#bless their hearts but they’re nasty

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #bless their hearts but they’re nasty #it’s funny because like #each and every one of them has moments #where they’re a typical disgusting teenage boy #and then the next they have STANDARDS #can’t blame Leo for being so determined to go to a spa #even if he nearly licked his own foot that’s prob cleaner than anything else the boys have been up to in years 💀 #thank you shelldon for all your hard work cleaning after then 🙏 #they’re all gross teenage boys!!! #even Donnie he is NO exception here #bro was DRINKING A BEVERAGE while wading through sewer water he is just as gross as his bros #bro also talks with his mouth full he is no more refined than his equally gross bros fr and I love it #but yeah no way that water isn’t disgusting even filtering it would still leave grime on the walls of the sewer for yearsss #pros of them moving into an abandoned subway system is fixing their sense of smell enough to not be as gross #100% that’s part of why they didn’t mind being so filthy pre shelldon #because I mean they were literally raised in the sewers and they’re teenage boys like that’s a double whammy #THEY ALSO DONT WEAR SHOES #the few times any of them do the shoes are discarded before heading home 💀 #I love them tho they are endearing anyhow #April’s immune system must be godlike just being around them fr #honestly no joke Mikey’s probably the cleanest of them all #just by virtue of being a chef #Leo I see as a mixture since he no doubt loves to pamper himself so he’s clean like #a percentage of time before he goes out and ruins his own hard work #Donnie is similar in that he’s just VERY SELECTIVE about what he thinks is too gross #Raph may be more on the stinky end but it’s not his fault he has his stinks and eats things of dubious origin(esp since his bros ate poison) #Donnie and Leo really have the gall to be sick about Raph eating the origami salami but they have no room to talk #all their villains are prob like please stay away from us we have salmonella now

[alwaysforevermaybenever]

YANDERE FARMER BOY: INTRODUCTION

× cw: general yandere stuff; getting lost; large families; implied scary relative; stalking; manipulation; murder; cannibalism

× note: kenji my beloved

⌗ A country bumpkin who just moved to the big city with his father, mother, four sisters, three brothers, grandparents, other grandparents, uncle, aunt, six cousins, dog, cats and cow. His family isn’t big at all, it’s normal sized! Your family is just pretty small, you know?

⌗ He was lost, wandering in the busy streets when you found him. He looked so pitiful and innocent: who in their right mind wouldn’t stop to help him? In the end, you directed him back to the apartment block he lived in with his family. (They brought up the entire floor.)

⌗ His family was so thankful they gave you their home grown watermelons - they’re super delish, and completely natural, unlike those supermarket fruits with nasty preservatives. 

⌗ From then on, you keep seeing this farmer boy everywhere! The park, the mall, the shopping centre, even in your neighbourhood! He must have a terrible sense of direction, huh? Either that, or he’s stalking you. 

⌗ But that can’t be it! Who’d think that? He’s a sweet summer child, with not a single mean bone in his body. Sure, he may be a little naïve, but he’s an honest and compassionate person. He treats everyone he meets with kindness and respect, and gains a lot of friends as a result. In fact, he’s already quite popular with the local community!

⌗ You think that after four months he’s pretty used to the city, but he still insists on you visiting him at his apartment - his siblings miss you! (So does he.) Everywhere you go, he’s right behind. You’re going to buy some groceries? What a coincidence: he’s been sent on some errands as well! Visiting the post office? He’s free right now, so he’ll accompany you!

⌗ If you ever try to excuse yourself from his clutches, he’ll attempt to guilt trip you into staying. His grandparents have been waiting to see you for a week already! His grandma even made your favourite snacks - won’t you visit? If that doesn’t work, he’ll resort to sticking to you like glue. It’s okay if you don’t know he’s there. He’s just protecting you, okay?

⌗ He loves to spend time with you, because you’re the person who noticed him and helped him! Everyone else ignored him because he looked poor, but you didn’t care about any of that! You’re such a blessing! He’ll be sure to treasure you forever and ever.

“Hehe, thanks so much, [Name]! You’re always so nice to me! I’ll be sure to repay you in every way I can.”

⌗ He may be from the country, but he’s no fool. He comes off as naïve, but that’s because he believes that he should only retaliate when the other person hits first. That way, it’s self defence!

⌗ Humans are scum. Of course, the only exception is his family and you, whom he loves with all his heart! He'll be overjoyed if you’d become part of his precious family too!

⌗ If anyone bothers you or even looks at you wrong, he’s already onto them. He may not be able to really read the room, but he still knows when someone holds hostile feelings or thoughts. After all, he knows plenty about hostility. The villagers were full of that hateful feeling when they drove out his family. That’s why they came to the city, y’know? But it’s not all bad; he met you!

⌗ Humans are like cows. They’re fat, and they make a lot of noise. They’re also quite dumb. Whenever a cow misbehaved in his old village, he would just give them a hearty slap. If that didn’t work, he’d knock them out. And if the cow continually made trouble, it became dinner’s beef. There are lots of similarities between cows and humans, actually!

⌗ Don’t worry if the beef patty tastes a little tough or gamey. Him and his mother assure you that it was just a really active cow. It mooed a lot, and ran around everywhere too! It was too bad the cow was getting too big, and too expensive to feed… Indeed, what a shame. 

⌗ His family can’t wait for you to move in with them! You practically sleep over with him everyday, why don’t you just stay there permanently? He’s a very (abnormally) strong boy, he can help you move all your things into an empty apartment! They have an empty unit anyway: it’s perfect for you to live in with him! 

⌗ His younger siblings are absolutely in love with you - each and everyone of his siblings claim that they’ll marry you when they grow up, but he’s quick to scoop you up in his arms and proclaim himself as your future husband! Wouldn’t that be a dream come through? Oh no, now the cousins are here too! They’re all clamouring for your hand in marriage! In the commotion, he whisks you away to kiss you feverishly (he’s jealous).

⌗ His parents live in the first unit with his youngest brother, and his brothers and sisters live in their respective apartment units. His uncle and auntie have their own apartment, as do his cousins and their two units. His grandparents have a unit, and his other grandparents have one too! With you and your lovely farmer boy sharing a unit, that makes nine units in total!

⌗ But wait, doesn’t this apartment complex have ten units per floor? As long as you don’t inquisitively ask about unit ten at the end of the hall, or the rotting stench that seems to waft from it, everything will be fine and dandy! You don’t need to know about the family’s extra beef stash.

“You make me super happy, [Name], and I’d love to spend the rest of our lives together. You’re always helping me, so I’ll make sure to repay that a thousand times over. Imma make you so happy, you’ll never wanna leave me!”

#yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #my oc #yandere oc #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #farmer boy #babey boi #<3 #tw yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere farmer

[fhrlclln]

hi. literally JUST found your blog. dude i read both parts of you older man eddie fix and let’s just say i’m fucking LOSING IT. LITERALLG LOSING IT. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD KFKSKFKGKGKDKKGGK PLEASE NEVER STOP

AND MAKE A THIRD PART OF OLDER!EDDIE WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE PLS PLS PLS IM DESPRATE

bABES I GOT U. TY SO MUCH y’all r nasty. also, sorry for the wait, i have conflicts with my schedule this week and i am currently vv busy. <3

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 3

a wonderful date and splendid fucking? also i’d like to clarify that reader here is about 22 and eddie is 32. so it’s set in 1998. ;>

—> pt. 1 , pt. 2

nsfw/smut under the cut

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your feet carries you to the other side of the road, heart pounding and thoughts yearning. the streets were dark, only the post-lights illuminating the whole block.

it’s been exactly 5 days since the little horny incident inside of your room. shameful it felt but you didn’t give a shit. and for 5 days without your parents home, you got the whole trailer for yourself— including inviting eddie in to bless your room. the sheets smelled like him, heavy scent of sex and cologne mixed in the sheets alongside the cigar smoke, and maybe a little bit of weed. you warned him not to stain your sheets again when he‘s showing up in his work overalls. he mostly stayed through the night, he had work in the morning through night, so you were sometimes left alone to wake up seeing him leave.

and here you are, heading straight to his mechanic shop just near from the movie rental store, family video. he had informed you a while ago in the morning as he was about to leave, that he’ll take you on the date today he promised after work. you were giddy, feeling like a teenager again. you agreed, shyly kissing him goodbye, as if you’re a couple— you hoped. of course, you craved more than that fantastic sex, everything seemed to click whenever the post-sex conversation comes around. you, cuddling in his arms, talking about everything with him.

your eyes sparkled seeing him now in your view, talking with a customer, chief jim hopper you recognized. eddie looked extra good, cloth thrown over his shoulder. smiling at the older man with his arms crossed, sweat still glistening on his arms, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he hadn’t shaved, the prominent stubble on his face showing. you grinned, waiting bit until they’re done to surprise him.

“done me a good fix-up again, munson. can’t thank you enough. joyce’s been itching me to get this oil changed.”

“no problem, chief. happy to help.” he smiled, waving off to his last customer seeing the chief leave with the fixed truck, knowing the byers-hoppers family is waiting for him.

now all he needed to do was clean up and close the shop. eager to get back to you so he can finally fucking get you on that date. he rounded to the back of the garage, tired as ever as he wiped the cloth on his greasy hands, tossing back the cloth next to the unorganized set of tools on the shelf. not noticing your light steps as you entered inside, the smell of rubber and gas in the air, making your nose scrunch. eddie was still busy putting things back, certainly annoyed of the clutter he had created throughout.

“gonna need that fucking cleaned, ah shit—“ he sighed to himself, picking up a plier on the floor. suddenly, a tap on his shoulder caught him off-guard as he swiftly turned around, not expecting anyone as he was about to hit the intruder with the pliers he was holding, he stopped.

it was you.

“baby.” he sighed, seeing you smile. “i thought i was gonna get jumped.”

“defending yourself with pliers, mr. munson?” you teased seeing his hand still raised in the air with the mini pliers. he looked intimidating enough you guessed, if he was going to hit an intruder with it.eddie rolled his eyes at you as he sets the tool down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. you leaned into his touch eagerly.

“could poke their eyes out and shit. that little thing is sharp.” he grinned boyishly as the stubble of his chin tickled you how close he is to your face, he looked into your eyes, raising a brow at your sudden visit.

“thought i said i’d pick you up after my work?”

“s-sorry, i got a little excited. just wanna surprise you.” you bashfully mumbled. his heart thumped hearing that.

“for our date, ey?” he teased, kissing you again, on the lips this time. you whined against his mouth as he chuckled, mumbling against your lips. “you just couldn’t even fucking wait.”

“i missed you.” you whispered, circling your arms around his neck. eddie let out a low chuckle seeing you so desperate for his touch. he did missed you too, all day he’s been thinking what he’ll spoil you tonight for the date. his motor-grease stained hands dropped to his sides, a little cautious now, afraid he’s gonna get you dirty.

“as much as i would love to hold you, sweetheart. ‘m kinda greasy.” he whispers, kissing your cheek again. you huffed, visibly riled up as he stepped back with a smirk.

“i don’t mind a little grease…” you quipped, still a little shy as checked him out, leaning against the car behind you. gaze suggestive. he swore he might’ve pounced on you here and then.

“nu-uh, i’m not gonna fuck you here. it’ll be bad for business.” he chuckled, you blushed, rolling your eyes seeing him so smug as he unbuttons his overalls. familiar white tank top showing underneath as eddie busied himself in cleaning himself up in front of you. your eyes focused on him. mainly on his bulging arms, littered with tattoos over the years, you guessed. his biceps were mainly the killer part of his body you so adored, he’s buff, probably from lifting heavy objects in his profession, maybe working out from time to time.

he just looks like a fucking metal dilf.

well he’s not… yet. but, you could certainly make him one, if you could afford a child. that would be a thought you’d consider as you bit your lip, still checking him out.

“if you’re gonna keep staring like that. i might just make it true, sweets.” he warned, feeling himself harden each second seeing you innocently bat your eyelashes to him. “don’t wanna miss our date.” he added.

“you’re unfair.” you pouted making him laugh as he shrugged off the sleeves of his overalls, tying it to his waist as neared towards you, offering a cheeky smile.

“go wait by the van. i won’t be too long.” he murmured, kissing you again as you hummed and nodded. he kissed the tip of your nose before you complied. your scent leaving behind as he stared at your ass before he quickly changed back to get on with it already. hitting something along the way.

you could hear his clumsiness back in the garage. you giggled, waiting by his van for a couple of minutes. the ache in your legs a bit annoying, but you learned to be patient, knowing it’ll get what you want in the end. eddie was practically jogging towards you, seeing his hair still nestled in the collar of printed tee he wore, probably a band merch and a slutty pair of tight ripped jeans with chains dangling complimenting his whole intimidating persona, plus the scruff facial hair. he looked delectable.

“ready for your world to be rocked?” he opens the passenger side for you.

“as ever.” you nodded, fixing his hair a bit as you eagerly hopped in his van.

the start of the date was spectacular. he took you out to a diner, he was a little insecure knowing a diner wasn’t that of a fancy first date basis. but you didn’t cared, as long as you get to be with him then everywhere with him is fine. you talked, a lot, and he as well. you got to know that he actually has an uncle living in the neighborhood, just that he had move out a couple years ago with him having a stable business. most of his friends are still in hawkins, you also got to know about the incident back in ‘86 before the supposed earthquake happened.

“so you were eddie the freak.” you quoted, shocked and somewhat sad that he had such a bad reputation in this small town back then. “that’s so horrible.”

eddie winced at that. “took them years for that title to get it out of their mouths.” he shrugged, looking somewhat sad now. “but the charges dropped. i’m a free man now since then, sweetheart. people learn to forget.”

“still.” you frowned, knowing how fucked up he must felt for the whole town to blame him for a murder he didn’t do. “that must’ve been hard on you. having the whole hawkins call you that.”

“somewhat.” he nodded bitterly then smiling widely seeing you pout so cute, knowing your empathy.

“don’t go being sad for me, sweets. wanna see you happy.” he grasped your hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it. “it’s all in the past.”

“would’ve defended you back then.” you sighed, giving a small smile.

“and you were 10 back then.” he sipped his milkshake, smirking as your eyes widened.

“don’t r-remind me that!” you huffed and blushed, the age gap between you two wasn’t a big deal for eddie, you were both consenting adults. but he somehow liked to tease you how you got charmed by his old-ass. even though he looked like a intimidating middle-aged man, you got to learn he had a boyish side of him that fitted his personality perfectly. he’s still eddie from ‘86, just a little matured, old and hotter.

and here the two of you are, laying down on his couch this time, watching a movie on the t.v. hocus pocus playing through. your whole body was snuggled up against his, warmth radiating from him. he took a shower, complaining he ought to smell good before you latch on him. he smelled good, his hair was slightly damp, he had a cigarette on his lips as he lazily took a whiff from time to time, focusing on the screen.

dilf. you screamed in the inside, how the fuck were you so lucky right now? your eyes hungrily glanced at him slyly. you weren’t really paying attention to the movie from the start, you just knew ‘i put a spell on you’ was playing, focused on the man snuggled up against you. eddie wasn’t that oblivious as he puffed a smoke away, speaking up.

“you really do have a staring problem, don’t you?”

“h-hm?” you averted your gaze from him to o the screen, thighs clenching, his hand on your thigh squeezed tight as you wiggled at his touch. eddie leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw, the residue smell of the cigar on his mouth a nice seductive touch. you keened at it, giggling as he descended down to your neck, peppering kisses.

“eddie.” you whined, feeling him nip your neck, as winifred sanderson sung the chorus in the background. your neck craned to give him access as eddie chuckled against your soft skin, latching away as he stubbed his cigar on the ashtray.

“you’ve been eye-fucking me all day, sweetheart.” he casually says, pulling you close.

“weren’t you the one who started that first?” you challenged, implying on the eye-fucking, remembering the time he had fixed your dad’s car, you were there, sitting patiently beside your dad while he sent you teasing glances from time to time. he was bold to do that while you were literally beside your father, blushing furiously at it.

“well, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, the smug grin on his lips never fading. “but look at what that did now. i got you.” he cooed, covering your neck with kisses again, making you ticklish when his lips grazed that sweet spot. he peppered more on that.

“you’re i-infuriating.”

“and you’re a fucking vixen.” he growled. “since that day you invited me in, that innocent persona of yours was gone, huh?” he pushed you down the couch as he towered over you, the ache in his jeans too painful. “you just couldn’t even wait now. so impatient, sweetheart. fucking greedy.”

“eddie, please—“ you squealed as he ripped off the bottom of your clothes, getting you in your underwear as he shrugged off your top as quickly as possible. almost ripping the cloths. he threw them away somewhere as he basked in the bareness of your torso and your legs. the marks he left yesterday still prominent on your soft skin. his tongue stuck out of habit as he reached for the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. you whimpered seeing his bare chest, chest hair prominent, his pale skin littered with tattoos and fading scars you’ve noticed yet did not pester to ask him about those. his guitar pick necklace rest beautifully on his pecks.

“be quiet.” he shushed you, gesturing to take your bra off. you complied, arching your back a bit as you unclasped it, your breasts bouncing out of it’s confines.

“jesus.” he muttered seeing your plumps of flesh jiggle before him as you tossed the bra away, setting back down on the couch comfortably. he grinned, descending down as you opened your legs eagerly for him. his hands touched your thighs, mounding the plump flesh as he kissed your knee then downwards. the stubble of his chin tickling you as you giggled at it.

“your beard’s tickling me.” you huffed, mixing with pleasure as eddie ignored you, focused on the wet patch on your cotton panties. wet and waiting for him.

“yeah, you fucking like it.” he quipped, curling his fingers on the hem of it as he roughly pulled it down to your ankles. your eyes widened as your bare cunt hit the cold air, eddie chuckled seeing you wriggle, he sat back down as he kissed your inner thigh, looking straight back at you with eager eyes. you blinked seeing him smirk.

“eddie…”

“be quiet while i eat your pussy out. wouldn’t want our christian neighbors hearing us.” he warned, diving in between your legs with no further warning. you squealed quietly feeling his tongue lap your wet cunt.

he ate you out like a man starved off his last meal. he was messy, so sloppy with his tongue circling your clit, sucking the engorged bead in his mouth, moaning at the same time with your tang taste. the vibrations sent pleasure all over your body as your hands gripped his curly hair. he groaned at the harsh pull, liking the way your thighs were squeezing his head. he could die like this, an honorable man’s death, dying between your legs and breathing in your pussy out like oxygen. god, would it make him more than happy. he lapped, sucked, shoved his fingers in to ready your cunt. eager to shove his whole cock in, remembering seeing your face of pleasure as he slurped your cunt out. he fumbled with jeans now as your quiet whimpers and moans riled him up.

he wasn’t going to hold back now.

“f-fuck!” you mumbled in the cushion of his couch. gripping the weed-scented cushion tight as your knees gave out a while ago. after he fucking ate you out, coaxing at least one powerful orgasm, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, shoving his cock in, a little rougher but still slow to not hurt you. he fucked you from behind, hands gripping your ass, the sound of skin slapping lewdly filling his trailer.

“eddie, right t-there!” you gasped, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot making you see stars as your hand descended down to rub your clit.

eddie grinned. “right there, huh?” he mocked, pounding in harder as he shoved your hand away for his to replace, rubbing your wet bean faster. you sobbed, relishing the way his girth of a cock pound into with no mercy. you mewled, chanting his name like a prayer. your head went mushy, all you could feel and think about was his member, abusing your poor pussy as you babbled your mouth out, managing to keep it hush. eddie craved for your fucked-out brain, so cock-drunk as he is so pussy-drunk now. that title of his spewing out of your mouth now driving him wild.

“mr. munson…”

he shuddered.

“mr. munson, p-please.”

he remembers the first time you uttered that name out. like a aphrodisiac he so wanted to lure him in.

“mr. munson!”

like a fucking siren’s song that’ll drown him here and now.

“eddie—“

that one quiet whimper got him into a frenzy as he fucked himself faster, feeling his balls tighten as well as your cunt around him. he rubbed your clit, his chest pressing against your back, one arm situated at the side of your head for leverage, rutting into ruthlessly as he captured your lips, not caring if his neck would sore. you moaned, titling your head up uncomfortably, hand gripping his bicep, tongue circling with his as one last thrust sent you two over the edge to—

pure fucking euphoria.

eddie rode it out, driving your orgasm high as you milked him tight. your belly snapped, gushing out a bit of your liquid as he pumped you up full of his thick milky cum. you moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock in further, before he removed his hand from your clit, slumping against your body as his mouth panted against yours. you sighed breathlessly, your eyes fluttered staring at his brown ones. just pure affection.

“so g-good, baby. did so good.” he whispered hoarsely, kissing you again, soft and gentle this time. you hummed, reciprocating with ease. your bodies were hot against each other, sweat glistening both your skins. you kissed him so full of passion as you smiled against his lips. your heart thumped, the familiar feelings of butterflies as you pulled away to pressed your forehead to his. relishing the moment of the aftermath. his cock still buried inside you, connecting you two.

“thank you.” you mumbled, pecking his lips, thankful for the date and all. eddie smiled sweetly, his pearls showing briefly as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. something snapped in the moment as his gaze turned serious. the sound of the car in the background earning your attention as you focused on him. he looked like he was about to confess.

he stuttered, heart beating loudly as he admired you, chest full of adoration. “i l—“

“where in the hell is y/n at!?” your eyes both widened at the sound of your father’s voice. you gasped as you looked at eddie with complete shock, cock still buried in your pussy as your parents just fucking arrived back from their anniversary vacation.

“oh fuck.” you groaned as eddie let out a laugh. you glared at him as you squeezed him tight making him groan. putting his whole body weight on you as you yelled at him.

“ohh, fuck indeed, sweetheart.”

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FUCK. literally. they fuck a lot.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More ROTTMNT headcanons: emotional whiplash part two electric boogaloo

Leo jokingly calls Donnie his better half

Donnie calls Leo his worse half without a hint of sarcasm 

Leo calls his worst enemies “bestie”

During a fight he’ll say some stupid shit like “hey bestie could you back up a little bit I can smell your nasty ass breath” 

If they’re driving the tank and someone is on their ass (kind of hard to keep some distance between yourself and a tank that takes up four lanes but who cares) 

He will use the megaphone (cause yes he did force Donnie to install a megaphone (they stole it from a cop car)) and say “hey I know we’re besties but that doesn’t mean you need to ride my ass okay? Love you bye!” 

He also calls everyone babe (platonically of course) 

He’ll walk into Donnie’s room and go “hey babe sorry to inform you but I may or may not have destroyed the microwave” 

And then he’ll run for his life 

Raph heard one person from the south say “oh bless her heart” (if you know you know) and then it became a permanent part of his vocabulary 

He even does the little accent and everything it’s hilarious 

Raph calls everyone Kid

Even April and Splinter 

April calls people “sweetie” or “hunny” when she’s fucking furious 

Whenever the boys hear those nicknames to run for the hills

Whenever Donnie wants to get someone’s attention quickly he calls them Bub

He’ll run into his sibling's rooms and yell “BUB COME SEE THIS” (because their nicknames are just too long (I type without a hint of sarcasm))

Mikey calls everyone Love

He’ll walk into a room and go “hey love” and everyone says hey back 

It’s his own little way of saying y’all without having to say y’all (he refuses to say it and no one knows why)

When the boys were younger Raph didn’t have a good handle on his anger which would lead to him lashing out

And he used to get into massive screaming matches with Splinter

Sometimes the arguments were quiet and about stupid shit like how Splinter couldn’t cook and would only feed them junk food

And then there were the massive fights where Raph would scream at Splinter until he was blue in the face about how he couldn’t raise three boys when Splinter never raised him

During the small fights, the twins would take Mikey to another room

Donnie would let Mikey borrow his noise-canceling headphones 

And Leo would try and play charades to pass the time and distract him until the argument was over

During the bigger fights, the twins would take him on a walk through the sewers

Donnie would try and teach Mikey some escape routes just in case of an emergency

And Leo would show Mikey all of the cool hiding spaces he found 

Until Raph went and got them (cause lets face it Leo’s hiding spaces weren't that great)

After season two Raph and Leo started getting into massive screaming matches

And Donnie had to distract Mikey alone

He eventually made Mikey a pair of noise-canceling headphones cause hearing the older two fight was painful

And when the screaming match was over Leo would find them huddled together in his room

When the argument was about something stupid he would mess around and try to distract the younger two

But when the fights were bad and someone crossed a line Leo would walk into his room see the boys and break down

The first time this happened they didn’t know what to do because Leo never cries in front of them

And he was an inconsolable mess rambling about how he’s so sorry that they have to go through this again because of him 

And they would forgive him immediately and cuddle him until the sobbing stopped 

After a while, Raph would find them and apologize and join the little cuddle pile

Cause that’s what brothers do

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins

[ghoultrifle]

Packer Play

Inspired by these two posts:

@samaellevampire's post about swiss/dew packer play and

@belle--ofthebrawl's post about quintessence on straps

Swiss gets a packer, and Dew has a great time sitting on his lap (they fuck nasty about it)

This is incredibly self indulgent with a little bit of a rant about packer skin tones from your resident mixed race writer (i am not pale, olive, or black thank you very much!) and of course be careful if you’re going to bind during sex, let’s just pretend Swiss has sized up for this fic <3

cw: mentions of dysphoria, not feeling 'enough'

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

Swiss stood there staring at the package left outside his door, Mr Swisstopher Ghoul, it read, one of the first parcels he’d received under his new name. He giggled as he brought it inside, knowing exactly the contents of the inconspicuous box. Tearing the brown tape with a fang, he ripped into the cardboard, unboxing the items he’d ordered the previous week.

Laid out on his bed were three items, a packer, a strap, and its harness. The packer was flame red, the website didn’t have any colours to match the multi ghoul’s rich skin tone so he went with the novelty option. He’d rather have a silly colour than one that felt off, like it wasn’t designed with people like him in mind. Swiss chose the mid-size packer, he knew Satan would have blessed him with a monster cock given the chance, but he didn’t want to look like he was permanently sporting a woody if he could help it.

The strap was much more well endowed, the multi ghoul needing not worry about showing off his size in the bedroom. Another novelty colour, green this time. He couldn’t wait to sink it into Mountain and watch it camouflage against his sage cheeks. The harness was a black pretty thing, trying it on he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a little bit wet at the sight of the fabric digging into his hips. But that was for another time, the multi ghoul was just excited to have that casual bulge, to not feel exposed when he stretched his arms above his head, leaning back slightly. To not feel like people were searching for a sign that he wasn’t a man. And most of all he was excited for the grey sweatpants season they were currently in the midst of.

Dewdrop was the first to notice it. He’d waltzed into the common room as Mountain and Swiss were co-opping on Grand Theft Auto, trying to deliver drugs, or something. Dew couldn’t have cared less about the antics on the screen, his eye was immediately caught by the bulge sitting pretty in Swiss’ lap. That’s new, he thought, scheming. It was unmistakable, the thick fabric bunched up at the faint outline of the silicone, jutting out in his lap. It was just inviting Dew, taunting him to sit on it and wriggle to his heart’s content.

“Hey big boys, whatcha playing?” he asked, feigning interest in the game.

“Just helping deliver Mounty’s weed supply, droplet, you okay?” the multi ghoul replied.

Dew made a hrmph before responding, “Yeah just had a bad day, ‘s all.” His day had been fine but he knew Swiss would immediately invite him for cuddles if he said those words. The multi ghoul cared so deeply for his pack. It was easy to pin him down as ‘the horny one’ but it went so much deeper than that. His love language was acts of physical affection, he relished in helping his partners relax, and in showing them they’re worthy of love, and orgasms.

Swiss didn’t utter a word as he threw the controller on the arm of the chair before outstretching his arms for Dew to sit on his lap. He leaned back as he did so, straining the sweatpants over his cock, making Dew’s mouth water. The fire ghoul tried not to look too happy as he launched into Swiss’ lap, their chests touching as Dewdrop could feel the firm fabric of Swiss’ binder beneath his shirt. He threw his arms over Swiss’ shoulders, cradling his head in the multi ghoul’s neck, breathing in his scent. He could feel the packer poking him through their clothes, teasing his entrance. It was going to be different from his usual ploy of getting the ghouls hard beneath him, but it would be worth it to see the wet patch Swiss leaves behind when the multi ghoul finally gives in and drags him to the nearest bedroom.

“Mm thanks, Switchblade,” he chirped as he picked up the controller to hand it back to the multi ghoul. Dew was so slight that Swiss could easily continue playing even with the small ghoul koala-hugging him.

Swiss couldn’t easily continue playing, however, when Dew began to subtly grind his hips into him. It was barely perceptible at first, perhaps a comfort stim for the anxious ghoul atop his thighs. But he kept doing it, becoming more insistent with every movement, hips circling his oh- circling his packer. He was certain if he had any feeling in the silicone sitting flush against him, he’d feel Dewdrop dripping onto him.

“You alright, lovebug?” Swiss probed, delighted at the attention he was garnering from just being his true self.

“Mhm, just thought your lap looked inviting,” he muttered into Swiss’ neck, hips moving with reckless abandon as Mountain was engrossed in outrunning the looters stealing his drop. “Ah- fuck, you’re so big, baby,” he whined into the multi ghoul’s ear, “Can feel every inch of you. Bet you’re begging to get inside me, hmm?” he teased.

With that, Swiss dropped the controller on the floor, leaving Mountain to fend for himself. “Lucky for you, firefly, this isn’t the only package that arrived today,” Swiss grinned, placing a kiss between Dew’s horns, “Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll quickly find out exactly how big I am,” he grunted.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!” the fire ghoul chuckled, sure his cunt was soaking through his own sweatpants and onto Swiss’. He couldn’t wait to get up and see the dark patch he’d marked the multi ghoul with; once a water ghoul, always a water ghoul.

Swiss was wet too, the silicone pressing nicely against his tiny cock, but the party in his head was miles better than the one in his pants. The euphoria he felt at Dew grinding on him like he really had a dick, like he’d seen him do to the other ghouls, Aether, Mountain, Sunny. The euphoria of having something for Dew to grind against, a tangible object between his legs. Seeing Dew’s blissed out face as he began almost to hump against the packer, it set Swiss’ nerves alight, truly a feeling he’d treasure for eternity.

His gender breakthrough could wait, however, a certain fire ghoul was getting impatient. He stood with ease, large arms cradling Dewdrop as the small ghoul kept his hands wrapped around Swiss’ neck. As they walked down the corridor Dew made a point of bouncing into the squishy toy that was perfectly aligned with his dripping cunt, leaving Swiss groaning and stuttering in his steps.

“Hey, Switchblade, you ever thought about quintessencing that dick of yours? Might be fun,” Dew shrugged as Swiss unceremoniously threw him on the bed. Swiss whined at the idea, how didn’t he think of this before?

“Fuck, baby, I have now,” he growled. Swiss grabbed the green strap, sitting next to Dew as he closed his eyes and made contact with the toy. He could feel his quintessence resisting, maybe he should’ve taken more lessons with Aether.

It took a few minutes, Dewdrop sitting behind the multi ghoul, arms wrapped around for moral support, peppering his clothed back with kisses; quintessence came more easily when a ghoul was relaxed. The strap finally took hold of Swiss’ magick as it had the slightest purple tinge to it, a beautiful contrast to the sage.

“Umm, could you undress me, firefly, I can’t really let go of this now,” Swiss asked, gesturing at the glowing toy in his hand.

“Anything for you, my darling,” Dew replied, flushed a deep red, having already removed his shirt, fresh air hitting the crescent scars on his chest. He bunched Swiss’ white t-shirt up, manoeuvring it through one arm, before getting Swiss to change hands, and remove it fully.

 “On or off, honey?” Dewdrop asked, drawing hearts in the black binder now exposed, hugging Swiss’ chest, tight.

“On. Wanna fuck you like a real man,” Swiss replied.

Dew’s heart broke at the sentence, “Love, you know you’re already a real man, tits or not? It’s important to me that you know that.”

“Maybe you think I am, but I don’t feel like one,” Swiss cried, unsure where this was coming from. Perhaps it was because he felt truly safe with Dew, “I don’t have a dick, my tits could win a Miss Universe contest, my clit’s fucking tiny, I’m practically hairless like one of those ugly ass cats Phantom wants, and my voice is higher than Cirrus’, is it any surprise I still feel like a girl?”

“Oh baby, I get it. It’s so hard at the beginning but it will get better, I promise. Do you wanna talk about it or do you wanna fuck me silly? I’m fine either way, remember you don’t owe me anything, yeah?”

Swiss contemplated, before deciding he didn’t quintessence this damn dildo for nothing, “Wanna fuck you,” he whispered.

“What was that, my big boy?” Dew smirked, making a note to properly talk to the ghoul after the scene, he was clearly going through it.

The fire ghoul boxed Swiss against the head of the bed, thighs encasing those of the multi ghoul. “I said I’m gonna fuck you silly for grinding on me in the common room!” he growled, passion reignited.

“That’s more like it. Make me scream, Daddy.” Dewdrop said as he placed a hand over Swiss’ clothed dick, small fingers making the packer look even bigger. Swiss couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips at the sight.

Slowly, Dew began to remove the sweatpants, revealing the bulge in all its glory encased in Swiss’ tight boxer briefs, fine details visible through the fabric; veins and ridges and bumps. The smaller ghoul mouthed at it, before licking a stripe from root to tip and fully undressing the other.

“Shit, Dewdrop you’re gonna make me come before I get inside you at this rate,” he exclaimed, stepping into the harness and affixing the strap, finally able to let go when it was settled in the o-ring.

Swiss gave himself an exploratory stroke, hand enclosing the shaft and moving cautiously to the head, “Oh- fuck- ah- holy Satan below” he exclaimed.

“Quintessence is working then! Just don’t blow your load too early,” Dew chuckled as he gracefully positioned himself on the bed, face down, ass up. The perfect position for Swiss’ first real fuck since coming out.

The multi ghoul squeezed a handful of lube from his bedside before slicking himself up. The stimulation was something else, how cis men did this was beyond him. He was wincing, hissing in arousal before he even got inside the fire ghoul. SIicked up, Swiss lined himself up with Dew’s now bare cunt, beautiful lips glazed with his arousal, inviting Swiss’ cock to make itself at home, to bury himself in it.

And he did, head teasing the entrance as Swiss’ hips stilled to ground himself, basking in the mind-blowing pleasure. He sank in with a moan, watching as Dew’s cunt stretched around his cock, as it weeped, begging for more. He kept going until the fire ghoul’s ass was flush with the harness, and he stopped.

“Fuck- firefly, ‘m not gon- ah gonna last long,” Swiss keened, panting as he tried desperately not to come, thinking of the time he walked in on Primo having a bath, anything to not spill inside the fire ghoul.

“Come on Swiss, I’m not that hot, am I?” he retorted, feeling incredibly full and oh so wet, thoughts he’d keep to himself for now, lest Swiss actually come on the spot.

Both of their efforts were for nothing, however. Swiss thought it was safe, thought he’d imagined enough wrinkly old men to be able to fuck Dew within an inch of his life. The poor multi ghoul lasted three whole strokes, watching the way his cock was swallowed whole by Dew’s folds before his own cunt was clenching around nothing as he near-screeched through his orgasm. He jackhammered into Dewdrop as he worked himself through it, screaming bloody murder at the sensations he was being assaulted with.

“Well, well, well, I didn’t have minute man Swiss on the cards for tonight but Lucifer fuck that was hot. You’ll have to hook me up with my own quinty dick one day,” Dew chimed as Swiss’ thrusts came to a stop, head craning back to look at the multi ghoul. He was sweating buckets, binder nearly off with how much he’d thrashed around, it was a sight to behold.

“Unholy shit, Dewdrop. Need you to come sit on my lap more often.” Swiss panted as he pulled out, cock dripping with Dew’s slick, that he definitely pretended was his own come.

“You certainly fucked me like a man, no woman has ever come that quickly inside of me,” Dew giggled, “You know the rules though, you gotta get me off now.” he added as he moved to lay on his back, legs spread wide, waiting for Swiss’ skilled tongue to lap him up.

Swiss was never one to turn down a meal.

#i am a minute man swiss truther #trifle writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/dew #trans ghouls

[sebsxphia]

￫ a/n: i’m grieving and writing this helped <3 a short drabble for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe.

￫ c/w: death, crying and preacher!rhett abbott.

you watched the static on the motel room television with horror in your eyes. a nasty accident all the way back in your hometown had somehow managed to work it’s way up the news pedestal to half way across the country.

you don’t remember registering the crushing feeling in your chest as you saw your long term family friend’s name appear as one of the dead.

you don’t remember stumbling to the bathroom and slamming the door shut, tears hot on your cheeks, or the way your knees buckled to the cold tile floor.

you don’t remember your preacher holding you on the bathroom floor as your body wracked with horrific and head aching sobs.

all you could now feel was the warm water from the motel cup start on your scalp and pour down your back, as rhett gently bathed you.

you were sat in between his thighs in the bathtub. he was careful to keep the soap and shampoo away from your tired eyes, letting his touch ground you back to this universe.

“why does it hurt?” you mumbled out between your lips, barely above a whisper and swollen from the tears.

“‘cause you’ve lost someone, my little lamb.” rhett paused and let the gentle gravity of the situation rest on your shoulders. “they’re at peace.” he tried to comfort you, because nothing hurt his heart more than seeing how your heart was aching.

your chest ached. it was a dull and thrumming ache that would not soothe, no matter how many tears you shed. your body hunched in on itself, one of your hands pawing at your chest ferociously and the other gripping the side of the bathtub.

“but if they’re at peace, why does it hurt?” you wailed again, louder this time, but your voice was still hoarse and broken.

you heard rhett’s soothing shushes from behind you as he registered your tears falling before you did. the water sloshed against the bathtub sides as he turned you to rest against his damp chest.

“it’s okay f’ it to hurt. blessed are those who mourn, f’ they will be comforted.” one of his hands rested in your wet hair and scratched tenderly at your scalp, the other wrapped around your frame to keep you against him.

he placed loving kisses on your temple and let his thumb wipe away the strokes of tears falling over your cheeks.

“you’ll be okay. the lord heals the brokenhearted ‘nd binds up their wounds. i will do that f’ you, my little lamb. i’ll do anythin’ for you.”

#💌you’ve got mail #rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott drabble #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #ptolemaea

[silentsneezes]

i haven’t written any fics in months, but here we are! this is a m/arauders fic and takes place during their seventh year when they’re all 19

wolfstar will eventually be paired together, but in this part they’re just pining. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy sick s/irius b/lack as much as i do :)

The Hogwarts campus was unusually empty over the Christmas break, which Remus relished. He much preferred being able to wander around the castle, occasionally making additions to the Marauders Map. The map was nearly complete now that the marauders were seventh years.

It was past curfew, but Filch had given up patrolling the corridors over break- his cat Ms. Norris didn’t like the cold. This meant Remus had practically had free reign over the castle for the past week. James and Peter had both gone home for the holidays. Sirius, on the other hand, wasn’t allowed home this Christmas. He’d received a howler from his mother after pulling a particularly nasty prank on the Slytherin house- even at 19, Sirius was hellbent on pranking his rival house.

Remus and Sirius had been lazing around all week, occasionally playing exploding snap or looking through Peter’s collection of chocolate frog cards. It was nice, having the dorms to themselves. Except for the past few days, Sirius had barely been in the dorm.

Remus wasn’t sure why, but Sirius had been avoiding him like the plague since Sunday. By the time Remus woke up, Sirius was always gone, and he didn’t return to the dorm until late at night, when he’d close his curtains around his bed without saying a word to Remus.

The werewolf found himself over analyzing everything he’d said before Sirius suddenly distanced himself, but he couldn’t think of anything that would’ve provoked his friend.

He’d finally thought he was making progress, that maybe his crush on Sirius wasn’t as world-ending as he initially believed, but it was clear to him that wasn’t true.

Remus tugs the Marauders Map out of his pocket, feeling a sudden rush of frustration with Sirius. He searches the map, eventually finding a little tag that reads ‘Sirius Black’ in a bathroom on the fourth floor.

Remus sets off. He doesn’t know what he wanted to accomplish in finding Sirius, but he’s tired of wasting his break alone.

The werewolf smells Sirius before he enters the bathroom. His senses were always heightened near the full moon, which was only a few days away. Remus walks into the bathroom quietly, surprised to see that Sirius isn’t in a stall. He’s standing in front of the mirror, his shoulders slumped in an entirely ‘un-noble’ fashion- his parents would’ve been seething.

Sirius doesn’t notice as Remus enters the room, he’s preoccupied as his breath catches delicately. He snaps forwards, pressing a handkerchief to his face and sneezing wetly.

‘hh’rRSCHHh! heh-eETXCHhew!’

Remus stays frozen to the spot as he watches Sirius sniffle pathetically into the handkerchief.

“Bless you” He says after a moment.

Sirius whips around, straightening his posture and tucking the handkerchief in his pocket.

“Wha-,” Sirius relaxes a little when he realizes who it is, “Jesus Moony, you gave me a heart attack”

Remus grins a little, holding back from retorting ‘you deserved it’. He isn’t in the mood to bicker, not with Sirius, anyways.

“So, what’re you doing camped out in a bathroom?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at Sirius. The longer he looks at the black haired boy, the more his worry grows. Sirius is paler than usual, his typical cocky posture abandoned in a slump, his eyes glassy, and his nose looking pink and sore.

Sirius shrugs, “What? I’m not allowed to piss now?” He jokes with a grin. He’d always been quick at making excuses. If Remus didn’t know him so well, he might’ve believed Sirius.

“Right. So you haven’t been avoiding me because you're sick?” Remus replies bluntly. It didn’t take a genius to realize the black haired boy was ill, and Remus wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Sirius looks back guiltily, but his response is firm.

“I’m not sick.”

Remus rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. He knows how stubborn Sirius can be about ‘showing weakness’, which was stupid in Remus’s opinion. Everyone gets sick, it’s just a part of life.

“Fine,” he says simply, not looking away from Sirius.

“Fine,” Sirius repeats, crossing his arms and returning Remus’s stare. Neither breaks eye contact, refusing to be the first to look away and accept defeat. Remus is about to give in when Sirius suddenly twists away from him, burying his face in his elbow.

‘hH’NGXxCHT! n’ZSXCH-schh!’

Sirius struggles to stifle the double, which comes in quick succession. He straightens up, his face a little flushed with embarrassment.

“Bless you,” Remus offers. He holds his tongue yet again. He wants to yell at the other boy, to tell him he’s obviously sick. Most of all, Remus wants to take care of him. Sure, Sirius is 19 and more than capable of riding out a cold alone, but the werewolf can't help but feel protective.

“Thangks,” Sirius cringes at the congestion in his voice, pressing the handkerchief to the base of his nose, but refusing to blow it in front of Remus.

Remus shifts his weight to one leg, wincing exaggeratedly. It does exactly as he’d hoped: Sirius’s expression crumples worriedly, “Is your hip bothering you?”

Remus shrugs, leaning against the bathroom wall, “Not much,” he replies simply. Sirius rolls his eyes at this answer.

“And you say I’m stubborn,” Sirius taunts, a grin tugging at his lips, “C’mon, let’s go back to the dorm so you can sit”

Remus nods, feeling an odd sense of pride that his plan had worked. He knew Sirius would never go back to the dorm due to his own illness, but if Remus was in pain, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“H-hold on,” Sirius pauses as they leave the bathroom. He presses his wrist against the base of his nose, trying to quell the itch. His eyelashes flutter as his breath somes in quiet gasps for a few seconds. He turns away from Remus as he sneezes against his wrist.

‘hh’NGKk!’

Sirius manages to stifle the first sneeze entirely, but it does nothing to stop the itch.

‘heh-hhH’ngk-tSCHEW! hhrRSSCH!’

The third sneeze escapes unstifled, and Sirius flushes red. He sniffles wetly and turns his back towards Remus while he wipes at his nose (and sleeve, which was considerably damper after the triple).

Remus busies himself with looking at his watch, trying his best not to make Sirius any more embarrassed than he already was.

“Bless you” Remus says once Sirius turns back to him, offering the sick boy a little smile. Sirius nods his thanks and starts walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

Sirius’s sniffles become increasingly frequent as they make their way closer to the portrait of the fat lady. Remus can’t help but glance over at Sirius every few seconds.

In fact, the werewolf is so focussed on Sirius that he doesn’t think twice about the sinking step in the North stairwell. Sirius doesn’t remember to skip the step either, his brain is muddled in a sick haze.

Both boys sink into the stairwell when they reach the sinking stair. Sirius yelps and braces himself with Remus’s arm.

Remus feels his hip pop painfully as his leg sinks into the trick step. He ignores the throbbing sensation traveling from his hip to his knee and makes sure Sirius stays upright.

“Shit. Why haven’t they fixed this fucking stairwell yet,” Remus snaps frustratedly.

Sirius grins affectionately, pulling himself upright and then offering Remus his hand.

“You have to admit it’s kind of funny to watch Peter fall” Sirius says playfully as he helps Remus out and then continues up the stairwell. Remus couldn’t deny that it was a little funny. Peter, who had always been the runt of the friend group, failed to remember the trick step every time. James and Sirius always guffawed as their friend sank into the stairs, but they helped him out every time.

“Fair enough,” Remus shrugs. He considers saying more, but one glance at Sirius tells him the other boy isn’t listening. His eyebrows are furrowed, his nose twitching and his hand hovering in front of his face.

‘hh-heh’

Sirius’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t sneeze. Sirius whines and rubs at his nose roughly with the handkerchief.

“God! Can’t I just sneeze already?” He says exasperatedly. A smile tugs at Remus’s lips, and he nudges Sirius’s arm with his own.

“Let’s get back to the dorm,” Remus instructs, his voice soft, but authoritative. Sirius nods, keeping one finger tucked under his nose as they continue walking.

that’s the end of part one! i’m not sure if anyone is interested in the m/arauders, but i’m hyperfixated on them, so ofc i had to write a snzfic

also MINORS DNI !! this is a fic written about adults by an adult.

#sneeze kink #sneezefucker #sneeze blog #snzblr #sneeze thoughts #snzfics #cold sneezes

[writingsofwesteros]

Wait no because Aemond and his mermaid were the best of friends, she was the only person he spoke of his troubles too, the only one who didn’t judge him on his eye, she gave him the sapphire for it and said she found it in a rock on the ocean floor, she gave him some sea glass too, he turned it into rings for the two of them (they never take them off), he introduced her to Vhagar (which was quite difficult as she couldn’t leave the ocean so he brought Vhagar to her on the beach), they had a lot of fun, he taught her how to read and write properly, he showed her his favourite books, she would tell him of the ocean in her broken English, show him her favourite friendly sea animals (nearly shit himself when a big fûcking killer whale was brought out even if he does ride Grandma Vhee (Vhagar did try to eat some of her friends, she felt bad that she said no as she loves Vhagar so she brought a pod of fish they eat instead for her, she devoured the entire pod..)).

They’re just the best of friends and each others safe haven, until one day she stops arriving. He doesn’t know it’s because her father forbid her because he’s worried for her well being, there are nasty people up there that would exploit and make a show of her. That would treat her like an animal, a great feet to be shown and paraded around. He just thinks she got bored of him or she just doesn’t enjoy him anymore, she left him all alone without a goodbye. That’s when he became cold and closed off, she was the last piece of his heart and she took it.

A few years pass and Aemond is on one of his walks to Vhagar, going for a talk with her and some head scratches and he swears sitting near Vhagar he can see a grown women? Who’s also naked? And stumbling around like a newborn foal… who’s brave enough to go up to Vhagar, hold onto her like a balancing beam all while naked? Is this person drunk? He only realised who it is when she turns around and screams his name out in joy, trying to run but ultimately falling flat on her arse and waving at him, he runs over helping her up she’s just smiling at him holding his face, saying ‘hello’ and ‘hi’ the smile never falling just growing bigger. On her hand he sees their sea glass rings, she never took it off, neither did he and it’s honestly the first time he smiled a true smile in years.

LOVE LOVE LOVE !!!!

Oh this is so precious and I love grandma Vhagar thank you!!

Poor Aemond ; want to just give him cuddles , bless his little heart

#mermaid friend

[eviltiddyproductions]

Destined With You : Episode 16

I will feel all of the feelings of this being a finale later. HONG JOOOO WHERE ARE YOU ?!!!

my impatient ass sitting through the intro after the first episode 😂😭

why has this loser emptied her purse

lmaoooo she even scared me for a minute

oh god bless for once my sister didn’t get tricked into something (again!)

he’s so nasty and this plot is so absurd 😭

GET AWAY FROM HER !!!!

GOOD JOB HONGJOOOO

YOU BETTER DASHI RUN 🏃‍♀️

ooh she’s rocking the Duan Jiaxu fit from Hidden Love!

where are you running towards Sinyu and if you’re running why is the police not following you 😭 ???

sis you should’ve just ran 😩😩😩

but also saying ‘you’re just insane’ to his face before he kidnaps you again was kind of a serve 💅

Sinyu has gotten zero days of rest since he got out of that hospital

he’s got the red string of fate tied to my sister NOOO GET AWAY FROM HER !!!

his creepy ass turning towards her with the blood red moon behind him

all about that fate and going into the next life and the second the police flashes light on him he cut the string…. nasty loser 😭

Rowoon’s acting’s gagging me rn like suddenly I’m genuinely feeling the shock of seeing someone you love passed out (possibly dead)

someone hold my hand 😭

not this romantic music playing

‘hong jo ah’

police !!! paramedics !!! where are y’all 😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh 💔💔💔

the way he leapt off of the ambulance

oh my heart

the tiny nurse 💀

my poor bean

hongsinyu nation we made it !!

mother is here 😭💕💕💕

who even asked the dad to be here like go work on your failing company idk 😭

I thought he was going to talk about the curse he’s talking about the baby 😭💀

they’re being so adorable rn

the office couple again…

everything that hongjoo does goes public but at least this time it’s for the greater good!!!

talk your shit office girlies! chew Nayeon’s head off 😍😍😍

recorded by the weirdo assaulting ex of Nayeon, isn’t it

exactly bean, you don’t have to thank or forgive him at all!

Nayeon’s getting dumped again lol. right after she suggests marriage too 😭

lmaooo I know he isn’t calling her a bully and a bad look, he was sexually harassing people in the first episode

my babies are on my screen again 🥰

oh he’s still got that bracelet on! <3

my sweetest beans !!!

lmfao Mr. Kwon

oh I was genuinely scared when I saw someone near Hong Jo’s house staring from the mirror, it’s just Nayeon

that shove was satisfying

get your lick back bestie !!!

Mr. Kwon bodied the construction loser 💸

are they going to do the perilla leaves trend thingy

can he just leave the marriage thing alone for 5 seconds

Subway !!!! I know it’s for ease of shooting but these sandwiches in the kdramas are so dry 😭 like it’s technically not the best advertising like babe what are you even eating 😩 just bread ???!

I don’t fully get them but look at Ms Ma getting married in a suit !!! 🩷 oh just saw her whole fit. well a blazer !!!

lmao Mr. I wear shirts at home Sinyu is wearing a simple T-shirt to this wedding 😂😭

I can’t believe it’s ending so quickly, I’m not ready to let go 😩

I knew our princess Sinyu was going to catch the bouquet 😂

they finally get to enjoy cherry blossoms together 😭💕

LMAOOOO the lawyer bestie became an actor?!!! did not see this (adorable and fun) plot twist coming 😂

the old man being investigated instead of being let go by the main leads! progress in the drama world! although I know they’ll defend and help him

and Sinyu’s here!

he’s going to move in isn’t he 💀

lmaoooo she pounced on the car and he pounced on her I LOVE THEM 🦁

aaaaah they’re both so cute 😭😭😭😭😭

‘you sure use your money wisely’ ‘you got me here to work’ 😟

lmaooo go off Hong Jooooo !!! queenie 🤣 (context: she just turned off the light and started rolling with him on the bed)

cannot wait to rewatch this series with lightness and fluffiness in my heart !!!

I did not see this coming 😭😭😭 the peach is Sinyu’s little sister 😭😭😭

to be fair Hong Jo had a gulped a lot of poison, they would’ve let us know back then but wow 💀

back at the beach again 🥰

I love how in love they are and how they’re always ready to vocalise it. Oh I love them downnnn

I knew he was going to ask her dad! 🌊

💍🥰💕

they’re back at the mountain, my lil diligent civil servant and grim reaper!

I know y’all are well versed with the other realm but don’t open random relics let me just 🧿🧿🧿

goodbye my sweet loves 🥹

now what was that little turn of 300 year old Sinyu for 🤨🤨🤨

AAAH it’s over 😭💔💕

can’t wait to rewatch this again! our past and present couple made all the caving plot lines worthwhile. let me go binge from episode 1 again. 💕💕💕

#destined with you #episode 16 #finale #naurrrr #I will miss them so much #my babies fr #lmao at the peach reveal #Rowoon #Jo Bo Ah #you have entered my favourites list!

[eclecticmickyalberta]

Wine Whining

Wine Whining

July 28, 2015

   Ain’t it great? Every year we get more down to earth and a few sacred cows topple in the dust. It seems that recently the laws of wine worship have been revoked and we’re blowing the whistle on the holy mystique of the nectars of Bacchus.

   Confess: Didn’t you fear your taste buds had an I.Q. of 70 when the experts swished a mouthful, rolled their eyes and babbled about hints of chocolate and licorice bark and a finish of coffee on your red wine? Who put that stuff in your wine?

   He: “Darling, the overtones of battery acid in this Pinot Noir are so subtle as to be scarcely perceptible.”

   She: “Oh, and the delicate suggestion of nail polish in this Merlot is so understated, it’s scarcely a breath. I’m glad we let it age for seventeen years to bring its intellectual sophistication in balance with the gentle whimsy of its fruitiness.”

   Out in Kelowna, the heart of British Columbia’s white hot wine industry, radio hosts chat about the valley’s bottled gold. They’re going, “Hey, it’s a business, and it’s a drink, and let’s not be so snooty.”

   Says one, “According to the experts, this cabernet Alicia must be drunk in a cabernet glass to bring out its full bouquet.”

   And who thought up that one? The people who make stemmed crystal, of course.

   The other comes back, “But we put wine on too much of a pedestal. At the end of the day, just shut up and drink it.”

   Stop talking and drink it? I’m on board.

   It’s no longer a requirement to wrestle with a corkscrew and then pass the cork around to sniff. Recent yuppie vintages come in a handy screw top and you can plunk the bottle on the table without fear of the butler’s giving notice. If you’re really brave, leave the price sticker on or brag about how cheap you got it in that little strip mall next to Wal-Mart.

   Who performed the great service to serious drinkingkind everywhere by tying the grape gourmand to a pillar and tickling him with a wine cellar feather duster until he spilled his guts about the breathing of red wine?

   “Tee hee, well, it started as a joke over beers—tee hee, oh stop, you’re killing me—and then everybody believed it and we didn’t know how to—tee hee, please stop and I’ll confess…”

   Seems a group of wine experts with post-graduate palates tasted four bottles of the same red wine. One bottle sat open for an hour, one was decanted for an hour, one was decanted and poured, and the last was opened and poured. The Ph.D Palates went for number four.

   Well, bless me if the wine industry isn’t as rife with naked emperors as cyberspace with nasty viruses. Red wine breathes? I guess we all looked that stupid, huh? It’s a bottle of fermented fruit juice, at bottom. Liquids do not breathe. Liquids exist to be drunk by humans, who do breathe.

   I do get it about clearing the palate between varietals. It gives you a chance to indulge in another great fermented food, this one in solid form. There must be as many cheeses as wines out there, all ready to be praised to the heavens in glorious, grandiose verbal cascades.

   So let’s not lose all the fun. Before this dandy one-upmanship passes into antiquity, raise the bar. Throw a classic wine and cheese tasting party and mandate that everybody get in touch with his pretentious side. Include two 4 x 6 file cards with the invitation. When guests bring their wine and cheese offerings for the occasion, they must bring a high-toned description of each. Give points and an extra pouring for hyperbole, alliteration and over-the-top verbosity. Award more points and a take-home bottle for the guest who is voted the biggest talent for pretentious prattle.

   And no cuspidors. No one is allowed to treat these elevated beverages like Listerine mouthwash. Why let the fruit ferment and then not get a little buzz? You have to swallow, so when the imbibing begins, the airs will flow as fast as the drinks.

   Don’t limit the grandiosity to the goodies. Call for a dress code. Insist on formal jeans, or maybe hats and gloves…any kind. Encourage your guests to indulge their sense of the ridiculous and the sublime, from Moody Blue and Cheez Whiz on Ritz crackers to champagne and Brie.

   Pop, pour, and party on.

#wine #wine tasting #pretentious #wine and cheese

[susie-dreemurr]

Dungeon Menshi (live-blogging from ep 2 to like 7 I think

Ep2

Marcille is such a mood I love her. I too am a picky whiny bitch

THE MY LITTLE PONY CHICKEN— BASILISK. Ah yes i remember its bam enow

Genshin rly said fuck that guy I wanna cook. He’s gonna have to wait for me to cook. Everyone but Marcille is insane <3

NOOOOO MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT THE DOGS— oh thank god she never tried it

If I was Falin I would kill these motherfuckers the instant I got out fr y’all wasting too much time man

Fofa conversa

Ok if I were this Chil kid I would fucking kill Senshi as soon as we could

“Your job is to cook, mine is to detect and ruin traps, Marcille’s is magic” …and the protag guy can get fucked I guess

Ep3

“I was killed by a moving armor once so I used to be terrified of them. Wonder what they taste like, none of the books ever described it. How would you cook them?”— Insane person speaking

Is there like a really tiny person controlling that one specific armor that moves wonky. Like two kids in a trench coat kinda deal

“These armors seem alive and are protecting something *skips the implications* which means they’re edible”

“If he dies let’s leave him here” “yeah” based

Laios (I know his name now) Laios please take out the fucking creature from the sword before taking it with you. Laios please

Laios NEEDS to get someone on the team killed one day. *remembers his sister* that one didn’t count

Ep 7 (I forgot to liveblog the others)

Damn Senshi got that nasty ass beard. Marcille teach him hygiene— FUCK SHE LOST HER SOAP IN THE DRAGON FIGHT NOOOO

MARCILLE JESUS???? WLAKING WATER

In a modern au Senshi is that guy from a countryside town who’s an urban legend because he lives in the woods and refuses to interact with any kind of technology. He doesn’t stop others from living their way but he decided to be a medieval citizen, good for him ig

Marcille finally is awestruck by Senshi and all it took was a fantasy horse… she’s a horse girl isn’t she

Senshi is a better person than me because if someone said it’d be more practical to use my pet’s organs as 🛟 I would kill them. I understand Laios but damn bro

“Why is everyone soft hearted for mamíferos and doesn’t let me plant carnivorous plants?” — Laios. Aiai eu esqueci que ele é assim. Freak /pos

NOOOOOO ANNE NOOOOO. It was inevitable I guess, it is a wild animal after all, but FUCK MAN.

Senshi :((( I feel so bad man but class will start shortly rn so I can’t even be sad :((( having a pet makes me sensitive to this stuff. :((( I’m so sad man

Naur he’s gonna eat Anne to make sure nobody else gets to do it. What if we all died

THESE MFS KEEP GETTING WIPED MAN NO MAMES. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM STAY OUT OF THIS DUNGEON

Chilchuck??? Chilchuck thanks to hxh I have trauma over dull eyes I know you’re hypnotized probably but don’t do this to me

Thank you Laios for being weird as shit not even the mermaids want you

Lmao Chilchuck trying to talk his way out of not acting to eat a semi-human creature

I have a feeling that Laios will eventually make everyone in this group cannibalistd

MARCILLE FOFA DEMAIS

“Is that a squid? Or an octopus?” It’s an Ikalgo

Senshi is smarter than me I would of literally never thought of that. Marcille’s Jesus spell the true MVP, just like Jesus himself was god bless

Ok essas são as consequências das suas próprias ações Laios, pra que que tu foi comer VERME cru???

#live-blogging

[themculibrary]

General Rated Fics Masterlist 2

part one

5 Times Peter Fell, and Tony caught him. And the 1 Time Tony didn’t (ao3) - eva7673 G, 35k

Summary: Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every single time. Until the day he can’t.

7 Times Peter Starts To Realize He Has A Family + 1 Time He Knows He Does (ao3) - JAWorley pepper/tony G, 46k

Summary: Peter knows he had been lucky to get to hang around with Mr. Stark before the blip… lucky to have a mentor to look after him, to patch him up after a rough night out as Spider Man, and to get him out of trouble at the foster home if he stayed out too late. After the blip, Peter is starting to realize just how lucky he is… because it’s no longer just Mr. Stark. Now he has a daughter, and a wife, and he could choose to just forget about Peter… leave him to his own devices, but the Starks seem intent on including Peter in activities like fall photos, trips to the pumpkin patch, and movie nights at their cabin. Whenever Peter leaves, he misses them. He misses home. A fic for Cozytober2023. OR A love letter to fall, to the fandom, and to families. Unapologetic fluff and family feels.

A Different Body (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: When you turn sixteen, you swap bodies with your soulmate. Steve and Bucky discover they’re soulmates.

Anti-Virus (ao3) - marinarusalka steve/tony G, 4k

Summary: Steve didn’t think he could get sick any more. He was wrong. Tony didn’t think of himself as the caretaking type. He was wrong too.

Carry on Wayward Son (ao3) - TinyButFierce G, 9k

Summary: Five times the Avengers didn’t meet Tony’s kid and the one time they did.

Cold (ao3) - vulcanscully steve/tony G, 3k

Summary: Steve Rogers never liked the winter.

Dogs of SHIELD (ao3) - TheGirlInTheB clint/phil G, 8k

Summary: Lucky’s a good dog. Lucky’s a smart dog. Lucky’s human? Not so smart. Like today he didn’t come home. And when he finally did, he was changed into a corgi! Lucky’s gonna do his very best to help get his human back on two legs >:3

Frostbite (ao3) - Lailuhhh G, 10k

Summary: The team go on a mission that takes them to the snowy mountains. No one pieced it together that it was probably a bad idea to take Peter with them when he was especially susceptible to cold weather.

Holiday Meetings (ao3) - Drappersky steve/bucky, bruce/natasha, clint/laura G, 3k

Summary: Steve and Bucky go to a "magical" Christmas tree farm up state. Steve gets lost in the snow, Bucky freaks out and they find everyone but who they're looking for. Happy Holiday's :)

Kissin’ Dynamite (ao3) - crime_fighting_spiderling G, 27k

Summary: “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Knit and Purl (ao3) - Six2VII sam/bucky G, 5k

Summary: Bucky has recently retired and joined a knitting circle.

lighthouse (guiding you home) (ao3) - kalina16 gamora/peter G, 13k

Summary: “Because they’re our song lyrics. Seriously, who else in space do you know that’s gonna be blasting the Pina Colada song all over galactic interspace? It’s like, the best homing beacon ever.”

In the wake of everything that happened with Thanos, Peter’s down a team member, down five years, and down his heart. But he’ll be fine, really. He’s just gonna keep playing music for someone’s who’s not there to hear it, and eventually things will make sense again.

Or, Peter and Gamora have always been better at finding each other than themselves.

Missing Clothes and Stolen Kisses (ao3) - purplemystic sam/scott G, 3k

Summary: After everything they went through, Scott Lang and Sam Wilson began to grow closer. Their friendship turned into best friendship, no matter how hard Sam tries to deny it and claims Scott is annoying.

Months have passed, and Sam has begun to notice his clothes are beginning to disappear and whenever he and Scott hang out and get drinks, they always end up sharing kisses.

Rebuilding (ao3) - vassalady maria/pepper/natasha G, 3k

Summary: Maria, Pepper, and Natasha eventually find their way to one another.

Survival Mode (ao3) - Good_As_I_Am94 steve/tony G, 25k

Summary: Peter shivered pulling the blanket tighter to him. It was 32 degrees outside and sleeping in an old beat up car in a Walmart parking lot didn’t allow for much warmth. He would have turned it on for some heat for a few minutes but it was broken. He had no money to fix it. Peter felt his stomach growl and took a sip from the water bottle in the cup holder.

He knew that the way he was living wasn’t good, but he also had no idea how to do better. He would have to drop out of school and if he dropped out of school then Mr. Stark would get wind of it. He knew that Mr. Stark would try to help but Peter felt his jaw clench—No, he could figure this out on his own. He wasn’t going to let him know how bad things were. He couldn’t chance him telling anyone that he was alone. He wasn’t about to get thrown into the system, but as long as no one knew what was going on. He’d be fine.

that’s why i love fall (ao3) - Skyler10 carol/daisy, phil/melinda, leo/jemma G, 7k

Summary: Carol is a park ranger in a growing mountain town. Daisy is a cybersecurity city girl in town for a job interview at the town’s biotech lab. Under the autumn leaves, fate brings them together (aided by Daisy’s parents, Phil and Melinda). As sweet as a PSL and with as much plot as apple pie.

The Wrong Wedding (ao3) - Xliviaxrtega steve/natasha G, 10k

Summary: Steve is getting married. Nat had left two years before, after one drunken “mistake”. Will a wedding invitation bring them together? Or farther apart?

To the end of the line (ao3) - Holdengrey0 steve/bucky G, 85k

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, a jet carrying Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes crashes in the Canadian wilderness. With winter starting and the temperatures plummeting, will the team find them in time?

New feelings emerge between the men, a whole world looking, an injury, and all sorts of challenges they have to face. How will it end?

Unwound (ao3) - panofcheese bucky/tony G, 6k

Summary; 5+1+several other times Bucky knitted something for someone that usually isn’t Tony but sometimes is, and one time Tony was Sick Of It.

(because I couldn’t stick to my fic outline, sue me)

—

Alternatively,

Somebody in the tower is knitting things, everybody in the tower is having a laugh at Tony’s expense, and Tony Stark has Had Enough.

You Mean A Lot To Me (ao3) - falconisms (ichidice) sam/scott G, 5k

Summary: Scott is the newest hero at Avengers Academy. However Scott has admired the Avengers for a while, his favorites being Captain America and Falcon. So when Sam greets him dressed as Captain America, Scott is certainly starstruck.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #masterlists #general #general masterlist

[raraeavesmoriendi]

there’s a post going around that’s all “I hate fake weirdos omg I’m a real weirdo I can sniff out the normies who are just doing it for attention they’re nasty posers unlike me who’s genuinely special!!!”

and while I also hate that certain subcultures have been commodified to shit on the video-based apps

the op was a fucking transmisogynist bigot

like honey. bless your precious little vacuous heart. the calls are coming from inside the house.

#and then rarae says #you cannot devote your life to wanting to kill anyone who slightly deviates from gender norms and consider yourself a weirdo #that’s not how it works #you aren’t a weirdo if you police people on a binary that’s the opposite of a weirdo #stop pretending you have anything interesting about you if you’re gonna come back and holler that my uterus is my defining trait mmkay

[maliceofminds]

20 asks for fic writers

@strezzlecki and @sommerregenjuniluft thank you for tagging me<3

1. How many works do you have on a03?

six

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

111.507

3. What fandoms do you write for?

only marauders right now (although there is a society fic that has been weighting on my mind)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Keep my Heart in the freezer so it doesn’t go bad with my love

2. Hand me my heart in the palm of your Hand while it‘s still beating

3. Fate is giving us a hard time (but maybe Romance isn’t dead)

4. I will follow you into the dark

5. God blessed/Hell bound

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yess, i love all comments, I go back to read them all the time when I have low motivation<3

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think any of my oneshots/finished fics have a very angsty ending at all. Both of my longer fics have an ambiguous ending I would say tho (at least that’s what’s planned)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think probably fate is giving us a hard time, just because it’s so terribly sappy (but honestly they are all up there)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, i‘m very glad for the bubble I’ve kind of found here for myself consisting of beloved mutuals and readers, love y‘all<3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yeah, make em lesbians and i will make them fuck nasty

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I guess iwfyitd is kind of a crossover (lockwood x marauders)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, i know someone is translating my marylily fic into russian (it‘ll be on ficbook) but I don’t think it‘s out yet. much love to that person<33

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no i haven’t, honestly I don’t know wether I’d be good at it, but I’d love to try it sounds very fun (hmu if u want)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

wolfstar always and forever

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i think out of the ones I’ve already published I will finish all (or I will at least try), out of my other wips…the seven deadly sins wip is being soo slow and yeahh idk if it’ll ever see the light of day

16. What are your writing strengths?

prosey metaphors and introspection maybe

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

the mundane, the filler and breaks between action or stress, transitions between scenes and places…dialogue (mostly because I don’t enjoy writing most of these very much even tho they’re necessarily)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

depends on the language for me. if I can speak it (at least partially) then I feel better about it, otherwise I would probably try to find someone who could check over it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

marauders

20. Favorite fic you've written?

ahhh i don’t knoww, this is very hard it feels like choosing a favorite child. but, i think the thing i‘m writing right now is probably my fav (top secret tho)

tagging @nevvaraven @spookymoonie and @achilleslikespeas if u guys want<3

#tag games

[enchainedtigress]

Nicole was such a bitch to me

Told me to never write poetry

She was annoying and mean

Told me being gay was a sin

That god will punish me enough

To get my shit straight

That was never the case

God never listened but Nicole obeyed

She was preaching this and that and thought she was a martyr

She had them all around their fingers like melted wax

She was all pose but never vogue

She was so stiff it made your hard cold

She had a tongue just like a serpent

And eyes so dark, even the demons would fear her

She would tell you that you’re stupid and you’ll never do anything right

Then she’ll kiss you, lick your wounds and bless your sweet heart

She had sharp nails

And thought she femme fatale

The only fatal thing that happened was ending the ongoing war

She herself is made of stone

And her brains are sometimes melting

Dripping through her fucking jaw

In the summer she is celebrating the only day she cares about

But she’s evil and she’s nasty

And she’ll bite your fucking tongue

Make you silent

Make you witness

To your own abuse

Then she’ll turn around to others to see how much they’re amused

#poemsbyme #borderline personality traits #poem #bpd #gay #spilled words

[otomes-and-tears]

Hi! You said in your post that you accepted requests for Cnderella phenomenon. I read your rules and I have two prompts that I believe that fit your rules. The first prompt is a Lucette/Rod soulmates AU. The second prompt is Lucette's wedding with Rod. Sorry if I misunderstood any of your rules. Since you have an AO3 account, you can fullfil my prompts there if you like the ideas. I can't put the link, but you just have to search for the "otome games SFW plot bunnies" prompt meme challenge.

♦ redamancy (1/?) ♦

► tags/warnings: Rod x Lucette, Soulmate!Au, Implied/referenced child abuse.

► words: 1216

► summary: Fate, Lucette discerned, never had been particularly kind to her. It was a bothersome thing. An annoyance, really. She has been born with everything, all the pretty dolls and jewellery that any girl could ever dream of. Servants waiting on her, ready to realise her every whim. She had everything. Everything except a soulmate. ► a/n: Also being posted on AO3 ♡ ► Masterlist

“Mother, are you and father in true love? Like in the fairytales?”

It seemed like the wrong thing to say, judging by how her mother’s lips quirked downwards, displeased. 

Anyone living in the palace was accustomed to the tiny intricacies of Hildyr’s expressions. The way her brow furrowed in annoyance, or the specific way she held herself when she was angry.

It was an important skill to acquire while living in the palace, but no servants, not even the king himself were quite as adept as Lucette, the crown princess.

She loved her mother, truly.

Even when she was harsh, her mother would always be truthful and teach her the most valuable lessons.

That’s why she learned not to bother her, to be able to read her moods to guarantee that she wasn't being a burden.

That’s why she mustn’t waste her time with questions unless they’re truly important.

Still, as silly as it seemed, knowing this was of the utmost importance to Lucette.

At her age, a soul mark was bound to appear anytime and she needed to be prepared!

“I thought I forbid you to speak of fairytales. Have you been reading them?”

“N-no, Mother.” Lucette said, truthfully. She considered stealing one or two books but figured it wouldn’t be worth her mother’s ire. “I overheard someone in the palace talking about it today.”

“Then I have to find that person and make sure that they know what an appropriate topic of conversation in the palace is.”

“B-but mother, the true love in fairytales sounds so nice! Do you think I can fall in love with a prince?”

Her mother’s brows furrowed in annoyance. Lucette could feel it in the air— the static-y tension that arose every time she made a misstep.

She didn’t mean to insist. Didn’t mean to speak out of turn, but she really wished to know why.

Weren’t her parents in love? Why are they married then? 

She heard whispers in the corridors about mother not being blessed with a marking. About her father being bound to another. Were these things true? Were they not just nasty rumours?

Hildyr’s hand touched Lucette’s chin, gently raising her head so that her mother could properly see her.

She smiled. It was the same smile she always gave before giving her a lesson.

Her answer wouldn’t please Lucette, she could already tell. None of mother’s lessons were ever things she’d wanted to hear, after all, but there was no use in being told comfortable lies only to have the truth revealed later on.

Lucette was a big girl of ten and the crown princess, she more than needed to be told the truth.

“Dearest one, true love like that does not exist.” She said, firmly. Lucette did her best to hide the disappointment she felt at the statement. “The love between mother and child is the truest kind. It cannot be replicated by anything else.” 

“But… What about soulmates?”

“All other kinds of love are an illusion. My love is all you will ever need. Do you understand me, my heart?”

“Yes, mother.”

—

Fate, Lucette discerned, never had been particularly kind to her.

It was a bothersome thing. An annoyance, really.

She has been born with everything, all the pretty dolls and jewellery that any girl could ever dream of, Servants waiting on her, ready to realise her every whim.

She had everything.

Everything except a soulmate.

She used to yearn for it, at a young age. 

Stand in front of the mirror and check every inch of her body for a mark, any mark, any indication that her soulmate was there and that they existed.

But it had been for nought. No markings ever appeared and she had been burdened with the knowledge that she was, in fact, alone.

It seemed fitting. Her father never loved her, he didn’t even like her most days, the servants would at best shower her with apathy and her own kingdom despised her despite Lucette not having ever set foot outside of the castle walls.

Mother had been Lucette’s only source of love, but she was long gone now, leaving only her lessons in her wake.

Romantic love, her mother taught her, was an illusory thing.

A useless invention. Something made to distract people from their duties.

Soulmates were much the same. An invisible shackle bound to your ankle. A mysterious magic made to limit people’s potential, a weakness.

It was a good thing Lucette didn’t have one, she had said, these things only cause heartbreak. They could only stop her from achieving greatness, like her mother.

Not long after Lucette’s questions about soulmates, exposing one’s soulmark and even the mention of fated ones made the list of the unmentionable topics in the castle, with strict punishment for noncompliance.

And with that, for years following, Lucette barely thought about it.

—

Emelaigne had a soul mark.

Because of course, she did.

Her new step-sister had a way of always managing to get things that Lucette had failed to acquire, even if she seemed to be a failure in all other regards.

Still, she had a soul mark that she loved to show off:

A white carnation on her left shoulder.

Purity .

Luck .

Pure love .

What a fucking joke .

Emelaigne’s mother, Ophelia, also had one:

A single forget-me-not, that seemed to perfectly match King Genaro’s.

Lucette had never even seen his marking before, the small flower on his wrist, against his pulse, being hidden by cufflinks and gloves before her mother’s death.

The only person in that family who didn’t seem quite as comfortable showing his soul mark off was Rod, who scarcely even mentioned it.

It made him slightly less intolerable than the rest of his family, in her eyes. It wasn’t strong praise, since he carried his own brand of despicable, but Lucette’s hatred towards him lessened by his inclination to keep to himself and not rub her inadequacy in her face, like his sister seemed to often do (even if, admittedly, accidentally).

Still, he had one.

She was certain of it, since Ophelia and Emelaigne would always talk about when he’d meet them instead of awkwardly side-stepping the topic like her father often did with her, when he even remembered her lack of soulmate.

Lucette had no idea what it was or where it was located, but the existence of Rod’s soulmate was a certainty.

(Distantly, she wondered what his mark looked like, but she banished these frivolous thoughts as soon as they appeared)

It was bad enough to be forced into playing happy families with commoners, but even worse when she was made to feel so out of place when this was supposed to be her court. Her family.

Maybe this is why her father showed them so much love and care.

They had marks.

They had a soul bond.

They were, by definition, loveable . 

Lucette was no such thing.

He heard it often, Servants in the corridors whispering about how she didn’t have a mark because she lacked a soul. These cutting remarks bothered her far more than she ever cared to admit, even if they came from those below her.

(Distantly, she wondered if their jokes had a small backing in truth).

Not for the first time, she wished they’d all disappear.

#cinderella phenomenon #lucette riella britton #Rod Benedikt Widdensov #cinderella phenomenon fanfiction #Bee's writing