#i figured no one would mind another set ☺️

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Happy Wilmon Day! 🔥💜

#young royals #wilmon #simon x wille #simon eriksson #prince wilhelm #wilhelm #my gifs yr #well we claimed today as Wilmon day and so made some gifs.. #i figured no one would mind another set ☺️ #still can't believe this happened! #what they deserve really.. #youngroyalsedit #4/30/24

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Helloo !! ^^ Its me again ahaha 🙈

Feeling you with the number of RQs ! (': i have a lot of unfinished ones too, and I FEEL SO JORRIVLE FOR SENDING ONE in knowing that💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭, but this has been in the forefront of my mind 😵‍💫. Please don't feel pressured to respond! 🫣 I won't blame you if you'd rather not to ☺️🙌//

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Yandere Outlaw, having abducted reader, not at all having had anticipated the strength of their connections.

While reader isn't necessarily strong themselves, they have a strong family, a line of uncles and brothers that are feared across the West for their brutality, their violence, and most notably, their loyalty. This is especially jarring given that reader is the youngest in the family, so of course they would be overprotective over them, as weren't they just the baby of the family, their sweet lil pumpkin?

It's why they are second only to Outlaw himself in terms of criminality, notorious instead, however for how they are willing to kill for blood feud, and to wreak havoc in a bid to avenge anyone that crossed the path of their family member(s).

Now picture this: having heard of reader's abduction, to describe their reaction as fury, rage, even wrath, would all be an understatement. They would be getting together, coordinating a plan, and intending to shoot the damn bastard dead, as scum like him should pay for messing with the wrooong criminals.

Now this brings me to my question: what would Outlaw's reaction be to waking up one day to see not a trace of their darling, their hostage rescued by their cowboy brothers and uncles? (Or something more creative than this,, ^^"" ", i doubt that theyd leave him with lungs and eyes, let alone ALIVE after locating his whereabouts and saving their sweet lil pumpkin, thw baby of the family. My imagination can only take me so far an idk 😓💔)

Would Outlaw go after each individual member of the family down, on a furious witch-hunt in a bid to rescue their darling? After all, Outlaw has been on countless raids riding solo with nothing aside from a horse and his trusty shotgun, became infamous for being the West's deadliest gunslinger, has eliminated the wealthiest businessmen and robbed them of all their money, and made a career out of being a criminal.

Or would he accept defeat? This is clearly not a family to mess with, and it was a miracle that they hadn't put his beheaded head on a stake and set it on fire, condemnimg his corpse. He'd have to be a fool to risk this, wouldn't he? Was reader, his darling, really worth that risk?

Would love to hear your thoughts ! ☺️💞

ALSO SORRU FOE THE REALLY LONG ASKS I FEEL SO BAD BC I GDT CARRIED AWAY JDJSJAJAJASSS 😭😭🙏 PLS FORGIVR ME AAAAAAARRHEHSS

My sweet Anon, we simply must find a name for you ! Your ideas cannot go without an identity to which we can attribute their creation ^^. Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful mind with us <3 !

♡ This occurrence is very in-character for the Outlaw to encounter; albeit never on such an intimate level.

♡ He’s made enemies out of every criminal in the West – namely for resigning them to a life imprisoned while making off with his loot, gifting them a sentence he’d have served himself were he not so adept at the skill of escapism. In the early days when he first started working with other criminals, at least; he’d never make such a mistake now.

♡ You see, the Outlaw is the very definition of work smarter, not harder. So while he may seem as if he’s given up his pursual of you by hanging back, letting you go back to your family and re-integrate with civilised life, he’s tracking you. Watching you. Anticipating your every move.

♡ He’ll find you – eventually – but he won’t swoop in to retrieve you at the first opportunity; he knows that this will simply incur another rescue effort and his imminent execution.

♡ He’ll start to pick off the male authority figures in your family, starting with the weakest (however large and imposing they may be). 

♡ He knows that, without the leader, the pack will scatter, meaning that there will still be some of your family he missed during his executions – members who could still come looking for you upon discovering your kidnapping (again).

♡ Sure, picking off the weakest ones will put the strongest on-edge, but it keeps them packed together – around you – right where he wants them.

♡ The Outlaw knows of the Reader’s family’s reputation. He’s even met them during the occasional heist; opportunists by trade in their willingness to jump upon the corpse of the Outlaw’s victories as soon as his back is turned. But he also knows none are as keen and accurate a marksman as he, and he uses this to his advantage.

♡ While the Outlaw specialises in short-range firearms, he is more than capable with long-distance ones, too. And, once he lures your protectors away from you, he’ll ensure their execution is swift and unforeseen. He’ll perch atop a sturdy tree branch and steady himself, bringing the head of whoever fell for his diversion into the sights of a Whitworth he dusted off and brought from home.

♡ The minute he knows you’re all alone – that your uncles and brothers and cousins are too busy painting the town red with their bodies to stow you away – is when he’ll swoop in, plucking you out of bed and slinging you over his shoulder as he had all those months ago during your first meeting, winding you as he throws you atop his horse and bolting off into the horizon.

♡ So, to put it simply, Anon: yes. To the Outlaw, you are absolutely worth the effort.

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[dy6nsty]

Hiii!!!! 😝😝

I was thinking of a iii x reader where the reader is also a guitarist who plays for the band that opens for Sleep Token!! Like, he’d admire from afar at rehearsals and use their shared interests as an excuse to get closer, before he eventually has to confront the fact that he likes them!

Thank you so much!! I love your work ☺️☺️

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Of course my dove, and thank you ♥︎

III x GN!Reader. || ROM

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Recently, the band you were in was chosen to go on tour with Sleep Token. Promoting tickets, getting to know the band members, and more. It was fun and also a great opportunity to go on a trip/vacation.

The first day you and the other members arrived Australia and getting your thing settled in you always felt a pair of eyes on you. It was normal for a first time thing. People were awkward with first greetings and that was fine, you simply didn’t mind it.

You were chatting with one of the members known as IV, you mentioned that you played bass. To that he said they also have a bassist— as if you didn’t know that. But, you nodded and went along with it.

“He’s over there, III.” IV said proudly, pointing a finger over at III who stood still, calm and patient as everyone introduced themselves. You turned to stare at him. When you did IV was already beckoning him to come over.

The taller man made his way over, eyes glancing between you and IV. You returned it back, curiosity flowing over the both of you. “Y/n, nice to meet you, I heard you’re a bassist too?” You greeted him, extending a small hand which he shook hesitantly.

“I am.” He answered in a clear tone. The tension didn’t feel awkward, but neither did it feel as confident. You nodded, taking in his outfit. “I like your socks.” He looked down, checkered socks…

A faint laugh slipped from him as he nodded. “Thanks.” He replied with a smirk indenting through his mask.

.

. .

As you prepped up for the show/tour your interactions became more frequent. Talking about music, animals, plants, hobbies, dumb stories, scary stories, whatever there was to talk about you and him brought it up.

Rehearsal, he often came to watch— trying to be as subtle with it as he could. But it never worked, someone would catch him staring. Every time they did you’d give him a faint wave and a smile.

You couldn’t describe the way you felt about him, and neither could figure out how he felt about you. Smiling at your presence and memory, gushing and overthinking small things you do, the twinge of jealousy and guilt when others talk to you, his face flushing when you even slightly brush his shoulder. All of it was a mystery to him.

Now was one of those close moments. You and III in one of the rehearsals room when no one else was. It brought the two of you peace, basking in each others presence. Both guitars were set gently against the wall, sitting in your separate chairs, eyes on one-another.

“I actually listened to some of your music, you look good on stage.” He stared at you, the words hadn’t rendered in your mind, but you did mean them. He laughed softly, looking at you with interest and confusion at once.

“Yeah?” He asked. The words lingered through the air as your words finally came to conscious. “Yeah.” You answered back to him with a dumb smile, yet he liked that smile.

III dipped his head down than up, coming to acknowledge the affect your voice simply had on him. He turned his head away and cleared his throat, realizing he took to long staring at you. He didn’t know what to think now.

You sagged the guitar down as it dangled from your shoulders, straps around your body keeping it safe. “You’re impressive on stage. Playing guitar, acting out, all of it is amusing.” III felt his face heating up each minute you continued to compliment him.

What was he feeling? And why was he feeling like this?! He didn’t want to admit anything to you, nor did he want to believe he felt anything for you. His face red all the way to his ears, hands clammy, all he could do was nod slowly. You had this effect on him that he couldn’t speak. He was so—

Nervous. But a good nervous to that! Fuzzy feeling in the pits of his stomach and mind.

A shaky breath left his lips as he stared at your face. “Shit….” He muttered as he realized the predicament he found himself in.

You looked at him with a confused face, “Shit what?” You asked curiously. He shook his head and waved you off.

“I’ve gotta go, see you tomorrow?” He said as he got up, turning his head to you before he left the rehearsal room.

A smile, the smile he loved. You nodded and leaned back in your chair.

He should’t be trying to still keep this going, but you were addicting to him, stuck like honey and sugar to him.

He walked out of the room with a lovey smile on his face, chuckling to himself the more he thought about you.

“Fuck me…” He sighed.

He knew he’d be coming back to you in no time.

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#dy6 #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token imagine #sleep token x reader #iii x reader #iii sleep token #sleep token iii

[euphoricfilter]

hi love 💓 for the drabble game~ maybe to be festive hehe* "will you be my valentine?" or if not feeling that idea then maybe "oops, too late" with either namjoon or jungkook? au themes: dd/lg, vampire. ty in advance if possible to do ☺️ !

happy valentine’s day:

pairing: vampire! jungkook x vampire! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || established relationship || vampire au

summary: everyday is valentines day with jungkook

word count: 1.5k

tags/ warnings: fluff, soft vampy boyfriend! kook, mentions of blood/ consuming blood, injury that have been inflicted by jungkook on himself, slight dd/lg themes— he’s kinda just casually dominant and she’s very softy sub, manhandling, intended lowercase

notes: anything is possible my love!! so many options for me to choose from too, so i hope this is okay!! if you want me to write another with namjoon + the second sentence then let me know!! ~ prompts from this drabble game

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“will you be my valentine?”

jungkook feels you stop gnawing at his neck, lips detaching from his skin with a wet pop, eyebrows creasing.

he can’t tell if it’s from confusion, or him disturbing you when you’d finally settled down for the night; the prettiest little pyjama set clinging to your body, and the fluffiest little fox clung between your arms. buzzing world outside your four walls muted by the low hum of the television, both your chests deflating in unison with each breath you took. 

the both of you so in-tune with one another that Jungkook often wonders if your hearts beat languid with one another, if his blood runs through your veins like he can feels yours flow through his. connection deeper than that of flimsy words that taste sweet on his tongue though never sweet enough; not as sweet as your blood when he drinks from dainty wrists and delicate arteries.

your lips were a pretty shade of pink that he expects matches the color of his neck, tender skin tickled against the cool air when you pull your face away far enough he can no longer feel your warm breath fanning over his skin.

with a recent visit to the doctors, your sharp canines had been filed down— a mean way to stop you from puncturing any more holes into your boyfriend’s skin.

he wasn’t fussed, never minded when you got a little carried away, cute little fangs always a little sore that you couldn’t help but bite down on his neck, teething on a shoulder, even an arm would do. you never had been too picky.

really anything to alleviate the throbbing ache in your gums; and precious things like you always get a little carried away, especially when your precious little fangs sink a little further than you’d intended. sweet blood coating your tongue until you’re lapping it up off jungkook’s skin until you’re sated a sleepy. always an accident though you never minded the outcome.

however, your doctor hadn’t been all too happy with this revelation, and you’d curled into Jungkook’s side when the both of you had been berated, with your legs kicking out anxiously from atop of the medical table. because as much as you wanted to drink your boyfriend’s blood until you dozed off in his lap with his hands tangled in your hair— cow’s blood was a lot more nutritional.

since then, the two of you had been figuring out ways to work around this little dilema. you still had sore gums, only this time the worst you could do was give Jungkook a hickey and then cry pitiful crocodile tears until he slashed his palm open and let you feed off his blood.

Jungkook was a weak man and he couldn’t bare to see you crying. not when you tugged at his sleeve, begging him to pull his sweater off so you could get a small taste, only for your blunt canines to nibble over his skin; unable to do anything other than chew until his skin was painted red and purple and you were left hungry and fussy. hard to settle down of a night time and grouchy in the morning when you had to wake up for an early lecture.

“valentine?” you ask, finger running over your bottom lip in thought.

“yes, my valentine specifically” he confirms, “what do you think, baby?”

you nod, eyes meeting his own and you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips.

“why’d you look so unsure?” he whines, hands hooking under your arms, pulling you over his lap until your thighs are straddling his own— weight settled over his lap with grounding hands running up your sides until you shiver in sweet pleasure.

“i was just thinking” you start, fingers petting over the soft fur of your fox— a one year anniversary gift Jungkook had bought off a whim years ago, “you treat everyday like valentine’s day”

“that’s only because i love you” he coos, “and my pretty little baby deserves the best”

“i love you too” your nose scrunches up, a giggle bubbling up your throat when he presses a wet kiss to your cheek.

“yes to being my valentine then?”

“mmhmm” you nod, smile stretching out into a yawn.

“my sleepy baby” he croons, fingers brushing your hair from your face, “how about we get you to bed and kookie will plan you the best valentine’s day, yeah?”

he smiles against your forehead when you wrap your arms around his neck, “good girl”

Jungkook had always been meticulous with his planning, especially when it came to you. and when you’d told him he treated every day like valentine’s day, he took it upon himself to outdo what he does for you all the time.

you hadn’t seemed all that skeptical when he’d asked you to pick up next month’s worth of blood-bags alone— simply sending him a sticker in reply to his request without any further questions after your last lecture of the day.

he thinks you must have fully forgotten it was even valentine’s day to begin with when you open the door, eyes wide where he can’t tell if you’re simply overwhelmed or there’s little stars of interest dancing behind your irises.

“kook?” you ask, fumbling with the paper bag as you drop it on the kitchen table, any prior confusion morphing into pure wonder when you catch sight of the blankets laid out in the living room.

“hey baby” you jump, hand flying to your heart when your boyfriend almost skips out of the bedroom, arms piled with all your favorite plushies.

“is that from the bedroom?” you point to the mattress, eyes flitting between all the velvety blankets that shield the couch.

“yep” he smiles, dropping what you assume to be his second load of plushies onto the bedding, if the pile that already lined the back of the couch were any indication, “happy valentine’s day”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, arm weaving it’s way round your waist until your head knocks against his chest. heartbeat slowly thumping against your ear.

“you did all of this for me?” you tilt your head to look up at him.

“of course, i tried to bake cookies but they lost their shape, i thought you’d still like them with some milk”

“yes please” you nod, kicking your shoes off, Jungkook bending to pick them up— placing them beside his own by the front door before he’s slinking into the kitchen.

he places the plate in-front of you, keeping your cup of milk on the coffee table before he’s sitting down behind you, legs spread wide enough he has no problem tugging you between them.

“i tried salvaging them with icing, they don’t really look like hearts anymore” he cringes, hand running over the length of your thigh, fingers teasing the skin under your skirt.

“they’re pretty, thank you kookie” you tilt your head backwards, head knocking against his throat, and you can feel the vibration of his laugh when you place a gentle kiss to the stubble on the underside of his chin.

“i’m glad you like them” one of his hands hold your jaw, thumb brushing over delicate skin as you chew, humming as your feet wiggle; always happy when it comes to sweets.

“drink up, baby. hopefully this helps your pretty little fangs grow back stronger than before” he presses the cup to your lips, hold still firm on your head as he helps you tip it backwards; thumb brushing the little bit of milk that dribbles down your chin.

“they don’t hurt as much these days” you tell him, barely able to finish your sentence before you’re chewing on another cookie.

“do you think that teether helped?” he hums when you sink further into his chest.

you think about it for a moment, “maybe the ice one”

“i’ll buy you another one, they only had red last time— how about pink?”

“i like that”

“wanna hear my plan for the rest of the day?”

you blink, craning your neck to get a better look at his eyes, “plan?”

“this isn’t all we’re doing, i’ve planned the best valentines for my best girl”

“you’ve already done a lot for me though”

he presses a finger to your lips, “none of that. we’ll get you dressed all nice and pretty, i’ll even do your hair if you want, and then i called that little place in the park to make sure they’re open and you can pick whichever cake you want. and then we can open your gifts—“

“gifts?” you push yourself up, “what kind?”

“that’s a surprise, baby” he coos, firm kiss pressed to the corner of your lip, “and then i may or may not have bought you a new friend for bed and he’s all tucked in with your little fox”

“really?” you bounce a little, fingers grasping onto his arms, “thank you, thank you”

“come on” he pats your thigh, “kookie will dress you up in that cute pink dress you have and then we can go get cake and if you’re good then i’ll let you feed off me before bed”

💕 thank you for reading!! feedback is always encouraged, and happy valentines day!

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[riddle-me-ri]

I really love that tiktok dress post with the riddler I was wondering if you could do the same for the penguins? ☺️ would love to see their minds blown lol

A/N: I've been debating whether I should do one for the Penguins or not lol thanks for making it easier for me to choose. Hope y'all enjoy! Here’s a link to the website where you can get the dress and here’s the link to Heidi’s Tik Tok that inspired this idea in the first place. Here’s also the Riddlers reacting in case you missed it 😁 Oh also enjoy the two extra Ozzie's I've included 🐧💜

Trigger Warning: Highly suggestiveness…look at the dress like…c’mon and some crude language, mostly on my end cause kinda like the Riddler one it feels like I’m just telling y’all straight up what’s gonna happen rip and I have the vocab and diction of a sailor

The Penguins Reacting to Reader Wearing a TikTok Dress:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

This cheeky asshat.

Oh, he’s so fucking smug it’s not even funny.

His eyes are literally scanning your form up and down.

This Ozzie is also extremely handsy and groping every exposed inch of you every chance he gets.

He’ll ask you to spin yourself around to show off every part of the dress and your accentuated assets.

Honestly, wouldn’t put it past him to be the one who got it for you, but he wasn’t sure you’d have the guts to actually put it on.

He would insist you wear it when it’s a busy night at the Iceberg Lounge

Oz would want you walking around, strutting. 

They can look if they want, get distracted and have their money get swiped. 

If they even try to touch you, they’re dead.

“Don’t worry love, everyone here knows your mine, they treat you any less than the gorgeous bird you are, I’ll kill ‘em.”

Reevesverse/ Farrell Penguin:

Once you walk in wearing the dress, you immediately have him speechless. 

He puts his hand to his heart, making sure it’s still beating. That he hasn’t just up and died in his sleep.

“Bellissima…” He puts down his cigar and is automatically waving you to come closer. 

“I need to make sure you’re real, sweetheart.” 

He makes you blush more than you expected to make him blush. 

Oz is full of praises as he stands up, holding your hand, and twirls you around so he can see all of you.

He contemplates whether or not he wants to see you out in his club like this. 

Sure he wants to show you off, but he’s possessive and if you were to go out there, you’d have to stick to his side 24/7 (which you do anyway)

“You look gorgeous in anything you put on. But right now, this one is my favorite, just second behind you wearing nothing.”

He snickers as you playfully  his shoulder, but you both know it’s true. 

Expect Ozzie to go searching for more variety of this type of dress and gifting ALL of them to you. 

Gotham Penguin:

He’s literally flabbergasted. 

There’s no way this was your idea, surely some set up with Tabitha or Barbara. 

Whether that’s true or not, he’s brain is still short-circuiting. 

His mouth is constantly opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

His eyebrows furrow in confusion for some minutes. How does a dress like that even work? 

You’re gonna have to get closer to him and snap him out of it.

But you gotta be quick, once he’s conscious you gotta make sure he doesn’t get lost again.

You offer some conversation, “d-do you like it Oswald?” 

It takes him a minute to come back to lucidity, but he finally starts making sentences…somewhat.

“I-I uh, um, i-it’s stunning y-you look stunning! W-where did you get that?” 

“I found it out while shopping with Tabby.” 

Oz rolls his eyes he figured as much. 

He won’t allow anyone to see you in the dress, this view is for his eyes only. 

If anyone even caught you putting on socks, he’d kill them. Just imagine if they even caught a sliver of a glance of you in this dress. 

Something feral and possessive comes over him at the thought. 

The dress teases just enough to show all his favorite areas to kiss and nibble on you. 

He does love the dress but he needs it off of you – like now.

Batman the Animated Series Penguin:

Also another one stunned into speechlessness. 

You’re lucky if you get anything like a squawk out of him. 

Even his birds got silent when they saw you.

“M-M-My goodness…” such a soft boy, takes off his hat and is literally trying to wipe away the sweat with a handkerchief. 

“Do you like it?” You gave him a 360 spin so he could take it all in. 

I don’t know why but I can see him getting a nosebleed? His face is fire engine red and his blinking rapidly as if trying to make sure his eye balls don’t stretch out like a Tex Avery cartoon. 

“I-I-...I’m speechless, darling. You look absolutely alluring like a siren…” He breathes out breathlessly. 

You can’t help but giggle at his gentle and polite nature. He was just too damn sweet for his own good sometimes. 

This Ozzie will also be strongly opposed to anyone seeing you in the dress. He’s definitely one of the more possessive Oswalds (I genuinely think they all are pretty possessive and greedy)

He's honestly just so gobsmacked that you're with him and that you love him. The fact you love him enough to do things like this to surprise him and bless him with your beauty.

The New Batman Adventures: 

(I honestly wasn’t sure whether to add this one or not, the design is different and it's considered like both a revamped season of BTAS but also it's own thing since it takes place two years after events in BTAS, and the DVD collection just calls TNBA season 4?? so idk but he does have some difference to BTAS so there's that)

He's taken aback. You could hear his audible gasp.

Oz's mouth hangs for a second in just awe. 

"My, my, my…my gorgeous dove…you look absolutely ravishing."  

He may be speechless and stunned but at least he's more capable of functioning speech. 

Oz walks over to you, his eyes admiring you up and down as he circles around you. 

He removes his gloves and reaches out to hold you. He's surprised just how sheer and thin the material is. It's almost like he's just touching your skin. 

He is absolutely beaming with pride and adoration. 

He definitely doesn't mind either or if you wore it out to the Iceberg Lounge. 

He wouldn't mind showing off to everyone in Gotham that your gorgeous being was his. 

But he'd also be pleased to keep it as a naughty secret between the two of you

Also much like Farrell Oz, expect him to probably give you more dresses in a similar fashion for you to try on. 

Telltale Penguin: 

Also another cheeky asshat

He's dumbfounded but only for a second.

"Holy shit, love. What brought all this on?"

He's immediately up and on his feet to take a closer look. 

When you tell him it was just something you found and thought he may enjoy, he snickers.

"Oh, I do definitely enjoy it, love. Absolutely breathtaking, you are." 

He's quick to have his hands all over you. His calloused hands running up and down your sides.

Feeling just how little the fabric is. He could easily tear it off you in a heartbeat but he decides against it.

He wants to be able to see you wear this again. 

He's more determined than ever to leave love bites where your skin is exposed through the sheer fabric.

A part of me sees him both wanting to show you off smugly to his colleagues but also doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing most of you like this. 

If you want to wear it out with him, he won't argue, but you can guarantee if anyone disrespects you in any way, he won't hesitate to knock their lights out. 

And introducing a new Penguin to the roster…One Bad Day Penguin (cause he can fucking get it, but no worries, no spoilers but if you’ve read it you’re in for a treat, and if you haven't yet, I genuinely can't recommend it enough) 

One Bad Day Penguin: 

Damn, just when he thought you couldn't be anymore attractive. 

You've already got him wrapped around your finger, and now he's wrapped up that much tighter. 

You were drop dead gorgeous. The exotic dancers at his club never could hold a candle to you.

And you in this dress further confirms that statement. 

You saunter your way over closer to him. Giving him a 360° turn. 

"What do you think, Ozzie?"

"I think I'm the luckiest man on the planet.." he replies with no hesitation. 

When you're close enough, his arms are immediately wrapped around you. 

"Damn, it's like you're not wearing anything at all…" He mutters as his hands roam across your skin. His finger tracing along the sheer patterns of the dress. 

His breathing is hitched and his touch to your skin was electrifying. 

It's a miracle he's keeping it together as well as he does. 

He usually adores showing you off but this dress may have to be just between you two. 

Oz can't guarantee he won't rip off anyone and everyone's head that lingered their eyes a little too long on you. 

In moments like this, so intimate and tense from arousal. 

He can definitely feel the little animal in him ready to pounce on you, immediately. 

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[jahayla-parker]

okay- i've had this thought stuck in my mind for a while now so hear me out

freddy carter x fem.reader and they're out exploring the city they're visiting and he's constantly taking photos of her candid and posed and its just sooo cute<33

if you dont feel it, dont worry about it!

Through Every Season: Freddy Carter x Reader

(Fics + SMAUs) Part 1

Description: Traveling with your boyfriend Freddy entails lots of candid and posed photos but you wouldn’t have it any other way. SMAUs and small fics / blurbs

Warnings: none I can think of!

So Tumblr doesn’t let me do more than 10 photos or one video per post 🙄 so… the collages would be one post. Aka you’d be swiping left to go from left to right in the order of top row to bottom for each collage as if it were one Insta post but it had to be one single photo for tumblr 😤

Pt 2 here

Freddy’s Instagram Profile

——SMAU Post One——

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freddycarter1: In the City of Love with my love 💞

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amitasuman_: bloody hell @/yourusername 🔥

archierenaux3: love how you’re not even in any of these 😂

calahan.skogman: excuse me, that’s clearly his sexy arm in the 5th one 🙄

kittheyounger: damn she’s beautiful

freddycarter1: je suis d'accord!

yourusername: mon bel amour de ma vie 😘

——Fic 1——

“No, stop Freddy!” Y/n giggled, covering her face as her boyfriend too another photo of her.

“But love, the sun is hitting so well off the tower” Freddy laughs, tickling her.

She squirms into his embrace while laughing, “I think you need to photograph the tower then not me babe”.

Freddy shakes his head, “you’re too adorable, please? It doesn’t have to be a candid shot “.

Y/n blushes, adjusting her hat, “alright, alright, just don’t start with those irresistible puppy eyes”.

He smirks and nods as he refocuses his camera, “ready when you are”.

Freddy smiles to himself as she pretends to blow his camera a kiss, creating the perfect portrait of his love in the couple’s favorite city.

——SMAU Post Two——

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freddycarter1: Previously on Candids and Cameras 📸🖤

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lbardugo: I’d definitely pay to watch this series 😌

calahan.skogman: don’t know which of you two I’m most jealous of, it’s not fair 😒

yourusername: numb.2 may be my new lock screen 😘

kittheyounger: would’ve lost that bet I figured it would’ve been #8

yourusername: you’d win a consolation prize as that is my home screen wallpaper 😇

amitasuman_: these adventures look so fun, let me third wheel next time haha

——Fic 2——

“I love you so much” y/n mumbles, tightly holding Freddy’s hand as they walk down the street.

He glances over at her, stopping so he can face her, “I love you too precious”.

She leans in to give him a kiss but pauses, making him let out a disappointed and confused huff.

Y/n chuckles, “I want to try something”.

Freddy nods slowly as he watches her grab the camera he bought her out of her bag.

He waits patiently despite his curiosity and soon he realizes what she’s doing.

She’d set up her camera on the park bench beside them, tilted to capture them in the frame.

Y/n blushes as she walks back to him, “I think it could be cute…”

Freddy smiles as he admires her creativity and nervousness, “I have no doubts about that dear”.

——SMAU Post Three——

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freddycarter1: Bringing my home to my home 🥰

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yourusername: they say home is where the heart is… but God I love the English 🇬🇧💙

tommyae: glad she replaced you as mum’s favorite 😉

freddycarter1: not even surprised 🙂

yourusername: stooppp Tom 😭

lbardugo: y/n you’re so stunning dear

yourusername: I happen to have a pretty amazing photographer☺️😉

——Fic 3——

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked for the thousandth time that night.

Freddy rolled his eyes lightheartedly and nodded yet again, “yes love, my parents adored you”.

She blushes and nods, biting her lip silently.

Freddy sighs, standing up and walking to her as she stood next to her dresser as she removed her jewelry from the family dinner tonight.

“I know you’re still doubting me y/n/n, so I’ll confess, you replaced me as my mum’s favorite” Freddy whispered, kissing her shoulder tenderly.

“Poor Tommy” y/n laughs, her teeth sinking deeply into her bottom lip as she grinned at his compliment.

“Tommy?! I’m the one you replaced” he teased, squeezing her hips.

“Yeah but if that’s true, it means he’s now her third favorite” y/n laughed.

Freddy smiled brightly, wrapping his arms around her, “I’m so glad you came home with me”.

“I love it here Freddy, truly. Thank you for bringing me” she sighed, turning to kiss his cheek.

——SMAU Post Four——

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freddycarter1: I love her the way she loves waterfalls and the beach 🌊

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yourusername: Frederick. James. Carter. I love you more than waterfalls and beaches. And you damn well better know that you beach😝

freddycarter1: 💀 Ily darling

amitasuman_: this has become a y/n fan page and I’m here for it 👏

freddycarter1: as if there was any other choice 💁‍♂️

——Fic 4——

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of traveling with you dear” Freddy promised, laying down next to y/n on the warm sand.

“Good, because I don’t want to travel without you” she blushed, moving to lay her head on his chest.

Freddy grinned at her, softly pulling sand from her hair.

“God I love the beach” she mumbled quietly, one hand wrapped in his while the other dived into the sand.

He laughed, “believe me, I’m well aware. Why do you think we’re here?”.

She smirked, “because you love me”.

Freddy nodded, “more than anything”.

——SMAU Post Five——

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freddycarter1: Introducing my snow queen❄️

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yourusername: not featured is poor Freddy having to help me warm up when I start to become an icicle 😇🤗

freddycarter1: I’m never going to reject cuddling before the fireplace your majesty 👑

amitasuman _: suddenly you guys being MIA this winter makes sense! Jealous of all the traveling🥹

kittheyounger: OTP ♾

——Fic 5——

“Aaahh why does snow have to be soooo cold?” Y/n asked rhetorically.

Freddy shook his head as he laughed at her, “if it wasn’t it would just be water, dear”.

She glared playfully at him, her eyes softening as he draped an oversized blanket around her body.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” She joked, poking Freddy’s cheek with her cold finger.

Freddy chuckled, grabbing her hands and cupping them in his as he brought them to his lips so he could warm them with his breath.

——SMAU Post Six——

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freddycarter1: Constantly falling🍂

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yourusername: so grateFALL for you Freddy🤎

calahan.skogman: no, not autumn puns you two 👎

lbardugo: you guys somehow get cuter every season

freddycarter1: she’ll forever be loml through every season 🫶

——Fic 6——

“Fall may be my favorite season, but you’re my favorite person” y/n hummed, cuddled up in Freddy’s arms as they lounged on their sofa.

He laughed sweetly, the sound calming to y/n.

“A bit cheesy my love, but I’m honored to even be compared to your love of autumn “.

She rolled her eyes, playing with his hand under the blankets, “Frederick Carter, you better be joking. I love you more than any season”.

Freddy blushed and buried his face in the crook of her neck, “I could say the same to you, darling”.

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[elirastudio]

I've been struck with inspiration again, and I've also figured out how to use the italics!

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It had been a long time since Macaque has felt such a rage, something heavy and poisonous on his tongue.

The Generals knew better than to inquire after their king when they saw his fur bristled on end and his fangs just barely concealed in a snarl.

Macaque didn't have to worry about Xiaotian seeing him in such a state, as he had sent a text to his father earlier letting him know that he would be going out with Mei and Red Son for the evening.

"I will be elsewhere meditating, unless it's an emergency I do not wish to be disturbed."

The shadow was met with bowed heads, and that was all he needed before dropping into a shadow and departing.

-

On the other side of the shadow Macaque barely registers the woodland around him. He can't bring himself to care, the only thing he cares about is that there's no mortals around.

Violet sparks come off his person as shadows broke away from him, ripping trees from where they stood and crushing boulders to meager pebbles.

Too much time passes before the amount of destruction around him sates his wrath, just barely. He'll have to send a written apology to the local land god, but that's the least of his concerns.

Macaque sat upon the earth, trying to maintain his breathing. Shadows swirled up from where he sat, hissing venomously.

Poison MY son against me?

How dare he?

Macaque dismissed them with a flick of his tail, reminding himself to breathe. To think.

"And He LOVES you. That's why he hasn't questioned me once, right?"

Thinking about how confident Wukong sounded made another growl rattle his throat.

Before he could fall down another whirlwind of angry hisses a small memory in the back of his head and all at once it felt like an ocean’s worth of ice water had been dumped over his form.

Xiaotian's imaginary friend, the one that made him whisper in the middle in the night. Even when he was a teeny thing, Xiaotian would giggle and coo at empty spaces arms stretched like he was greeting a playmate.

No. No, his brothers told him that was normal for children. But now everything made so much more sense, it stung but it clicked.

Wukong wouldn't do that

A small part of him pleads, the one that still called the golden monkey his king.

Wukong wouldn't be that cruel

Macaque desperately wanted to believe that, but he knew better now. The shadow hunched over, burying his face in his hands.

His Xiaotian has always been a kind soul, something that always made the demon feel the need to wrap him up and away from a world that would use him and throw him away.

And yet, for some god forsaken reason he didn't think about the possibility of the most dangerous being in the three realms warping his son's mind.

What was it? Pure delusion? Did it even matter now?

His whole being shook with the shame of being so blind to what was under his nose the whole time.

Wukong was right.

Macaque looked upwards, seeing the stars that had shone in rebellion of the dark, unforgiving night sky that threatened to consumed them.

He couldn't sit here and wallow, not when his little star needed him.

Macaque forced his legs to lift him up, his fists clenched at his side.

He didn't know if he could fix whatever damage Wukong inflicted on his son over the years, but he'd be damned if he was going to give his son up without a fight

There we go I was waiting for this ✨💕💕💕😖

Perfect we will keep this 💕 thank you sweetie for always having my back☺️✨✨

Alright my sweeties, who’s ready to set the monkey king free😌✨

#ask #sun wokung #shadowpeach #six eared macaque #qi xiaotian #shadow king

[bytheangell]

hello elle! i've noticed you haven't posted as much as usual and i figured that's something every writer goes through but i'm rooting for you! right now i'm trying to work on a waywood longfic that i hope to start posting this year 😅

hope things go fine for you, you always have my best wishes. since you said you're open to anything, maybe do you feel like to write more waywood? you'll have my enthusiasm and joy supporting you 😆

from the prompt list you posted, some i felt that waywood could go for were 4, 5, 7, 22, 47, 189 and 193. of course, you should only write what you feel like writing ☺️

(Read on AO3)

People always say that children can be cruel, but they often overlook the fact that they take after the equally heartless adults who raise them.

It was one thing when the other students taunted Robert for his family history - whenever he does too well, or too poorly, it’s either ‘good to know you’re smarter than a worm’ or ‘what did you expect from a Lightworm?’. Robert was used to that. No matter how far his family came, no matter how much distance they put between themselves and Benedict’s legacy, it never seemed to be enough.

It was another thing to have one of the Institute’s Professors step in to break up a fight and say “Why am I not surprised to find a Lightwood at the heart of another problem?” when Robert had done nothing wrong. He’d never done anything wrong. He’d done nothing but his best to keep turning his family name into something positive, something to be proud of. It was never enough. He was never enough.

And the one person who thought Robert was enough, Robert pushed away.

Robert didn’t wait for the Professor to finish before he turned, started running, and didn’t look back.

Robert hadn’t spoken to Michael in days now… or was it weeks? And yet in this moment, getting more lost by the second as he made his way through the pitch-black forest, everything inside of him screamed for Michael’s company.

Robert tripped over a root, or a rock and fell hard to the ground below. He felt a cut across his knee, the pain of a twisted muscle in his wrist, and even though he could get up if he wanted to he chose not to. He sat there, on the cold, hard ground, and his heart, mind, and soul all yearned for Michael to be by his side.

He didn’t know how long he sat there. He thought he may just stay on the ground forever, honestly. The next thing Robert knew, he heard the crunching of branches approaching, and then Michael was by his side.

“You’re hurt,” Michael said, reaching down for Robert. It wasn’t a question.

“Why are you here?” Robert asked, pulling his arm away from Michael’s reach and immediately regretting the action as a new sting of pain traveled from his wrist up the length of his arm.

“You’re hurt,” Michael repeated.

“The last time we spoke…” Robert trailed off.

“You were a proper asshole,” Michael confirmed, already pulling out his stele.

“Then why are you here?” Robert repeated.

“Because I could feel you out here, Robert. Hurting. Calling for me through our bond, whether you meant to or not. We’re parabatai…” Michael hesitated, but only for a second before pushing forward. “...and I love you. I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael held his stele over Robert’s healing rune, looking at Robert expectantly. Even after all this, he wanted to respect any boundaries Robert might set. Robert nodded slowly, closing his eyes against the comforting sensation of his parabatai activating his rune spread through him.

He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure what he could say that would excuse his past actions, or show Michael the sort of appreciation he deserved for staying even now. Why should Michael bother to come all the way out here and help the person who kept trying to push him away?

But Michael was his Parabatai, and Robert should’ve known better than to think he’d have to say anything at all. In the silence that fell between them, Michael seemed to read his mind.

“I will always choose you, Robert. Even if you won’t always choose me.”

Robert didn’t deserve Michael, didn't deserve his reassurance and comfort... but just as Michael chose to be here, Robert could choose to accept it. 

And he did.  

#robert lightwood #michael wayland #waywood #tsc #shadowhunters #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #I fused two of these together for this one #it's been ages since I've written them so I hope it's alright <3 <3 #and I hope your fic writing and life in general is going well!! #ask rune #inquisitor-of-the-circle

[blossom-adventures]

It’s @hauntedadagium’s birthday soon! Happy birthday to you my friend! You are a wonderful, wonderful person and I’m so pleased to have become your friend, to celebrate your big day I thought I’d write you a little something ☺️💙

I hope you have a great day 🌸😘

And also it’s my first real attempt at anything remotely steamy ☺️ I hope it reads right

Late Night Visit!

Standing on your balcony gave you a vantage point over most of Gralea, everything from the hospital at the edge of the city to your left, the Magi-Tech factories to your right and directly ahead was the Emperor’s Palace.

You let out a long sigh as you leant against the railing, looking down at your phone and the last text you received

Happy Birthday, my love, see you tonight, A

The text had been sent in the morning almost as soon as a courier had delivered a large box to your apartment, a present from your love; a large bouquet of flowers and the most expensive wine and chocolates you’d ever received, the card that came with it said that he would pick you up for dinner at 6 this evening… but 6pm was nearly 2 hours ago, and you hadn’t received another text or phone call from him all day, normally he would send the odd text during the day, even if it was just telling you that he loved you, but today of all days you had heard nothing.

He never liked you worrying about him, he had said as much in the past, but it was hard not to sometimes, especially when he would turn up at your door, eyes black and struggling to stay composed. It didn’t happen often but when it did, he always came to you for comfort.

Maybe he’s been busy… he’s a busy man after all… or he lost his phone… yeah, that’s possible too… but he has a phone in his office…

You watch the sun set before returning to the inside of your apartment, closing and locking the glass door behind you, even though the street lights kept Deamons at bay, you always kept the doors and windows shut at night, for your own piece of mind. You drop onto the sofa and look at the flowers you had put in a vase that morning, all of your favourites, he must have picked each one himself. The more you look at them, the more you feel your worry bubble to the surface, so you look away, focusing instead on drumming your fingers on the arm of the leather sofa.

It got to 9pm before you heard some movement on the balcony, you assume it’s one of the smaller Deamons so paid little attention, until a gentle tapping on the glass made you look around. Looking through the thin curtains you could see a familiar figure in his long black coat and hat.

“Ardyn…” you scramble to your feet and rush to unlock the door, once you swing the door open he steps in, “Ardyn, where…” you were silenced in mid sentence by him taking your face in his hands and kissing deeply, you let out a little moan as you melt into his embrace as he moves his left hand to snake around your waist and his right moves to hold the back of your neck. He finally pulled away a few inches, after what felt like ages, to allow you both to catch your breath

“Forgive my lateness, something came up, unavoidable” he explained before he kissed you again on the lips and then moved along your jaw and down your neck. As he moved towards your collarbone you catch a glimpse of a couple of black veins disappearing under his messy red hair. That explains everything, you thought as you place a gentle kiss on one of them

“Ardyn, do you want to talk about it?”

“About what, my love?” He mumbled against the low neckline of your shirt, his hot breath ticking just above your cleavage, making you shiver.

“I can see some black veins along your hair line… bad day?” You whisper, your voice trembled as you try to keep your breath steady, he stopped kissing you for a moment and stood to his full height, he usual smirk had gone “are you alright?”

“Please don’t make this about me” he said firmly, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, his gold eyes sparkled in the dim light of your apartment “it has already taken up enough of your birthday… I want tonight to be about you… no one else”

“But…” he stopped you saying anything else with another passionate kiss, your hands roam along his chest and up to his shoulders, pushing his long coat off as you do so, he shrugged it off so it fell into a heap on the floor, you reach up to his head and knock his hat off next, running your fingers through his thick hair as you do. He finally moves away from your lips, allowing you to catch your breath

“Ardyn…” his name came out in a moan as his hands roam across your body as much as his lips were, “how about, we open that wine you bought me,” he hummed against your shoulder and let go of you

“I’d never pass on the offer of wine, my love”

Once 2 large glasses were poured you both sit down on the sofa and have a moment to enjoy the rich red wine

“So my love… what do you want to do this evening? How can I make it up to you for being so terribly late?” Ardyn set his wine glass down and ran his hand up your leg “we never went out for dinner,” he added, almost as an afterthought

“We could order something?” You suggest, “have it brought here”

“Hmmm, we could, order what ever you want, I’ll pay”

While you quickly put in an order on your phone for your favourite food, Ardyn got up and collected his hat and coat, pulling his wallet out of an inside pocket and then hanging them up on the coat hooks by your apartments front door

“Well, I’ve ordered, it should be here in the next 30 minutes”

“So what can we do in 30 minutes?” Ardyn asked, giving you a knowing smirk

“I can think of a couple of things” you kiss him on the cheek, before taking his hand and leading him towards your bedroom. “You’ll need to loose a bit more clothing though, Ardyn” he chuckled, the sound of his laugh sent shivers up your spine, as it always did

“Anything for you, my dear” he purred as he shut the door behind him.

I think this is going to be the most smutty I’ll ever get in my writing, so I’m sure you can imagine what they get up to in the bed room, let your imagination run wild! 😉

Hope you like this little present @hauntedadagium and I hope you have a good Birthday ☺️💙🌸

#blossom writes #💙🌸 #happy birthday hauntedadagium #ffxv #ffxv ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn x reader

[neyswxrld]

Hi! I thought it would be fun to invite some peeps to share a lil about themselves if they so desire. Absolutely feel free to delete this without a second thought! ☺️ But if it pleases the jury…

What do you like to do most on tumblr — write, draw, read, etc?

Any favorite fics, with a tiny summary and why they’re so good? It’s ok if it’s your own! 😜

Three of your favorite blogs to follow and why?

Favorite SW character and why?

Ok, I suppose I’m done interrogating. 🤓 Toodle-oo!

ohhh, hello, hello! 👋🏻

hehe thanks for the questions, i'll try to keep it short! i take that back

1. at the moment i don't really do anything else than reading fics and looking at fan art here, but i'll try my best to let people know how much i enjoy their stuff, hehe! (and who knows, maybe there are some things in progress at the moment so i can share some stuff of my own too, sometimes! 👀)

2. i think there are so many great fic writers here on tumblr! the fics are so different and all sound so interesting! i have a list on which i paste all the links to fics i wanna read so i don't lose them and it gets longer every day. 😄

but i think my favorite fic at the moment is Raising Dominoes by @superlarva! it has a modern setting, rex finds out he is the father of echo and fives and suddenly he has to raise two kids. even though there are heavy topics in this fic, there are also so much sweet, precious moments and i really like how well rex is handling things, even though he's still a little bit overwhelmed by everything, i think. the fic is still progressing but it makes my day, every time a new chapter is online!

3. three blogs i like follow and why? oh my.

i think @isthereanechoinhere96 is the first one who comes in my mind. i really enjoy to read the fics and there are always some new things posted! for example the eksy on vacation thingy! there's fan art and fics and other projects that are made with so much love and i appreciate that with all of my heart!

i think another blog i really like is yours, hehe.

i think you're such a good writer and i really appreciate your fics. i'm always happy to see, that you posted something new. and you share a lot of things. i always come across something new with you and you drop in so many inboxes and share your love and kindness and i think that is so nice! (@freesia-writes)

last but not least there's @arctrooper69. that was one of my first blogs to follow and there are so many new fics all the time. whether they are self written or some kind of reblog, but i always find something new i haven't already read there! so if you want to find good fics, go there and dig through that blog, hehe! 🤭

4. i think i don't really have a favorite star wars character. there are so many different figures in so many different media, that i always find someone new. but i think i'll decide for the clones here. they all have a big place in my heart and i can't really decide which one is my favorite, because they are all so unique and special and great! i totally depends on my mood and what i need today, buuut i think at the most times i'm an echo girlie, i mean look at his eyes. he's just a grumpy tooka that has his own experiences and values and lives upon them. he's great.

[baronessblixen]

Since you were looking for an angsty prompt for #fictober I decided to send you one that I saw over on @angsty-plots

“Come on M/S," she/he breathed out slowly, glancing at the now setting sun. "You said you'd come back.”

Maybe you like it — and it would still work with one of your sweet endings. ☺️

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope I succeeded with the angst. It's yet another "how did Mulder and Scully get home from Antarctica" story.

Fictober Day 3 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1526.

We Will Find Our Way Home

“You have to stay awake,” Scully presses the words through her cracked, half-frozen lips. She doesn’t know if she’s talking to Mulder, who lies inert in her arms, or to herself. Her eyelids are heavy, threaten to close any second. If it weren’t for her chattering teeth, she’s certain that her body would have already given in. Like Mulder’s.

She looks down at her partner who is quiet and unnervingly still. Her hand trembles as she lifts it and her fingertip is so cold that she fears she won’t feel his pulse even if there is one. She sighs in relief when she finds it and feels it beating against her skin.

“Mulder,” she says with difficulty. “We need to- we have to-” But what is there to do? Where to go? Scully observes their surroundings and finds nothing but white. Behind them is the sinkhole that almost took them. They’ve cheated death once today. What if they’re out of luck now?

“Mulder,” she says again, trying to jostle him. He groans. “Stay. Awake,” she adds.

“’m awake,” he says.

“We need to get moving.” It won’t be long until the sun sets. Once it does, their chances of survival will be zero. “How did you get here?” She asks him and he glances at her, his eyes a deep dark forest green, framed by frosted eyelashes. “Mulder, I need you to work with me here.” Her lips hurt from speaking, but as long as she still feels pain she knows she’s alive.

“Sno-Cat. I have a Sno-Cat.” He turns in her arms and groans, trying to get up. Scully helps him as well as she can, but her strength hasn’t returned yet. She remains sitting there, missing Mulder’s warmth against her. There’s a bone-deep pain in her legs that drives tears to her eyes. Even if there is shelter, and even if they can find it, how is she going to get there?

“I can’t see it,” Mulder says, sounding confused. “It should be here, I- I know it was here.” Scully nods even though Mulder isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at the snow desert, at the nothingness that surrounds them. If they don’t get moving soon, they will die right here where they are. They might die anyway, Scully figures as she hoists herself up, convinced something inside her is breaking apart, but they won’t sit here and wait for it.

Mulder takes her hand into his and his touch hurts, reminding her that they’re fighting against time. He looks down at her and a worried crinkle appears on his forehead. He touches her bottom lip, his finger gently running over it.

“Cracked,” he says. “Blue. Almost as blue as your eyes.”

“We need to get going,” she says, ignoring his obvious delirium. If he breaks down again, they’re lost. They cannot lose any more time. “Doesn’t hurt,” she lies. “We need to go find the Sno-Cat.”

Every step borders on torture. Mulder has put his arm around her shoulders and she has hers around his waist. They’re holding each other up, knowing that one false step will be their demise. More tears dwell in her eyes. A year ago, she thought about dying every day. She didn’t let her cancer slow her down, but here in the snow, the elements against them, she has no choice.

There’s nothing she can do. They will die here. With every step they take, the thought becomes louder in her mind. How silly of her to think they could outrun it. They could have stayed where they are and it wouldn’t have made a difference. No matter where they go, there’s nothing but white ahead of them.

To their right, the sun is beginning to set, casting them in an orange hue. She didn’t want to die in a hospital, wilting away. Now she realizes she doesn’t want to die here either, taken by the cold, by the injustice of it all. But she knows that she will.

“Scully, I never thought I’d say this but… you’re heavy. Hey, you’re still with me?” He stops walking and she slumps against him.

“What’s the point?” She asks, clinging to him. His coat is wet and cold, but she imagines there’s still warmth underneath it all. Still her Mulder. She should be thankful that he’s here. She won’t be dying alone. When she closes her eyes, he will be here, holding her hand.

“Hey,” he says and his voice sounds like a scream in her ear, startling her. “Don’t do this, Scully. Don’t give up. I didn’t come all this way to have you give up on me. Look over there.” With his hands under her arms, he lifts her and helps her stand upright. She can’t see much through half-lidded, half-frozen eyes. There’s a black blob in the distance that she can’t make sense of no matter how hard she tries.

“That’s our safe haven. All you gotta do is hold on for a little while longer. We’re almost there.”

“I can’t, Mulder.”

“Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know, Scully. You can do this.”

“No, I can’t. There’s no point. You go and I- I’ll just…”

“I won’t leave you here. Come on, get on my back.”

“Mulder you were unconscious an hour ago. You can’t carry me.”

“Watch me.” He falls to his knees in front of her. “Get on.”

“No.”

“Scully, if you don’t get on my back right now, I will pick you up and carry you. I’ve done it before, I can do it again. Scully?”

She stares at him, the tear that has escaped her eye freezing on its way down her cheek. “No,” she says softly. “You go.”

“Scully, I won’t-” She puts a hand on his chest.

“You go. You said it’s not far. I will wait here. Go. Please, Mulder. Just go.” For a moment she fears he won’t do it. That he’ll pick her up and attempt to carry her. She knows that would be the end for them. This way there’s a chance. Maybe not for both of them, but for him. She keeps her expression steady, hoping that for once Mulder will just listen to her.

“I hate this,” he says, anger evident in his voice. “I will be right back, Scully. Do not- fuck, do not move. I will be back before you know it.” Then he starts running. Scully watches him, her arms slung tightly around her own body. She won’t be able to hold herself up much longer, but she waits until Mulder is no more than a small object in the distance.

Her knees give in and she wills herself to keep her body upright. Don’t lie down, don’t lie down, becomes her new mantra. It doesn’t last. She has many regrets that rush through her mind. None are tangible. She thinks of her mother, her brothers, and of Mulder. Her last thought before her eyes drift shut before she does give in, is of how they almost kissed in his hallway, of how he looked at her. Now she knows it was love.

*

“Come on, Scully," he breathes out slowly and one of her eyes cracks open, seeing him glance at the setting sun. Any minute now the darkness will swallow them. Will swallow her.

“You said you’d come back,” she says weakly, attempting a smile.

“Of course, I came back,” he says, picking her up. This time she doesn’t complain and lets him. She settles in his arms, breathing heavily. Her lungs are burning and her cheeks feel like they’re on fire, despite the cold.

“Help will be here soon,” he says, walking slowly, his breath hitting the sensitive skin on her face. “Until then we will get warm in the Sno-Cat. Okay? Scully, you hear me?”

“I hear you.” They’ve made it. He puts her down in the Sno-Cat, taking off her coat carefully before he wraps her in a warm fleece blanket, rubbing her arms.

“I need you to stay awake, okay? Just like you told me to do earlier. You’re the doctor here. Can you do that?”

She nods. “Thank you,” she says, shivering.

“Thank you,” Mulder says, engulfing her in his arms. “For not giving up.” The softest smile pulls her lips upwards, causing slight pain. It’s just like she thought: underneath it all, he is warm and he’s here with her.

“Stay with me, Scully,” he whispers into her hair. “I can administer mouth to mouth again if I have to but let me be honest, next time my lips touch yours, I want us both to be conscious and not half dying. Okay?”

“Okay.” Hope flutters in her chest. Next time. There will be a next time; there will be more for them than this. Against all odds, they won’t die here in the snow.

“Do you want me to sit here and hold you quietly or want me to tell you a story to keep you awake?”

“Story, please,” she says. Mulder gets comfortable, tightens his arms around her, and starts talking.

There’s a happy ending.

#fictober2022 #i wanna write more angst #unless this isn't angsty #but i wanna write more of these #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[lacontroller1991]

Math Tutor (Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader)

Requested by anon: I guess canonically it's not true but you could accept a request about Johnny being good at math and surprising everyone because they didn't expect that? Please and thx ☺️

Author's Note: I feel like Johnny was really smart but then he found popularity and being book smart don't really match so I honestly think he would've sacrificed his grades for popularity. Then dropped out of college because he put alcohol before studying.

I also changed it up a little so I hope you don't mind!

Main Master List Cobra Kai Master List

Warnings: Language

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“Goddamn it!” You huff in frustration, crumbling the sixteenth piece of paper in a row, trying to figure out the math problem. It’s not like you don’t know how to do it, because you do, but for some reason, you are missing something with each problem and you don’t know what. Craning your neck back, you crack your back against the seat, letting out a groan as you grab another paper, annoying the chuckle coming from your side. “What is it, Lawrence?”

Johnny peers up from his textbook, easily solving the problems as he makes his way through the assignment. Despite being an occasional douchebag and king of karate, one of Johnny’s best kept secrets is the fact that he is a bookworm, a trait that you didn’t find out about until your college calculus class. “I’m just finding it funny how you can’t solve that basic problem.” His comment irritates you as you lightly punch his shoulder before rewriting the problem down. 

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Your head falls between your hands, fingers pulling at strands of hair. “I was understanding this in class and now, it just doesn’t make any sense.” 

Setting his pencil down, Johnny scooches his chair over to you as peers over your shoulder. “Let me see how you’re trying to solve the problem.”

“What’s the point? You’ll just laugh at me.”

“Nah, I’m actually a good tutor. Dutch used to ask me to help him all the time in high school. Let’s try it again.” He gestures towards your pencil as you hesitantly pick it up. Copying the problem down on a fresh sheet of paper, you go over the rules in your head. Johnny watches as your pencil glides across the page, doing everything step by step as the professor had instructed and if Johnny hadn’t had known better, he would think that your work was flawless, except for one thing. “You forgot the derivative.”

“Like hell I forgot the derivative,” you deny, shaking your head as Johnny takes the pencil from your hand and corrects your problem, taking the derivative of the exponent instead of leaving it alone before putting the finished equation into the calculator only to practically shove the screen in your face with the correct answer.

“Bull shit.”

Johnny doesn’t say much in response, instead he grins and slinks back into the wooden library seat, and gestures to your paper. “Check it.”

With hesitance, you look over your problem and solution in comparison to his and low and behold, he’s 100% right. “I’d be damned.” 

“Well?”

“I hate you, Lawrence.” Your cheeks burn red as Johnny chuckles, returning to his assignment and cocking his head to the side.

“Y’know. I accept dates as payments for tutoring sessions.” You roll your eyes at his comment and look back down to your book. If you were being honest, you’ve been crushing on him for years now, but you do not want him to hold all the power, especially not over something as trivial as math. 

“In your dreams, Lawrence.” The former All Valley Champion shrugs his shoulders before moving on with his problems. 

“Suit yourself.” A silence falls over the two of you as you work in tandem next to each other. Never in a thousand years did you expect Johnny Lawrence to be good at school, especially given his high school grades and it only makes you wonder, did he fail his classes on purpose? 

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[moderndaylestat]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you my darling @riley-beautrelle for the tag 🩷

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 25

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 509,392 but some fics are co-written so they’re not ALL my words

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently only IWTV but i used to write for Hannibal

4. Top 5 fics by kudos: my top 5 are all Hannibal fics but for IWTV the ones with most kudos are Let the flesh instruct the mind, Against all odds, Sum of our worst moments, Works like love, and New horizons

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always. If someone’s taking the time out of their day to let me know that they enjoyed my work, then the least I can do is to take the time to respond and say thank you. Comments are SO important to me, perhaps the most important metric even. Reader feedback motivates me to keep writing (so if you’ve ever commented on anything of mine, thank you so much 🥺🩵)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I pretty much only write happy endings so none of them are angsty. But if i had to pick the angstiest it would be Sum of our worst moments. It’s pretty hopeful but the circumstances Loustat are in are pretty grim sooooo

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All of them, but Works like love is very fluffy and happy, Loustat’s honeymoon era

8. Do you get hate on fics? Nope, thankfully. Occasionally people express their disagreement with my choices about which character tops and which bottoms but it’s hardly hate

9. Do you write smut? Of course. All my fics are Explicit rated 😏

10. Craziest crossover: I haven’t written any tbh

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that i know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, and it was the biggest honour 🥺

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, and i love it! I co-wrote a Hannibal fic series with my love @memequeen1127 and miiiiiight write something for IWTV with my other love @sightetsound. Stay tuned!!

14. All time favourite ship? Loustat at the moment but I also love Hannigram

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? My most popular Hannigram fic. I love the AU setting and plot but i just can’t find the motivation to continue :(

16. What are your writing strengths? I think i can do a pretty good job at conveying deep emotions with my words. I like using clever figurative language and metaphors to add colour to my writing. And i’m good at foreshadowing 👀

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I think i sometimes over-explain things to readers in my writing because i want to make sure that things come across the desired way. Maybe that can be jarring and readers want to interpret things and arrive at conclusions on their own.

I don’t tend to describe the physical appearance of my characters (or things and places) unless it’s directly relevant to the story. A visually oriented reader may prefer more descriptions in order to be able to visualise things.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I always love seeing some French in IWTV fics. Im learning French currently so it’s a nice way to practice. But i think that sometimes too much foreign dialogue can distract from the story if the reader isn’t familiar with the language and has to go find translations.

19. First fandom you wrote in? First ever was Harry Potter but first on ao3 was Hannibal

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? This is a very hard question! Currently the college fic (Against all odds) is my baby, i think about it every day.

As for tags - all my fav authors have already been tagged so this is an open invitation for anyone and everyone who wants to answer these questions ☺️

[fremioneshufflepuff]

Paper Rings

Authors note: Not proof read, we just vibin. Reblogs are appreciated!! Asks are always welcome with the fic and in general ☺️☺️

Word Count: 1,515

Warnings: None! Unless you want to count Hermione worrying but it’s not like major

Ch 2

Fred was going about his day as usual when he got the feeling he should send an owl. To whom, well that was escaping him at the moment but he figured that once he got quill to parchment he would figure it out. “It’s only the second day of break, I shouldn’t be writing to anyone yet.” he says under his breath, as Ginny walks past him in the yard. “Were you talking to me Fred?” “No Gin. Sorry.” “Ok! I’m gonna have a fly around the yard and then probably go to Luna’s for a bit in case anyone asks.” she replies as she opens the broom shed.

Fred stops and watches as she mounts the broom, soaring up into the air. When did she get that good? He thinks to himself as she goes into a dive that would rival one of Charlie’s on a good day and pulls up right at the last minute. He whoops and whistles, giving her a thumbs up as she smiles. He heads back inside and up to his room to write a letter to the mysterious person plaguing his brain.

He found a spare piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill on the floor and sat down on his bed cross legged, mindlessly chewing on the top of the quill. Sadly not of the sugar variety, but given where he found it, that was probably for the best. He sat like that for a while until it struck him. Hermione. That’s who’s been on his mind lately. Not that he would admit to anyone but he’s pretty sure he’s fancied her since he heard she punched Malfoy in the face.

“Merlin’s beard. What has gotten into me? Writing to Hermione Granger of all people?” He asks to the empty room. George was in town trying to woo over the girl at the shop, for some reason even though he knew that his twin fancied Angelina.

He stared at the parchment for what felt like forever trying to figure out what to write. He figured it best to not think but just write whatever came to mind.

Hermione,

You might be wondering why I’m writing to you of all people, and not to another friend of mine, and honestly I’m not sure why, but I thought I should because my gut is saying that you need a friend besides Harry and my git of a brother. Don’t get me wrong, Ron is usually good, but sometimes he doesn’t really understand I don’t think.

Anyways, I know its only the second day of break, but hopefully I hear from you soon and we can maybe talk some more and get to know each other better. I think it’s going to be an interesting summer holiday.

Fred

He read and re-read the letter, and decided it was good enough to send. He figured it didn’t need to be a novel, just something to give reason as to why he was writing, and he didn’t care for spelling or grammar at this point, not until they started writing more. If that even happened, maybe Hermione would just toss his letter in the bin and not give him the time of day or maybe she would read his letter and respond and a friendship could flourish and maybe just maybe it could be something more.

”Mum, can I use Errol to send a letter?” He asked, heading downstairs into the living room, where Molly was on the couch knitting. “Yes dear. Just make sure he’s awake.” she replies without looking up from her needles.

Fred makes his way to the kitchen window where the bird perch stood, Errol preening his feathers. “Hey. You up to making a trip to Hermione?” He whispers, not needing his mum hearing him. Errol blinks and clicks his beak in response, sticking out his leg, balancing on the perch as Fred tied the letter to his leg.

Errol waited patiently until he felt a finger run down a wing, Freds way of saying he was good to go and set off to his destination, as Fred watched him disappear from sight, hoping in his heart that this girl wouldn't reject him.

Hermione was curled up on her bed, reading her copy of Death on the Nile when she heard a tapping on the window. She looked up and saw the owl she had sent to McGonagall. She grabbed a spare receipt and placed it in between the pages, closing the book and going across her room to open the window. The owl perched on the sill, as she untied the letter, giving the owl a treat from the jar she kept on her desk. It hooted in response and flew off.

She carefully opened the letter and read the response that McGonagall sent. She was able to help, and Flitwick would assist, the both of them swearing not to tell anyone, and that she need not respond, as they needed time to research how to go about this. Hermione grinned knowing that her plan was able to happen even though she really didn’t want it to.

It wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that she heard another tap on her window. She went to her room, and found Errol outside her window. She quickly let him in, and he ungracefully flopped onto her desk. “Errol!” She exclaimed, carefully lifting him up, as he clicked his beak, settling on the desk. He softly hooted, as she untied the letter, taking it with her to her bed.

She flipped it over to see who it was from, and saw that there wasn’t a name on the envelope. She was curious to know who this was from, as the only person who would write to her from the Burrow was Ron and she usually had to write to him first.

She carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment that was inside. Fred. Fred Weasley, the boy she had fancied just a little since her second year when he confronted Malfoy for calling her a mudblood, had written to her. She squeaked, startling Crookshanks who was curled in the middle of her bed. “Sorry Crookshanks.” She says as the cat walked out of the room with his tail in the air.

She sat down and read the letter, smiling slightly at Fred’s words. He thought she needed a friend besides Harry and Ron, which all things considered was true. He wanted to be her friend! “He wants to be my friend!” She squeaks again, covering her face with her hands. “Get it together Hermione. It’s Fred. He’s your friend's older brother. He’s just being friendly.” She says again, as her heart rate went back to a steady pulse.

She grabbed a spare piece of notebook paper and a pen and started writing.

Fred,

Thank you for the letter! It was a nice surprise given everything that’s happened recently. I wouldn’t mind having another friend honestly. Harry and Ron are great, but sometimes I think they get tired of me. Well Ron more than Harry but I can tell when I’m rambling about muggle things too much. Harry usually gives me a look, not that he’s being rude or anything but he can read body language very well and I sometimes struggle with that.

I also wrote a letter, to McGonagall, to get some help with something I want to do. I can’t tell you what it is just yet, but you’ll know when it happens. My mum and dad are worried about me, and I didn’t tell them anything that happened this year. I can’t without being told I can’t go back, and I need to go back. I need to learn and help Harry.

I really hope that we can be friends and that we are able to write this summer. I think I might be coming to stay with you all earlier than normal if my plans fall into place. I’m trying not to think too far ahead, but sometimes my brain just can’t stop. It’s gotten to the point that I am sometimes awake for hours at night, just staring at my ceiling wondering what’s going to happen to the wizarding world now that You Know Who is back.

Oh… I’m rambling, you don’t want to hear all my worries. I’ll stop with that now. I hope you write back soon if you can and if not I’ll see you soon.

Hermione.

She scanned over the letter, and tied it to Errol’s leg with a bit of string from Fred’s letter, and watched as the slightly bedraggled owl set off into the night. She closed her window, padding across her room to her bed, throwing back the covers, and grabbing her book so she could read before she called it a night.

It wasn’t until she heard a knock on her door and her dads muffled voice on the other side telling her to turn out her light that she finally went to sleep, a smiling red-headed boy in her dreams.

#fred weasley #fremione #hermione granger #k writes #paper rings #fremione fanfic

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta!

I loved your LITA reviews like always!

I’m like 99.9% sure I’m a brat sub (I am definitely keeping a open mind though as I know things may change over time).

As someone who’s very new to all this, I was curious about a few things. The main one being, how are boundaries set in a relationship with a brat sub? I know we like to push, but how would I per say know what is still acceptable and what is not if I ever am in a relationship with a Dom?

In most relationships I’m in, I’ve always been the one testing the boundaries and just testing the limits of that person and for the longest time that made no sense to me why I would do that. I never had harmful intent but to me it was a way to see if that person actually cared enough to put up with me. But I’m always worried that maybe I’ll tease too much or push too much and that person will be tired of me. I think because of this worry I’m just really scared to let me be myself fully.

So I just wanted to ask a experienced Dom for their input on this, hope it’s okay! 💜🥰

Hope you have a great day!!!! ☺️ And Thank youuuu!

Hey stardust!!!

Thank you very much! I appreciate it! 💜💜💜

Guidelines. Guidelines. Guidelines. This isn't a movie or a show and you aren't experienced. You must have written out rules in which you both sign and that guide what each of you are allowed and what is your hard no. Both of you write what is acceptable and what isn't. You have safe words so that you can stop, back up, and talk it out. Then you will eventually get to a point where it's natural and you'll know the flow of when to stop pushing but you don't figure it out. You talk it out.

Some Examples:

Am I allowed contact from a previous Dominant/relationship? Should you direct them to your Dominant? Ignore the situation until you can talk to your Dominant?

How to handle contact from another Dominant in general.  Same as above.  Although in my opinion no Dominant worth their salt should request something of a submissive (in a D/s relationship) unless having already talked to the Dom.

What information if any you are allowed to share with the vanilla world in regards to you or your relationship.  Most kinksters do not want to talk to the vanilla world. They especially don't want their sub talking to the vanilla world because they are worried about the backlash that the submissive might deal with.

How are you expected to act in the presence of family and/or vanilla friends?  How do you still respectfully address/serve your dominant without using kink terms, without kneeling, etc?

Discuss what kinks are allowed and what kinks aren't. Will there be S&M? Degradation? Bring up everything you like and dislike.

How much are you allowed to push?

What punishments are you both okay with.

Are you monogamous, poly, or still on the fence. If on the fence when will it be addressed again and exactly how will it be handled before it is decided. If it is poly where is it poly in scenes? Sex?

If you are in training then what must you accomplish before moving to the next level of permanent relationship? Will this every be a permanent relationship?

Is this a sexual or non-sexual relationship?

Is there any baggage that either of you need to talk about that could some how interfere.

The foundation of any and every D/s relationship is communication. If you have talked about it before hand it elevates the worry, concern, and guilt. Also, any brat tamer can take a lot. We also know how to warn when you are reaching the limit. So don't let that be something you really stress over. Honestly though, guidelines are the only way to really feel less stressed and safe.

Hope this was helpful and hope you have a great day too! 💜💜💜

[arrogantsuggestion]

I honestly think you should be called smth more like ‘assertivesuggestion’ bc honey these are not arrogant, you’re just spitting facts all the time! It’s true, we are all inherently worthy as people and none of us need to put up with shit 😌

first off— thank you sweetie!☺️ and you are deffffinitely right on that last part too. I do have my reasons though! (warning: this shit ended up pretty lengthy… get a snack or smth)

So I’ve gotten a lot of asks like this over the years, and my main response has been: it’s called arrogant suggestion because if you live this true to yourself, the insecure & mean people in life WILL call you arrogant. And personally, after escaping various abuses, I straight up was not prepared to be seen as arrogant when I had just started genuinely loving and prioritizing myself. so I call this blog arrogant suggestion, and always have, because I am wary of people who come at me, and now I try to be prepared for it. Like, go ahead, call me arrogant, but I know who I really am. I know the effort I put in to loving myself and the people around me.

And from another perspective, some people who have submitted posts in the past have reallly used this platform as a venting ground for all sorts of stuff, and I wanted to leave the original intention pure, in a way. As if to say something like: if you can go through everything you’ve gone through, make it out, and STILL get called names for pulling yourself outta there, you have complete and total permission to disregard your haters. even and especially when they call you arrogant. (Like this blog is not solely positivity. It’s got the other halves to it too. Like it’s more about trying to empower kind people [like you] to not be torn down by other people being assholes. cus their intolerance is most likely not about you anyway)

also calling it arrogant suggestion, to me, is almost a nod to the ethos behind our individual self-preservation. Like, by calling myself arrogant, I’m challenging You to think critically about what I’m saying. Some people have gone in the replies of hyperspecific posts and been like “this is not a healthy way to live your life” but like.. not every post I make (or some stranger sends in) is true and endemic to the entire world. Sure I have some posts that are like “every day is beautiful!” But even if you go around to everybody on the street with that, you’re eventually gonna find someone who wants to combat you on it. Not necessarily because you’re wrong, but because they can’t see you’re right. And they might call you arrogant when you leave that conversation. But I want anyone and everyone to be prepared to go home, look themselves in the mirror, and know who they are (without those rudeass opinions clogging up their minds!).

So I suppose, (because I’ve gotten so many asks about this,) if you find that the blog title “arrogantsuggestion” bothers you, may I suggest that perhaps you can let that go, as practice to letting go of the things that are actually legitimately hurting you?

And guess what? if that thought experiment is irrelevant to you, you can totally dismiss all of that too! Shit if you want you can even call me arrogant for assuming shit—whatever! idc! It’s up to you! just like everything else! :) this blog to me is like an experiment or a lesson or practice for and in critical thinking & decision making. god that’s complicated. but if I said I was assertivesuggestion I think people would assume I’m just Right more often (which is the opposite of what I want). I ACTUALLY want people to do that thinking of “do I agree with this? or do I think it’s bullshit? because that decision is personal and entirely up to me.” (honestly because I never got that practice enough and I think it set me back. Led me into abusive relationships where I couldn’t figure out what was bullshit or not. So like ya I’m not gonna change my thing to assertive suggestion just because you think I’m right. Even though I am right sometimes, defending one singular moral truth all the time defeats the purpose of the blog imo.)

Fuck hahaha that shit is sooo complicated. I can’t believe this turned out to be such a long explanation too lmao like normally I just don’t answer these… BECAUSE ITS SO COMPLICATED HAHA ! anywayyyyy thank you for all the kind words you said💖💖 & I hope you have a great day💕💝💝

#if anyone fucking gets what I’m saying please feel free to say more about it and we can have a conversation :) #long post #wall of fucking text