasize your waist maybe?" Although finding something to fit his broad shoulders might be a bit more tricky. All that swinging a sword around has certainly built him a nice physique. It's silly, but the thought makes your placid princess smile a little more genuine.

"What do you know about my waist?" He asks, you can still hear his amusement in his tone. That's good, you'd hate to offend him.

"Only what I've seen of it," you hum.

"Sneaking peaks are we?" He clicks his tongue and the sound reverberates through your bones, you feel it like he's physically touched you the way it slides down your spine, "Naughty girl."

You tell yourself he's only joking, but that doesn't dull your reaction. Heat blooms over your cheeks, you swallow the feeling that wells in your chest, and wet your lips. Does he know he can take you apart with just those two words? That the depth in his tone, the growl in his voice, makes you want to melt where you stand?

You turn to tell him you absolutely were not sneaking peaks, and that even if you did happen to it would only have been while you were on the road together. Which you hardly think counts considering there's hardly any privacy when camping anyway. You catch your mother's glare at the first twitch from you. You keep your eyes forward and do your best not to pout.

"If you stand there nice and pretty like a good girl I'll tell you why I'm wearing my helm," Ghost never whispers, but he speaks so that his voice doesn't carry. You watch your mother for any sign that she's listening, and she hardly bats an eye. You suppose you're both far enough back, and her attention is far enough forward, to grant you some level of privacy. You give the barest hint of a nod for your knight, and he lets out a breath.

"Good," Maybe one word is all he needs, you like the way he says it, the way it brushes over your skin. He's quiet for a long while. Two people get up to air their grievances before he speaks again. It's long enough that you almost want to ask, to jog his memory. If you didn't know better you might squirm.

"Wanted to make sure I wasn't caught staring," He tells you finally.

"What are you looking at?" You smile to hide the quick twitch in your brows. It's not like Ghost to be distracted doing his duties, you wonder what-

"You're clever, what do you think I'm looking at?" His voice is so thick you wonder how he was able to speak at all. You take stock of the room, the throng of people and servants. His eyes should be everywhere, there's only one place they truly shouldn't be. On you.

You can feel them, the weight of his gaze as it travels over you. You can feel where it settles: your waist, your hips, your chest, your neck, your lips. You let out a breath and know his eyes have settled on the movement of it. How are you supposed to survive the rest of this interminable function with his eyes on you like this?

"I am clever aren't I," You tell him, knowing the way he hums in assent will do nothing to stop the heat that follows his gaze.

"You are."

It's strange how you can have so many eyes on you and never feel their pressure, but knowing your knight is watching makes you almost self conscious. You can feel every brush of your skirt, every shift in your posture that your breath brings, every little twitch in your body magnified under Ghost's watchful eye. You haven't wanted to fidget since you were a child, and yet here you are. Your skin crawling, your bones begging to move, if for no other reason than to give Ghost something to look at, some reason to watch you.

Suddenly you're not standing for your parents, or out of duty to your position, you're standing for him. And that's so much different isn't it? You can't move, can't directly speak to Ghost, and though your fingers ache to touch him neither of you would dare. What pleasure does he get from this?

More so, how is it so pleasant for you?

You wonder if he looks at you often, if he likes what he sees. You wonder if he has favorite dresses, favorite jewelry, if he ever hopes you'll wear something again. You wonder if he has favorite parts of you, if he likes your eyes as much as you like his, if he thinks about your hands as often as you do his. You hope he does. You hope he looks at you and thinks of you sweetly.

It's all either of you gets.

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minhosblr · 16 days

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hello! i hope ur day is going well! im not really sure how to word this but ur one of my favorite gifmakers on this site!! and i was wondering if u have any tutorial or would be willing to tell how!! do u make ur gifs so sharp! along w being so smooth and gorgeous im foremost always just stumped at how beautifully sharp ur gifs r!! not to mention the coloring!! regardless of if u get to answer any part of ur process or not, i just wanted to tell you ur gifs r very very beautiful. im always so awed and admiring wnv i see them! so warm and prettily colored yet so sharp!! apologies for gushing here, pls have a good day!!!

AHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, ANON! It always makes me so happy, when I get any kind of compliments on my gifs, so this really really really warms my heart!! ♥

I did a gif tutorial like 1,5 years ago which you can find here! My sharpening has changed slightly from back then, so I'll just tell you what I do now.

Much more detail under the cut (this got way longer and detailed than I had expected)!

This is a walk through of my sharpening/effect process, so if you want any tricks about colouring or anything let me know!

The first important step to sharp gifs is the video quality! The higher the video quality is, the prettier and sharper your gifs will be. TS files are the highest quality (most of the time, sometimes they kind of scam you ngl) files you can get. Else 4k videos are great too! For me I usually don't go under 1080p (with few 720p exceptions). Sometimes I don't really like TS files, because they're a bit too sharp for me. This is mostly if it's a variety show. Concerts tend to be not as sharp in my experience.

I use vapoursynth to resize my gifs before putting them in photoshop. I usually don't do any sharpening or denoise in vapoursynth. This site has everything you need for vapoursynth!

For sharpening and stuff in photoshop, I usually do camera raw + topaz denoise + sharpening + 1% blur at 30% oppacity.

A bonus tip is, if you've done everything and tried soooo hard to make it non-grainy, but you just can't get it to do whatever you want it to... embrace the grain and add a noise layer! I do this with big gifs (540x540) usually.

To go more in depth, my settings for those are as following...

Camera raw

Texture (tekstur) I usually go between 20 and 30, depending on the thing I'm giffing. For Clarity (klarhed) I do the same number as texture, but minus 10. Idk why, it's just how I usually roll!

For Topaz denoise I usually only use a little bit. Like 0.04-0.06 overall strength. I don't really have any "this is what I always do" settings, but usually my shadow is at 0.90 and my highlight is 0.48 (because I liked it one time and then just kept it). You can also use the denoise option in vapoursynth, I just prefer photoshop, because it feels like I have more control over it. I know a lot of people don't use denoise at all, but I usually do with files less than 4k quality!

OBS! Using topaz denoise on smart objects in photoshop is a bit tricky, but I made a video about it once, so here you go! (the video is kind of outdated for me, so ignore the sharpening part and focus on the "how to do after you've put denoise on your gif" part. Also ignore my voice, thank you).

Sharpening:

These are my settings for sharpening. If I think the gif is a bit too sharp after I've added a blur filter, I change the amount (mængde, sorry my ps is in Danish) to 80% and that usually does the trick!

If you use all of these, this is how the smart object will look, before you convert it into frames

Let me know if you have any other questions or anything at all!! ♥

#ask #answered #anon #tutorial #kind of #I've kind of considered doing a “maja's tricks and tips for colouring and other stuff with gifs” post so let me know if that has any intere #i answered this as soon as i got home cause I got excited that someone was asking me for tips ♥

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enid-rhees · 9 months

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Okay so that idea you have about the reader bringing Enid piercings got me thinking about non-apocalyptic/pre-apocalyptic Enid au...

Imagine being in your senior year with Enid, cept' she looks more like this:

*just pretend this is Enid not Elisia lmao-*

Andddd reader has a crush on Enid. She's intrigued by her piercings and her style...

So one day, Enid catches reader staring during class and teases her later on for it.

AGHHH IDK, I HAVE SO MANY Highschool!Enid au IDEASSS-

I'm sorry this is incredibly confusing...idek what I'm saying at this point haha, I'm high af rn 💀✋

ohhhh i love this and i’m able to picture this super cute interaction AAAA okay okay (and i am too 😭)

warnings: none! it’s just a really cute story :’)) although maybe a warning bc i based part of this on how it used to be in high school for me kinda (mostly the lunch part)

a/n: hope u all enjoy! 🫶🏻 requests are back open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned! all info is there :) also for the plot, you are an adopted Grimes child.

you hated math. everything about it was confusing, and you were never able to get the hang of it. the class was long, the teacher was boring, you would quite literally wish to be anywhere but here.

there was only one good thing about math class: Enid Rhee.

Enid Rhee is the girl that sat in the desk across from you. she was smart, insanely pretty, and had this nose piercing that somehow made her even prettier.

if you were being honest, you had a crush on Enid. scratch that - you had a huge crush on Enid. it was a bit pathetic, really. the two of you barely talked, and the few times you did, it left your face burning like crazy. she’s helped you with your in-class work, guiding you through each problem to help you pass.

you loved the way she dressed, how she expressed herself. she always wore darker clothing, and always wore this beanie on her head. but it was cute.

Enid always paid attention in class, because she never really spoke to anyone. she had her group of friends, but you only saw them together at lunch, which took place right after this class. that was also another good thing about math.

“okay, who knows the answer to question three?” the teacher called out, you jumped slightly at the loudness of his voice in the quiet classroom.

for a few seconds, nobody raised their hand. you kept your head down, making it seem like you were still working.

“ah, Enid! you know the answer?” you snapped your head up, Enid had her hand raised. she put it down, “six hundred and eighty seven?” she questioned unsurely.

god, she looked so cute. her maroon eyeshadow really made her green eyes pop, making it easy to get lost in them.

“yes! good, Enid! that’s the answer! everybody, make sure you write that down.” as everyone looked back down at their papers, your eyes were stuck in Enid.

she wrote down the answer, and started to move onto the next one. you sat there, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you watched her with what could only be described as heart eyes.

she looked so cute when she was concentrated, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the answer.

“Y/N!” you jumped in your seat once more when the teacher yelled your name. your face burned as you looked up at him. “i asked you what the answer was to question four?” he asked, clearly annoyed with you for not paying attention.

“u-um,” you stuttered, looking down at your paper, when you looked back up, Enid was looking at you, a soft smile on her face. it made your face burn more.

she then held up 5 fingers underneath her desk. you quickly looked away, “the answer is five… sir.”

“correct! good job, Y/N. make sure to pay attention next time, yeah?” you nodded and put your head back down, mentally cursing at yourself for being caught doing that.

the bell suddenly rang and everyone stood up from their seats, shoving the paper into their folder and into their bag. “whatever you don’t finish is homework!” the teacher announced as everyone was leaving.

as you were putting your folder and notebook back into your bag, Enid appeared next to you. “hi.” she smiled.

“hi.” you smiled back, trying to act calm despite your racing heart. “having… trouble with the work?” she questioned, almost teasingly.

you looked down, trying to hide your growing smile. “uh, yeah. something like that.”

Enid thought for a moment, her eyes looking up at the ceiling briefly. “wanna uh, sit somewhere together at lunch? i could help you.”

it took you a moment to process what she said. your heart felt like it was going to explode. you were surprised she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating inside your chest.

“y-yeah. i’d love to.” you told her. her smile grew wider. “great, let’s go.”

you made your way to the cafeteria in silence, not knowing what to say to her. you hoped that maybe she felt equally as nervous.

the two of you got in line for food. Enid picked up two trays, handing one to you. you gave her a small smile as a thank you. thin crusted pizza sat in pans behind the glass, and you sighed in relief.

normally, you hated school food. but the pizza was somewhat good, and one of the most tolerable foods the school had to offer. didn’t go well with chocolate milk, though.

Enid led you to a two-chair table near the back of the cafeteria. when you sat down, you gave her a gave her a look of uncertainty, “are your uh, friends okay with you not sitting with them?”

she brushed it off with her hand, “they’re fine.” you nodded and took a bite of the pizza. “by the way, you didn’t have to give me the answer.” you chuckled.

Enid shrugged, “i don’t know, seemed like you were pretty distracted by something.” she said in a tone you couldn’t decipher.

you fumbled with the milk carton in your hand as you tried to think of what to say back. was it really that obvious you were staring at her?

“you know, if you like the way i look you can just tell me.” Enid said, confirming your thoughts from two seconds ago. you looked down at your food and tried to hide your embarrassment.

“sorry i-“ you laughed, genuinely at a loss for words. you took a deep breath, “i think you’re cool as hell, Enid.” you chuckled nervously. “you intrigue me.”

“yeah?” she questioned. “how?”

you shrugged, “i mean- your style, i love it. you’re… funny, and smart. but you’re quiet in class unless you have to answer a question. and something about it, i just really like.” you admitted, and you swore your heart was about to pound out of your chest any second.

Enid smiled, a tint of red highlighting her cheeks. “i think you’re pretty cool too.”

but she cleared her throat immediately, shaking her head slightly. “but uh, would you like some help with Mr. Rovia’s work? just so you don’t have to do it at home.”

you blinked, “yeah- yeah that would be nice.” you pulled your folder out of your bag and took the sheet of paper out. Enid pulled out her pen, immediately solving the next problem.

Enid then moved her chair closer to yours, and your shoulders were basically touching. you felt your heart start to race again.

she started to guide you through each problem, and if you were being honest, Enid was a better help than Mr. Rovia ever was. but that also went for most teachers anyway.

before you knew it, the two of you had finished the work. “thanks, Enid. genuinely.” you told her. “i’m always here to help.” she responded.

the bell rang again, signaling that lunch was over. you threw away the leftover food and placed the tray on top of the bin. your next class was science, another class you shared with Enid. but you also shared that class with your little shit of a brother, Carl.

when you entered the classroom, Enid pulled you by the sleeve over to an empty table with two seats. you looked over, and luckily, Carl was busy talking with his friend Henry.

Carl knew about your crush on Enid, and would take every opportunity he had to embarrass you if he saw you with her right now.

“hey, isn’t that your brother?” Enid questioned. you nodded, “yep. little asshole.”

Enid giggled, and that might’ve been one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

“alright class!” the teacher shouted. it was highly unnecessary, given that the classroom was small and everyone was already paying attention.

“i’ve assigned a project.” she announced, and few people groaned. “oh hush. this one is more entertaining than the others. for this project, you need to make a replica of a volcano and recreate an eruption. you’ll be working with one other student, the person you’re sitting next to.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. you’re unable to control how happy you are on the inside, knowing that this could bring you guys closer, and maybe-

“take your computers out and start researching the different types of eruptions that can occur with your partner. this project is due Friday.”

Enid pulled hers out, “ready to completely ace this project… partner?” she asked with the cutest grin.

you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes once more, not understanding how someone this beautiful was in front of you.

you bit your lip as you tried to hide your own lovesick smile, “yeah… let’s do it.”

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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south-park-meta · 9 months

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tbh It made me realise the reason why I loved SP's take on depression was better, if u compare Stan with other characters whose purpose is being social commentary on depression and mental health (Effy Stonem from Skins and Hanah Baker from 13 RW).

Hannah Baker (13RW)

Her character frustates me because 13 RW had so much potential,the idea was creative,narrating how many stuff drove her to suicide: from bullying,h4rr4sment,SA'D r4pe, not only adressing depression but to adress those things as well.

I know the author's intention and Selena Gomez's idea were good and focus on mental health but the development was icky,some dialogues feel rushed to arrive to the tragedy, some traumatic events feel to gave shock value to the audience than genuiely comment on it, besides how the series remarks you that if the love interest would have confesed Hannah, It would have saved her.

Which is very hurtful for many reasons.

A partner can help u throught recovery and being moral support but they aren't ur therapist, adding the fact that selling the idea "if he would have confessed,he would have saved her" when confessing or just be with them doesn't automatically saved them??.

Very different with SP, like Wendy and Kyle genuinely wanted to help Stan, but their moral support isn't enough to get him out of depression and sometimes it can be tiring for others (Kyle)

However If we compare a character that is more similar w/ Stan.

• they are both main characters and the leader of their friendgroup.

• they are the younger sibling.

• they can be charismatic,smart, and independant from such young age

• they can be bit arrogant sometimes.

• both of them are done with everyone's bs.

• both of them distrustful of adults, and sometimes get embarrased at their parent's stupidity.

•struggles with relationship, fear of abandoment.

• heavy uses of alcohol plus depression.

However their character differs on how the writers made them, while Skins's purpose was to show life never ends how u want it to be, and endings could be most be sad or just neutral,healing. Showing adolescence,teens struggling with addictions,disfunctional families,etc.

Skins GLAMOURIZED her depression,unlike her brother's behaviour. He was villianized (bc he was an asshole,he deserved it but he matured),he got heavier consequences. unlike her, while her friends and her love interest were fed up,they forgave her too quickly. it also presents u the narrative "love interest saves depressed person" to a whole level, while she was ""recovering". Out of nowhere,her bf gets killed by her psychiatrist?? Out of shock value. Even when she gets a bit of consequences she managed to manipulate to save herself, even with that smirk of "I'm effy stonem I'm always get what I want".

Effy represents an unhealthy and glamourized ideas of depression that the show pushed on it's female fanbase. (as someone w/ depression, when I saw the show I questioned why my depression didn't make me mysterious and prettier or get a bf that saved me from it)

"Her depression it's destructing her but that makes her even prettier and mysterious, ppl want to be her or fuck her"

and it had such an impact that on tumblr when the show came out until this day, many ppl want to be as mentally ill as Effy or fuck her.

Stan's depression and his self destructive tendencies is never showed as something that makes him mysterious or quirky. Neither his philosophy and way of thinking. His conflicts don't feel like to be shock value.

Althought he didn't get therapy at all,it protrayed realistically how some ppl don't get opportunity to be treated, and how sometimes they just have to move forward, feeling like shit but then a neutral point u don't care about anything,neither happy or sad, and keep moving.

Plus his personality,his behaviour in certain situations makes him more relatable to me than any character.

Tegridy farms burning? It was smth u see was coming. Because his anger is explosive, he puts out with his father behaving like a child,drinking,sometimes belittle him, always fighting with this mom for dumb stuff. The farm was an idea clearly Shelly,Sharon and him disliked. And them fighting over the divorce bc Randy didn't want to share money w/ Sharon was his breaking point, the impulsiveness "oh fuck it farm goes boom bc he is an asshole" cost him sister's life in the bad ending.

They showed Wendy trying to be suppoetive but not as his therapist or "love interest saves depressed person". Neither make Kyle his therapist or sm.

And it sometimes surprised me how SP while is social commentary is also dark humor and parody treated depression withot demonizing Stan neither glamourizing his depression.

Honestly his character is so interesting i could analyze that bitch for hours.

Idk how to expressed it but ugh.

I haven't seen Skins so I don't have a point of reference for it lol. I'm gonna go on a bit of a tangent with this.

Depression in South Park and its fandom is a tricky thing because I think a lot of people don't have realistic, or sensitive, headcanons about depression. Which is probably obvious by my whiny posts lately lol.

But it's also something, both for South Park as a fandom and media at large that needs to be looked at pretty carefully. There's a lot of headcanons that if I'm being blunt I think are God awful and insensitive if people think about it critically at all. Which I do try to weigh with the source being South Park which can in itself be insensitive.

The thing that makes South Park as a source fairly unique is it represents a more stereotypically 'masculine' depression. Which isn't to say women can't or don't act that way. But the 'explosive' depression is something that is more typically present in men. And that isn't something that is often present in media as a whole; the typical depiction of depression is more by-the-book representative of young women. (Again not exclusively so. Some of Stan's more annoying/negative traits are things I've felt and worked to outgrow. Probably some I've failed at lol). It also feels very authentic, presumably because Stan is so much of Trey in ways that characters aren't typically so emotionally autobiographical and usually have multiple writers.

That leads to the crux of my waffling with a lot of handling of depression. It very often is based on female depression, and whether in media or fandom is often based on stereotypes of this, such as cutting etc. A lot of stereotype appears because the authors can't personally relate. But then again, quite often authors DO relate to this, and it occurs so often because the authors themselves are more typically women than men, in particular in fandom. But on the other OTHER hand, depression is often treated as childishly annoying and something to grow out of, and in mocking it it very often is done by exaggerating the female depression stereotype that everyone has in their heads. Even in South Park there's a mess of trying to write mental illness but not being able to relate personally, relating personally but not presenting in the same way as is typical the demographic represented and shown in South Park, and finding mental illness annoying and actively mocking it, usually in these underhanded kind of headcanons.

Anyway this is a mess lol I'm about to clock out for work but hopefully there's still something decent in what I said. Mental illness and its representation is so multifaceted! Maybe I'll talk more about it tomorrow when I'm off :) thanks for the ask!

ETA Now that I'm back home:

Overall what makes good representation is:

Knowing from personal experience

Being earnest

There are at times things you can extrapolate from your personal knowledge of being human and feeling emotions even if you don't know things personally. But it's going to always feel truer when it is truer even with the best of intentions.

Being earnest makes a huge difference, too, and is something I think people forget. Shows like South Park can be and often are insensitive, but the feelings behind them are also often authentic and earnest. Shows like Skins, often aren't earnest by design in that more dramatic/soap opera based shows are usually looking for more shock value than emotional authenticity (someone feel free to correct me if I've missed the mark on the genre though. This is just what I've vaguely picked up from Skins from seeing like 2 or 3 eps and knowing the general premise lol). I think it also speaks to my earlier points in that the VAST majority of the writing credits for this show are men and have no lived experience as being a depressed teen girl. No lived experience and a desire for emotional reaction over emotional connection is, to me, always going to lead to a less 'true' outcome. Even if the show has its own positive merits.

I actually DID read Thirteen Reasons Why (in high school) and watched uhhh about 15 minutes of the show, which I quit because it struck me as OTT in a way that I don't really like. I did like the book okay but also thought at the time 'this dude doesn't know what it's like to be a girl', which is the crux of a lot of problems. But I do think Jay Asher has his heart in the right place which covers up some of the problems. I've heard a little bit about the show that makes me inclined to agree it leans into shock value though.

Side note as a rec, everyone should watch Ordinary People. That movie's good as hell.

#south park #stan marsh #book's p good too it's a pretty direct adaptation #and also a good representation of characters that behave in less demographically typical ways but still feel authentic #hopefully jay asher hasn't been too dickish lol #i only know him as the writer of 13 r w and I pm thought the execution was clumsy but well-meaning

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moriartyluver · 9 months

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The only thing keeping me sane abt the baby is the fact that they can always make another pen and he wasn’t even that formed yet😭

The bouquets of lilies being fresh is going to ruin him even more because it means she was still mourning until then

Honestly fl has every right to be salty for a little, girlie lost and had to deal with sm

Imagine William trying to get her attention and constantly glancing at her during the dinner because he hasn’t seen her in so long and just can’t get enough of her but he’s also scared to keep looking at her for a long time because he doesn’t wanna bother her🤭

Bro definitely had a little shrine, it was like a Lana Del Rey shrine expect for fl instead

Louis is such a therapist, mostly a couples one but he could definitely be a good children’s therapist

YES EVERY ROOM.

Okay not every room but most rooms, and they had done it in a bathtub, end of story

Almost everyone in the gang had heard them😞 they are traumatized but fl and liam couldn’t care less

Honestly almost all the mtp characters are probably virgins and haven’t had their first kiss or a crush

Actually I take that back I feel like liam would’ve had these small crushes (that mainly formed from admiration) when he was a teen for a few people but they weren’t like big ‘I wanna marry you’ crushes but just small short ‘wow you’re so cool, kind and smart I’m gonna crush on you for a few days and then move on’ type of crushes

HELP FL MAKING IT A COMPETITION

PAUSE

WDYM BY THAT

So is the something part of fl or something different😟

🎀.

I think the saddest part abt losing the baby for fl would be losing the last thing she had of liam. It was mostly because the baby was an extension of her dead lover that had her so distraught

Fl would still be wearing traditional black mourning clothes when William sees her again and all the people who didn’t know abt William coming back would ever so confused when she suddenly starts wearing other colours again

Thing is with fl is that she’s actually really understanding but she doesn’t show it if that makes sense. Like she lets William back in really easily because she knows that even tho he was selfish for not finding her as soon as he could, she knows he was suffering a lot in her absence and physically too. She doesn’t think what he said to her before he jumped into the Thames was right but she sympathises with him bc she realises soon after that he was trying to push her away for a reason

Honestly fl and Liam are giving that one lyric in flawless by the neighbourhood “So, she put his heart in a bag, he wouldn't ask for it back He didn't want her to cry, she didn't want to be sad She said, you better not leave me This shit'll be fucked for days and weeks and months”

He keeps trying to sneak little looks at her because he thinks she got even prettier although tired, in his absence and he can’t take his eyes off her aww. The moment their relationship goes back to normal, they can actually love each other freely without having to worry about anything. Fl breaks off her engagement to liam wannabe and lives with him happily ever after and they have a bunch of kids who are little hybrids of them

I swear liam is on the very thin line between normal love & infatuation and then just insane obsession and low-key yandere type of love for fl. the shrine is such a funny concept tho like imagine one of his brothers sees his little collection of photos that he has of fl and him together. Gets worse after they get married 😭

Louis is og Charlie’s and og Lottie’s therapist u can’t tell me otherwise. He had to do couples counselling for fl and Liam except that wasn’t very hard tbh.

NAH THE BATHTUB 😭 THEYRE SO DOWN BAD. Only the other members of the gang’s bedrooms are safe. Every damn room is crazy 😭 they didn’t have much time. Had to make it count. Arguably Moran has had it the worst out of all of them. We make fun of him for being a cockblock but for him all of a sudden he’s walking in on some kid he’s known since said kid was a teenager getting pinned to a desk by his not actually wife

The only mtp characters I can imagine getting any sort of action would be Moran, James, possibly Albert?? John but that’s because he’s married. Patterson low-key a dilf like bros 40 and still looking fine. Most of the others have never even spoken to a woman let alone kissed one

I relate to liams crush situation. It’s usually platonic but the admiration makes it feel romantic if that makes sense. I’ve never had a proper proper crush on a guy before bc British dudes are NASTY unless they’re from mtp.

Liam is just such a hoe and it’s so funny to kind of mischaracterise his nerdy ass that way man 😭

#—a’s anons 💄#—false lovers 💋

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r0seb1ush · 2 years

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⋙ did you see sloane maligon at that rager last night? i think they major in english (creative writing) as a junior. from what i hear they’re dynamic, loyal, but they can be pretty temperamental too, depending on who you ask. there was a rumor going around last semester that she used to have a sister who went missing when she was younger, but it seems way too wild to be true- maybe i’ll get to know UCSB’s resident rose blush better & find out.

bio, connections, & wanted connections are under the cut.

it goes like this: you're born to money and luck, that's what everyone coos at you when they see you. a pretty little thing, born to money, and bound to be a pretty girl. and the cooing doesn't stop; you're grown up to be an even prettier adult, with everyone following your every footstep. and no matter how much you look like your mother, it's your father who you take over. you take after his every move, truly a daddy's girl as you go on through your years.

you grow up in evanston, illinois. the people love you, you love the people. a fairly popular girl, you and your sister more or less was everyone's object of affections. everyone either wanted to be you, or wanted to date you. even those who hated you couldn't deny your beauty nor talents. you're the picture perfect child, down to your smarts and social skills.

you don't get a tragic backstory. you're born lucky, born rich, born smart, and born to be perfection. you look good in clothes bought with your mother's old money, and you look good on the plane tickets bought with your father's new money. you may have gotten to this place in your life, but you know how to stay in this part of your life.

your sister gets a tragic backstory; one that succumbs to popularity, the pressures of society, and eventually being in the wrong place - at the wrong place. when your sister dies, do you no longer have a sister? you wonder what would’ve happened if you died, instead. you turn to what your therapist suggests: writing.

at first, it’s just a way to get things off your chest. but you find yourself falling in love with different stories and universes and maybe, just maybe, something can go right and have happy endings - and everyone loves a good retelling, right?

funfacts, details, etc.

speaks tagalog, cebuano, and english

was a cheerleader in high school, is now a cheerleading coach on the side for the local hs

big nerd but has this very cool and chill exterior upon first meeting her; it’s hard to break down her walls, yet she’s never mean - just noticing things.

she BABBLES when nervous , will literally word vomit on you .

gets sad and homesick and depressive episodes , sometimes at the same time , sometimes for weeks on end .

doesn’t know how to take a break lmfao

stress bakes

it takes her like a week to get used to you but once she does she makes goofy faces at u across the room

would literally drop everything if she sees blood or some kind of wound bc she wants to help heal u !

puts other ppl’s feelings and self care before her own

kinda rlly clumsy

sometimes will forget to eat

hipster kinda soft if u didnt get that

loves disney and knows all the songs

will fall in love with you if ur nice to her

she honestly just rlly wants to be friends w/ u ngl

TAKEN CONNECTIONS

tiffany ( @tiffanyfms ) - were roommates tiffany’s freshman year of college ! fast friends since then.

makaela ( @kaelafm ) - friends, but they keep each other on their toes! a little “friendly competition”, if you will.

ophelia ( @ophelala ) - recruited sloane for the design team of her lingerie brand, as sloane can do some sewing and what not.

tyson ( @gam3rboo ) - friends, spend a lot of time watching tv (like gilmore girls!) and rotting their brains 🫡

rei ( @reishq ) - friends; sloane sorta took rei under her wing, & is someone who helped him embrace himself, especially with queerness.

burke ( @burkeshq ) - fwb, to be expanded.

wesley ( @flcrtal ) - situationship baby! the two of them were into each other in the past, but wes wasn’t ready for a relationship and sloane is generally a relationship-only type girl. long story short; they fucked around, sloane figured if she waited long enough it would become a relationship, but that DIDN’T happen - so she figured the only way to get over him was write a lot and also completely cut him off from contact. things r #weird.

beau ( @beaunjour ) - childhood best friends: their families are both kinda rich and they grew up in the same area, so they were always in each other’s lives. run a tiktok account together. zero boundaries. sometimes ppl ask if they’re dating. their response is no response. the summer b4 college they went to europe, got drunk, had fun, messed around, had a fling bc they were both young, hot, and in europe 😉 and things went back to normal once college started, but. SHE HAS NOT TOLD BEAU ABOUT WES. 🙃 sloane is digging her own grave here rlly.

daniel ( @danielweathers ) - shared the same intro class their freshman year of college, and have good friends ever since! rlly good about getting together, etc, etc.

lexi ( @lexiweston ) - prev known as the painkiller. this person knows her inside out and she can’t see a day without them. they’re essentially her painkiller. she tells them everything and them back to her. they can tell if she's feeling down just by the way you send your snapchat streaks that morning. she can’t see a day without them.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a crush - sweet but simple, she lays eyes on them and honestly the moment she does she's FULL owo and is like i need this person in my life immediately, bonus points if we date ahaha!

booboo the fool - your muse is a huge fool for sloane. they’re head over heels for her but she's just playing around with the other’s feelings because hey ! she has her own shit going on (see: wes & beau & burke) ! all of your muse's friends tell them to ‘ just leave it you’re gonna get hurt ’, but your muse just continue to be boo boo the fool.

best friend - where sloane is calm and collected 90 perfect of the time, she does need someone to be irrational when sloane gets too much into her own thoughts and feelings. they're kinda like yin & yang, but the shit works man. sloane would absolutely risk it all for ur muse.

good influence - let her be a good influence on someone <3

bad influence - corrupt sloane even more so tho <3

homewrecker - this one is pretty messy. one of them is in a relationship, but there’s a huge flirtationship between the muses. the flirtationship essentially becomes to both of these people attached to each other and maybe... even in love. but there’s still that relationship that’s in the way...

confidant - someone that sees through her cold exterior, literally wants her to take care of herself so bad that they’ll do it for her.

roommates - self explanatory, but i would love some for her freshman year of college and her current!

nosy neighbor - okay, doesn’t have to be a neighbor, but i’m down for someone who’s trying to desperately find out what her book is about!! like they will stop at nothing to figure it out, and also wonders sm about her sister; basically they see sloane as like a rubix cube to figure out.

rival - self explanatory, we can plot things out!!

unlikely friend - let her sneak her way into ur grumpy-ish muse’s heart <3

#sibling death tw #about.#intro.

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zehnhaseeb · 2 years

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rey i am getting on the floor proposing to you with a ring i made myself. because i love you so much i went and started mining for gold and when i found the gold i went to a volcano and scooped out some lava by hand and i used it to melt the gold and then while it was soft and squishy and boiling hot i molded it with my bare hands into a perfectly smooth ring and then i went mining again for the most beautiful gem stone in the entire world, not a diamond because you're worth something so much prettier and rarer, and when i got the prettiest gemstone that reminded me of you i connected it to the ring also by hand and with my bare hands i engraved on the inside of the ring a beautiful poem about love and right now im proposing to you with this ring. what do you say

kieran i didnt wanna post this ask iwas gonna keep it in my askbox and look at it and cry all day every day . im also making a ring for u btw im going hunting w grubs and worms and fish and garfield and dogmatix...theyre taking me all around the world to find smth that represents you. which is actually not possible bc ur so INSANELY lovely wonderful stunning gorgeous beautiful kind talented smart funny nothing will ever compare . BUT when i get smth that's close to being worhty enough of u ill forge a ring from it (w my bare hands) and give it to u (as a surprise). also my answer is yes of course always forever

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prettieinpink · 7 months

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CREATING + USING FLASHCARDS

CREATING

You can either use index cards, online cards or cut out paper, whatever is more convenient.

Organise resources and notes before beginning to write anything on your flash cards. Only use key concise information.

Keep the content on your flash cards short. Don’t use flash cards for more detailed information. You want to make sure it is easily memorable.

When writing your flash cards, use different coloured pencils to write or highlight some words to make it more memorable.

Put one term/question on each card to better retain more information.

Add pictures/diagrams. I know not all of us are artists, but they are quite useful to memorise the information, as our brains associate visuals with information.

Keep your flash cards limited. If need be, you can create two sets of decks to use in different periods, but try keeping one deck under 20-25 cards.

USING

Repetition is important when using flash cards. Try to find little intervals in your day to use them. Early morning or just before you go to bed are some of the best times to revise them!

Recite your flashcards out loud instead of in your head, you process the information with more clarity.

Keep distractions minimally. You don’t need to have complete silence, but avoid music, doing it in your bed or eating while revising.

Engage yourself with the flashcards, you can reward yourself after getting a short chunk memorised, or walk around while using them.

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ellieswaifu · 2 years

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first of all i just want to say i LOVE ur writing and i've been wanting to request this AND i think you're the PERFECT writer for this, so there's this sound on tiktok where's the guy says "i'll do anything to fuck you." and the girl replies with "you're so sweet, but no." can u PLEASE write a smut fic from THAT with confident!ellie and the fem!reader who's playing hard to get? omg i need to take a break from tiktok istg

study date | ellie x f!reader

summary — you and ellie are paired up together for a class project.

word count — 5.14k+ (HUHHHHH)

genre — college!au, smut, fluff

warnings — mdni pleasee, slow burn ?, ellie is horny, smut; rough sex, top!ellie, pet names, praising, oral (f!receiving), strap-on sex, semi/light choking idk, hickeys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ;) not proofread, this is filthy guys beware

a/n: : > i decided to do it as a college!au fic if u don mind bc i felt like ellie would hav more confidence in that au— i always feel like ellie is always so angsty in tlou LMAO ;-;

rules | m.list

You were always a work of art to Ellie. Beautiful, smart, and always so nice to everyone, and she wanted to ruin you so bad. Everyday, she can’t help but stare at you and undress you with her eyes. On her lucky days, you wear short skirts and all she does is gaze at at your legs and thighs, watching how the fabric sits comfortably on your ass. She thinks your thighs would be so much prettier around her head.

And of course, you never fail to notice her stares. For some particular reason, whenever the professor calls on her, she always seems so distracted, so inattentive. That is, when you turn to glance at her, her attention is always on you.

You know who she is. Ellie Williams. She’s in school trying to get some science degree you don’t know too much about. She’s also popular with the ladies, no doubt; she’s got the brains, the looks, the confidence. God, you practically write a whole book about her huge ego. Reason being that no girl has ever rejected her. She had a different girl in her bed almost every week, always falling for her ploy. She’s basically got a ninety-nine percent success rate.

And the last percentage she was missing, was you.

Ellie always greets you with a flirty smile on her face each morning before class starts, complimenting how you look each time, and as always, you always choose to ignore her charms.

It’s frustrating for her; how someone as stunning as you hasn’t been in her bed yet. Oh, the things she would do just to have you scream her name, laying in her bed with your legs spread just for her, all hers to enjoy. It drives her crazy each day, seeing you in class in your pretty, little outfits. She wonders who you’re trying to look good for. She imagines it was her.

“Ellie, can you repeat what I just said?”

Ellie snaps out of her trance and turns to look away from you. She meets the professor’s gaze, smiling sheepishly as she leans back in her chair.

“Uh, well,” she scratches her head and at the board, where the powerpoint shone in big letters. “Project?”

The professor rolled his eyes and started repeating said project briefly for everyone to hear again. Ellie pays attention this time, listening how he explained that the project will be done in pairs and she sighs. She always wishes she’d be able to do one of them with you, but all year, the professor’s been pairing her up with some nerdy kids she could care less about.

The professor shows the last slide of the powerpoint, where he shows the list of pairs who’ll be working together. Ellie can’t help but groan, preparing herself to read some unfamiliar name right next to hers.

But, to her surprise, it’s your name that was spelled out.

Ellie reads it over and over again, double checking multiple times just to make sure that she wasn’t imaging things, that she wasn’t hallucinating. She stares at the board until the professor shuts off the projector, almost saddened by the fact that she wanted to look more.

She turns her head to look over at you, and you meet her eyes in surprise before turning away quickly to avoid her gaze. She smirks as she stares at the back of your head, thinking about all the ways she can convince you to come to bed with her. She can’t let this opportunity go to waste.

When class ends, Ellie sits back in her seat and doesn’t move and inch, just watching you pack your books, folders and papers back into your bag slowly before standing up.

You stare at the board only for moment, contemplating what you’re about to do next. Turning around, you look over at Ellie, sitting in her chair with her eyes already on you, seemingly waiting for you. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk over to her desk, causing her to lean forward a little bit as she taps the bottom of her pen against the surface.

“Hey, babe,” Ellie greets you, her lips curving into a small, devious grin. “Study date? My dorm? Preferably on my bed?”

“Library, Ellie,” You correct her, rolling your at her and tightening the grip on your bag, “Four o’clock.”

She smiles at you, “Yes ma’am.”

You nod, looking at her for only a moment. Her gaze intimidates you almost. You’re not going to deny that you’re attracted to her and was clearly showing interest in you. If you were every other girl, you probably would’ve given in to her acts of seduction, but you were you, and you weren’t planning on giving in just yet.

Ellie watches the fabric on your ass as you walk away with a faint sway of your hips. It’s almost like you knew you were driving her crazy to the point where she can’t stop thinking about you.

When you’re sitting in the library this afternoon, right on time, Ellie arrives about fifteen minutes later.

The library was quiet with occasional light chatter and the windows were wide and big, suppressing the sunlight behind these grey curtains. It was a clean, modern library with tall shelves filled with a vast amount of books and you’re sitting at a table with a book in your hand, tapping your foot against the floor impatiently, clearly waiting on your late partner. With another smirk, Ellie walks up to your table and sits right across from you.

“What’re you reading?” Ellie rests her head on her arms, leaning over the surface of the clean wooden table.

“What do you think?” you say, not even giving her a glance.

Ellie stares at you then looks towards the stack of textbooks right in front of you. The corners of her lips tug into a small smile before pulling out a notebook out of her backpack and grabbing one of the textbooks you picked out. Ellie wasn’t a bad student or a delinquent or anything. She pays attention to her studies at the right time and does her work ethically.

As time passes and as the sun begins to set, Ellie drops her pen onto her notebook with a tiny thud, curling her hand into a fist before stretching it out. Her green eyes land on you as she rubs the tattoo on her arm.

You’re still reading and writing notes in your flimsy notebook with an old mechanical pencil. For a second, Ellie just stares. No sexual thoughts or anything. Your eyes focus on the words in your book, eyebrows furrowing slightly when you stumble upon something you don’t quite understand and your nose scrunches up a bit sometimes, she notices.

And all Ellie just thinks about is how pretty you are.

“Staring isn’t gonna get any of this research done, Ellie,” you say, this time with a smirk on your face, not looking up from your book.

“I know,” Ellie reassures you and continues to study you.

She can see the heat rise up to your cheeks, flushing them in a soft pink and she would say it might’ve given her butterflies. You’re hiding your face from her, feeling a little embarrassed under her stare as the need to get away from this shyness comes up in your brain.

“I need another book,” you say, standing up immediately.

“Oh, I can come with—“

“No, it’s okay,” you shake your head immediately. “I can get it. Stay. Stay right there and don’t move.”

You almost feel like you’re talking to a puppy and luckily for you, Ellie listens and doesn’t stand when you walk away, disappearing into the vast array of book shelves.

Standing closely in front of a bunch of books you don’t even need, you stare at the bindings and book spines that were lined up against each other.

Ellie drives you crazy. You find it quite maddening how the smirk on her lips fit her so well, along with that undeniable charm. You almost want to give in. Let her do whatever she wanted to you. All for her. It’s driving you insane.

You jump slightly at the feeling of something pressing against your back. Immediately, you recognize that it’s Ellie as she places her hands softly at you waist, playing with the shirt that’s tucked into your skirt. You can feel her warm breath on your neck, her lips grazing your skin only slightly.

“I think you’re in the wrong section,” she whispers.

You tense up a little, your grip on the shelf tightening slightly, “What are you doing, Ellie?”

“Just helpin’ you out,” she says.

Her voice gives you goosebumps and you almost, almost just want to lean back a little and the back of your head on your shoulders, letting her do whatever she wants. Fuck.

“This isn’t really helping,” you breathe out.

You can feel a breathy chuckle escape her lips on your neck, as if she knows you’re lying. Her hands travel painfully slow down from your waist to the top of your thighs, giving them a small squeeze before playing with the hem of your frilly skirt.

“You know,” she starts, as her mouth gets closer to your ear. “I’ll do anything to fuck you.”

Fuck. It was a miracle you didn’t give right then and there, but you were so close in doing so. Turning to face her, you wrap your arms around her neck and she smirks, thinking she has you wrapped around her finger.

“Anything?”

Ellie nods, hypnotized by the way you’re leaning in slowly at an agonizing pace. She can feel your breath on her lips and starts leaning in towards you.

“You’re so sweet, Ellie,” you whisper slowly, a smirk tugging at your lips, “but, no.”

Ellie’s smiles fades away quickly as you pull away from her, walking back to the table. You can feel her gaze on you as you walk. Rejecting Ellie made you feel like you could do anything at that point.

When Ellie takes a seat in front of you once again, a little embarrassed, she can’t help but stare at you. Your nose is back inside your book but this time she can you unable to suppress a smile. She’s not going to lie when she says it wasn’t attractive the way you walked away from her. Fuck, you’re so attractive. It only made her want you more. She wanted you in her bed so bad. And she couldn’t even explain it herself.

Two weeks has passed since the two of you have come to meet at the library everyday after all of your classes. You’ve noticed that Ellie was actually a diligent worker and does her part for the project.

You’ve also learned to enjoy her company; mostly consisting of a few jokes here and there, complimenting you each time she gets a chance, and of course, the occasional sexual comments that would never actually go away— not that you’d like them to. Sometimes she’d take a nap, resting her head on top of her tattooed arm, and you can’t resist the urge to watch her for a moment, observing her features.

Then in the evening, when it usually gets dark after you guys finish studying, she walks you back to your dorm building.

You like Ellie. There was something about her that was just so attractive and you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

But, today, Ellie arrives at the library with a phone pressed to her ear, chatting away with some other person you don’t ask about. She acknowledges you with a simple smile before continuing her little talk.

You find it pretty hard not to eavesdrop when she’s literally sitting right in front of you, taking her laptop and books out while the phone is still against her ear.

She’s talking to a girl, you notice, and it sounds like they’re talking about some party that’s going down tonight. You stop typing on your laptop, giving their conversation your full attention, not that you can even hear the other side. You can’t help but feel a little jealous, wondering if that girl she was on the phone with was going to be her date or something.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh, “Ellie.”

“Hm?” She looks up at you in concern before realizing how loud she’s been, “Oh, sorry. Uh, hey, Dina. I’ll see you later. I’ve got some work to do.”

Ellie bids her friend a small goodbye as she looks at your face, noticing how your eyebrows are furrowed and the light clicks of your keyboard had ceased. She wonders what it was that was bothering you. Did she annoy you when she was on the phone? Or perhaps, are you jealous? She hopes you’re jealous.

You spend another couple of hours at the library until the clock hits thirty minutes past seven. You can’t get your mind off of the phone call she had. You barely got any work done because of it. Jealous. That’s what you were, and you just accepted it, thinking that there was nothing you could do.

Ellie was popular— had many girls chasing after her already. You don’t know how to compete with that. Even if she told you she’d do anything to fuck you. You wondered if she’d just forget about you, if and after that happens. You almost don’t want to be jealous. It was practically eating you a live.

But, fuck, you don’t want her to be with someone else right now.

The sky was dark and the night was cold. You’re walking on a large sidewalk on campus with Ellie right by your side, walking you back to your dorm room. She had on a large flannel over an oversized shirt and You take a few glances at the person right next to you. She was scrolling on her phone nonchalantly, not saying a word.

Eventually, the two of you reach the front of your dorm building. Ellie puts her phone into her pocket and smiles at you, prepared to wave you a goodbye before you walk into the building.

To her surprise, you don’t move an inch.

“(Y/n)? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah,” you nod your head vigorously. “Um, what are you gonna do?”

Ellie stares at you curiously, putting her hands into her pockets, “Well, there’s a party someone’s throwing tonight. Not sure who, but I told my friend I’d stop by…”

Friend. You don’t want to think into it too much but you can’t help yourself.

You’re staring down at your shoes, already thinking to yourself that this was a bad idea. You can practically feel Ellie’s gaze on you as you shuffle to find he right words to say.

“Is everything okay, babe?”

You nod again, blushing at the little name she called you.

“Okay… I’m gonna go now,” Ellie smirks at you. “Goodnight.”

It takes you a second to snap out of your trance, watching Ellie step away from you. She’s not far, but she feels like she is and you can’t help but think about the outcome of her going to that party, meeting a girl, going home with that girl, taking her to her bed. No, you don’t want that.

You want that to be you.

“Ellie!”

The girl immediately turns around with a smile, walking back towards you. She still has her hands in her pockets along with that playful smile that’s been on her face this entire time. Ellie swears her heart is beating faster than it normally does. She’s excited.

She knows. She knows what you want. And she wants to hear you say it.

“What’s up?” she asks you, leaning down to your eye level.

You look into her eyes and all of the fear and nervousness you felt goes away in a matter of seconds and finally, you open your mouth to ask, “Can I… Can I stay with you tonight?”

Ellie can hear her heart pounding in her chest. She almost felt like she was dreaming. She takes your hand and tightly interlocks them with yours, eyes not leaving your face. The way you pinked your cheeks and licked your lips has her imagining all the things she would for you.

“I’m not sure I heard that,” she says, a soft and playful smirk donning her lips, “Say it again for me?”

Oh, were you so unprepared for what she has in store for you.

Ellie drags you all the way to her dorm room, which is at a whole other building, pulling you past her door. She pushes you softly with your back pressed up against the surface of her door, arms at either side of your head.

You can feel her warm breath against your lips as she leans in slowly, watching you close your eyes immediately, waiting for her lips to touch yours. You’re adorable, she thinks. But, that moment only lasts for a second before she’s thinking about all the ways she’s going to have you screaming on her bed.

“Are you sure?”

Ellie stares at you with a look of seriousness, realizing that she wants you to confirm your decision before going any further.

“I’m sure,” you say, gently wrap your arms around her neck and smile softly. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Don’t you have a party to get to?”

“Fuck the party,” Ellie stares at your lips; the only thing she has her mind on was fucking you until the sun comes up.

Tucking your hair behind you ear, Ellie places a hand at your waist, untucking your shirt roughly from your skirt. She looks up at you before she does anything else before hungrily pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is soft but eager. Her hands run up and down your waist, frustrated with the fabric separating her from your bare skin as she swipes her tongue at your button lip, practically begging you to let her in. You open your mouth wide and your tongue immediately meets hers, a muffled moan falling into her mouth.

Her rough hands travel down under the fabric of your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. Fingers pressing against your clothes cunt, Ellie moans into your lips as rubs against the wet fabric.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she groans, lips trailing down you jaw and your neck, leaving soft, pink bruises on your skin. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I’d do anything to fuck you.”

Before you can even register what happens, Ellie drops to her knees, face to face with you skirt. She looks up at you, making sure you’re watching her as she pulls your panties slowly down your legs. She slowly litters soft kisses on your thighs as she feels your hands drop onto her shoulders, gripping at them slightly.

“Ellie,” you breathe.

“Yes, baby?”

You shiver at her voice, “I– I need you.”

Ellie presses a smile against your inner thigh and pulls the fabric of your skirt over her head. She pulls your folds apart with two fingers before delving right into her meal. Ellie’s tongue traces your clit hungrily with before traveling down to slip her tongue inside of your hole.

Your moans fill the room and Ellie can’t help but groan into your pussy, the vibrations helping you feel more than just her slick tongue. Ellie eats you out voraciously, trying to edge you on as close as possible. You taste so good, so sweet to her and she quickly becomes obsessed with your taste. Her tongue licks up and down your slit, lapping at you clit before going back inside your leaking hole. Your moans and whines let her know how well she’s doing.

Your hands have a tight grip on her hair and you love the way she groans when you pull on it slightly. Your pussy and dripping right on her tongue and she can’t get enough of how you taste. You taste so fucking good. Your pretty pussy is driving her insane. All she can think about now is fucking you to the point you can’t even remember her name.

“Ellie, fuck!” you moan, the back of your head pressing against the door.

Ellie can feel you tightening around her tongue as she brings her fingers up to play with your clit. The overwhelming pressure makes you feel dizzy. Ellie’s hand are squeezing at the fat of your thighs, silently telling you to let go. Your moans ringing in her ear as she listens to you get closer and closer to your climax.

You come on her tongue, whining her name as your legs shake against the sides of her face. Ellie pulls away from you and smiles, a small but clear shine right on her chin.

Before you could say anything else, Ellie slowly pushes her middle finger right into your pussy. The gasp you let out drives her insane, causing her to add a second finger into your dripping cunt. Your legs started to tremble and shake, sensitive from coming only a moment ago, almost like your legs were going to give in at any moment.

“You take my fingers so well, baby,” she says, pressing her thumb on your clit and rubbing it in slow circles.

Ellie’s fingers pump in and out of you at a unrelenting pace as your grip on her shoulders tighten. Her stares at the way your pretty pussy drips for her, obsessed with the wet squelching sounds it’s making. Fuck, it looks so perfect.

You gush right on her fingers the moment you hear those words come out of her mouth, at the same time when she hits that right spot inside of you, leaving you trembling against her door. She brings her fingers to her mouth, sucks on them, drunk on your juices.

And you’re slipping— your back slides slowly down the smooth surface of her door only for a second before Ellie reaches to grab your hips to stop you from sinking.

“We’re not done yet, babe,” she says against your skin, leaving kisses on your neck.

She brings her mouth up against your lips again and kisses you with fervor. You can taste yourself on her tongue as she pulls you away from the door and onto her bed, your back against the mattress.

Ellie climbs over you and smiles. She has you in her bed, finally, and she’s practically bursting with joy on the inside. She stands at the edge of the bed, right between your legs and pulls her shirts off along with her pants.

You stare at her, her abs on display with some scars on her skin as she moves to pull your skirt down your legs slowly. Once your skirt was off, she starts unbuttoning your shirt, opening it up like you were a present; present being you and your body.

“You’re breathtaking,” she lets out, staring at you making no sudden movements.

You’re a little embarrassed under her stare until her hand grazes your stomach slowly up to where your bra was. Reaching from under you, Ellie unclasps your bra and pulls the garnet away from you with a content sigh.

To your surprise, Ellie steps away from the bed and goes to the corner of the room where her drawer is. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch her curiously.

“Ellie?” you call out. “What are you doing?”

She digs through her drawer for a moment before pulling out her big, black strap on. Your breath hitched as soon as she started walking up to you. Ellie watches your face, watching your eyes widen and start to panic.

A hand caresses the side of face for a moment, before traveling down slowly from your draw, wrapping it around your neck softly.

“You’re fucking perfect,” she says, hypnotized by the way your body looked underneath her.

Her strap presses against the lower part of your stomach. You’re a little intimidated you the size but you trust Ellie. You watch her grab her cock slowly, resting thick and ready in her hand as she observes your face.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me,” she says and you swear you could come right then and there with the sound of her voice and the sight of her seconds away from fucking you into oblivion.

You spread your legs apart for her and she steps closer, the underside of your thighs pressing against her legs. She massages your soft thighs with an innocent smile on her face as you look down between your legs, seeing her strap laying on your stomach. You feel nervous. And she can sense it.

“Don’t worry, babe,” she reassured you. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You nodded as you watched her as she dragged her the tip of her strap up and down your sick pussy. She pushes the tip into your cunt but not enough until she pulls back entirely.

"Mmm, I want you to look at me when I'm inside you,” she says, bringing her hand up to play with your nipples.

“Ellie,” you breathe, moaning her name before you can even feel anything.

“I’m here, baby. Look at me,” she whispers slightly, watching the way you look up at her face.

Ellie smirks at the way you prepare yourself for her strap. Your hands are already gripping at her bed sheets and your eyes giving her the green light to push into you.

Her thick strap slides in easily with a squelch as Ellie eyes your moaning face, watching as you roll you head back against her bed. Your back arches slightly, feeling the girth of her cock filling you completely. The sight of you was enough to make her come.

Ellie waits for you to adjust to the size, groaning impatiently. And as much as she wanted to give you time to adjust, she wanted to start thrusting into you at an aggressive pace. Ellie moved only slightly inside of you and you moaned and whined at the small action. Her heart is beating fast and wonders how loud you would be when she actually starts moving. Fuck, she was impatient and she told herself to wait, to wait for you to adjust, to wait for you to tell her to move.

But she can’t.

“Baby,” she warns you, rubbing your thighs with her hands. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Ellie thrusts into you right after those words leave her mouth. You gasp, hands pulling on her bed sheets as she drills her cock into you. You cry out her name, watching Ellie clench her jaw at the sight of her cock glistening each time she pulls out as some of your wetness drips on to her bed. She’s obsessed with the way your sucking her inside your pretty pussy, thrusting way too hard into you.

Your eyebrows turned up in pain as your mouth hangs wide open, whining and moaning as Ellie fucks you. Her thrusts are hard and fast, giving you no time to take a deep breath. All Ellie could focus on was the way you moan for her, tits bouncing up and down, and your pussy sucking her strap inside with wet noises. Fuck, it was all driving her crazy.

Ellie tilts her hips to an another angle, hitting a spot that makes you scream and attempt to squirm away from her. Her hands grip onto your thighs and pulls you down on her cock, combining it with her unrelenting thrusts, successfully making you scream for her.

“Pretty girl,” she calls you, “Are you gonna cum?”

You struggle to speak, unable to stop moaning so you nod your head vigorously and call out her name over and over as she thrusts into you over and over. You feel her thumb press against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles as you thrash around, screaming into her pillow.

And she can feel it. She can fucking feel it. Ellie knows you’re about to come— it gets a little hard to thrust into you, your pussy tightening around her strap.

Fuck, you’re taking her so well.

And after a couple more thrusts, your body twitches as you gush around her strap. You shudder on her bed, trying to catch you breath, but Ellie doesn’t stop. She keeps going, fucking you through it as you squeal against her, so sensitive from the previous orgasm. You gripping her shoulders before wrapping around to dig your nails into her back as she groans.

“E-Ellie, p-please, I–“ you babble, an attempt to try and tell her to slow down a little bit, but you don’t finish your sentence and decided to take whatever she was giving to you.

She’s so distracted by the way you look when she fucks you, the delicious sounds your pussy is making. Her cock drills in and out of you mercilessly as she listens to your whines. Fuck, you look so pretty like this.

“(Y/n)… Come for me again, baby, please, fuck,” Ellie groans, hips speeding up as she rubs your clit again.

You melt at her touch, whining at the stimulation on your bundle of nerves. She fucks you hard, thrusts knocking a little breath out of you. Ellie leans down, her elbows at each side of you head as she pistons in and out of you, your face right in front of hears. She can’t help but think that your whines are the prettiest thing she has ever heard.

Her last thrust pushes you into oblivion as your back arches, front pressed against her torso while you release, making a mess all over her strap once more. You are sure you left scratch marks on her back with the nails you’ve been dragging all over her skin.

Her forehead laid against your shoulder and smiles, the side of her face pressing against the skin of your neck as she listens to you catch your breath. You’re still twitching and trembling, legs still spread wide as Ellie lead in between them. She keeps her strap inside of you comfortably, not moving an inch.

Ellie feels your hand tracing the tattoo on her arm as she pulls her head back to look at you. Her free hand tucks a some of your hair behind your ear before bringing her thumb over to trace the bottom of your lips.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she breathes. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Ellie is obsessed with you and the way you look under her. You’re so beautiful. She doesn’t even want to think about pulling away from you and finding someone new.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you laugh, thinking she said that as a joke.

But if only you knew how serious she was and how the only one she wants now, is you.

a/n: i’m srry this is so long for like no reason LMAO but i hope u liked it :-) also i have a sub!ellie smut coming!! vv excited

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlouii #ellie tlou #ellie imagine #ellie smut #imagines #the last of us part 2 #gaming #video games #playstation #smut

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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hii lol forgive me if this is too oddly specific orwhat hehe 😅 but can i request a loki x reader one where reader is really insecure w her flat-chests or small boobs along with her chubby stomach/tummy? so like she feels her body type is just really unattractive?

..im sorry for making this request a reader-insert hehe ignore this if u dont want to do it thank u sm! it's so annoying how almost on any form of media--movies/tv shows/music videos/porn/etc--big boobs are almost always the ones being represented like- 😭😭 ok imsorry for the mini-rant :<<

Hey don't be sorry my dear, and I understand the frustration, and it's a sad reality. But loki isn't someone who'd be into someone just for their body or figure, he'd value a person based on their personality and their kindness.

Warning : 18+

Loki x Reader with Small boobies

As a girl, when puberty hit you and you didn't find yourself staring at big boobies in front of the mirror, you felt insecure, while your other girlfriends upped on bra sizes and started wearing cute fitting tops to show their curves you just felt embarrassed of your breasts. You even went to the doctors to see if something was wrong, maybe a hormonal issue that stopped your breasts from developing but nothing was wrong.

Now in your early 20s you were still flat chested, you hated using that term but that's how you felt when you looked at your bare breasts. Your personal life was a mess since that one guy who you dated in college, you always used bra pads whenever you wore tight dresses or tops, when your ex noticed that the first time you tried to have sex with him he humiliated you and left. You haven't dated anyone since then. Not only did you have non-existing breasts but you also had belly fat, both things together just made you feel awful about your figure.

The only good thing in your life was that you were smart and you ended up working for Stark Industries. That's where you saw him the first time, Loki. The god of mischief, he had a tall curvy blonde woman wrapped around his arms as they conversed with other folks at the party. When he caught you staring he winked at you, and you felt yourself getting warm, he was too attractive for his own good, why did he even look at you?

You had developed a crush on him instantly, it's not everyday that you get to be in the presence of a literal god. When you got promotion, and got closer to Tony in a professional manner, he invited you to his birthday party, while everyone was dressed up in stylish clothes, you just put a baggy shirt on and a pair of jeans. There you saw him again, he had a different woman around him this time, every time you saw him after that he'd have someone new accompanying him. He'd always look at you, give you a nod , say hello from a distance or just wink at you, he even tried to talk to you once but you left the party.

The last thing you needed in life was for a god to make fun of your physique, you had a huge crush on him and you didn't want yourself to get hurt by getting involved with him. He didn't seem the type who'd be interested in someone like you. When you met him again, he smiled at you and you saw him approaching you so you turned around in an attempt to hide somewhere but you bumped straight into him.

"How..did ..you were" you looked at him confused, and he was just smirking at you. He was so tall and prettier up close. Damn!!!

"I can teleport" sexy voice, great, does he have flaws?

"Of course" you clutched onto the glass you were holding so tightly, he smelled so good and he made you extremely nervous.

"As adorable as I find you when you're running away from me, can we talk ?" He asked you so you looked at him. Adorable? You? Yeah right

It was the first time you had a proper conversation with him, he asked for your number and then there was no stopping him after that. When he asked you out on a date, you felt too nervous, you didn't dress up, you just put on a lose shirt and he still looked at you as if you were the prettiest thing to exist. When he kissed you for the first time, he tried to roam his hand around your body but you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hips instead.

He never crossed a line or asked you to go further than you wanted to, it was getting hard for you to keep your hands off him, his thoughts infiltrated your head every second. You wanted to have sex with him but you knew as soon as he'll see you naked he will leave and the thought bothered you deeply, you were not ready for his rejection.

"Mmm fuck.. I have been thinking about you all day" he mumbled as you kissed him, he had you lying under him on the couch as you both made out.

"Whyy?" You mumbled between the kisses and he looked right into your eyes

"Because you drive me insane love" he sneaked his hands inside your shirt but you grabbed it instantly.

"I want you to fuck me so bad" his eyes widened as you whispered that in his ears.

"Yeah??" He smirked and kissed you again

"Mmm pleasee" you mumbled and he sat up to take his shirt off, his perfect physique just made you feel awful, your eyes teared up and he noticed it instantly. So he pulled you into his arms as you cried. You couldn't hold it anymore, the Insecurities, the fear of rejection,it made you bawl your eyes out.

"Ssshhh you know I'll wait for you when you're ready right darling? We don't have to do it if you don't want to" he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs as he spoke softly.

"It's not that..it's.. can I keep the shirt on while we do it?" You looked at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Why would you say that sweetheart? What's wrong?" You heard the concern laced in his voice and it made you sniffle

"I just.. I don't think you'd want me when you see me naked" his heart clenched and he kissed you softly

"Now that's just silly"

"It's not ..I have seen the kind of women you have been with before, you love them curvy with flat stomach don't you and I don't have it, okay? I don't have full breasts you can squeeze when you're fucking me or watch them jiggle when I'm riding you and the one thing that's supposed to be flat..well it's not"

He chuckled as he heard you, so you glared at him.

"It's not funny"

"It's not..it's just I have been thinking about you riding me and that made me so hard so quick..see" he placed your hand in his bulge and it made your face heat up instantly

"That's what you do to me and I haven't had you naked underneath me yet"

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. Then you told him about your ex and his jaw clenched, just wanted to find your ex and punch the shit out of him.

"You really think that's all I care about don't you? Just your body"

"That's all men care about"

"I'm not some midgardian man darling, your societal beauty standards are so damaging it bothers me deeply, and even if I was just another mortal man I wouldn't care about some extra lump of fat and skin or a lack thereof" you looked at him to see if he was messing with you but he was being serious.

"You know what makes me want to ravish the daylights out of you? Your mind, you're so smart, so beautiful. Your cute adorable face, you caught my eye the first time I saw you, then you tried to hide from me for so long and now that I know the reason and why you did that, somehow I just want to go back to that moment, take you in a secluded corner of that party and fuck you right there, fuck all those insecurities out of you"

You felt your face heating up at the remark and he pulled you in for a kiss again, this time you didn't stop his hands from wandering, he ran his hands all over your breasts and then took your shirt off. You closed your eyes as you felt embarrassed but then you felt his lips on your nipples as pecked on it softly, his tongue circled around them and then he sucked it in. He spent a good amount of time just sucking and worshiping your breasts.

He got you all naked and then sat up to look at you

"You have no idea how beautiful you are to me darling, all bare and dripping, so soft to my touch" You moaned as he kissed on your torso and moved down. He couldn't wait anymore, he had waited so long to have you, he wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you.

"So fucking tight"

You couldn't stop moaning as his cock made you feel so full.

"Look at you my love, you sound so sweet to me, such a good girl, taking every inch of me so well and what were you saying about me not being able to squeeze you?" he cupped your breasts and gave it a harsh squeeze, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes roll back into your head.

"Oh goddd lokiii" you moaned and gripped on his shoulders, he groaned as he felt your nails digging into his shoulder.

"Oh yes.. gorgeous..you're gorgeous my love..your pussy looks so good when it's stretched around my cock"

As he made you cum around him, For a brief moment you forgot everything, you forgot about the lifelong Insecurities you had, he looked at you as if you were the prettiest woman he had been with. He didn't pull out even after he had filled you up, he stayed in as he leaned down and kissed you.

"Thank you for accepting me the way I am, even though I can't do it myself"

You teared up and he kissed your forehead. He made it his mission from that day onwards that he'd make you realize how beautiful you are, he promised himself that he'd make you fall in love with your body someday, just the way he was.

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x reader smut #loki x reader oneshot #asks requests

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ddudumemes · 3 years

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SOUR SENTENCE STARTERS

(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE sentence starters taken from OLIVIA RODRIGO’s first album ‘ SOUR ’ . ))

001. BRUTAL . ‘ i think that i'll die before i drink . ’ ‘ who likes me ?? ’ ‘ who hates you ?? ’ ‘ who am i if not exploited ?? ’ ‘ where's my fucking teenage dream ?? ’ ‘ i don't stick up for myself . ’ ‘ i'm anxious and nothing can help . ’ ‘ and i wish i'd done this before . ’ ‘ and i wish people liked me more . ’ ‘ all i did was try my best , this the kinda thanks i get ?? ’ ‘ i wish i could disappear . ’ ‘ ego crush is so severe . ’ ‘ god , it's brutal out here . ’ ‘ i feel like no one wants me . ’ ‘ and i hate the way i'm perceived . ’ ‘ i only have two real friends . ’ ‘ lately , i'm a nervous wreck . ’ ‘ i'm not cool , and i'm not smart , and i can't even parallel park . ’ ‘ got a broken ego , and broken heart . ’ ‘ god , i don't even know where to start . ’

002. TRAITOR . ‘ i played dumb , but i always knew . ’ ‘ i kept quiet so i could keep you . ’ ‘ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits ?? ’ ‘ ain't it funny how you said you were friends ?? now it sure as hell don't look like it . ’ ‘ you betrayed me . ’ ‘ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt . ’ ‘ you talked to her when we were together . ’ ‘ loved you at your worst , but that didn't matter . ’ ‘ it took you two weeks to go off and date her . ’ ‘ guess you didn't cheat , but you're still a traitor . ’ ‘ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly . ’ ‘ remember i brought her up and you told me i was paranoid ?? ’ ‘ god , i wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you . ’ ‘ you gave me your word , but that didn't matter . ’ 003. DRIVERS LICENSE . ‘ i got my driver's license last week . ’ ‘ you were so excited for me . ’ ‘ and you're  probably  with  that blonde girl who  always made me  doubt . ’ ‘ she's everything i'm insecure about . ’ ‘ how could i ever love someone else ?? ’ ‘ i know we weren't perfect but i've never felt this way for no one . ’ ‘ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that i'm gone . ’ ‘ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me . ’ ‘ you said forever , now i drive alone past your street . ’ ‘ all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you . ’ ‘ they'll never know you the way that i do . ’ ‘ today , i drove through the suburbs and pictured i was driving home to you . ’ ‘ i still fuckin' love you , babe . ’ ‘ i still hear your voice in the traffic . ’ ‘ i know we're through but i still fuckin' love you . ’

004. 1 STEP FORWARD , 3 STEPS BACK . ‘ all i did was speak normally . somehow , i still struck a nerve . ’ ‘ you got me fucked up in the head , boy . ’ ‘ never doubted myself so much . ’ ‘ am i pretty ?? am i fun ?? ’ ‘ i hate that i give you power over that kinda stuff . ’ ‘ it's always one step forward and three steps back . ’ ‘ i'm the love of your life until i make you mad . ’ ‘ do you love me , want me , hate me ?? ’ ‘ i don't understand . ’ ‘ maybe in some masochistic way i kind of find it all exciting . ’ ‘ which lover will i get today ?? ’ ‘ will you walk me to the door or send me home crying ?? ’ ‘ did i say something wrong ?? ’ ‘ it's back and forth , going over everything i said . ’ ‘ did i do something wrong ?? ’ ‘ maybe this is all your fault instead . ’ ‘ i'd leave you , but the rollercoaster's all i've ever had . ’

005. DEJA VU . ‘ so when you gonna tell her that we did that too ?? ’ ‘ that was our place , i found it first . ’ ‘ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you . ’ ‘ do you get déjà vu when she’s with you ?? ’ ‘ do you get déjà vu ?? ’ ‘ do you call her , almost say my name ?? ’ ‘ let's be honest , we kinda do sound the same . ’ ‘ i hate to think that i was just your type . ’ ‘ now i bet you even tell her how you love her . ’ ‘ don't act like we didn't do that shit too . ’ ‘ you're tradin' jackets like we used to do . ’ ‘ a different girl now , but there's nothing new . ’ ‘ i know you get déjà vu . ’

006. GOOD 4 U . ‘ good for you , i guess you moved on really easily . ’ ‘ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks . ’ ‘ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world ?? ’ ‘ good for you , i guess that you've been workin' on yourself . ’ ‘ i guess that therapist i found for you , she really helped . ’ ‘ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl . ’ ‘ well , good for you you look happy and healthy , not me , if you ever cared to ask . ’ ‘ good for you you're doin' great out there without me , baby , god , i wish that i could do that . ’ ‘ i've lost my mind , i've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom . ’ ‘ you're so unaffected , i really don't get it but i guess good for you . ’ ‘ well , good for you , i guess you're gettin' everything you want . ’ ‘ it's like we never even happened baby , what the fuck is up with that ?? ’ ‘ good for you , it's like you never even met me . ’ ‘ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you ?? well , screw that , and screw you . ’ ‘ you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do !! ’ ‘ maybe i'm too emotional but your apathy's like a wound in salt . ’ ‘ maybe i'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all . ’ ‘ maybe i'm too emotional . ’ ‘ your apathy is like a wound in salt . ’ ‘ maybe you never cared at all . ’ ‘ good for you you're doin' great out there without me , baby , like a damn sociopath . ’

007. ENOUGH FOR YOU . ‘ i wore makeup when we dated 'cause i thought you'd like me more . ’ ‘ tried so hard to be everything that you  liked . ’ ‘ i knew how you took your coffee and your favorite songs by heart . ’ ‘ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart . ’ ‘ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave . ’ ‘ you found someonе more exciting the nеxt second , you were gone . ’ ‘ you left me there cryin' , wonderin' what i did wrong . ’ ‘ and you always say i'm never satisfied but i don't think that's true . ’ ‘ all i ever wanted was to be enough for you . ’ ‘ and maybe i'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before . ’ ‘ but god , you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more . ’ ‘ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that . ’ ‘ i don't want your sympathy , i just want myself back . ’ ‘ i just want myself back . ’ ‘ don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded ?? ’ ‘ don't you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing ?? ’ ‘ but don't tell me you're sorry . ’ ‘ feel sorry for yourself . ’ ‘ someday , i'll be everything to somebody else . ’ ‘ you say i'm never satisfied but that's not me , it's you . ’ ‘ all i ever wanted was to be enough . ’ ‘ i don't think anything could ever be enough for you . ’ ‘ nothing's enough for you . ’

008. HAPPIER . ‘ you've moved on , found someone new . ’ ‘ i thought my heart was detached from all the  sunlight  of  our past . ’ ‘ does she mean you forgot about me ?? ’ ‘ i hope you're happy but not like how you were with me . ’ ‘ i'm selfish , i know , i can't let you go . ’ ‘ find someone great , but don't find no one better . ’ ‘ i hope you're happy , but don't be happier . ’ ‘ do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen ?? ’ ‘ remember when i believed you meant it when you said it first to me ?? ’ ‘ and now i'm pickin' her apart like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart . ’ ‘ she's beautiful , she looks kind ... she probably gives you butterflies . ’ ‘ i wish you all the best , really . ’ ‘ say you love her , just not like you loved me . ’ ‘ think of me fondly when your hands are on her . ’

009. JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY . ‘ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room . ’ ‘ i know their beauty's not  my  lack . ’ ‘ i can't let it go . ’ ‘ comparison is killin' me slowly . ’ ‘ i think i think too much 'bout kids who don't know me . ’ ‘ i'm so sick of myself . ’ ‘ i'd rather be anyone else . ’ ‘ my jealousy started followin' me . ’ ‘ i'm happy for them , but then again , i'm not . ’ ‘ oh god , i sound crazy . ’ ‘ their win is not my loss . ’ ‘ i can't help gettin' caught up in it all . ’ ‘ all your friends are so cool , you go out every night . ’ ‘ you're livin' the life . ’ ‘ i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you . ’ ‘ all i see is what i should be: happier . prettier . ’ ‘ all i see is what i should be . ’ ‘ i'm losin' it , all i get's jealousy . ’

010. FAVORITE CRIME . ‘ know that i loved you so bad i let you treat me like that . ’ ‘ i was your willing accomplice . ’ ‘ i watched as you fled the scene . ’ ‘ one heart broke , four hands bloody . ’ ‘ the things i did just so i could call you mine . ’ ‘ the things you did … well , i hope i was your favorite crime . ’ ‘ you used me as an alibi . ’ ‘ i defended you to all my friends . ’ ‘ now every time a siren sounds i wondеr if you're around . ’ ‘ 'cause you know that i'd do it all again . ’ ‘ i hope i was your favorite crime . ’ ‘ it's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do . ’ ‘ i was goin' down , but i was doin' it with you . ’ ‘ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face . ’ ‘ look what we became . ’ ‘ i hope i was your favorite crime , 'cause baby , you were mine . ’

011. HOPE UR OK . ‘ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child . ’ ‘ he wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad . ’ ‘ somehow , we fell out of touch . ’ ‘ don't know if i'll see you again someday but if you're out there , i hope that you're okay . ’ ‘ she raised her brothers on hеr own . ’ ‘ she couldn't wait to go to college . ’ ‘ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood . ’ ‘ we don't talk much , but i just gotta say i miss you and i hope that you're okay . ’ ‘ nothing's forever , nothing is as good as it seems . ’ ‘ well , i hope you know how proud i am you were created . ’ ‘ but , god , i hope that you're happier today . ’ ‘ 'cause i love you and i hope that you're okay . ’

#sour sentence starters #sour meme #lyrics meme #rp meme #ask meme #sentence starters #rp starters #lyric starters #music starters #this has been sitting in my drafts since this album came out

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Childe with a twin brother who was born delicate and fragile. He’s so weak, barely able to build muscle and wheezing pathetically like he would die just after ten minutes of running around. Their parents do their best to accommodate him, their older siblings do their best to make sure he’s happy even if he has to spend 3/4ths of his life confined indoors because he’d never survive Snezhnaya otherwise, their younger siblings are always so careful and obedient because its been drilled into their heads not to upset him as his delicate physiology can easily get fucked up whenever he gets too emotional.

Honestly, he thinks his twin is pathetic. He’d boring to be around, an embarrassment when he went to play with the other kids in their village, and a total chore. Not to mention that everyone who knew of his twin always asked about him if they saw him, giving him something to pass onto his twin brother, telling him to be nicer, be more understanding, be patient—

Its so annoying. It’s like he always came second to his twin, it’s like everyone forgot him because he was the middle child born with a twin who could probably die if you brushed up against them the wrong way.

So he can’t be blamed for lashing out and running off that day when he fell into the abyss. He just couldn’t handle it, being forced to take care of his brother who always demanded so much from him. Always asking him to take him out, to play, to tell him stories, to get this and that and whatever because he couldn’t get up from bed- fucking annoying. Worse when everyone once again got on his case for not accommodating his twin. So he lashed out and ran.

He... didn’t understand it, really, how his fragile twin brother was the only one who managed to find him just in time to see Ajax fall into the abyss. The way he screamed in terror, the way he lunged and tried to grab his hand-

Ajax doesn’t think he’s seen a prettier sight in his entire life, than his brother’s terrified, devastated face as he fell into the unknown.

It’s one of the things that keeps him going while he’s down there fighting for his life. And since he spends so much time alone, he gets to introspect and reflect, especially about his twin.

Needy and useless- he’s life a wife without the benefit of getting to fuck them raw and open, that’s what. Childe spirals as he’s in the abyss and thinks more on that idea. He’s the older twin brother. He was born smart, handsome, and strong. His twin is beautiful and fragile, like a princess from a storybook. He’s weak, so he clings to the strong. He’s fragile, so Ajax has to protect him. Needs to provide for him. Needs to take care of him.

When he returns home, after the commotion and celebration of finding him has died down, he goes to his twin’s room and pins him down with ease as he pulls off his pants and proceeds to play with them. For years he plays and trains them to his liking, laughing at their limping form and terrified eyes from that dya onwards. Happily absorbing their frantic pleas for him to stop as he pleasures them beyond the limit- grinning when their older siblings find out and merely sigh- telling him not to overtax his twin. The betrayal on their face when Ajax convinces everyone to leave the job of caring for them up to him, forcing him to drink his medicine with the cum Ajax so generously gave them after forcing his dick down their throat. He’s already decided- he’s going to wife his dear twin. Everyone had been so worried for their marriage prospects- what with Ajax being a troublemaker and his twin being bedridden- so this is the best solution.

Having his father into sending him to the fatui is part of the plan. Climbing the ranks and acquiring harbinger status was inevitable for someone like him. Coming back and announcing his intent to marry his twin brother to the entire village was commonsense.

His family readily accepts, and its a reverse of their childhood. His screaming, enraged twin begging everyone not to marry him to Childr is shushed, told to be understanding, be patient, be nicer. Told that even if he was hurt he left without a goodbye when he joined the Fatui, he’s back now and trying to make amends. He should be nicer- Ajax took care of him and now he plans to do so for the rest of his life. He should be grateful.

Childe delights in their fear when he pins and mounts them on their bed again, just like that first night after his return from the abyss, after years of separation. Grinning at their pathetic struggle and immediate exhaustion as Childe watches and slowly strips them, kissing gently as he ties him up with his belt then proceeds to ravish them. Taunts that if they weren’t born so pathetic they couldve probably escaped Childe’s grasp for at least a little longer, as he thrusts his entire length so deep and hard into them they spasm, clench and clamp down on his cock and sob into his shoulder.

Grins at the fatalistic expression on their face as they come to numbly accept their impending marriage to him, when their mother and sisters goes over wedding ideas and their father and brothers talk about invites and entertainment. How Tonia happily runs over and hugs them, congratulations on her tongue as his twin just sits and watches blankly, before hiding his face in the crook between Childe’s neck and shoulder to try and block everything out. Ignore how everyone coos or scoffs at how spoiled and sappy and clingy his twin is now that Childe’s back, and Childe’s hand on his back, pulling him closer with a laugh saying how much he missed his twin and future spouse too.

After all, the weak obey the strong, and he was born weak. This ending was only natural.

I have no WORDS anon... bless u for this I just!!

#!#lena's asks #q #tw: incest #.ch

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ever since olivia rodrigo released her debut album, SOUR, i have been listening to it on repeat (totally not kidding). so, after seeing a girl on tiktok do something like this, but with the avengers, i was inspired to make this post. there you go:

the poets as olivia rodrigo’s songs.

trigger warning: mention of su*c*de and mental health issues.

brutal: all of them. they’re teenagers, insecure sometimes, trying their best, but sadly not living the teenage dream (what is it, that fucking teenage dream, anyway?). “if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth, " i’m gonna cry” and they can’t quit what they’re doing, because their parents would most likely be hurt. “and they'd all be so disappointed 'cause who am if, if not exploited?” they once recited the lyrics of this song as a poem, during one of their meetings, and they were all laughing their asses off. life at hell-ton is brutal, what can i say?

traitor: knox, of course. “god i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you” or “guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor” just hit different for him. he thinks about chris when he listens to this song, that’s for sure..! we can’t really blame chris for knox falling in love with her though,, sorry buddy.

drivers license: knox, again. poor boy listens to this song while riding his bike, crying his eyes out. “but today i drove through the suburbs, crying 'cause you weren't around” chris isn’t with that blonde girl, she is that blonde girl. knox has never felt this way for no one, and it’s hard for him to imagine that chris is, well, doing okay without him. he thinks and talks about her all the time. “and all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you, but i kinda feel sorry for them 'cause they'll never know you the way that i do”

1 step forward, 3 steps back: todd. like many people (including me!) when he listens to this song, he doesn’t necessarily think of a past relationship (mostly because he has never dated anyone before neil). he thinks of his mental health struggles, such as his anxiety, instead. it’s hard, sometimes. he thinks he’s getting better, but then realizes he isn’t.. “got me fucked up in the head, boy. never doubted myself so much. like am i pretty, am i fun boy? i hate that i gave you power over that kinda stuff” need i say more? this song is as soft, but as sad, as he is.

deja vu: keating. this is.. kind of a joke, but only because i didn’t know who to pair this song with. john was an original member of the dead poets society, and knowing that now, other teenage boys are taking turns reading poetry, in the old indian cave, reminds him of his teenage years. “so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused. that was our place, i found it first” olivia’s music isn’t the type of music he normally listens to, but after hearing students (the poets) talk about her album, during his class, he decided he’d give it a try. he likes it. he loves the lyrics, mostly.

good 4 u: CHARLIE. he loves screaming the lyrics to this song. especially the bridge and the last chorus. “LIKE A DAMN SOCIOPATH!” cameron has to beg him to turn the volume down,, he doesn’t listen to him, obviously, and instead turns the volume up. his argument? ‘this song is meant to be played loud!’ to which cameron responds ‘but not that loud! i’m trying to study!’ he thinks looking at his roommate directly in the eye when singing “baby, what the fuck is up with that?” exactly the way olivia does is funny. cameron just rolls his eyes every time, but it’s hard for him to hide the smile taking place on his lips.

enough for you: pitts. although he and stev/phen are both super, super smart, i think meeks is the ‘genius’ of the group. and that, can, sometimes, make pitts feel like he might not be good enough for his boyfriend, whom he loves very much. “and i knew how you took your coffee, and your favorite songs by heart. i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart” whenever he doubts himself, meeks is the first to reassure him and tell him he’s more than enough, but still.. “'cause all i ever wanted was to be enough for you” he listens to this song with his earphones, always, so no one knows he listens to it on repeat.

happier: meeks. ever since charlie got expelled, he can’t stop listening to this song. these two were pretty close, (“he flatters me, that’s why i help him with latin”) and stev/phen doesn’t like thinking about his friend being in a new school, and spending time with other people. “so find someone great but don't find no one better. i hope you're happy, but don't be happier” he wishes charlie would still be with them, at welton, even if he hated it. “your friends aren't mine, you know, i know. you’ve moved on, found someone new” or “does she mean you forgot about me?” he’s being a bit overdramatic, considering charlie comes to see the poets at least once a week, and still attends the dps meetings.. but anyway.

jealousy, jealousy: cameron, because, yes, he’s smart and everything, but he’s still jealous of other people, and wishes he were different. he thinks he should be like the other guys. “all i see, is what i should be, happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy” he also thinks that, maybe then, people would like him more </3. he knows no one really hates him, but feels like no one really likes him, either. and in his opinion, it’s because he’s.. him. “I'm so sick of myself, i’d rather be, rather be, anyone, anyone else” just like mr. k, this type of music isn’t what he usually listens to, but he relates to this song so much, he can’t help but listen to it at least once a day.

favorite crime: neil. just like todd, he doesn’t associate this song with a relationship he had in the past. actually, he thinks of his father (and his mom, a bit, too) and all of the things his dad forces him to do, even if it upsets him. “those things i did, just so i could call you mine. the things you did, well, i hope i was your favorite crime” i know we don’t usually talk about the canon ending, but i have to. mr. perry didn’t want his son to pursue his dreams, and planned neil’s life for him, which made him feel so miserable, he sadly committed su*c*de.. but then, his dad wasn’t blamed for it, to preserve his reputation. “and i watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyed as you buried me, one heart broke, four hands bloody” todd knows this was neil’s favorite song. he listens to it once in a while, in their room, alone, and cries.

hope ur ok: all of them. do they know how proud i am they were created? after all they’ve been through, especially their family problems, i’m glad they found each other. “she was tired 'cause she was brought into a world where family was merely blood” and even when life throws bad things at them, they always stay strong, and support each other through everything. they’re very brave. “well, i hope you know how proud i am you were created, with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred” i love them, my beautiful poets <33

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