#hnnng how do I tag this?

[kingabezka]

Song rec for Good Omens fandom because we all adore taking songs we already love and wrangling them to our nefarious purposes

It's in Polish but I doubt that would stop any of you

Between Heaven and Hell by Hunter

An English version of this song exists, but the lyrics have been severely altered (as necessary when translating a song) and I think you will appreciate the Polish vocals much more anyway

Lyrics in Eng below the cut, translated by my uneducated ass so sorry if this is wrong

Even one little Gesture Little touch of Heaven to find in each of Us One common great Paradise, which will give us wings and let us touch the stars For Those kinds of moments - whole life a journey

One Gift, one very own wing, to later feel the wind For Those kinds of moments - whole life in a craze

Here I have my Little Heaven Here I have my Little Hell Here I have my Great Earth Here I have my Little Heaven Here I have my Little Hell Here I have my Own Earth Why am I falling?...

Single Dawn... To lift above the darkness Sleep my Angel Maybe sleep will protect You from my evil

Here I have my Little Heaven Here I have my Little Hell Here I have my Great Earth Here I have my Little Heaven Here I have my Little Hell Here I have my Own Earth Why am I falling?...

One Little Great World Strange world in a craze Deceiving with a paradise... of unfulfilled dreams Here day by day... Goes out, What makes the pain fade away Here I have my Little Heaven Here I have my Little Hell Here I have my Great Earth Here I have my Little Heaven Here I have my Little Hell Here I have my Own Earth Why am I falling?...

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Anyway this band is fantastic and I highly recommend it and Polish is a great language for metal songs cause they go szszczzrzrzchs

Also lead singer gets crucified in one of the music videos and his fit in Labirynt Fauna you have to see for yourself

#good omens #idk how to tag #Song recs #shitpost #is it really embarrassing for me to post this? #yea #will I do it anyway? #hnnng #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #i think that's all the tags i need #Youtube

[tired-reader-writer]

THE CROWN IS A'S NORTH STAR I'M GONNA CRY

#a tale of crowns #wait how do I tag A #is it #ashti/azad #or #azad/ashti #hnnng #but anyways #Crown Havîn made decisions based on what A would think of it even outside of this chapter #so in a way Ashti was his North Star all along but now

[blurred-antics]

me: I should work on my very long term writing project

also me: heeheehoohoo !! lore I will make, but for a new and different project I must

#im loving the new lore but i NEED to work on my other project #*sobs* #mine #rambles #hnnng how tf do i tag this #chaotic academia #dark academia #writing #yeah sure

[im-not-here-im-dead]

If i keep rotating frisk in my head fast enough maybe that’ll give asgore some time to escape

maybe.

#fjchktyktkgrjytjtejteadfkhcjgfxkhc #when I made that post a while ago about hoping my hyperfixation on asgore would go away #it did not in fact end up going away ;—; #this is getting ridiculous. the poor man needs a goddamn break #and like so do I lmfao #how long has it been exactly… #at least since may #nearly 4 months #stars above… #I can’t fucking #hnnng #*rotates frisk harder* #utdr thoughts #swearing in tags

[fbfh]

light up the dark [XI] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 5.7k

genre: smut, angst, pining, reality tv level drama

pairing: Leo Valdez x goth gf!child of eros!reader

warnings: calypso being an absolute gank, penetrative sex, teasing (reader recieving), mean!leo (just a little), bent over a running washing machine sex, clit rubbing, squirting, praise, pining (mutual?? yes), leo being himself, self doubt/insecurity spiraling, c*lypso is WAY off base, hazel and frank being the absolute cutest, hazel is bad at keeping secrets, seriously frazel being so motherfucking cute, things are said that cannot be unsaid, everyone is in denial about their feelings, arguing/calypso being terrible, Nico reader friendship, reader is starting to like... realize things

summary: Calypso is on to you and Leo, but not enough to figure out he's fucking you in the laundry room as she speaks. Secrets make Hazel nauseous, and everyone reacts very on brand to some information.

song recs: crush - tessa violet, half asleep - amelie london cast, hold on till the night - greyson chance, drama - ajr, pacify her - melanie martinez, a tight knit family/love is blind - falsettos cast (2016), I won't say I'm in love - disney hercules

a/n: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER. it took me forever to finish but I think it's worth it (good drama always takes a little while to write yk) Anyway Leo.... he's.... hnnng

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @perseajohnson @chasingpj @mystic-writings   @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33 @dreamerball @if-only-i-was-fictional @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @anything-forourmoony @afidiofobia@chasingpj @girlfriendwhoseawitch @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @youkissedareaderinthedark @magcon7280

Calypso hates you. She hates everything about you. She hates the way you’re always looking at Leo, the way he looks back at you, the way he’s always staring at you and saying things to make you laugh. She could go on, but he’s doing it right now, leaning closer to you and muttering something under his breath with a repressed smirk. You don’t react, not visibly, but a few minutes later you’ve both slipped away.

She rolls her eyes with a huff, leaving the mundane conversation she’d been ignoring. It makes her sick to see you that close to him, wrapping him around your finger, getting him totally whipped for you. He should be doing that with her. Not that she exactly wants to be sneaking off with him right now, but the principle still stands. He doesn’t just get to jump ship to some whore because Calypso dumped him, not after everything they’ve been through. 

She wanders through the stupid rented house while everyone else is off in pairs or doing their own thing. She scoffs at this place, hating everything about it. She had a nicer room in Ogygia than she does here. She’s pissed off, hating everything around her, and really wouldn’t turn down a fight at this point. You’re just a phase, she tells herself. You’re taking him away from her when he’s weak, and sooner or later he’s going to wake up and realize that. He’d better realize it soon, because Calypso can’t promise that she’ll be waiting around when he does. He needs to wake up and realize how you really feel about him, that you don’t really like him, that you see him as nothing more than a means to an end. 

Leo dragged you into the laundry room, claiming he needed your help with something. Minutes later, you’re bent over the running dryer while he pushes his cock into you. The warmth and vibrations from the machine make everything feel so much more intense, and it already has you dizzy from being stretched out on his cock pounding into you. His arms are wrapped around you, squeezing you nice and tight. He's leaning on top of you, pinning you in place against the dryer as he bullies his cock all the way in. 

You wiggle your hips back toward him, needing as much of him as you can possibly get. Everything he does feels so good that he's got your pussy drooling all over his cock, throbbing as he perfectly rubs and bumps every spot inside you. You're so caught up in his panting breaths in your ear, the warmth of being sandwiched between his body and the rumbling dryer that neither of you are aware of Calypso hovering outside the doorway, the only cover you have being the white noise of the laundry being run. 

"You know," Leo says into your neck, voice much too casual for the situation. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like me or something.” He punctuates with a nip to your ear, and he can feel you squeeze around him. You’re really glad you’re in this position. Even with his face as close to yours as it is, at least he can’t see how flustered he’s making you. It’s almost embarrassing how hard you have to fight the urge to agree with him, to tell him he’s right, you do like him. Your breathing grows heavier as you squirm in his grip. 

“Absolutely not.” You choke out. Your tone is sharp, but you hide your face when he brings his closer. He can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks, and it speaks volumes. 

“Hmm…” He hums in your ear, biting you again. ”I think you might.” 

You squeeze around him even tighter, more turned on than you can remember being, all from how sweet and attentive and playful he’s being with you. It’s not something he misses, he feels every breath and twitch and squeeze he draws out of you. He internalizes this, thinking about how much he loves seeing this side of you. 

“Nope.” You insist, feeling pressure build up as his hand comes down to play idly with your clit, “Not at all, not in the slightest.” You ramble, pulsing around his cock, sucking him even deeper and deeper inside you. You’re hit with a sudden rush of fullness as his fingers play with your clit, knowing exactly what to do as they nudge and rub against your sensitive bundle of nerves just right, sending heat through your whole body. His fingers feel better than yours ever could; they’re long and slender and seem to know your body better than you do. From the way you’re pulsing and tightening up around him and squirming under his grip, you both know you’re seconds away from squirting all over him. You let out a strangled breath so quiet only Leo can hear it. He leans in close and speaks in a low, intimate, knowing voice.

“Yeah? I think you have a little crush on me…”

He’s squeezing you in his arms so tight, hitting every spot inside you just right, and you feel yourself filling up, teetering on the precipice, masked only by the rumbling of the machines. You’re about to squirt all over him. From outside the doorway, Calypso scoffs at your insistence that you don’t like Leo, storming off right before Leo pushes you over the edge. Your legs shake as you cum hard, feeling yourself gush like Niagara falls as you squirt against him and his hand, still rubbing your throbbing clit. 

The feeling of you squirting like a fucking porn star all over him is more than enough to break him. He ruts his hips into you wildly, like an animal in heat, riding out both your highs. He pumps you full of cum, collecting in the thin layer of ballooning latex between you. You feel so good, everything about you makes him feel so amazing - and not just physically. He likes you so much, likes being around you, it makes all of this feel so much better than he knew it could. It’s a new kind of euphoria, everything with you is so new and refreshing and he loves every moment of it. He buries his face in your neck, moaning and breathing heavy right next to your ear, so you hear every pant and grunt and shuddering moan perfectly. 

“Oh, fuck!” He chokes out, moaning, “Shit, you’re so perfect…” 

He continues to roll his hips into you as he rides out both your highs, feeling you throb around him. Each pulse of your sensitive cunt squeezes him even tighter, and his eyes roll back at the sensation, nerves electric. 

“Fuck, I love you…” he groans out, kissing your cheek right by your ear in that sweet way of his. It’s only then that the hollow, fidgety feeling starts to fade, it’s only then that the cravings for him subside, leaving you feeling satisfied. You feel peace, your atoms are all polarized. 

“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs between sweet kisses against your skin, “Gods, I love you…” Each word he speaks drives the feeling away, making you feel at peace, and all warm inside. This is what makes you keep wanting to come back to him. You feel good around him. 

You manage to look at him over your shoulder between kisses. You should say something. You should say it back, or say something to him. You want to. You have no idea what you’d say or where to start, but you wish you could. But before you can even try to think of what through your foggy, fucked out brain, the icy fear of rejection paralyzes you, grabbing you by the neck in a debilitating choke hold. Next time, you think. 

Next time you’ll say it back. Or say something back, do something to imply that you might like him as more than just a hookup. Maybe. There’s something… special you feel around him. Something different. You’ve spent so long analyzing other people, what they like and what they want from you, you’ve never considered how you felt about them. You feel wide awake with Leo, not like you’re stumbling around, or stuck in some magic coma. You woke up when he came around, and not just physically. He woke up a part of your heart that’s been half asleep for… as long as you can remember. He’s ignited a fire, and you don’t want it to go out. Maybe you can drop some hints. Something obvious. That way, whatever you do say won’t come as a shock to him when you finally work up the nerve to say it. 

The dryer buzzes, snapping both of you back to reality. You try to catch your breath, really wishing you could stay with him like that a little longer. But after a moment, he finally does pull out of you, and you attempt to get cleaned up. 

“Shit…” He mutters with a laugh. You finally notice how soaked both of you are from all the cum, and how much he had you squirting for him. You find yourself laughing with him at the situation you always seem to find yourselves in. 

“We sure made a mess, huh?” He muses rhetorically. 

“Yeah,” you scoff in agreement, looking around at the tiled floor and other water resistant surfaces in the laundry room, “It’s a good thing everything is waterproof…” 

You mutter the last part, not expecting him to hear it, but he does. And he laughs loudly. You look at him, surprised at his reaction. 

“I was about to say the exact same thing,” he muses, opening up the dryer and grabbing something. He tosses you a pair of leggings, grabbing some sweatpants for himself. You watch him closely as he tugs off his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, throwing them into the washing machine and putting on the gray sweatpants in his hands. You follow suit, tearing your eyes away from his exposed hips. You’ve both seen each other bottomless more times than you can count, but he still watches, admiring your beauty as you pull the leggings he gave you up your statuesque legs. He has no idea you’re doing the exact same thing. 

As he gets the washing machine set up and throws in your clothes, he watches you closely. He takes note of how much more relaxed your body language is with him. You hop up, sitting on top of the dryer. In spite of your best efforts, your eyes keep flicking over to him. Leo watches you, the way you swing your feet a little, the pattern of your gaze floating around the room, and thinks it’s obvious that you like him. It’s obvious that you like him. It is obvious that you like him, right? His brow furrows in that way that it does whenever he starts to overthink something. You like him. Of course you like him. 

He finds himself speed running through the mental list of evidence for and against the fact that you don’t hate him and actually secretly enjoy being around him. Just from the way you look at him, all starry eyed and bashful - like how Nico looks at Will - you have to like him at least a little, right? You can’t possibly be faking stuff like that. The chances that you look at everyone like that are really low, but probably not zero. Which means logically, there’s a much greater probability that you really do like him. Because you must like him to let you do that stuff to you, to touch you like that, right? He’s not deluding himself, he can’t be. 

Before stating the obvious can deteriorate into debilitating self doubt in a matter of moments, before he can even try to justify it to absolutely no one, concocting up bizarre scenarios that could never happen just to prove a point, before he can really start spiraling, you scooch closer to him from your seat on the dryer. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to pull him back out of his head. It only takes a few seconds for his mind to race and spiral like that, but it takes even less time for you to stay next to him, steadying him, bringing him back down. 

Maybe he’s blind. Maybe he’s totally delusional when it comes to you, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he can’t see you clearly, if his perception of you is warped and distorted with what he sees in you, how he feels for you. He doesn’t care if he can’t be objective when it comes to you, because he likes you. He loves you. He wants more than anything to believe that something is there between you, so he’s going to. The ground feels steady with you, he doesn’t feel like he’s always about to trip over something like he does with Calypso. He’s been dreaming of falling in love for his whole life, of what it would be like, how it would feel. When he’s with you, he feels like he should be dreaming. But it’s real, and he’s awake. 

“Oh shit…” He looks up at you as you speak, snapping him out of his train of thought. He follows your gaze over to the floor by the washing machine. A small puddle of water is forming, leaking out of the bottom of the machine. Leo’s brow furrows, and his focus shifts onto the leak. It’s probably something simple; the drain hose got loose - or maybe punctured. There might be something wrong with the drain pump too. 

“Huh.” He muses, as his mind reels, running over what else could be causing the leak. He grabs his tool belt that always seems to be nearby, and turns off the machine. Your eyes follow his gaze and his hands as he works. He pulls out a few tools, and removes the back panel of the machine to get a better look at the guts. You watch him closely as he starts inspecting the inside, holding a flashlight in his mouth. A strange, intimate feeling builds as you listen to him talk to himself to figure out what’s wrong. You feel like you’re really getting an inside look into his world, getting to see inside his head. 

After a few minutes of him working and you dwelling on that feeling as you watch, he stands up and stretches before turning the machine back on. It starts rumbling, and you watch closely, looking for any more leaks. It runs for a minute or two with no more water going anywhere it shouldn’t, and Leo takes a step back, looking at you triumphantly. You raise your eyebrows, impressed. 

“Just needed a new tub to pump hose.” He states with a chuckle. Shrugging as you applaud lightly, congratulating him on fixing the problem so fast. You’ve never seen him really geek out like that over machinery like that before. You listen as he rambles a little bit about the make and model, the repair he did. You realize with surprise how turned on all of this is making you. Even though you just got your brains fucked out, got your guts rearranged by him, you can feel that desire building up again. You feel it beginning, heating up between your legs as he explains how tub to pump hoses work. You already need him again. 

It’s movie night again. Laughter and conversation mingle through the room as the end credits for the movie you just watched - this time for an action filled heist - fills the room. You made a point not to sit too close to Leo, but you still found yourself glancing at him throughout the entire time the different scenes flashed across the screens. You kept checking for his reactions, where he laughed, what he made commentary and jokes about. You couldn’t help yourself, you really were unaware of just how much you kept looking over at him. 

Once the movie’s over, everyone starts cleaning up and getting ready to go to bed. Leo folds up a bag of chips, clipping them closed, before reaching for the next one. 

“She’s leading you on, you know.” 

He sighs, recognizing the voice instantly as Calypso’s. He doesn’t look up at her, he really doesn’t have the strength to fight with her right now. He can’t talk to her when she’s like this. 

“She’s not leading me anywhere,” he retorts “we just-” 

“Are you really so naive that you can’t see what she’s doing?” She demands, and Leo waits for her to continue. “She’s trying to seduce you.” 

Leo turns away, biting back a laugh. Calypso thinks you’re trying to seduce him. She suspects that you’re interested in him, and has no idea that that’s barely the tip of the iceberg - among other tips. It’s reassuring, in a way, that she doesn’t know what’s been going on behind closed doors. At least you’ve been somewhat successful in keeping a low profile. 

“I can see the way she looks at you, she’s always watching you like some emo vulture, with that god awful eyeliner…” She huffs, gagging at the thought of you. She rolls her eyes in disgust before continuing. “Just don’t say I didn’t tell you so when she does swoop in and tries to make a move on you.”

She walks away from him, finally leaving him alone again. Leo bites his lip, really glad she’s gone, and even more glad she can’t see the look on his face. Or the laughter he’s fighting at how off base she is. When you eventually try to make a move on him, like he didn’t have you bent over and squirting for him a few hours ago. Leo chuckles as her footsteps recede down the hall. He has to admit, it’s a little funny how confidently off base she is about this, how much she’s underestimating you. 

You, leading him on… you’re not leading him on. You’re not leading him on, right? He bites his lip as those thoughts begin to spiral, trying his best to ignore them, to think about something else. He’s not going there, he can’t fall down an overthinking rabbit hole right now. Obviously you like him, he justifies. You seem… comfortable around him. At ease. You get each other, you have an understanding. He knows you can’t really hate everyone and everything, he’s seen it. He’s seen your gaze soften when things are nice and you think no one’s looking. He knows this. Despite his dogmatic belief that there’s more to you than what you want people to believe, Calypso’s words still fester somewhere dark and quiet in the back of his mind. 

“Hazel… c’mon.” Frank says softly, caressing her cheek with his big hand. “I know something’s been bothering you.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, turning away from him and straightening up the pictures and art prints hanging on the wall. 

“Nope.” She states, voice just a little too high pitched to be true. “Nothing’s bothering me.” 

She moves around the room, pushing in the dining room chairs and rearranging nicknacks, doing anything she can to stay busy and avoid looking at him. Frank knows her so well, he’s always so sweet to her and listens when she has problems, and she knows the second she looks in his eyes the jig is up. She can’t lie to anyone, but especially not to him. 

“Everything is just dandy.” She insists. “Everyone’s getting along fine, and no one asked anyone to keep any secrets for anyone, and even if they did, it’s fine, because everyone is getting along great with that person. So even if there were a secret - which there’s not - there’s not anything to worry about, because it’s all just… fine and dandy.” 

Through her rambling, Frank’s brow furrows, piecing together an idea of what’s got her so stressed. He turns his head, watching you through the doorway, wondering what secret you would need Hazel of all people to keep for you. If it’s something that’s got her this worked up, it can’t be anything good. He glares at you for a moment, feeling almost betrayed by the sense of comradery he’d felt towards you earlier. He turns back to Hazel, and walks up behind her. He wraps his arms around, holding her tight. She relaxes into his touch a little, but there’s still a sense of hesitation. He bends down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He murmurs, in a low, intimate voice that reminds her of just why she loves and trusts him so much. “Telling me doesn’t count.” 

She seriously considers spilling the beans, then finds herself thinking back to the conversation she’d had with Leo at the grocery store. He’s going to tell everyone tonight at dinner. If she can just hold on for that long, she’ll have kept her word and everything actually will be fine. She nods, resting her head on Frank’s chest. She just has to try to keep quiet until tonight. She continues repeating that to herself for the rest of the day. Leo’s going to tell everyone in just a few hours, and she won’t need to worry about keeping it a secret, and everything will be fine. They’ll all laugh at this years down the line when they’ve all gotten hitched and have big couples dinner parties together. She just has to hold out until tonight. 

You expect dinner to be painfully awkward like it was the first few nights, but to your surprise, it's actually kind of nice. Everyone is piled in the living room, laughing and talking, making easy conversation. It's the kind of chatter that makes you feel included, like you're a part of it, even when you're not saying much. Even Calypso, when she finds herself wandering in and out, has been on reasonably okay behavior so far. The food is delicious - of course it is, Leo made it - and you take another bite as Percy and Annabeth finish recounting a story from when Percy first came to camp. 

Everyone chuckles at how on brand that is for him, and there’s a comfortable lull in the conversation. For a moment, it’s quiet. During that quiet moment, Hazel sends Leo a look. She nods her head over at you, silently asking if he’s going to say something about what’s going on between you now. It seems like the perfect opportunity to her, and she can’t imagine having to hold onto this secret much longer. Leo’s eyes widen, flicking over to you, then where Calypso stands across the room by the doorway. He shakes his head. Absolutely not, not right now. 

Hazel sends him an inquisitive look; what do you mean no? I thought you were going to say something tonight? Leo shakes his head back subtly but definitively. No, not here, not now.

Distress is written all over Hazel’s face as she sets down her food, now too worried to eat anymore. She promised not to say anything because she thought she’d only have to keep it a secret until tonight. She can’t keep this quiet, she’s not good with secrets to begin with, especially one this huge. The conversation has picked back up by now - for the moment, at least - but she can’t bring herself to pay attention. She’s too worried about all this to think about anything else. 

“You okay?” Frank asks softly, following her gaze to Leo’s panicked one. She lets out a very small, nervous whine, and Frank knows the answer; she is not, in fact, okay. Not at all. Leo shakes his head at her, eyes widening in a silent plea not to say anything. She’s desperate not to, not to be the reason anyone knows something’s happening between you before you’re both ready to tell. But gods, the weight of this is crushing her. 

She feels horrible, filthy and disgusting for lying to her friends that are basically her family, and she knows she’s a ticking time bomb. She looks over at you as the conversation picks back up again, and sees the way you glance over at Leo. You look at him more softly than she’s seen you look at anyone or anything, and the dam breaks. 

“SHE AND LEO ARE MAKING WHOOPEE!” She blurts out, standing up suddenly and pointing over to you. 

A stunned silence falls over the room before it erupts into chaos. 

“I’m sorry,” Percy starts with a laugh, looking between you and Leo. You stare at Leo with wide eyes, and Leo pinches the bridge of his nose.  “They’re making what?” 

Jason immediately looks over at Piper, who’s calmly sipping her drink, and avoiding eye contact. He knows exactly what that means. 

“Wait- you knew?!” He demands in shock, and Piper lets out a breathy laugh. Of course she knew. It was completely obvious to her - granted, some of that might be because of the whole Aphrodite love thing, she’s always been able to tell who’s into who - but besides that, you weren’t always as subtle as you thought you were. 

“You didn’t?” Piper asks back. 

“NO!” Jason replies. Piper laughs, figuring it might not have been as obvious as she’d thought. Annabeth sets down her drink looking between you and Leo. Your stomach twists and you realize your sex life has now become dinner conversation. It’s something that’s never bothered you before now, you didn’t care what people said about you, but this time you’re nervous. You’re not sure why, but you find yourself jealous of Nico and his ability to disappear into the shadows.  

“I… I guess that makes sense.” Annabeth muses. 

“It does?” Percy demands as shocked chatter continues overlapping. It’s only been a few seconds since the bomb was dropped, and the room has been filled with nonstop reactions all happening at the same time. Leo stares at you, trying to get a read on how you’re feeling, if you’re okay, but you won’t meet his eye. 

“Wait,” Frank turns to Hazel, “is this what you were so worried about?” 

Hazel turns back to him, tears brimming in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I promised him I wouldn’t say anything, because he said he was going to say something,” she babbles, so relieved to finally get this off her chest, “but he didn’t, and I didn’t want to-” 

Hazel continues spilling her guts to Frank, who places a hand on her shoulder reassuringly while he listens, trying to follow what she’s saying. Nico doesn’t say anything. He just gives you a look, holding back a laugh, and you know he’s remembering when he caught you leaving Leo’s room covered in hickeys and barely able to walk. It’s no shock that he’s not surprised by the news. 

“You’re what?”

Leo’s head whips around as the volume in the room drops. Calypso stands in the doorway, looking shocked and disgusted. Those few seconds of silence seem to stretch on forever. Eventually, she sends you one of the nastiest glares you’ve ever received, and grabs Leo to drag him into the next room. Nico looks between the three of you as Calypso leaves with Leo. The room stays quiet. You can hear her yelling at him, and it’s absolutely brutal. The only time she stops is for periodic - much quieter - replies from Leo. 

You sit in silence as everybody listens to her blow up at Leo. You let out a slow breath, unable to believe this is happening, that everybody knows and is staring at you. This is exactly what you didn’t want, for everything to get messy. Nico looks around the room, watching everyone stare at you and send each other looks, trying to process the drama bomb that was just dropped. Nico looks at you a little closer. You look nervous. 

You might not have talked to each other that much, you’ve only properly interacted maybe twice, but you’re similar enough that he feels like he gets you to an extent. If he was in your position, he wouldn’t give a fuck if everyone found out he was hooking up with some random guy. What he would care about is everyone finding out he’s hooking up with someone he has feelings for. He’d care if he wanted to impress their friends, if he wanted it to last longer than just hooking up for a few nights at an Airbnb. He would get nervous. Really nervous. 

He stands up suddenly, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the room. You need to talk, he needs to confirm that he’s reading the situation right. Normally you’d protest - you wouldn’t want to leave Leo alone with that heinous shitlord screaming at him - but you know his friends are just in the next room. You know they’re close enough to listen to the very loud conversation, and you trust them to intervene if she gets out of line. You manage to send Jason and Piper a look to confirm this, and she gives you a reassuring look back. Jason probably would too, if he wasn’t still trying to wrap his mind around everything. You let out a small breath, knowing she won’t let anything happen to Leo. 

Nico drags you through the dining room, past Leo and Calypso, and you can hear what they’re talking about better now that you’re briefly in ear shot. 

“It’s not like that!” Leo insists, trying his best to pacify her. “We’re just… friends with benefits.” 

“I’m not your friend.” You state sharply on instinct, immediately reprimanding yourself for pushing him away at a time like this. Leo’s stomach drops, realizing that you heard him. The last thing he wants is for you to think he doesn’t care about you, that he only views you as a fling or a hookup, or that he doesn’t have any real feelings for you. He hates more than anything that everything he’s put into showing you he cares about you has been jeopardized because of none other than Calypso. 

Nico ushers you into the kitchen while Leo watches you disappear, your heavy boots clunking as Nico moves you quickly out of Leo’s sight. Leo’s gaze lingers on the door a moment too long before he turns back to Calypso. He just needs to do some more damage control so all this can blow over. 

“SHE’S TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOU!” Calypso yells, trying to get it into Leo’s head. “She’s manipulating you into thinking you have a chance with her, which… that’s fucking disgusting, first of all.” She continues on her tirade, berating Leo for being so naive that he can’t see through your bullshit. “I mean, are you really that stupid?! Are you so deluded that you can’t see what she’s doing, how she’s using you?!” 

Leo holds his breath for a second, desperately trying to collect himself. He tries to let it roll off his back, but he can’t deny that everything she’s saying is cutting him to the quick. He takes a measured breath before trying to explain that you’re just having some fun, that’s all. It’s almost impossible for him to get a word in as she continues raving about what an evil little snake you are. Part of him is glad for that, because he knows if he could really say what's on his mind, he’d have a lot to say about how she lost the right to act like this when she dumped him over iris message. He knows it would only add more fuel to the fire, so he shoves the thought away. He just needs to get her to calm the hell down. 

As soon as the kitchen door closes, Nico barely has to give you a look before you’re about to spill your guts to him. You’re fidgety and tense, not nearly as put together as you’d like to seem right now. 

“Tell me what the fuck is going on with you two.” He demands. He’s quiet until you finally respond. 

“I mean, you heard Hazel,” you sputter, “we’ve been hooking up.” 

He stays quiet. You keep talking. 

“I’ve hooked up with a lot of people, okay? This isn’t anything special.” You insist, “He’s… this is no different from anything else, or any other situation I’ve been in before.” 

Your mind starts replaying everyone who came before right here and right now, every time you walked away, every spectacular crash and burn. 

“Love isn’t sex.” You state, “I learned that the hard way. And I’m a child of Eros, which means obviously, I know about sex.” You let out a humorless laugh, “I’m only good at sex! I’m not the falling in love type! I don’t fall in love with anyone.” 

Nico doesn’t react. He waits for you to continue, and you do. You feel like you’re coming unraveled in front of him, and it’s a completely foreign feeling. 

“We’re just hooking up because I’m hot, and he’s hung like a goddamn horse, and he fucks me so good that I actually feel fulfilled for the first time in my fucking life! Okay?! Maybe I just like the way he kisses me, or when he looks me in the eyes like he believes I’m a good person, even though I push everyone away.” 

You pace around the kitchen, more emotionally raw than you can ever remember being. 

“But it doesn’t work on him!” You let out a weepy laugh, still wondering why he hasn’t left you yet, especially with all the trouble you’re causing him now. “Why doesn’t it work on him?! Why can’t I push him away…?” 

Your voice tapers off as you take a few ragged breaths, trying to collect yourself. Nico’s quiet again. After a few moments, he breaks the silence. 

“That doesn’t sound like just sex to me.” 

#light up the dark #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez smut #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus smut #AWOOGA AWOOGA #'I think you've got a little crush on me' SHUT THE FUCK UP #OH MY GOD HES GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME ISTG

[weekend-whip]

-20 asks for Fic Writers-

hey-lo!! I was tagged by @rainofthetwilight for a fun ask game!! Thank you!! ^-^)/

for tags, any fic writer that comes across this and feels compelled! You have my blessing! Go forth and rant about thy fics!!! Share your words with the world!! Give people new stuff to read!! Flaunt your beautiful achievements!!

. . .

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

19! And counting!

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?

...791,937 and counting *lies down* (at least most of it is just one fic? Ahaha? ha?)

3. What fandom(s) do you write for?

right now, just ninjago! I wrote for some other fandoms back in the day (with...equally ambitious endeavors) and I initially made my Ao3 account for Definitely Not Ninjago...but, here we are :d

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Born to Be a 21st Century Ninja: 1116

Thank You, For Giving Me Wings: 560

Way of the 21st Century Ninja: 546

Assorted Thoughts and Feelings: 201

Married to the Sea: 161 (which I'm sure will get beat-out by GNL here soon haha)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I TRY, REALLY, MOSTLY, AND USUALLY but sometimes I get too excited and things shift through the cracks (hence why I generally make it a habit to respond to stuff I missed before/around/after a big update! That way it's on my mind!)

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

i haven't written it yet I MEAN WHAT it's Married to the Sea. I'm not big on writing overly bad/sad/tragic endings yet

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Paper Plate Moon, the only fic without an existential crisis of some kind (just a slightly lovesick Kai with a smaller scope crisis) Orrr, A Little More Than Sixteen Candles, which is also about Kai! Except he cries. But it's a happy cry!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet

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

No

(...wait, there's 'kinds' of smut?!?! do i dare even ask)

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

Braaaaah I looooooooved crossovers when I was younger. My biggest story from my youth was a crossover. ...I won't be telling you what it is, though. It's part of my dark, mysterious past.

(I also don't count Legacyverse as a crossover, either. It's more of a...fusion! But. Y'know. The roots are there.....)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only once, and it was the aforementioned crazy crossover fic from above. They were dealt with very swiftly tho :3

12. What's the longest time you've spent working on a fic? And what's the shortest?

Longest that I've finished would be Born to Be; that took me technically almost two full years to write x-x

Shortest would be all the Aftershock oneshots I manage to speedrun in a few scant hours on holidays lmao

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I've triiiiiiiied a couple times in the past; only one attempt was successful though.

14. What's your all time favourite ship? From all the fandoms?

Destiny's Bounty! Man, I adore that ship so much.

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

THE MERMAID AU or the Jesse Fanseason or all the little prompt things from June '22 that still haunt me to this day or some of legacy!sidestories I should've done ages ago or-

16. What are your writing strengths?

*grabs some stuff from comments* I have strength in character development and providing emotional depth for scenes! *I* also think I write some kickass fight scenes, thank you.

17. What are your writing weaknessess?

BASIC GRAMMAR LMAO and probably using too many commas and ellipses but I am trying to ween myself off of it and incorporate shorter sentences. I always forget to vary up sentence length until the end waaaah

(I also miss typos a lot but I am of the camp that believes it keeps one humble~ *should probably just get a beta reader but hnnng*)

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

Intimidating

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...something video game related

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Born to Be just because of how darn big of an achievement it is! and I reread it a lot <3 <3 <3 <3

#tag games #fic tag #other relevant things to be tagged later

[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

Someone help me; I’ve got too many WIPs

Tagged by @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess to share my WIPs. I too do not have a WIPs folder bc google docs won’t let me sort like I wanna so their meme in their post is relatable.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I’m so sorry if this is long I can’t access desktop to insert a read more line :”)

Resident Evil WIPs

Shadows Within

Over the Mountain

Discarded Experiments

To be a Heisenberg (Whumptober Collection)

By Your Side

When Home Finds you

A Good Son

Untitled Document

(The) Infidel Heart

Love is a Sickness

Mother’s Special Child Sequel

Supernatural WIPs

The Rising Son

Chapter ???: Sorry (Can’t Save Me Now)

Chapter 10: Moral of the Story

Chapter 12: When the World’s at Stake

Of Witches and Men

Capital Offense

Sunday at the Theater with Dean

This House Don’t Feel Like Home

Grounded

RDR WIPs

In the Dark of the Night

A decision Made in Blood

Think of Me (Once in a While)

Falling Up

Hnnng

Untitled

Blurbs

Arrowverse WIPs

Unknown Draft ooooohhh spooky

Chapter 2: Safehouse

Chapter 1: This isn’t a Vaction

The Divorce Child

Troubled Souls

Survive the Night

Idea

Hold On (Just a Little Longer)

This Year’s Love (It Better Last)

Date Night

Sad Short Story

Unbroken (I Came, I Saw, I Failed)

Hear Me Now

Story Idea- Natural

Happier

Untitled Work

Cop Oneshot

Parentage

Oliver Identity Crisis Thing

Fallout 4

Danse Hancock fic

Untitled

MISC WIPs

Heaven Won’t Miss the Devil

Sunday Fanfic Idea(s)

Italy ain’t big enough for the both of us part 4

First Flight

I even dug through my phone’s notes for this so :) some of these drafts date back to 2017 which is fun.

Tagging @politecorvus , @daily-escuella , @thetragicboysclub , @suncaptor , @splat-dragon , @sentanixiv , @aen-lu , @danger-r-98-5 , @12timetraveler , @fangirl-ramblings , and @godangrily - I think y’all are some of my writer people lol. If y’all wanna do this and anyone of my other writer moots consider yourself tagged!!

Thanks Mish for the tag!

#tag game #resident evil #supernatural #arrowverse #umbrella academy #fallout 4 #mcu #WIPs

[separatist-apologist]

acotar men as star wars characters?

Okay I'm peeking at my inbox. If you sent me something fun/nice, just know not everyone did and I am avoiding it because it is a MESS. So I'm wading through right now, Star Wars always feels safe to me.

Instead of like, characters, what about like, what KIND of characters?

Starting off strong-

Rhysand- Utter Sith filth. I'm sorry to the Rhys stans out there but this man is SWIMMING in darkness. Also, and you can't tell me I'm wrong, but a fic where Dark Sith Rhys slowly corrupts light Jedi Feyre is immaculate, a god tier idea and if someone writes it, you better tag me in it

Cassian- Resistance General ride or die baby. Means justify the ends and definitely ground forces 100%. He's looking at the pilots with narrowed eyes, like, put a blaster in this mans hand (Or a vibro sword hnnng) and unleash him.

Azriel- Sorry babes. Stop thinking with your pussy. He's too comfortable with genocide if he's been personally wronged and for that, he's an Inquisitor. Yeah he started as a Jedi but Azriel is corruptible. The Jedi were weak, they FAILED him. They deserve to be hunted mercilessly through the galaxy and Azriel loves doing it. This man is also washed in blood and darkness.

Eris- Politician from a core world. Bathed in money, doesn't care about the outer rim or their problems. Definitely using his political office to further his own goals. Sides with whoever is in power, very adaptable.

Lucien- Resistance pilot. Brash, impulsive, and likes to cause problems, Lucien is the first to ask permission to blow something up. Also prefers a blaster, not much for hand to hand combat. Prefers range, distance, and a well fitting vest.

Feyre- Sweet bean Jedi slowly corrupted over time. Tired of war, of the endless fighting, of how nothing ever seems to be resolved. Personal tragedy x 1000. Leaves the order, breaking their heart. Find out later she's teamed up with Rhysand. Everyone is v nervous about it.

Nesta- THE resistance General. Badass x 100000. No one can tell her anything. BRAIDS ON BRAIDS ON BRAIDS. Immaculate without trying. Ice Queen but everyone respects the fuck out of her. Put Cassian on his knees and left him there without a look back. Isn't impressed with all these pretty flyboys.

Elain- politician but dedicated to her people. Fashion sense is ELITE, no one can touch her wardrobe. Knows the power of a careful turn of phrase, of one well timed word. Drafts legislation in her sleep, is very good at getting the support of those who should be her political nemesis. Occasionally likes to talk shit with Eris in the nosebleeds. What the fuck is Palpatine wearing today?

Tamlin- nerf herder. Is he scruffy? Yes. Is there sand in his boots? 100%. Is he free? Yes.

Emerie- Unshakable Jedi Master. Sits on the council with Yoda, eyebrow game unmatched. Always know when you've annoyed her. Hasn't taken an apprentice in years, everyone wants her attention. Cool white lightsaber.

Gwyn- Nightsister dedicated to her home. Keeper of their magick + the sacred knowledge of their people. Bathed in darkness because that's her home and not necessarily because she's evil. Dathomir just be like that. Pet spider, she can make anything sweet.

#when will someone write this fic for me? #stop making me do everything

[r0b0tb0y]

Ao3 wrapped odd numbers

ohohoho

How many words have you written this year?

Just under 44k. Not bad, all things considered.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Eleven ways Cobb Vanth thought he was going to die (and how he didn't actually die), for sure. Good prose and my favourite concept.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

the glory of it all was lost on me, the first Cassian/Brasso on ao3 and very sparingly tagged.

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Two sets of lyrics: The National and (my usual go-to) Queens of the Stone Age.

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Cassian/Brasso are fresh on my mind, and I hope we get lots more of them.

What work took you the longest to write?

Eleven Ways, but it was worth it.

What’s your longest work of the year?

Eleven Ways at 22k

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

Nothing current! January is usually when the multichaps strike me.

Your favorite character to write this year?

Cobb Vanth - I never tried his POV much because he's such a minor character. The freedom of barely any canon to abide to was great, and I could flesh him out a bit (with help from generic cowboys and specific Raylan Givens) to do some really interesting stuff that most Star Wars characters couldn't. Our perfect paper cowboy.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I want to do tons more Cassian/Brasso! I'm getting back into dincassian now that we have an Andor backstory, maybe something with droids

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

1000ish on the new fics. The Theory of Harmony did real well, as did all my earlier Cassian stuff.

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Bright-Elen betaed and lovingly workshopped a bunch of them!

Did you receive any gifts this year?

The Hungry Ghosts comic series (!!!) by @its-not-a-pen and Care and Feeding (vampire Cassian hnnng) by @bright-elen

What do you listen to while writing?

I had some interesting shanties and blues songs on a playlist for The Keeper. Someone pointed out Orville Peck's 'Kalahari Down' was great for Eleven Ways and I really loved it. Obviously The National for glory. I have a tailormade Cassian playlist full of grunge, and found some general desert rock for dead lifeboats in the sun.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

By morning, the Marshal of Mos Pelgo was gone. The town moved on.

I'd never tried something like this, where I let the characters walk away and stay in the setting. It was one of those lines that ached because it's so bittersweet. I'd never truly wrapped my head around the West as a bygone era, always-already ending, until writing this. That moment in The Searchers and Shane where the haggard gunslinger drifts away to the next frontier and we're left in the dark. I've done a few stories before about how the protagonist needs to let go of a dying love before he can commit himself to a new one (Hanging the Moon did this with Poe and Leia) and this time it was Tatooine as a place, which I'd never felt inspired to write much about until TBOBF. Writing Cobb as an inelegant weapon from a less civilised age really brought it home for me.

#ask memes #eleven ways #dead lifeboats in the sun #the glory of it all was lost on me #the keeper

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

KH 2 Playthrough pt2:

UGH nvm it’s not the scene. I have to fight Xigbar😔.

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Oh my gosh do I HATE fighting Xigbar. Just disappearing and stuff and like fricking shooting me. Gosh his finish move almost killed me, but thankfully I have the “At least 1 HP is left after a combo,” thing on bc if not I would’ve died.

I died once and I’m so glad I beat him the second time-

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THE SCENE!! IM AT THE SCENE😭😭.

Riku just leaving and Sora stopping him to say thanks….I bet it really hurt him-

AND THEN KAIRI REVEALING TO SORA THAT IT’S RIKU IN FRONT OF HIM!!

And then he falls to his knees and cries while holding Riku’s hand😭😭😭. Y’all I love this and I can’t wait to see Riku turn back into himself and be able to fight with him hnnng-

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Leveling up and stuff and I just remembered the “Final Form” exits for our drive gauge, and I finally got it because I don’t think I ever got it but I’m excited now :))). Gotta level this one up and master up too. I need those jumps so I can get all of my beloved puzzle pieces and beat the game-

I mainly got it by going to Olympus and doing the Cerberus cup (even if I already beat it)

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Leveled up my master form too and hehe I’m excited to beat the game again >:))).

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UGHH!! The card guy made me mad but I beat him on the first try >:)). But ALSO! I talked to Riku and he said,

“Humph. Not bad, Sora. You’ve grown stronger. You don’t need my weapon, Soul Eater, or the power of the dark yet.”

Jokes on him bc Sora already has some dark power within him

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Fighting Siax now and whenever he starts his little dusk attack, Riku grabs Kairi and covers her with him and they get pushed back. I bet they’re worried for Sora, but I found that moment between them so sweet🥺.

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The flashback of Riku looking at Roxas collapsed on the ground in TWTNW is showing after I beat Saix. I see Riku walk up to him and he has the keyblade up in his hand, position to be thrown down onto Roxas. Idk if it was truly meant to hit him, but we see Riku hesitate and throw it to the ground beside him. Ik its probably nothing but my mind was like

“Riku never truly wanted to hurt Roxas, but he wanted Sora to wake up, so he had to hurt him and use the darkness. But when it came to actually hurting him in this way, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. A part of Sora was in there and he couldn’t imagine hurting him anymore, and he didn’t want to hurt anyone any more.”

And then when it’s clear that he truly is Sora’s nobody, Riku gives into the dark just to wake sORA UP AAAAAH-

.

“I have accepted it.”

DiZ shows up and Riku puts his hood on to avoid his gaze😭. He didn’t want anyone to look at him while he was this way-

“DiZ, he told me he could feel Sora.” (Riku)

“Oh, he told you how he “felt”, did he?” (DiZ)

“Ridiculous. A nobody cannot feel anything. If he had met Sora, things might have been different.”

AND THEN THE FLASHBACK ENDS AND RIKU’S LIKE, “Maybe I didn’t need to fight him after all. I think he left the organization because…he really wanted to meet you.”

Y’all I’m emotional over everything related to Roxas and Sora😭.

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NOOO.

“I wish I could meet him, too.” (Sora)

HNNNG SORAAAA!!! The poor boy is going through so many emotions.

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“The path is open. Demand is waiting up ahead. He’s the leader of Organizatjon XIII. Try not to slow me down, Sora.”

You know he’s been WAITING to say that little dig, even if he truly would do anything to help Sora-

Like tag a lightsaber hit to the side to stop it from killing Sora😭.

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“All my research amounted to nothing, compared with that one boy’s heart.” (DiZ about Sora)

YES OUR ONE BOY IS VERY SPECIAL AND AMAZING😭💙.

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DiZ admitting his ignorance is so good hnnng. I’m lost on the lore, but I love it when people admit they’re wrong and I love him roasting Xemnas.

ALSO! When the thing explodes, Riku dashes to everyone else and holds them back to protect them. Especially Sora. Sora runs to try to go to DiZ to help him or do something, but Riku stops him and GOSH I LOVE RIKU!!!

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“And just who were you trying to fool? Huh? Huhhh?” (Sora to Riku)

“Myself.” (Riku)

Y’all I’m losing it😭😭😭. And the way Sora looks so sad immediately after that.

“C’mon, man! Why did you try to do so much on your own? You got friends…like us!” And everyone smiles to him and it’s all so sweet because Sora is reminding Riku of his friends and how he is cared for-

And then Riku replies, “Have you forgotten? I’ll tell you why. ‘Cause I’m not a total sap like you.”

He just had to make a joke and slightly ruin the sweet moment😂.

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Sora seeing the heartless problem and immediately going, “What do we do, Riku?”

He has someone else to rely on now, and doesn’t have to only think by himself and he’s getting someone else’s opinion and plan….I love our boy😭.

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Okay that’s enough for one post so✌️.

#me playing kingdom hearts #me playing games #gosh I just LOVE TWTNW (The World that Never Was) bc of all the sad content #it’s wholesome but sad at the same time.

[after-perfect]

Tagged by @natsuzora - thanks!

List 10 songs from shuffle, tag 10 people.

Maid on the Shore - The Once. Hnnng, I miss NL so much.

Any Day Now - Fiddler on the Roof soundtrack. Aww, Perchik.

How Firm a Foundation - Scottish Festival Singers. For someone who is profoundly atheist, I have a surprising amount of sacred music. Also, St. Denio is the only tune I will accept for How Firm a Foundation, and I will die on this hill.

Tanz der Vampire finale - Hamburg cast, I believe? Well, that's a bit of mood whiplash from the previous song. But also it fucking slaps.

Wild Mountain Thyme - Kenneth McKellar. OK, if you haven't heard Kenneth McKellar's voice, do yourself a favour and look him up. Especially if you like folk songs, which I very, very much do.

The Geek - Wir sind Helden. I'm weirdly attached to this song and also to WsH? It's catchy.

O Come All Ye Faithful - Choir of King's College, Cambridge. OK, two things about this one: 1) If my collection of choral hymns is bigger than most people who know me would expect, my collection of Christmas choral music is bordering on ludicrous. 2) I love this shirt kind of a lot. That right there is undoubtedly the secret chord that David (Willcocks) played and it pleased the Lord.

Ol' Man River - Paul Robeson. True story: Showboat was the first musical I ever saw on stage. I was 8, and I knew every word of every song.

English Folk Song Suite - I'm actually not sure who's playing/conducting the version that I have, but I can never listen to it without falling back in love with Vaughan Williams.

Personent Hodie - Utopia Chamber Choir. Of all the things that you'd expect might be mistaken for the beginning of a Queen song, Personent Hodie is possibly at the absolute bottom of the list, but listen to this and tell me you didn't for half a second think they were about to launch into We Will Rock You. Seriously.

I never know who to tag in these things. If you feel like doing it then tag - you're it.

#look i never said i have good musical taste ok? #in fact if you ask my music prof father i have abysmal taste #but at this point i just own it and like what i like #music #taggy things

[anothertina]

I did this back in 2019, so the art style might have changed a little bit (you may not notice it but I do) 

So yeah might as well share it, grown-up Manuel with his red paladin partner (because red&blue paladins being soulmates was impossible to resist)

#also galra/altean couples are imposible to resist as well #hnnng how do I tag this? #uhm #vld manuel #vld adaris #i'm still unsure about her name #vld next gen #vld #my art #yes manuel wears fingerless gloves

[notllorstel]

Are you doing a "Twisted Fates" comic? and if so, where would you plan to upload it? :000 PS: I LOVE YOUR ART !!! AND THE AU! -Chef's kiss-

Cheers~

I do want to make comics and stuff for it. 

but i make no promises.

but i want to.

If i do upload any comics for it, it’ll be on this blog and with the au’s tag

#asks #//glares at the current comic i have for it// #also the other 100 pages drafted #HNNNG WRITING #my biggest hurdle at the moment #might just post all of it how it is one day purhaps #good luck reading whatever my handwriting is on it #sofidraw #maybe also make a specific tag for the comics for the au #if i do #tf au qna

[ajaxsbeloved]

soft skin and strong arms🍦

order for: childe

flavor: smut/fluff

order summary: porn without plot because childe brainrot is yummy

warnings: no plot, overstimulation, slight choking, bondage (almost?), (consensual) unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, pet names (angel and princess), light biting kink, cockwarming, uhhh ear sensitivity ig?? idk if that even counts as a warning lmao

[he’s so fine oh my god i am so in love him the things i would not do to have sex with him]

“please childe-”

your head was spinning, you couldn’t feel anything below your legs anymore other than the pressure between them. it was too good, you felt weak with him so deep inside of you.

“slow,, dow-fuck hnnng”

he let out a small laugh and bit down a little on your shoulder, one arm moving from your thighs to your waist as he pulled you closer locking you against his chest.

“just one more round angel-ahh gonna fill you so good don’t let any of it go to waste”

you nodded in response, unable to properly form words. the only thing leaving your mouth was the call of his name and moans spilling out like a fountain.

you felt yourself cumming as he kept hitting that spot over and over again, seemingly it was the only spot he could hit as he thrust hard and deep in you. your legs were shaky and sore but he held you so steadily it made your head spin, suddenly his breath was on your ear and a wet sound filled your brain at his mouth on your skin and fuck you didn’t even have time to warn him-

yet again unexpectedly you heard something new in your ear, upon tightening around him as you came you heard the most angelic whimper of your life. you shivered at the warm breath in your ear and for a moment his grip on you faltered, you could practically feel the heat radiating from his face as he hung his head on your shoulder in a momentary pause.

“princess, fuck you can’t- you can’t squeeze like that god”

he started thrusting again and you whined at the overstimulation, just how much stamina could this man possibly have? your legs were feeling sore and you heaved heavy breaths as you clung onto your dear boyfriend for life, and just when you thought he wasn’t done you felt the other arm that was previously holding your leg up swiftly catch your neck as he forced your head up and added just enough pressure to make you see stars.

and well,,, you know,,, because of gravity you slammed down onto him with such force that you both let out the most satisfied moans you’ve ever let out and felt your insides flood with his cum. you feel his breathing calm down on your shoulder as he gives you light kisses and you swear you can feel the butterflies in your stomach having a frenzy.

“you know (y/n)” he places a wet kiss to your shoulder gently as he begins to speak again “we should fall asleep like this”

too exhausted to speak you hum a satisfied agreement, you feel his hand slip away from your neck and it finds its spot holding your waist from you other side as his arms both hold you up. you snake your one hand into his hair and play with it while your other holds onto him as though he’s a belt wrapped around you, and with that you quietly doze off in your boyfriends loving and very strong arms.

tags: @dilucsweetheart

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[jangosweat]

Squeeze

Pairing: Boba Fett x Female reader

Summary: Boba wants to feel something new.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, explicit content, kissing, light choking. (I had to ok?! I have been having thots esp with these trailers dropping hnnng so enjoy this drabble!)

Tagging: @batfamily14 @aurea-corde @beskarprincessjenny @kavecika @ahoeformando @onabouteverything @rosethornxs @latenightsthoughtsnstuff @deewithani @thisgirl-knm @vegethiagoddess @bobafetts-princess @meabravo @boltzbrain @theifofstars @metchachotto @blissful--moon @cobb-vanthss @himboba-fett @mysticalgalaxysalad @janghoefett

You shivered every time Boba Fett made that sound. A low rumble that would erupt like a volcano through his chest, embers of it seeking you out to pull you in. He kissed you again, lips never separating just slotted the other way when you tandemly moved your heads in a synchronized motion, cupping the back of his head with one hand while the other held him close by the feeling of separation from his blacks and cool beskar. 

He hummed again and you felt your body pulse and your sex, warm wet walls squeezing together. Kissing Boba like this always made your clit throb. He down right laughed when you told him.

You felt one of his gloved hands travel from your ass to the nape of your neck, rounding until he settled it at the column of your throat. He pulled away with a wet smack, your eyes glazed over and were barely even open when he spoke. How could they be after a kiss like that?

"What are you thinking about?"

"Whatever you're thinking about." You felt completely dizzy and if it weren't for him grounding you with his hand around your throat you would crumble like a deck of cards at his feet.

Boba Fett chuckled and shook his head with an all knowing smile that there was absolutely no way in the seven layers of hell that you were. "Oh I assure you princess, you certainly are not."

"I'm not?" you drowsily asked and finally opened your eyes. Glittering black pupils elevated your pulse, his lips shiny and wet with your heated yet slow exchange. Boba shook his head and guided you away from his warmth, sitting on the bed you shared. He patted his thick thighs before chucking off his gloves, they landed on the dusty floor without a second thought.

Oh how you loved to sit on his lap, either straddling the older man or with your legs draped over them. Strong and discipled, trained for battle and now for comfort. Sometimes your mind would wander as to how many other women had adorned his legs but you shoved that in a little box of DO NOT OPEN in the back of your mind because fuck it, you're the one here now. You're the princess who gets to bask in Boba Fett's spoils.

You knew this routine quite well and shimmied out of your pants and kicked off your shoes settling over Boba's lap with your arms around his neck, tickling the back of his skull with your fingers.

He looked up at you and pinched your chin. "Would you like to know what I'm thinking about, little one?"

"Yes please." Boba was a stickler for manners and you prided yourself on having them.

"Smart girl," he tapped the side of your temple, drawing his fingers down your cheek. "I'm thinking how good you look with my hands on your body, how soft you are in my hard lap," for impact he bounced you twice as you held onto his cowl with a giggle. He was indeed getting harder by the second, you could feel him getting warmer. "But what I'm truly thinking about is this."

The look of shock on your face as Boba took one of your hands away from his head and settled it at the front of his neck. Your hand small under his. 

"Go on princess, give it a squeeze." Boba had said that same phrase but never for you to grip his neck like that, usually it was another appendage that warranted that sort of service below his belt. "Go on."

You fixed your eyes on his then his mouth then to where you gently put some pressure, egged on by his huffs and puffs and finally your hips rocked when you saw him flutter his lashes and closed his eyes, his pouty mouth open and breathing slow trying to keep his cool.

You'd never seen anything like that look of newfound bliss on your mans' face before, a new level unlocked and you pressed a little more, his hands now digging into the bare flesh on your thighs over his own when it was your turn to hum in pleasure. Enjoying yourself a little more when you felt him swallow under your palm.

"That's it princess," he groaned and tilted his head back just enough for you to get lost in his opening eyes, fucked out without even being inside you. "Give Boba a real show."

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