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lizzaneia-elizalde · 2 months

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Darling nerd getting fed up with damons low scores that they try their best to not lose patience and try a different approach: creating a reward system.

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! fem! reader everyday tidbits: reward system

A bit nsfw, if not full on nsfw on this one. Context: This will be in a situationship era between the two of you.

MY INBOX IS NOW FREE HUHU (again, there are times that my inbox gets a bit fecky, and not receive requests. So if I didn't get to answer yours, I AM SO SORRY (╥﹏╥)) So, REQUESTS ARE OPEN BACK AGAIN, I will be a bit slow answering them tho... School and stuff.

You were getting frustrated from the lack of improvement in Damon's side. It was almost as if no new information is trickling in his brain, and those information will just become mush for him to ignore.

You looked at him, playing basketball with his teammates who dragged him onto the court after you yelled at him for the nth time for not knowing how to make a lesson plan despite demonstrating so much.

You were thinking of what to do. Sure, you could always continue to try and teach him with futile efforts. Or...

Damon's head whipped towards you, goofily grinning and blowing you a kiss.

"This shot is for you!" He yelled, before trying to shoot a basketball backwards. It somehow smoothly sunk on the net that made you nod and clap in admiration.

He gave another goofy grin and bounded towards you like a big puppy.

"See! I did all of that." He said, his tone light and happy. "So, what's my reward? A kiss on the cheek? A hug?"

And everything clicked.

"A reward system. Of course. How come I never thought of this before..." You muttered, placing your hand on your chin. "Okay..."

Damon tilted his head, not knowing what you're saying.

"Damon, i'll see you tomorrow... In my house. Okay?" You said, a bit out of breath from the easy solution you thought. "I need to go for now. Bye!"

You ran away, making Damon try to reach out to you, a small frown on his face. He looked like he was just abandoned by his owner.

By tomorrow, Damon shocked, sat down on the floor as you were gingerly sitting on his lap.

He swallowed a big gulp, his body fidgeting as he tried to ignore your scent. Your body was literally touching his, every single braincell firing up in his brain, his nerves on high alert. Your thighs on his, your buttocks, your back... It was all too much.

"So, when you make objectives, you need to make sure that..."

What were you even talking about? All he could think was how your back pressed on his chest. On how easy it is to manhandle you to the ground and fuc...

Okay, he needs to consentrate.

BUT HOW CAN HE THOUGH?

He placed a shaky palm on his mouth, preventing him from wanting to bite your neck. It was so close to his lips. Just one lean and...

"Are you paying attention?" You asked him, a bit annoyed.

"Y-yeah... I am..." He already knew these stuff, so this was so unnecessary. But god did it open to opportunities.

Then he felt it.

A twitch.

'No no no no don't do this...' He whispered in his head, his cock wanting to harden. 'Not now!'

But it didn't listen.

You felt a proding sensation below you, and you froze. You know what that meant, and you know what you did.

"... When it comes to objectives..." Your voice noticeably got a bit huskier as you whispered, slowly moving your hips back and forth, making Damon groan. "You need to hit three objective types. What are those?"

"Ah..." Damon gulped, his fingers digging onto your hips. "Cognitive..."

"Mhmm... And what does cognitive hit?"

"Knowledge... Brain, whatever when it comes to... book smart intelligence..." He gave out a shaky sigh as you continued to grind.

"Good. Next is?"

"Affective... Hah..." Damon bit his lip to stop the drool from leaking his lips. His cock twitched from the pleasure, as he buried his face on your shoulder. You could feel how hot he is.

"And what does affective imply?"

You felt yourself getting aroused too, and you shivered from how Damon is reacting to your teases.

He was now speechless, only focusing on the pleasure as he mindlessly thrusted, grinding on your clothed honeypot that made you buckle too.

But you need to be relentless.

"Come on now, if you can answer, there will be a reward..." you whispered, prodding him to continue.

His body froze when you said reward, before his brain went rapid fire once more from being mush.

"Affective focuses on having children or students apply the lesson they learnt in real life. Then the last one, psychomotor, requires students to actively move and create."

Panting, he looked at you hazily, his eyes deep and muddled with arousal.

"Now, my reward?"

And that's how you found yourself, bent over your coffee table, your lips spilling drool all over the surface as Damon pounds into your tight channel. His fingers, digging onto your mouth as you whimpered and whined underneath him.

"Shh... Shh... Don't be too loud, babe..." He whispered, his throat giving an audible gulp as he sweated. His length buried deep inside you and brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly, making you jolt. "Your parents... They'll hear us..."

Footfalls can be heard outside, but none of them lingered. So Damon continued to thrust in and out of you, begging for sweet release like an animal that he is.

Maybe a reward system is too effective.

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victoria-grimesss · 3 months

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Hello! I was reading what you are okay with to write and I noticed that included angst and self harm? I know that's a heavy topic, but if you're still okay with that, could I request Gale and Astarion finding out their fem Tav (separate please) has self harm scars? I have my own and this game is currently my comfort. Thank you

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->Pairing: Gale x Fem!Tav, Astarion x Fem!Tav ->Warning: Trigger Warning for talk of self harm/suicidal thoughts. Please do not read if you are not comfortable with these topics. And if you ever are going through anything please reach out to someone, you matter and are loved :) My inbox is always open. ->A/N: Some game spoilers. I wanted to use both character's stories to really connect them to Tav. I hope this is something like you wanted!!

->Astarion:

He had been troubled since opening up to you about Cazador. You never did mention the scars on his back after your first night together but he saw your lingering stare. He wondered what you thought. He never really cared about what others thought about him until you. Others were always just pawns to be played, what could he gain from them? How could he get them back to Cazador easily? But you ruined his whole plan, he didn't like how mushy he felt around you. How his walls were coming down and he didn't know how to handle it. So he turned his back on you, becoming shorter and more distant. Trying to build the wall between you two back up.

Everyone was asleep by the time you had wrapped up your night and approached his tent. He was staring at the symbol on the ground, the marks on his back you had so kindly drawn into the dirt. The scowl on his face was evident.

"It's repulsive, isn't it?"

You cross your arms, sympathy blooming in your chest.

"I find no part of you repulsive Astarion. This being one of them."

You point to the ground. He scoffs, his eyes rolling before he huffs and sits before the marking.

"May I sit with you for a while?"

"I suppose."

You join him on the rug adorned right outside his tent, it's a tense silence. You're not quite sure what to say. Of how to approach this.

"We'll figure out what it means, I promise." You place a hand over his in a way to comfort him. He pulls back, if eyes could burn that dirt would be lit-aflame by now.

"And what good will figuring it out mean?! It will still be there, a reminder of all the torment and years Cazador had-has a hold on me.”

“Maybe it can give you some closure, we’ll figure out what it means and we’ll take down Cazador together.”

He laughs a bit, standing and looking down at you. “I do admire your ambition darling but I don’t think you know what you’re up against. And gods even if we did kill the bastard what then? It will still be there. Taunting me, reminding me of what those 200 years held.”

You chew your lip, somehow comforting people was the hardest battle you’ve encountered.

“Your scars are a reminder of how strong you are, of what you’ve gone through and survived. They don’t define you.”

By now he’s grown frustrated, trying to maintain his suave composure and demeanor.

“Right. And what would you know about scars hm? Did you have them forcibly carved upon you while all you could do was sit there and bear it?”

“I do.”

“Oh”

He’s surprised, he certainly didn’t mean to taunt you with those words, all those times he fed on you he never saw any scars. But to be fair you were quite elusive with exposing yourself.

You clear your thoughts and urge him to sit beside you again.

“I may not understand scars being forced upon me, but I inflicted them upon myself.”

Your eyes move to your sleeve where you roll it up, your scars being shown to him, your past on full display.

“Darling, I-”

“It is fine Astarion. These scars are just a part of me. Within the darkest part of my life, I carved them, hoping they could take my pain away. But I look at them now and I see a stronger version of myself. I lived through this dark time and it shows I am stronger than my haunted past. I want you to find your strength in yours. You are more than your past. I fell in love with the man before me for who he truly is.”

“Gods you truly do speak like those romance tomes don’t you.” He speaks through a sniffle that’s masked with a laugh.

“Well, this has turned into quite the sappy night.”

He laughs but his eyes are watery, as are yours.

"Plenty of adventuring to be done tomorrow, lets go to sleep yea?"

"Yea, lets. My sweet."

->Gale:

What a kind man.

He was always so honest and caring towards you.

It had been a long day, grueling and never-ending. Your thoughts just yearning for any kind of rest. You slowly make your way over to Gales's tent, he's propped up on some pillows inside reading as usual, candle-light flickering, painting the walls of the tent with shadows. His eyes light up seeing you there.

"Hello, my love what a pleasure seeing you tonight."

You smile and he pats the spot next to him, you oblige and lay next to him, his tent smells of old books and tea leaves. It's instantly soothing, you study him in the low light. How the veins from the orb move and weave around his chest, lightly dancing around his cheekbone.

"I can feel you staring." He looks at you from the side of his eyes, a smirk just barely there. You hum lightly,

"Just admiring you." He traces your eyes back to the orb, then refocuses on the book.

"Does it bother you, it being there forever?" You ask quietly.

He closes the book and sits up more, full focus on you.

"I mean, seeing how the route I plan to take will keep it there forever I have.. made my peace with it. Although your generosity with those magical items certainly makes it easier. I do owe you that much. Why do you ask darling?"

You grow quiet, nerves playing with you.

"I just, sometimes I wonder if I will grow comfortable with mine as you are with yours."

He seems to understand the gravity of your words.

"Oh Y/N."

He grasps your hand before placing a kiss on the back of it,

"I may not be able to make you comfortable with yourself or your scars but I assure you, you are everything one could want and more. I assure you I see the most beautiful woman in front of me and nothing in your past or present could ever change that."

Your free hand comes to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to the other one.

"Promise?"

"My lady, you have my word."

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splitster · 5 months

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answering asks? more likely than you think

i have a feeling it wouldn't go too well... although, to an outsider, a mamuta smacking pom because she's a threat to the flowers would look the exact same as a mamuta smacking pom because its trying to bury her so she can grow, so i don't think any of the other officers would see anything suspect about the interaction

↓ more under the cut!! ↓

HELL YEAHHHHH absolutely I will always draw more Pingo! if you ever have pingo suggestions/requests/questions, my inbox is always open💖

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! WAHHH i do my best when it comes to characterizations... I try to make them all unique and interesting lol

heh... the Dingo enjoyer pipeline... heh....

THIS is a really good question. at the beginning, she doesn't necessarily resent who she is -- she just subconsciously wants for a place to belong, and for people to fit in amongst. she absolutely recognizes she's different but she doesn't fault herself for that, she just focuses on trying to fit in

now, as time passes and she comes to understand people more, her stance might change -- especially if she manages to spend time with people she cares about and makes friends, but ends up getting ousted or otherwise ostracized. at that point, she might idly wish she was someone else.

for the most part though being a wraith is something she doesn't dwell on, it's just a part of her that she accepts without thinking.

this is wonderful news. spread the Dick "Dingo" Ringo truth.

AHH THANK YOU!!! i am continuously floored by the support i receive for both the pom wraith AU and for pingo... i'm very touched that so many people have enjoyed my silly AU, and i'm happy that people like the silly pairing that ended up spawning from it 💖

AUUUGHH this is the pain of answering asks super late... anon if you see this i hope you enjoyed the pom x collin x dingo pics i posted a while back. i will most likely make more in the future too because i think they're cute

collin is the only normal rescue corps officer. he's SOOO normal in comparison so unfortunately it falls to him to be the voice of reason more times than not

YOURE SO RIGHT. it's hard when your coworker is an alien species you know literally nothing about... pom will be fine, she can heal pretty big cracks in her core as long as she stays fed and rests💖

AHHH THANK YOU!! (im assuming you mean collin) i think hes very neat. im picking him up and squeezing him like a stress toy

AUUGHH THANK YOU!! WAH....💖

THANK YALL FOR ALL THE ASKS!!! i try to read each and every one (even if i can't respond to all of them), and i really appreciate all the support and the interesting questions and prompts!! it means the world to me that so many people wanna engage with the stuff i make💖💖

i will continue getting through asks... slowly...

#pom wraith au #modask #modpost #modart #i also want to draw more quick stuff for the asks i get so expect a little art in these ask masterposts from now on #added the readmore again because it doesn't shorten the post on my blog💔

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myneurospicyspirit · 4 months

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What Exactly Is Intention?

Disclaimer: I’m not sure how neurodivergent friendly this post is. I tried my best, but intention is (in my opinion) difficult to explain. I’m working on another post that I hope will be more “tangible” than this one, which might be better for people who struggle with more conceptual thinking. I do still recommend reading this post to see what you can get out of it AND giving feedback helps me understand how I can explain things better! As always, my inbox is open for those who have questions and I will do my best to help!

Introduction

"Shifting is all about intention." You hear the phrase again for the thousandth time in your journey.

"Well, what exactly is intention?" You ask.

Nobody seems to have a good answer to this question. They put together a bunch of words that are confusing and sometimes conflicting. I can't promise my explanation will be any better, BUT I'm going to try; my intention is to explain intention better!

Oxford Languages defines intention (noun) as "a thing intended; an aim or plan."

Essentially, intention is the thought or idea of doing something. Thought and idea are the keywords here. Intention alone is a thought/idea; it does not guarantee an understanding of the thought/idea or taking action on the thought/idea.

You can have the intention to clean your room, but you still might not do it. You can eat your favorite food with the intention of it making you happy (and there's a good chance it will), but that doesn't automatically mean it will. You can set your intentions to shift. This doesn't mean that you will shift.

My neurodivergent self got fed up with this fast. My whole life, I have tried to have good intentions, but whether or not the results were good was a wildcard. I intend to help someone by sharing a similar experience, and I'm told that I only think about myself: good intention -> negative result. I mask to survive, then I burn out: good intention -> negative result. I intend to clean, and I never do: intention -> no results.

Thus, my base point: just having intention does not always result in things going as planned or getting the intended result.

(Note that this also applies to assumption… but that’s a post for a different time.)

Understanding Intention

Now let's see if I can re-frame an understanding of intention, because the truth is that intention is important and powerful. The problem is that people lack an understanding of intention!

Intention, as I mentioned before, is an aim or a plan. It is the thought/idea of a goal or the thought/idea of doing something. On its own, intention has little meaning (when it comes to things like shifting). This (I think) is where most people struggle with intention; they have intention but because their intention is just a thought/idea, it does not mean much. Intention must be given meaning through another thought/idea, acting on the thought/idea, or describing the thought/idea.

This can be further understood by remembering that the word “intention” is a noun. Nouns can be described by adjectives and given action by verbs. For example, “reality” is a noun that shifters use to indicate different places in the multiverse. By adding the word “desired,” an adjective, in front, the word reality is given deeper meaning; “desired reality” is a place that is wanted. The phrase “I am shifting” gives action to the noun “I.” “I am…” what are you doing? “Shifting”!!! The verb “shifting” gives the noun “I” something to do, thus giving it more meaning.

(Note: this next paragraph may be very confusing as it is about intention as a concept - an abstract idea. You do not have to read it in order to understand the rest of the post. Feel free to skip it if you don't think it will help you!)

Another understanding of intention comes from the understanding that intention is a concept - an abstract and generalized idea. For example, a “chair” can be understood as an object that is made to seat a singular person. It doesn't matter the material, color, size, etc. as long as “chair” remains as a concept. But if you wanted to picture a chair in your head, you'd have to consider much more: what material is it made of? Does it have a back rest? Arm rests? Is it tall or short? All of these extra features give the chair a further meaning and purpose. A beach chair is much different in form and function than an office chair which is different from a bean bag chair. The concept of intention is the same as the concept of a chair; it is simply an idea until you make it something more.

Intention does not have any inherent meaning or purpose on its own. You have to give intention meaning. Only when intention means something does it have power.

Giving Intention Meaning

Once you HAVE intention, you can give it meaning by describing it, acting upon it, and having a true understanding of your intention. The way to do this is by understanding what it means to be intent, intentional, and doing things intentionally.

To understand how to describe intention through intent, let’s first look at definitions. Oxford Languages defines the adjective of intent in 2 different ways. The first is most fitting: Resolved or determined to do (something). Attentively occupied with. So have intent intentions; be determined and feel determined about your intentions - be determined in your aim or plan. Feel your intention.

Be intentional in your intention. From Oxford Languages, “intentional” is an adjective meaning “done of purpose; deliberate.” This is another way to describe intention - by making them purposeful. When you think about your intention, understand every word that you are saying, what that idea really means, why you are thinking about it, etc.

Intentional also relates to the adverb “Intentionally,” defined by Oxford Languages as "deliberately; on purpose." Intentionally set your intentions by deliberately setting intentions; when you aim or plan, do it on purpose and with purpose.

Apply intent, being intentional, and doing things intentionally when you set intentions. These are the things that give your intention further meaning - they make your intention stronger!

A Short Example

Let's say you're wanting to shift tonight. You tell yourself “My intention is to shift tonight” and/or “I intend to shift tonight”. Thus, you plan to shift tonight/ you are aiming to shift tonight. Say your intention, write them down, or think it deliberately, keeping in mind what those words mean; be intentional in your intention. Add some more to that intention by stirring up determination; have your mind set on your intention. This is adding intent. When you go to do your method, do each step with the purpose of helping you shift - do your method Intentionally. If you don't do a method, Intentionally follow through with your intention to shift.

Conclusion/Summary

Intention is just an idea, and it is pointless until YOU give it some kind of meaning.

You can give intention meaning through determination in your aim or plan. This is being intent on your intention.

You can give intention meaning by being deliberate in your intention. This is being intentional in your intention.

Your intention will be stronger if it has deeper meaning, understanding, and purpose.

#reality shifting #shifting advice #shifting #reality shift #shifting consciousness #shifting realities #reality shifter

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mintytealfox · 10 days

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Hi....

I love your art and when I saw one of your Au (are those au) about an anime with shadows, I would like to ask a question or two (or three...)

Do you take requests? Because I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to ask and I'm just curious.

You can ignore this if you want.

But di you know the anime, Soul Eater?

If Alice, Norton, Melly, Orpheus, and Frederick (or any other characters of your liking) are placed in this universe, who are partners, and who is the miester and the weapon?

Thank you for reading, and as I said you can ignore this and I hope you have a nice day.😊

I wanted to draw something for this so gosh darn BAD but I want to ANSWER THIS ALREADY LOL I cannot wait for myself to catch up PFF (this is the same for so many asks in my inbox and I am just gonna start answering them ALL cause I am taking too long for myself to wait any LONGER PFF)

I DO TAKE REQUESTS lol but not so much right now orz I'm still getting used to this crazy job, the learning curve is like climbing mount Everest I cannot BELIEVE 😵‍💫 Once I regain that good good work life balance I will start doing requests again~

but I plan on drawing this at some POINT 👀 Cause this DOPE AS HECK

SOUL EATER MAAAANNNNNNNNNNN BLAST FROM THE PAST RIGHT HERE 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 (hopefully I am not 'carbon dating' myself by saying this pfff)

BUT LETS START THIS THING WITH NORTON: I think Norton would be a weapon and be absolutely fed up with it and desire to go his own way and be free. Like, he just gets used and tossed to the next person to work with, and that just repeating over and over and over and hating each and every person who has wielded him. There comes the point that he starts killing those who are wielding him wrong/mistreating him. So he gets black listed and hidden away deep in the mines (since he is a wild looking fool's gold-ie like pick axe) until Orpheus pulls him out of the depths~

So Orpheus would make a deal with Norton that if he works with him this one last time then he will help Norton go off and find freedom. So Norton agrees cause anything is better than being stuck in the dark mines.

Its with his partnership with Orpheus that he meets Melly and Frederick. I see Frederick as the wielder and Melly as the weapon cause of Frederick's talent with a gun and the fact that Norton will only listen to another weapon. So, for Melly to successfully persuade Norton she needs to be a weapon lol

But I can see Melly letting Alice wield her in an effort to protect Alice from Orpheus and Norton (but I dunno where Frederick went. hmmmm, retired? lol)

But one thing leads to another and Alice then has to wield Norton because he tells her to so they can go against Orpheus and his twisted nightmare weapon that shares his consciousness (I am breaking the anime lore with this one probably LOL) and she is like "uuuhhh????????"

Anyways that is the short rough draft of my thoughts on this LOL I have been P O N D E R I N G about it HA

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #ONE DAY I WILL DRAW THIS ONE DAAAYYYY #I don't ignore asks I just take a L O N G TIME sometimes lol #and answer hella out of order LOL #norton campbell #alice deross #melly plinius #frederick kreiburg #identity v orpheus #idv prospector #identity v #idv #idv journalist #nortalice #idv composer #idv entomologist #idv novelist

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netherworldpost · 2 months

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To give you a nicer message in your inbox:

Thank you for posting about all of the things that you do! Your enthusiasm is infectious! I can't think of another blog that could both

A) inspire me to work on little personal zine projects as part of my burnout recovery

and

B) inspire me to research and open a high interest savings account instead of being tepidly satisfied with the interest rates on the timed CD at my credit union

You have the range!

And I am eternally delighted that you share so many pieces of your joy with the world!

Ah you are very kind :) You needn't worry about ol' atty, I remain unphased by tantrums.

I have a big, flowery, open personality that is unfortunately seen as a vulnerability by the emotionally unavailable.

Unfortunately for them, I have both a block button and a big, flowery, open personality not rooted in seeking resolution with those whom disapprove of me.

Onwards!

A) This is very exciting! I hope your zine project helps tremendously. The low cost of entry (both in terms of financial price as well as structural making a zine) make them amazing things.

Start small as can be, scale up literally as big and vivid as you want. I hope you have a magnificent time.

Expand, grow, shrink, cut up, redo.

Go go go!

B) Fantastic re: high yield savings!!

CDs can be great, the increase of interest rate adds up, and if you're not going to use the money for something else (and have buffers in place), it's a great way to take advantage of the increase in funds.

In a very deeply underlined "this is not financial advice" sort of way, the main advantage (in my opinion, not advice, again stated) you can pull from them is watching the interest rate in the coming year or so.

The highest rate I can quickly find is 5.4% with a minimum of $1000, so we'll use that as a base.

5.4% after 12 months on $1000 is $1054 (+$54)

Let's say you lock that in tomorrow.

Some folks are trying to tell the feds "hey your interest rate... it's too high."

For the sake of discussion not a prediction in any way, shape, or form say the feds agree and lower the interest rate, by 0.25%, twice

CD rates in this extremely linear simplified absolutely goddamn hypothetical example reduce by 0.25% and then 0.25% again -- for new customers, but not you, because your rate is locked.

5.4% - 0.25% - 0.25 = 4.9% on new customers, not you, you're locked in, on $1000 is $1049 after their CD matures.

You made $5 more than them because you locked in your rate in a higher interest rate environment.

Conversely if the interest rate goes up, you don't get the new premium, because you're locked in. Thems the risks. I have no idea what the feds are going to do -- and neither does anyone else, including the feds better data is available.

My main vigilance on CDs is the increased return is... very small.

5.4% interest rate on a 12 month CD, $1000 base: $54 return.

4.4% interest rate on 12 months in a savings account, $1000 base: $44 return. (This can probably be beaten but it's good for easy math)

A $10/year difference... or $0.8333... ($10/12) per month.

You acquire an additional $0.83 - $0.84, per month, per $1000, by locking up your funds for a year.

Is this a good deal?

As always, depends entirely on your situation now and how likely it is to change in the timeframe (this example: 1 year) discussed.

I'm not anti any financial product, unless it takes advantage of someone. I am very "understand risk/reward and assess to your financial situation. Maximize your return, minimize your risk."

On both art, and money, I refuse to tolerate bullies who gate keep knowledge because it makes it easier to be a predator or to be a snob.

They are both complex subjects with deeply rooted moving parts and I'll never attempt to undercut the work needed to take the most advantage possible of either.

And.

A very basic, general, elementary understanding of either covers somewhere between 90 - 95% of the entire landscape.

I firmly believe that the more accessible knowledge of art and finances are, the more common benefit can be found.

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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Hi I’m so sorry if your not excepting asks right now but I was just wondering how your monster Au would react to a Mc (she/her pronouns) who seems really maternal and always try’s to make sure her friends (or just anyone) id happy and well fed, but really it’s because that’s how her mother was and sense passing away that the only way she thinks they can be close again. Plus Mc not really giving herself time to greave sense coming to NRC, and from time to time breaking down silently as to try to not mimic any hurt noises. (I’m sorry if this seems strange my mother passed away recently and your Au has really made me smile, so thank you.)

I am so sorry for your loss, hun. I can’t even begin to imagine what you must be going through…

Losing someone you’re close to is never an easy thing to experience. Everyone processes their grief differently and for different lengths of time…and that’s okay. No one can tell you how long you’re supposed to grieve or tell you to get over it. You are allowed to feel the emotions you’re feeling and you are allowed to cry.

I wish I knew what more I could say at this point, and I'm sorry that this took a little bit longer for me to answer but...I wanted to do my best with it and I hope it brings you some comfort.

My inbox is always open for asks, so unless I make an announcement stating otherwise it's okay to send asks and I will do my best to answer them as quick as I can. Please enjoy, and I hope things are getting easier for you 💝

WARNING: Death mentioned, but mostly hurt/comfort.

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It all started with Grim.

From the day they became dorm mates it was hard for the others to not notice how Yuu doted on the smaller monster, comforting him when things got bad or he got messy or hurt. One researcher who observed this behavior theorized that Grim had activated some form of maternal instinct in Yuu, seeing the little chimera as “her own cub” as they put it. This seemed to prove true when Cheka appeared, her voice just as soft and warm when she spoke to the young prince.

Until the others began to notice how this behavior extended to them.

“Are you okay?” / “Here, I made your favorite!” / “Have you been getting enough sleep?” / “Hang on, let me get my med kit!” / “Do you need any help?”

By now everyone–student, staff, and even the researchers themselves–have heard one or more of these phrases over the past two weeks. Yuu did her best to check on everyone, focusing on anyone who seemed most in need of attention or care. Some were a little unsure of how to react to this, though for others it felt…nice to experience positive reinforcement and affection with no ulterior motive. Even those who tried to hide how they were feeling she’d somehow know and gently coax them into talking, comforting and reassuring them as best she could. It seemed as though she were a blessing sent by the Great Seven themselves!

…only, they could sense something was wrong. No one could place what it was, only that it left an instinctive urge to comfort her.

“Maybe she’s sick?” one student suggested.

“No way, she’s fine! She can’t get sick…right?”

“I dunno, man…maybe humans hide their sickness like we do?”

“Did you see what happened in Professor Trein’s class? That cat of his jumped into her lap and refused to leave her alone even when class was over!”

“No way! Really?!”

Crowley hummed with a frown as he listened to the gossiping students. It seemed even they were picking up on the same sense of unease as the staff, though it was clear they couldn’t make out what it was. He turned towards the library, recalling how Grim and the first years passing by had mentioned Yuu staying behind to finish a report. By the time he’d arrived though, he saw no sign of her anywhere.

Wondering if he had just missed her, he was about to head out and check Ramshackle…until he heard it: the unmistakable sound of quiet whimpers and sniffles. Following the sound to the source, he peered around a bookshelf and called out, “Yuu?”

The human jumped in response, her hand quickly scrubbing at her eyes–but not fast enough to stop him from seeing the tears. “O-Oh, headmaster!” she said, a pleasant smile on her face. “Did you need me for something?”

He frowned and ventured closer. “I heard from Spade and Trappola that you were in the library,” he started carefully. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m fine, sir, really! I’ve just been on my feet all day and needed to sit down, that’s all.”

Ah…was this another habit she’d picked up from some of the students? Or…was this something she truly didn’t want anyone to know? Legs bending so he was ‘kneeling’ in front of her, he looked her in the eye and said, “You do not need to hide, Yuu. As headmaster of this school, it is my duty to ensure my students get the care they need…that includes you as well. I cannot help if I do not know what is wrong. So I ask you again: are you alright?”

Her smile faltered, and for a moment it looked like she was trying to think of something to say…before looking away in defeat, her expression distant. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for?”

“...for not being strong enough for everyone…when things are supposed to be okay here…”

Tilting his head, he said, “If that were true, you would not be hiding in the library as you are.” She said nothing, but he could see her clutching her arms a little tighter. “What you’re feeling…what you are experiencing…it goes beyond simply missing your world, doesn’t it? You are hurting from a wound that’s not physical…aren’t you?”

There it was. Her expression grew taut, shutting her eyes tight yet tears beginning to fall. Then, in a quiet voice that shook with emotion, she said, “Yes…I…back home…before I came here…my…my mom…she passed away…”

“Oh…oh dear. How did it happen?”

Slowly but surely she told him: about how warm and kind her mother was, how she always took care of everyone as best she could, and how much she loved her family. All throughout it Crowley listened patiently, allowing her to speak and moving close enough to sit beside her with a wing draped comfortingly over her shoulders when she broke down into sobs on explaining what happened to her mother. He waited patiently for her to compose herself enough to continue speaking.

He said nothing when she explained that–by taking care of everyone the way her mother would have–she could still feel close to her in some way. On hearing that the funeral was supposed to happen the day after Yuu arrived, however, his wings pulled her closer until he was hugging her close.

“I…I never got to say goodbye,” she stammered, tears flowing freely now and voice cracking with emotion. “I miss her so much…”

“Shh…it’s okay, little one. It’s okay,” he whispered, his wings shielding her from view as he consoled her. After a moment, he finally said, “Losing a loved one is never going to be an easy experience no matter your age…or your species.” Looking down, he asked, “You haven’t allowed yourself a chance to even grieve properly since arriving, have you?”

“I…I can’t…if I do…”

“It would mean accepting the truth?” he finished, to which she nodded and clutched at his vest. “...it seems as though humans and monsters grieve similarly. While I am not very…skilled with handling emotions like this, I can tell you that it is okay to grieve for as long as you need. You may be human, but you do not have to deal with this alone. The staff and I…the students…we will be here for you.” Gently running his talons through her hair, he thought for a moment before he said, “It won’t be the same…but if you wish, we may hold a service wherever you want in order to honor your mother’s memory.”

“...really?”

“Yes. Whatever you wish, I will grant it within my power. Food, decorations…even a small ceremony with your close friends or one with the staff and other dorm leaders. Just say the word, and we will make it happen for you.”

Yuu was silent. Then, in a quiet voice, she asked, “Can I think about it?”

“Of course. Take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

“...sir…?”

“Hm?”

“...thank you…”

“You’re welcome, Yuu…”

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I left the ending a bit more open-ended so that you could imagine whatever sort of service your Yuu would have wanted and who would have been invited to it, but just know that–despite these boys tending to be more about themselves when it comes to things happening unless forced to do something in the game, I’m sure that they would come together to help someone grieving their loss in this situation.

Again, I’m so sorry for your loss, and I know this took me a little bit to write, but I wanted to do my best with this ask. I really hope that things get easier for you and that you have a good support system to lean on. Please take care of yourself and remember: take each day one step at a time 💝

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #twisted wonderland dire crowley #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #tw death

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sanosimp · 2 years

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hi!! can i request wherein reader and wakasa was on a vacay and tried skinny dipping in a jacuzzi. i don’t know it that makes sense, but thank u if u consider it!!

hiiii ~

yes of course i am at your service once again anon. it's officially summer for me, so it is convenient for me to fill this request. please enjoy and when you're done come scream at me in my inbox ill be waiting <3

~ nsfw under the cut you've been warned ~

now it's not very often you get alone time with your significant other. being a busy man and all that, it's rare to have some peace, free of distractions or whatever it is that typically forces you two to part.

so imagine your surprise when you walk through the door, pull off your shoes, and your boyfriend is nowhere in sight. his absence isn't the surprising part, typically away and only returns home after hours. no, the surprising part is the state of distress that the small apartment has fallen into.

on the couch is a pile of clothes, your clothes, accompanied by an arrangement of shoes on the floor in a line by the coffee table. there's music playing somewhere in the place, a low whistling following the tune. a new bouquet of carnations in the center of the table a sign that your boyfriend was indeed home, just nowhere in your current view.

throwing your keys in the bowl by the door, you adventure off in hopes to find the cause behind the disastrous mess in the place. Friday's are reserved for relaxation in your household, strictly takeout and couch cuddles, so the sight is enough to spike your anxiety thinking about how much time it'll take to reorganize. the whistling gets louder the closer you get to the bedroom, the guilty party probably making even more mess in there compared to the living room. rounding the corner by the door frame, you prop an arm up to watch him scramble on his side of the room, pulling open draws and causing chaos amongst his clothes for reasons you don't know.

wakasa imaushi is a sight to behold. despite being with him for a while now, he always seems to be able to steal your breath away, no one holding a candle to his charm in your eyes. you take a moment to eye every little detail of his on full display for you as he stands back to you, shirtless to combat the humidity despite the sun slowly disappearing. You allow your eyes to roam from the sharp jawline in full view with his hair up to the bead of sweat that travels from his neck down his broad shoulders from the summer heat that consumes the apartment. you could feel the want to jump him right then and there but become easily sidetracked the moment he pulls a hoodie out of a draw and haphazardly tosses it over his shoulder, still very unaware of your presence.

"okay what have you done and why are we fleeing the country?" he turns around, startled by the voice that calls to him other than his own. "who said were fleeing the country? i didn't do anything... that the feds know at least." he pauses his endeavor and easily finds his way to you across the room. you laugh at his remark as he finds your waist and consumes your personal space, drawing you into him so hard you have to stand on your toes to reach his neck with your arms. "so then i wanna hear the excuse for the disaster i've come home to after a long day.”

he huffs and pulls back to see your face, hands spreading on your hips to keep you within his reach, fingertips teasing under your shirt. you feel the hitch in your throat as his eyes bore into yours, lilac swimming to the depths of your soul in a trance. no matter how many times you have been near him he always blows you out the water in disbelief that he's really yours to hold. " the only escape we're making is to the Airbnb i rented for the weekend. you have three days free, i have three days free, and we need to get the fuck out of here or i'm gonna go crazy." you know he's serious by the tone he uses, urgent and forward.

it's been obvious how much stress he's been under recently, his mood cloudier than usual, eye bags from lack of sleep, and the drowsy way he carries himself around are physical proof of the burdens. you feel a pang of sympathy strike your heart knowing he does so much for so many, putting anyone of importance in his life before him in the rank of priorities. you kiss him slowly hoping it portrays every ounce of emotion you feel for him at the moment as he meets you with the same intensity.

he draws back causing you to pout, saddened by the distance which is quickly chased away as he picks you up and flawlessly tosses you over his shoulder. a squeal and a series of giggles, you're kicking your legs in any form of resistance that you can at this angle. "put me down this instant you savage." he easily captures your calves in his left hand to keep you from loosening his grip, smacking his right hand on your thigh before tossing you on the couch. "pack a bag. i've already picked out some of my favorite things to make your packing easier. we leave in 30.”

you scoff in disbelief at his antics as he walks back into the bedroom, narrowing your eyes at the 'favorite things' part and glancing at the pile that waits for you. "oh please we both know if you had it your way, i'd be naked all weekend." his laugh is hearty and melodic as it echos down the hall and into the living room. "who said that's not happening?" shaking your head you begin as he asked, packing in excitement for your weekend getaway.

~~~~~

what he didn't tell you, over an hour later, was how luxurious the Airbnb was.

he hopped out of the driver's seat of your car and jogged around to the passenger seat to escort you out, grinning at the wide-eyed look on your face. he holds a hand out towards you to lift you up and out of the car before closing the door behind you and walking towards the trunk.

the house was small, obviously only meant to host one party at a time. the one-bedroom house had a full porch out front with a charming white bench swing on the right of the entrance. flicking on the lights you saw that the single-floor house proved to be quite the space, the kitchen and living room combined but not cramped boasted an open concept, giving the house an airy vibe. the door to the bedroom was on the left of the tv accompanied by another door to match on the opposite side which you guessed was the bathroom.

you stood in the center of the area looking up to the skylight which you were excited to see in the daytime, just imagining the room bathed in sunlight come morning. "so you like it or what?" you flew towards the boy who had just settled the bags into the room as he caught you in both arms, lifting you off your feet. "baby what in the world did you do to get this? you know what don't tell me i don't want to be liable." he laughs and kisses your cheek before planting you back on your feet. "i didn't do anything. had some money tucked to the side, exchanged some favors, nothing illegal i swear." you playfully smack him on the shoulder in response and turn away from him, allowing him to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around your waist.

your eyes scan the place again before noticing the glass door towards the back. "what's back there?" he places a soft kiss behind your ear in response and pushes you forward to go look. what sold the place was the back. flinging open the back door leading to a private yard which was decorated in string bulbs of light hung over the wood deck. beyond the fence, you could hear the waves of the tide meeting the sand on the shore, having direct access to the beach through the gate. another highlight was the jacuzzi that was lit up in the corner of the yard. you turned back inside towards the bedroom where Waka was diligently unpacking things into draws and replacing the pillowcases.

"there's a fucking jacuzzi?! can we go in it?!" he chuckles zipping up his bag and tossing it onto the dresser. "yes baby as soon as we're settled in." so settling in is what you did, putting things away to your liking and changing your clothes into swimwear. the second you were done you were scrambling towards the back again, closing the door behind you. it was well past eleven pm with no sounds other than the occasional crash of the waves and the quiet hum from the tub.

the sky was clear and the stars were brighter on the shore during the summer, humidity more manageable now with the sun on the other side of the planet. you teased the water with your toes, allowing your body to acknowledge the heat before taking the steps into the water. you heard the door open and close again, your boyfriend was once again shirtless accompanied by the complimentary bottle of champagne and two glasses that the host left on the table with the binder of information (which neither of you had decided to glance at but that's beside the point).

he puts the items down to the side of the deck and follows you in, going straight into the water with no care in the world over the change of temperature. he easily settles in on the bench and opens his arms towards you, water rising almost halfway up his torso, and sighs as you follow his silent request. he just holds you there for a minute before scooping your legs over his lap, now straddling him, face to face.

your foreheads meet as you cup both his cheeks, his eyes still closed as you settle in and get comfortable. when he decides he's ready he begins to open up to you about his stresses. "i needed this so bad. i got into a fight with Shinichiro. i didn't even apologize i just left and said nothing. i didn't want to make it worse but im sure he hates me now."

at this revelation, you scoff and bring his attention to you, tilting his head up so he's looking you in the eyes like earlier. "you too are as thick as thieves. there's no way a silly little argument is gonna come between that. he loves you to death as you love him." he's pouting now and you almost want to laugh but you know it takes a lot to get him to open up, not typically wanting to burden those around him with his issues. "lets talk about it later okay? you can tell me all about it and whatever you want later. right now it's just you and me and this tiny house to ourselves so let's unwind.”

you run your hands from his face to his neck towards his shoulders, allowing him to pull you closer by the grip he has on your thighs before he captures your lips in a kiss. there's nothing romantic about the slight taste of chlorine that lingers in the air and on your skin, but there's so much romance that radiates off the man in front of you. it starts slow and tender, like it always does, taking a moment to appreciate the other. it's when his teeth meet your bottom lip as he sighs into your mouth when things get hotter and your body instinctively grinds into his. your hips are flush to his as he's pulling you impossibly closer, hands now gripping your sides to bruise as he leads your motions.

his slow descent starts from your lips to your cheek, to your neck, biting and sucking his way to your collarbones. at one particular harsh nip, you sigh and pull at the stands of his head, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. you can feel his fingertips playfully pull at the top you're wearing, entertaining the thought but not quite doing enough to take it off. "you think there's a rule about being naked in the jacuzzi in that binder?"

at this you yank him up, face so serious it sends you into a fit of giggles, him laughing with you as well. "they won't know right? i'm sure someone has done it before." you drag him back into a kiss while he takes off your top this time with intent, only separating to pull it completely off. he's teasing you with the kiss, his tongue meeting yours for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, alternating between grinding and kissing.

your own hands begin to explore as well, running down from his shoulders, gently scraping your nails down his body the way you know he likes as your own form of teasing. it's too easy the way your hand slips past the waistband of his shorts, wrapping your fingers around him effortlessly stroking him to complete hardness. he groans heavily into your mouth and shimmies out of his shorts the best he can with you on top of him. "you're so fucking perfect for me. i can't take it anymore." you simply hum in response, too focused on tightening your grip around the base to keep him on edge.

he doesn't even try to take off your bottoms, using his fingers to slip the fabric to the side, thumbing your clit in hasty circles to pay attention to you as well. it's a little harsher than to your liking, the water not acting as much of a lubricant as you would've liked. your foreheads meet again as you're breathing heavily now, cheeks flushed red due to the intimacy and the heat radiating from the water. “i want you. i want you so bad please.” if you weren't on top of him, you could imagine him on his knees, begging you to advance and the thought makes you bite your lip and nod your head without a second thought.

he lifts your hips out of the water as he lowers his shorts to give himself room to breathe. the cool air sends a shiver down your spine, a drastic temperature change now out of the hot water that kept you away from the night chill. his raised thighs keep you above the water as his tip runs up and down your slit, coaxing your natural fluids to take place of the chlorinated water now running down your thighs chasing the water you rose from.

he lifts your hand to your mouth with his free hand. “spit.” you comply instantly and his eyes brighten slightly in bewilderment, grinning at the easy obedience as he guides your hand back to his length, prompting you to stroke him. when he is satisfied with the glide of your hand, he smacks your wrist away and aligns the tip with your entrance, panting into his ear as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. he buries himself into you until bottoming out, letting out twin moans as a release from the tension. it had been some time since the last time you two were joined this way making the increase in friction slightly unbearable. he allows you a second to breathe, before lowering you both back into the water.

he sighs as both of you are lowered into the water, steam increasing since cool skin has met the water again. both of his hands are on your hips now slightly tightening his grip every few seconds as the two of you are rediscovering each other through tongue and teeth. the drag of your hips over his is led by him, slow and steady as he grinds you into him impossibly deeper. “you doing okay sweetheart?” you merely groan in response, unable to concentrate on anything other than him filling you to the brim and the increased friction that comes from the surrounding water. your elbows rest on his shoulders as a base, one arm dangling straight back towards the wall, the other running a hand through his hair, pulling on the ends. one particular sharp tug draws a sharp breath from him as he grinds you down harder.

your breathing is sharp and unsteady, coming in quick before drawing out again while his last straw of patience is drawn. he is sharp in his thrusts, practically feeling the tip of him for every detail as his breath hits your neck, hot and damp as he buries his face into your neck. everything is hot and damp heightening your senses as your lower body grows accustomed to the heat and your upper body cools down with the slight breeze of the night. the difference in temperature drives you crazy as you become hyperaware of every sensation you're experiencing.

the sink down is slower than the rise up with the increased friction that comes from the water but it adds a new level of sensation to your body that you had never experienced. his pace is steady but considerate and his touch sets fire to your skin, hands roaming from your waist slowly rising with every inhale of breath he takes. its torture, every slight movement setting fire to your nerve endings, bringing you both closer. you're leaving open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of his neck catching the hitch of his breath every so often up close to your ear, biting his ear which draws out a long moan from him.

he's getting closer and it's obvious in the way his movements become harsher, more frantic, and in need rather than passionate and sensual. his breathing spikes and it sends a shiver through your whole body every time a groan slips past his lips. everything is too much and too little at the same time, his hands are close to their destination now as he slightly pushes you back to initiate eye contact. his hand wraps around your neck and your eyes widen in response, pushing further into his grasp and encouraging the behavior. he is beyond emotions right now, with no usual smug look or any feature in his eyes other than comfortable lust, focused solely on your pleasure.

it takes one more particular squeeze on your airway that sends you straight off the cliff, a long-drawn-out whine in response to a powerful orgasm you didn't even notice coming, hitting you like a freight train. he's stopped his thrusts and is weakly grinding into you, meeting his end shortly after yours, eyes closed and head resting back on the concrete that surrounds the tub. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are drawn apart in complete bliss and you allow your body to slump into his as his body draws closer to yours in response. he's still attempting to catch his breath but his unsteady breathing does not prevent him from leaving a few scattered kisses on your neck as a silent claim of affection or a thank you for just being.

there are a few minutes of recuperation shared between you focused solely on breathing and coming to when a low hum of a chuckle is heard from the man below you. you're tracing the patterns of the cement with your eyes when he draws your attention with the barely-there noise. “what's so funny huh? wanna share it with the class?” his grip on your waist tightens quickly before releasing and stroking your skin.

“did you notice the cameras before when you were out here?” your mind goes straight into panic mode, all the bliss leaving your limbs at once as you draw back to find him not looking at you but directly over your shoulder. your eyes widen as you slowly turn your head to follow the direction of his eyes and to your horror, your met with the little red light blinking back at you confirming the recording in progress.

“son of a bit-”

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aris-ink · 9 months

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The problem with multis like you it's not that they like other groups no one cares about that, it's that they always throw bts under the bus to defend their other groups, and that's what you did, you always write about bts but never post anything about their songs or defend them, only when BP is mentioned you threw them under the bus, they're like characters for you nothing more

let's get through your points properly, so that hopefully, this is the last ask I have to answer on the matter.

1) I mentioned, for the 100th time, since this is a freaking BTS BLOG, that the boys have made their mistakes too, but you're still here, clearly, aren't you? and so am I. so, I am allowed to also believe in someone that isn't from BTS, and it's not fair to judge that so harshly. that is NOT throwing anyone under the bus, that is a goddamn fact, but people threw themselves at me and got offended that I dared to mention bts and bp in the same sentence. it was literally an example I used. please don't put words in my mouth. not to mention the audacity of some people to come onto my blog and tell me what I'm "allowed" to say and what I'm not.

2) does this look like a bts fan blog to you guys? dedicated to their gifs, interviews, music? this is a writing blog. dedicated to horror fiction. I don't know how long you've been here, but I've had plenty of conversations back and forth with sweet anons about indigo, our biases, Tae's selfies. I have plenty of beautiful things saved in my likes. I don't even have to explain myself in the first place for what I choose to put on my blog, but I'm tired of this.

3) frankly, do you see me reblogging or talking about bp? I've had a lot to say when flower came out, I was excited for born pink, etc, etc. but again, this is just a fanfiction blog for bts, so I don't say anything.

4) just like I didn't share my excitement for any upcoming debuts or music for bts (besides asks) or bp, I also don't defend them here, you say. look. I see stuff on tiktok. I see Jungkook apologizing for his new piercing. I see Taehyung being fed up with comments on lives. I see Yoongi being tired. I see poor Jimin having to deal with the most awkward and disappointing fancall in the world.

just like I see Rosé being (baselessly, ofc 💖) accused of doing drugs, Jennie getting called lazy all over the place, Jisoo "untalented/stiff" (lmao). have you ever seen me bring any of this up?

no. because first of all, nothing I say here, on this blog that not many people even know exists, is going to either ease their pain, or change anything in their lives, and I always tried to keep this a positive space instead, filled with love and support.

the first and only time I ever defended anyone here was Jennie, but that was because someone came into my inbox attacking her. I would do the same for the rest of the girls, and I would do the same for all of the boys, but there was never a need to before, as no one came here to insult any of them. she got attacked, so I said something. it's literally that simple.

5) this whole drama is the exact reason why this blog remains a fanfiction blog only. everything gets turned into discourse. I have said multiple times I don't involve myself in the fandom because I can't stand all the wars and hatred and delusional behaviors. I have clearly said that I love bp, I love bts, I support them and their music but I refuse to dive into the community, since this is how it looks like.

but even without all that, it's my choice to have a fanfiction blog, my choice what I put on it. if any of you think I don't love the boys just because the blog isn't filled with banners that say that, or because I defended bp, you can keep thinking that and let's part ways.

#asks

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TUMBLR IS OWNED BY A COMPANY WORTH 7.5 MIL, AUTOMATTIC AND IN NO UNIVERSE DOES GIVING COPORATIONS MONEY ENCOURAGE THEM TO CHANGE THINGS

Why are you yelling at me? 7.5m is a small company. There is a 30m deficit. If I wanna give Tumblr my own money I damn well will and no nasty anons yelling in my inbox is gonna stop me.

If you want this place to fail and disappear forever why dont you bugger off now and stop using tumblr? I like it here. I wanna support it. I think you have a very flawed idea about how companies work.

You dont have to give them your money but for the love of the gods PLEASE STOP POLICING OTHER PEOPLE. HOW DO YOU NOT REALISE THAT YOU ARE IN THE WRONG HERE. LET PEOPLE DO WHAT THEY WANT.

Also - I am a FANDOM BLOG. I am getting a bit fed up of all the random anons in my inbox. Im prob not gonna answer the essay question about netflix and the strike. Im not a wga or sag member on strike so don't send me strike questions. I support them, but I am not an information source for that.

Also to the anon who sent me a link to a TERF blog asking about some discourse regarding trans rights, who do you think you were sending that to? I am not a trans woman. I can't speak for trans women. I support trans people but I am NOT diving into discourse blown up by TERFs. Please dont send me links to terf blogs I dont wanna see all that bullshit. Just block those people.

From now on, if I get any asks that arent specifically related to my fandoms I'm not answering them. Im not a discourse blog. I come here for fun and to talk about fandom, so thats what I'm gonna do.

Please can people go back to sending me dumb questions about Morpheus or other Sandman related nonsense? I am craving it in my soul.

#tumblr discourse #sigh #i am tired

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omg I literally came across your work today and it was so awesome!!!! I was wondering if you’d be comfortable writing a more dominant buck cleven with his young wife and then another one which is buck cleven meeting a young girl and their love story with the the war timeline super cute fluff.

Of course it us up to you if you want to do it. But i just wanted to say how mych i love your work and i look forward to seeing more!! ❤️😊❤️😊❤️😊

hey, love! 💐 so, I googled Buck's age and apparently he was quite young during the war. because of Austin, I thought that he was like in his 30s. but apparently he was born in 1918, so he was only like 25 in 1943. and I'm not very comfy with writing readers who are "barely legal" in age gap relationships, so I didn't focus much on reader's age here. I mean, even if she's his age, then she's still a young girl 😂

this fic takes place after the war and they are married. Buck works at some military base idk it's not really mentioned nor important lol. he's rougher here than in the previous one but not very rough either because I think he's overall a softie for his girl 🤭 Buck and reader are in a traditional marriage 🥧

when it comes to the second idea with the war timeline, it's like a multichapter fic idea and I am not in the right headspace to write something so long at the moment. I am sorry, boo 🥺

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

Being married to Buck Cleven was a dream come true and you just wanted to make everything right. You would wake up an hour before him to put your make up on, get dressed in a cute dress and an apron, to take out the curlers out of your hair. And to prepare him a warm breakfast that would be ready when he is awake. You were helping Buck to get ready for work and then you would go grocery shopping. Then you would clean the house and cook dinner. In the meantime the dog your husband had brought from the war – Meatball – required some of your attention as well. He had to be fed and wanted to go out on a long walk once a day. He was a Husky so running around the garden was not enough for him.

It wasn't as easy to be a housewife as some women pictured it. It wasn't as peaceful and calm and relaxing. But it was worth everything. Your husband's smile and kisses on the cheek. You just wanted to make him happy. It was like you were infected with the affection because making him happy was everything that mattered. You never wanted him to complain or start looking for fun outside the house. You wanted to be his everything as much as he was yours.

And today you decided to bake him a pie. It was Friday and he had a long and stressful week. You wanted to make him a sweet and sour cherry pie to show him how much you loved and appreciated him. But everything seemed to go wrong with it. You were slow on that day and your first try was a disaster. You had to throw it away and start all over again, angry at yourself. Your cheeks and nose were stained with flour and your hands were red from the cherries' juice. You were so frustrated, you didn't notice what time it had already been.

You were so focused on kneading the dough that you didn't hear the sound of the car parking outside. Perhaps you did but you thought it was the neighbor. There was no reason why your husband would be home so early, right?

It wasn't early at all, though. It was exactly the same time when Buck would come back home every day. And he was surprised not to see you standing behind the window and waiting for him with a soft smile. It made him worry a little.

And then he walked inside the house and didn't see you in the corridor to take his jacket and give him a kiss. That was more than unusual indeed. He looked around and sighed before taking the jacket off on his own and hanging it on the wall. It didn't feel the same without your soft fingers helping him and your sweet lips asking him about his day. He missed your eyes sparkling at the sight of him, your loving smile, your lovely scent. Your warm lips on his cheek, staining it slightly with a cherry red lipstick. God, he was crazy about you.

"Baby?" he asked in a soft voice. The very first place he checked was the kitchen and there you were, working passionately on something on the counter in front of you. He was facing your back so he had no idea what it could be. "Baby?" he asked once again and you jumped a little at the sound.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You got scared by your husband's voice but you also were scared that he was back so soon. You took a quick glance at the clock on the wall and swallowed thickly. Yes, it made perfect sense that he was home already. And you didn't have the pie ready yet.

Hell, you didn't even have the dinner ready at all!

"Oh, Buck!" you sobbed and turned around. He furrowed his brows at that sudden outburst and your face stained with flour. Then he noticed your red hands.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" he hurried to your side and grabbed your wrists. "What's going on? Is that blood?"

"Hm? What? No, no," you sniffed. "It's cherries," you explained and he sighed with relief. "I wanted to make you a cherry pie. But I'm slow today and I ruined the first one. I wanted to make it again, I lost the track of time… I didn't prepare dinner either… Oh goodness, I am the worst wife ever. You must regret marrying me. I'm so sorry," you sobbed again and looked down, avoiding his gaze.

Buck was left speechless at this little scene. He had no idea you felt this way.

"What are you talking about, doll?" he asked carefully and tried to wipe the flour away from your cheeks but he only smudged it in the process. You looked adorable like that to him, though. He only wished you didn't cry. It was making him feel physical pain deep in his chest to see you sad like this. You were his girl and his job was to make you happy. "You're the best wife I could ever wish for. Every day I ask myself how the hell did I get so lucky."

"R-really?" you bit on your lower lip and looked up at him with wet eyes. "I'm a mess."

"We all make a mess sometimes," Buck shushed you and leaned in to place a soft kiss upon your lips. "And no one makes a prettier mess than you do, darling," he added with a smirk.

In one swift motion he lifted you up and turned around to sit you up on the empty counter. You were surprised that he rewarded your failure with a kiss but you couldn't complain. You crossed your legs behind him and put your fingers in his golden hair. You let out a sweet moan into his mouth and felt your cheeks heating up.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, ashamed of yourself. You didn't want your husband to think you were dirty or easy like any harlot.

"Oh God, what are you sorry for?" Buck seemed to be excited, though. He leaned in even closer and placed another kiss upon your lips, more heated this time. His hair was a mess now from all your tugging, his locks were falling on his forehead and tickling your face. "You have absolutely no idea how crazy you make me, baby," he whispered between one passionte kiss and another.

His big hands dropped from your waist to tug on the hems of your dress and apron. He lifted them up as much as he could as his fingers started to roam all over your stockings and the naked skin of your thighs where the straps of your stockings were. You wanted him to touch you between your legs so badly but you didn't want to say it out loud.

"You have to ask for it, baby," he teased, knowing your desires perfectly well, and you could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment. "Be a good girl and ask for it, come on," he encouraged you.

"P-please…" you breathed out but he wasn't satisfied.

"Please? You're asking for something. Tell me what it is," he mocked you as his fingertips circled upon the hot, naked skin of your inner thigh.

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you, darling," he smirked and you bit on your lower lip. Why did he want you to say this out loud? Wives shouldn't say such things.

"I want you to touch me between my legs," you whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Louder," Buck commanded. He gave you a very intense and serious look that scared you a little but it also motivated you to obey him.

"Touch me between my legs. I need you there," you dared to say out loud.

"Wasn't that difficult, was it, sweet baby?" he cooed to you and you gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your wet panties. He laughed softly. "So wet already?"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry. What are you sorry for?" he grabbed your cheeks with his free hand and made you look into his eyes. "The only thing you should be sorry about is how crazy you drive me."

You nodded, unsurely, and when he saw that you no longer fight him about it, he stopped squeezing your cheeks and put his long fingers inside your mouth instead. You were surprised at that but you quickly understood what he expected from you. You started to suck on them while staring intensly and lustfully into his bright blue eyes.

"God, you're a sight," he moaned and his fingers got inside your panties to rub on your heated center. Feeling his rough fingertips on your clit made a shiver run down your spine as you jumped a little on the counter. He chuckled and took his hand away. "Taste it," he removed his fingers from your mouth and placed his other hand in front of your mouth. You winced a little at the sight of how wet his fingers were, coated with your juices. "I want you to taste how sweet you are," he insisted and you opened your mouth unsurely. But the moment he put his fingers inside, you started to suck them clean. You wanted to obey your husband.

Buck's free hand focused on tearing your panties and leaving them in shreds on the floor. He had never done that before but you very much enjoyed how hungry he seemed to be for you.

"And?" he asked teasingly after removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping the drool from the corners of your mouth.

"Sweet," you agreed with him because he wouldn't accept any other answer anyway.

"Damn you are," he nodded before grabbing your hips again and pulling you closer to get better access to you. Your center was pressed to his crotch and you could feel that his trousers seemed to be too tight.

You let your hands wander to his belt to undo it while kissing him as your foreheads were pressed to each other's. The kisses were sloppy and nearly desperate as if you needed him more than air to breathe.

"Let me," Buck moved your hands away to work on his belt and you grabbed his arms instead to keep yourself steady and hold him close. Not long after you felt him between your legs, rubbing the tip on your wet and swollen clit. "Baby?" he asked to make sure.

"Go on," you nodded and dug your nails into the sleeves of his shirt at the feeling of him sliding inside. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"You're such a doll," he whispered before hiding his face in the crook of your neck to suck on your sensitive skin and make you moan. Usually you tried to be quiet but it seemed like he wanted to hear you because every time you tried to keep it on the low, he would suck and tease more with his tongue, making it impossible to stay quiet. Your sounds were like a symphony to him and he wanted you to finally realize that.

"Oh, Buck," you sighed as his hips started to thrust faster. You felt him so deep that your eyes filled with tears. It was a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain that you never wanted to stop. However, your body twitched slightly as if it tried to get away from the intense, overwhelming feeling.

"Stay still when I'm trying to put a baby in you, will ya?" Buck growled into your neck and it made you feel dizzy. Your fingers dug even deeper as your back arched to feel him at a different angle. It soon became too much to handle and you felt the knot forming in your stomach. Having Buck's baby would only make you happier and even more fulfilled as his wife. It would be a dream come true to carry his son or daughter and let everyone know you were his wife. You wanted it more than anything else.

You came with a loud moan while tugging on Buck's hair. You squeezed him so tight that he came shortly after. His hips thrusted chaotically and you felt him biting your neck to muffle his own moan as your womb filled with his warm seed. You loved that feeling. It was making you feel like you were his more than anything else.

Now when the heated moment was over, you felt a bit awkward with what had just happened. You were the first one to move away carefully and fixed your hair. Buck watched you while breathing heavily with his hair ruffled and forehead covered with sweat. He put his trousers back on and worked on his belt as you tried to jump off the counter but you almost fell down in the process because your legs shaked so much. Buck caught you swiftly.

"Be careful, baby," he pulled you close to hug you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I need to make dinner," you explained.

"No, you don't," he shook his head. "Get dressed and we'll go to town."

"Really? I don't have to cook?" you asked, surprised.

"No. And, in fact, I think we should be going out to eat every Friday. I don't want you to spend every day in the kitchen, sweetheart," Buck rubbed your back.

"But… But I'm your wife," you tried to protest.

"Exactly," he nodded and lifted your chin up, "and I'm your husband and it's my goddamn job to look after you. And the baby," he winked.

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chewiedon · 3 years

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BURDEN | RENGOKU K.

request: “If you read the manga I want it to be based off mugant train and then to au. I don't want to spoil it but if you read I think you know what happens😅. And I hope that you will make my request. And thank you for reading it.”

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MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE MUGEN TRAIN ARC!!

//; since the requester didn’t specify anything specific, the prompt was tanjiro telling kyojurou’s wife that her husband is dead.

Nights were usually lonely, but you didn’t mind. Senjuro visited you regularly and Kyojuro made sure to come home to you at least twice a week, no matter how short it was the company was always nice. Lonely weeks were long, but no matter how unmoving the moon seemed to be in the night sky the night always had to come to an end one way or another.

Tanjiro was unusually sullen, it was understandable after getting pushed to the ground by the head of the Rengoku family and having to tell them about the loss of their eldest son. His stomach ached, but not from the wound that his previous battle had left him. The burgundy boy looked around the houses that were laid out in front of him, the closer Tanjiro approached your estate the more Kyojuro Rengoku’s words reverberated through his ears.

“My wife, please tell her I love her. Tell her to love after me, no matter how reluctant she may be at first.”

Tears began to well up in his crimson eyes.

“My only regret is not spending enough time with her, tell her I’m sorry for being such an irresponsible husband.”

The kanji of Rengoku’s family name engraved on the front of your estate mocked Tanjiro and his wet cheeks. After a minute and half of gaining his composure, he huffed and stepped inside. Calloused knuckles tapping the corner of the shoji door.

“My name is Tanjiro Kamado of the demon slayer corps, I am to relay Rengoku-san’s last wishes to you! Please pardon the interruption so late at night.”

His throat felt tight as the sweet smell of you seemed to almost choke him, grief and salt radiated off of you. He could tell that before you even opened the door.

“It’s no issue, please come in.”

Dark circles were under your eyes, the muscles in your cheeks sore as you tried your best to smile for the boy.

“I’m assuming you went to the original Rengoku Estate first, due to how late it was,” you had mentioned as Tanjiro slipped off his zori.

He bobbed his head, “Yes ma’am, it was surprising how harsh the father is. Is that why you live in a separate estate?”

“My name is (Y/N), no need for a ma’am. Please make yourself at home, I’ll brew some tea.” You rushed down the halls, ignoring his question.

Tanjiro looked at the poorly lit place and glanced down the dark hallways. Everything had a nice atmosphere of it, but the smell of grief seemed to weigh him down. The burgundy boy didn’t want to stay, but at the same time he did. The thing he probably needed the most was a decent bed to spread out on, but he also wanted to give you time by yourself to mourn. With a heavy sigh he sat himself at the low table you poured hot tea into tall bamboo cups.

“I will relay the message…”

“He loves you, very much. He told you to love after him no matter how unwilling you may be at first,” he started.

The lump in your throat prevented air from entering your lungs, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from breaking down again.

“He called himself an irresponsible husband, but-” Tanjiro stopped mid sentence when he looked up and saw the small bullets of sweat run down your forehead.

Before he knew it, he was choking on his own sobs. Palming at the handguard Senjuro gave him earlier that day buried in his pocket. He wanted to apologize, he felt responsible for your pain. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t bring himself to speak to you, it was too hard. He didn’t know what to say, to ease the ongoing burden on your shoulders.

Breathlessly, you spoke, “Thank you, I’ll… try to mourn him the way he’d want me to. He wouldn’t want me to cry, he’d worry.”

“It’s okay to cry, it makes you human.” Those words broke you, quietly as possible you wailed. Your cheeks stained with tears, desperately trying to apologize to your guest. His own eyes glossy, trying not to cry for the upteenth time about your husband. Tanjiro couldn’t do anything but sit there, he felt helpless but he came to do one thing.

Voice cracking, he continued, “He regrets not spending much time with you, he wants you to be happy I’m sure of it.”

An orchestra of emotions flooded inside your chest, your body shaking. Everything was loud inside your head, all of the memories of Kyojuro to when you first met him and when you kissed him goodbye for that mission. You should’ve convinced him to stay, you should’ve fed the bad feeling in your gut at the moment.

With a heavy heart, and a stone in his stomach Tanjiro took his leave. He could only endure your image and smell for so long. His knees buckled after taking 20 steps out the door and crying all over again.

You were used to long nights, nothing but staring at the moon until it disappeared over the tall trees and the roofs of houses. No matter how unmoving the night seemed to be, everything had an end and the nights’ end would come soon enough.

The longest night took your voice, and your husband. Allowing you to do nothing but bathe in your own grief.

honestly, def not my favorite post ever but yk

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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Hi I saw your prompt list can you do 9, 18, 22 for draco malfoy plzz. fluff & smut

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

I have so many requests in my inbox and I couldn’t be happier, a lot of blurbs and stories are coming your way so keep an eye out!

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader.

This is my first Draco Malfoy fic, a little longer that I originally thought, hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1,574k

Prompt’s requested:

9 - “Did he do this?”

18 - “You just don’t get it, do you?”

22- “You think it’s funny to tease me?”

Warnings: Smut 18+, Fluff, Angst(?), Vaginal Intercourse, Male Recieving Oral, Explicit Language.

Walking around the Malfoy manor seems to take my breath away everytime, the grandest rooms merely lit by the windows, however being night time, it creates an eerier shadow of darkness.

“Y/n, we’re glad you came to spend the holidays with us, we have some big things planned.” Narcissa smiles, opening her arms to give me a light hug, something that shocked me the first time it occurred, not expecting to receive any affections from either of Draco’s parents.

“Yes, Y/n, tomorrow you’ll be joining us at the table with the dark lord and he is very excited to meet a fellow Slytherin.” Lucius states, looking behind me as I turn slightly, feeling a sense of comfort washing over me as Draco places his hand on the middle of my back.

“We will leave you two be.” Narcissa says, looping her arm through Lucius as they walk out of the living room.

“Come with me.” Draco whispers, pulling me behind him. We walk through the manor, going up the stairs and towards his room, one I am very familiar with.

“I’ve missed you.” Draco quickly closes his bedroom door as I smirk, pushing him against it lightly, kissing him as I start to unbutton his white dress shirt. “I think someone has also missed me.” I nod not trusting my voice as I run my hands over his bare chest as I move my lips to his neck, sucking and biting the soft skin as he lets his moans fill the air.

“Draco, your parents will hear us.” I whisper as he scoffs.

“I don’t care.”

I smirk against his skin as I kiss down his body, resting on my knees as I start to undo his belt. Draco helps me fumble with his pants zipper as I pull off my shirt, leaving me in a black lace bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Draco whispers, placing his hand under my chin as I feel the blush hit my cheeks. I take his long and thick cock into my hand as I start to pump him, causing him to throw his head back against the door, a pleasure filled sigh falling from his lips. I softly lick the tip, trailing my tongue down the sides as he runs his hands through my hair as I smirk, knowing he is getting fed up with this teasing.

“You think it’s funny to tease me?”

Before I can say a witty remark, he pulls my hair causing my head to fall back as my mouth opens a little wider, allowing for him to slide his dick into my mouth, our eyes never leaving each other as he softly thrusts in and out of my mouth. I swirl my tongue around him as he bites his lip holding back a few moans as I hollow out my cheeks.

“Bed, now.” Draco demands as he shuffles out of his pants and pulls off his shirt. I get onto his soft queen sized bed, attempting to wiggle out of my skirt as he stops me, shaking his head. “Keep it on.” I smirk as I pull him down to me, kissing him as he unclasp’s my bra, cupping my bare breast in his hand, kneading it as I moan for him.

“Please, I need you.”

Draco chuckles at my small beg, kissing down my body as he moves my panties to the side.

“You’re dripping baby.” I wiggle under his touch, thrusting my hips up in an attempt to get some type of contact. “Needy little thing aren’t you.”

Before I can beg again, Draco slides inside me, my walls instantly clenching around him as I hiss in pleasure. “So fucking tight.” I arch my back slightly as he thrusts into me, getting deeper every time.

Draco leans over my body, kissing my neck as I run my fingernails down his back. Wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer to me as we both moan at the new angle.

“Just like that.” I whimper, feeling my walls start to tighten around his length.

“Cum for me baby, I’m close.”

I feel Draco’s lips attack the sweet spot on my neck, leaving a mark as I moan his name loud, my walls fluttering around his cock as he groans, thrusting a few more times before holding me close and cumming inside of me.

“I-I love you.” I stutter, being the first proper time to say it outloud. The silence that floods the air is sickening as I feel my heart pound almost out of my chest as I look over at Draco who appears to be lost in thought. I huff, not wanting the tears that prick my eyes to fall as I shuffle off the bed, picking up my disregarded clothes and attempting to get dressed.

“Y/n, baby.” Draco sighs as I stop, looking at him, his face flushed and eyes unreadable. “I-Uh, you know this is hard for me.” I nod softly, biting my lip.

“I know.” I whisper, tears starting to softly fall down my face as Draco stands, pulling me into a hug.

“I l-love you.” I gasp as he kisses my head, holding me tighter as I keep my arms wrapped around his torso. Without another word being said, Draco slips off my skirt, handing me his old quidditch jersey and pulling me into bed beside him.

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I wake up in the morning tucked up in Draco’s blanket as I feel his spot beside me, empty and cold. I sigh softly as I get out of the comfortable bed, throwing on a pair of black jeans and a black turtle neck as I throw my hair into a ponytail. I make my way through the manor hearing a crowd of voices, I walk into the grand dining room, all eyes falling on me. My eyes scan around the room spotting Draco next to Lucius, pain all over his features causing my heart to sink.

“And who might you be?” I hear a chilling voice say, the woman coming face to face with me as I recognise her to be none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.

“This is Y/n Y/L/N, Draco’s girl.” Narcissa quickly rushes to my side as her sister looks me up and down, a wicked smile covering her face as she pulls my turtle neck down, looking at the love bite.

Bellatrix places her hand under my chin, sucking her teeth “Quiet special then, aren't you girly.” I keep my eyes trained on hers, not wanting to cower away. As Lucius can be heard whispering, causing Bellatrix to turn and look at the scene. Lucius appears to be scolding Draco. The room fills with laughter, Bellatrix’s laughter. “Leave the boy alone! You’re acting like you and sissy are saints.” I hear Narcissa gasp rushing to Lucius and pulling him aside, leaving Draco by himself. Before I can make my way over to Draco, a chill runs down my spin as a booming voice fills the dark room.

“Sit!” I see the darklord himself, a chill filling the room as he pulls out the chair at the head of the table. I make my way over to Draco, sitting beside him as Narcissa sits on my right, Lucius on Draco’s left. The dark lord begins to talk as I zone out, slightly terrified and uncomfortable. Draco placing his hand on my thigh, his thumb running against the fabric of my jeans.

What I presume is halfway through the darklords meeting, I hear him mention Draco’s name as I start to pay closer attention.

“We must finally welcome Draco.” I feel chills hit my body as I look at Draco, his eyes looking everywhere but me.

I keep my mouth closed not wanting to start anything at this table. The meeting concluding on Lucius offering his wand to kill Harry Potter, to which the darklord wasn’t as happy about.

After everyone stands from the table, I walk out of the room, trying to make sense of the welcome Draco received.

“Y/n.” I hear a soft whisper, I turn and see Draco as he pulls me into a hug.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you.” Draco whispers as I push out of our hug.

“Tell me what Draco, you’re planning on killing our classmate, what else happened?”

“This.” Draco rolls up his sleeve showing me a fresh dark mark.

“Did he do this?”

“I wanted him to do it.”

I scoff, my face forming a frown as I step back from Draco, his decision scaring me slightly.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Draco steps closer to me as my back hits a wall. “I have to do this, he gave me an ultimatum.” I raise an eyebrow as I feel no words form.

“Ultimatum?”

“My father offered you, I did this for us, for you.” I feel my heart pound as tears fill my eyes. “I love you, I have to protect you, this war, it will kill lots of wizards and you’re not going to be one of them.” Draco places his hand on my face as he kisses me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I kiss Draco’s soft lips as he sighs.

“I’m sorry you’re on this side of it all.”

“I’m with you, that’s all I ask for.”

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strictlytmnt · 3 years

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Babysitting Duty

Pairing: April x Casey

Warnings: None

First fic back!...

April and Casey need the guys to babysit their new baby girl.

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"Please you guys, It'll only be for a few hours." April looked at them pleadingly, "I just have to run over to the station real quick. Casey will come get her right after he's done with Vincent." Leo looked over at his brothers, Mikey jumped up and down nodding his head vigorously, Donnie smiled, Raph looked down at the baby in April's arms and shrugged. "Sure, Why not." April sighed with relief, She handed Lily over to Leo and gave the diaper bag to Donnie. "Lily has already been fed and changed, So she'll be okay for a little while. I really have to go guys." April kissed Lily on the forehead and took off giving Splinter a hug as she left.

Leo lifted the baby up placing her closely on his chest, Being ever so cautious. Besides Mikey, Leo was the most confident in holding the infant. Donnie was nervous at first, As soon as Lily was given to him all that nervous energy flew right out the window. To Raph she was the tiniest thing he had ever seen, He didn't want to hold for fear that he might break her. Eventually April and Casey told him otherwise, Although he'd only hold her for a second before passing her off to Leo or Mikey.

Leo walked over towards the couch and laid her down, Her eyes were wide open taking in her surroundings. Mikey quickly sat on the floor in front of the couch making cooing baby noises. "Mikey, What the hell are you doing?." "I'm talking to her." "Finally someone he can actually talk to." Mikey glared at Raph then turned his head over to the baby, "Raphie's a big meanie isn't he?." "Don't tell her that!, And I'm not!." Leo looked over at Raph his lips pursed, "There will be no fighting or yelling in front of Lily, Got it?." Raph rolled his eyes and started towards the weight room.

"Don't worry flower, Raphie's just a big ol' teddy bear." Mikey picked the baby up and sat down with her, Baby talking the entire time. Donnie sat next to him looking through the diaper bag, Mikey peeked into it noticing a weird looking contraption. "Hey D, What's this?." Donnie's face turned red grabbing it and putting it back, "That is a breast pump." "Oooh."

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Lily. Would. Not. Stop. Crying. Donnie tried to feed her she didn't want that, Mikey tried to sing to her she didn't want to hear it, Leo checked her diaper and she was clean. Donnie frantically went into doctor mode and found absolutely nothing wrong with her.

Raph couldn't stand to hear all that crying and screaming anymore, And he DEFINITELY couldn't stand hearing his brothers make baby noises anymore. He grabbed the blanket that he knitted for her a while ago and made his way to the living room.

"What's going on with that baby?." Raph asked suddenly appearing in front of Leo, "I don't know, I'm not the baby whisperer. Here why don't you take her for a minute." Leo placed Lily into Raph's arms wrapping the blanket that he had made her around her. As soon as that happened she instantly stopped crying. "Well, What'ya know, I think it's safe to say Raph is her favorite." Donnie said matter of factly, Raph looked down at the little baby smiling, "I guess I am."

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A/N: It feels good to be back!...

I am gonna be posting a fic everyday starting today!, I will have angst, Nsfw, Fluff, I will also keep my inbox open for requests/match-ups/anything of the like indefinitely 😁. Love y'all!❤️.

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onceuponaloonatic · 3 years

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i found this old misamo draft and just felt like sharing since it's so adorable. i edited it a bit to reflect my current writing style !! sorry i've been gone, classes started again and it's been a little overwhelming. i try to work on stuff when i can and have some stuff in the works, so i'll try to get them out soon !! also my inbox is empty again so if you have any lingering ideas i'm happy to listen to them. i may not post much but i do lurk around here a lot. love you guys !!

Mina didn’t know how long she had been there.

Sana and Momo were fast asleep behind her, both of them had passed out the minute they realized they finally had a little bit of time to sleep. Mina had tried to join them at first, but despite her exhaustion, she just couldn’t sleep. Not with the tiny little bundle that had recently taken up residence in their bedroom.

Being a parent was weird, Mina was coming to realize. Before, it had just been her, Sana, and Momo. They had created their own little world, their own perfect life in France. Their careers had been fun while they lasted, even if there were times Mina hated her job more than anything. There were days it was so hard, she was surprised she was able to convince people her smile was real. Days she was surprised she was able to get out of bed. Surprised she was able to keep going, keep performing. There was a period she couldn’t even remember any of her stages, she would just be in the dressing room one minute and suddenly she was in the van pushed up against Jeongyeon or Jihyo and everyone was telling her how good their performance was. Even with all of this though, Mina was happy with her job at the end of the day. She met Sana and Momo. She got to shine as bright as had desired when she was too young to even imagine the life she would have later. She got to see the world, she got to put smiles on people’s faces, and she got to be a role model for people all over the world.

Mina had thought she would be sadder when twice ended. But she didn’t really felt sad. She didn’t really feel anything. They had all known it was coming, and it felt right. They had a good run, but it was time for them all to move on with their lives. For Mina to move on, with the loves of her life.

All their friends were sad when they moved to France, but it felt right. East Asia would always remind them of their careers, retirement couldn’t erase ten years of being the nation’s girl group. They knew if they wanted to start this next chapter of their lives, they had to go somewhere far away. All three of them had moved to another country before, and honestly, France just felt like the right place for them to start their new lives as retired people. Sana laughed when she called them that, saying thirty-three was too young to be retired. But that’s what they were, retired.

It was nice living with just Sana and Momo. Life was a lot simpler now, but Mina loved it. She didn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or wearing the wrong outfit or her face was bloated. All she had to worry about now was what day to go grocery shopping and if she had hung the laundry up yet. Yes, being an idol was great, but this was great too. In a completely different way.

Mina had been happy with just Sana and Momo, but she also didn’t hate the idea of having a kid. It seemed interesting, and she had always thought about what it would be like to be a mom. Sana and Momo were more outwardly excited, but Mina couldn’t help the mounting internal excitement when they found out they were going to be moms. And now that their baby was actually here, Mina couldn’t help herself from being obsessed with her.

When Momo and Sana fell asleep, Nico was fast asleep too. Sana had just fed her and Nico had fallen asleep on Momo’s chest while Momo swayed her gently. Mina knew from experience that was enough to put anyone to sleep, it was one of the comfiest places on earth. However, just like it had been in the past twenty-four hours since Nico came home, she was awake not long after falling asleep. Mina had been watching her when she woke up. Mina liked watching Nico. She liked memorizing her baby’s features. She always took notes on all the pieces of Sana she saw in Nico. All the pieces of Momo. It was weird, Nico wasn’t biologically related to Mina at all, but she also couldn’t help but see little pieces of herself in Nico too.

When Nico woke up, she didn’t cry. Maybe it’s because she knew Mina was right there, or maybe she just didn’t need anything, but she stayed quiet in her crib. She made eye contact with Mina before yawning and squirming a little. Mina expected her to cry, but she didn’t. Instead, she and Mina started a small staring contest. It wasn’t awkward though, it somehow felt right. Like Mina’s life had been leading up to this moment. It was weird, that something so simple made her feel so happy. Being a parent was weird.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like this, but eventually, her moment was interrupted by the annoying buzz of her phone in her pocket.

She didn’t want to leave Nico, so she picked her up as gently as possible and carried her to the living room. She made sure Nico was comfy against her chest before she answered her phone.

“I knew you would be awake.” Nayeon’s teasing voice came through the phone.

“I could have been asleep.” Mina nodded, drawing small shapes on the back of Nico’s back.

“You're not. You are with her, aren’t you?” Mina nodded, panning the camera down to show Nico on her chest.

“Want to meet her?” Mina smiled. They had been away from their phones all day, wanting to spend every spare second with Nico now that she was home. This meant their friends hadn’t been able to see Nico, in video chat or in photo form.

“I met her when she was born.” Nayeon giggled. “But, that was two months ago, so I’ll meet her again.”

“Okay.” Mina couldn’t wipe the smile from her face if she wanted to. She moved Nico so she was facing the camera, her body being supported by Min. “Nico-ya, this is Auntie Nayeon. She’s your godmother.” Nico made a little noise as she got some spit on her face. Mina laughed, grabbing a spit rag for Nico and kissing her hair. “I think that means she likes you.”

“Hi, sweetheart. I like you too.” Nayeon had tears in her eyes. She had always gotten emotional around babies, but especially any of the twice-member’s kids. Jeongyeon had always teased her relentlessly for it. “It’s nice to finally see you at home.”

“We are happy to have her here. Sana was going a little crazy and Momo has a talent for encouraging her. Everything is okay now though.” Mina took one of Nico’s hands and squeezed it.

“I’m sure it drove all of you crazy. You should have seen Jihyo with Eunmi. She only had a three-week stay and she drove her husband and me absolutely crazy. She vicariously lived through Hyemi to deal with her Eunmi issues. It was kind of nice at first to have someone to take care of her, but it got too much pretty fast.” Nayeon giggled. “Speaking of Hyo, she told me to tell you to text her. She and I were planning on coming out to see Nico soon.”

“Oh, it’s okay. We know you guys are busy.”

“Nah, we both need some time away, especially Hyo. Have you talked to Chae and Tzu yet?”

“They actually have some big trips coming up. But they said they do want to come to see Nico soon. They want to stay for a while.” Mina explained, adjusting Nico in her lap.

“They are both so in love with Nico. It’s sweet.” Nayeon laughed at the thought. “I know they are both pretty against having their own kids, so it’s cute they are latching onto Nico as hard as they have been.”

“Yeah, they’ve never really been like this before. But she got that from Sana, everyone loves her.” Mina had thought about this before. Sana was born to be loved. Her being an idol was like fate. Everyone loved her, and the people who didn’t were either jealous or spiteful. And even then, Sana even loved people like that back. Sana’s heart was so good, she always tried to love people before anything else. Mina had always adored that about her.

“I love her more than I love Sana.” Nayeon shrugged.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that when she wakes up.” Mina giggled. “I’m sure it will make her day.”

“Wait no please don’t do that. I used to live with Sana, I know she will leave me like ten voicemails complaining I don’t love her.” Mina couldn’t help but giggle at the whine in Nayeon’s voice.

“Nope, you said it. Can’t take it back now.” Mina continued laughing until she heard some shuffling around behind her. She turned and found Momo coming towards her with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her eyes half-closed. “Hello.”

“Mitang.” Momo whined as a response, plopping herself down next to Mina.

“Is that Momo?” Nayeon asked.

“Hi Nayeon-Unnie.” Momo greeted before pressing her face into Mina’s shoulder. “Mitang it’s sleepy time.”

“You were asleep, why did you wake up?” Mina giggled, brushing Momo’s hair out of her face.

“Sana kicked me.” Momo whined. “And it felt too cold.”

“You had Sana and two blankets.” Mina nodded.

“Sana is too warm,” Momo muttered. “Mitang is the perfect temperature.”

“So Sana is too warm, but I’m the perfect temperature?” Mina giggled. “Anyway, We’ll be up in a minute, so go ahead and go back to bed.”

“I’ll wait.” Momo nodded, kissing Mina’s shoulder and laying a hand onto Nico’s back.

“It’s like three am over there, if you guys are tired you really should go to bed. Nico’s awake but she’s quite and honestly with newborns that’s the best your going to get.” Nayeon looked at the two with a fond smile. One that could only come about from watching a romance blossom between some of her favorite people. ‘Besides, she can’t sleep if Mina is fussing over her too much.”

“She has a point.” Momo muttered into Mina’s shoulder.

“Okay.” Mina couldn’t help her heart from fluttering at the little kisses Momo left along her shoulder. When she was younger, they might have been hot, and definitely something she wouldn't let anyone else see. But now they just felt comforting. She knew Momo loved her.

“Have a good day Unnie.” Momo greeted from her spot on Mina's shoulder.

“Nico-ya be good. I’ll see you soon my love.” Nayeon blew kisses at the camera.

“None for us?” Momo whined.

“Nope. Bye Nico!” Nayeon waved as she hung up. Mina rolled her eyes and looked down at Nico, who was already half asleep.

“Looks like someone’s ready for bed.” Mina giggled.

“Can't blame me. I was fast asleep with my Mitang.” Momo pouted.

“Not you.” Mina giggled. “Our lives don't revolve around us anymore.”

No.” Mina felt Momo’s smile without having to look at her. “And are you okay with that?”

“I’m more than okay with it.” Mina nodded. “I love it.”

#twice #misamo #minatozaki sana #myoui mina #hirai momo

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