#i hope you liked this

[sailor-aviator]

Do you know what? I've been thinking and I personally would love to read about when Jake got the curse in Fool's Fare. What he felt physically and emotionally. Even just as flashes from a nightmare or flashback, basically in any form. I just think it is super interesting. I don't know if you were already thinking of including this. If not, no worries, only write what you want.

I actually did not think about including this, but I would LOVE to talk about it actually!! Also, just know that this curse is different from the one in the teaser because I changed it up to suit the story better.

The rain poured down in heavy sheets, and Jake wouldn't be surprised if they left bruises behind at their ferocity. The sand beneath his feet stuck to him like glue, and his heart thundered at the sight of the glazed, white eyes that stared at him, down to the depths of his soul. There were no pupils to break up the milky white, but still he knew they were locked onto him.

There was no color to his skin, and the flesh was drawn tight around his face, a salt and pepper beard hiding the lower half of his face. His clothes were near rags. He looked like death come to life.

"For your arrogance, a token I leave for you," he rasped, the sound sending chills up Jake's spine. It didn't sound fully human, but like a voice you would hear in a distant memory. Whispery, not quite there.

The man lifted a spindly arm slowly at him, a shock running through the blond as he fell to his knees, gripping his sides in a feeble attempt to stop the pain.

"This Earth you'll walk neither dead nor living."

Jake felt something inside of him snap, he howled in pain.

"No meat or marrow will quell your hunger. Only ash will you taste."

Jake suddenly felt hollow, a bottomless emptiness that knocked the wind out of his lungs.

"No wine or water will quench your thirst. Your throat shall never know relief."

Jake felt fire in his throat, like all the moisture had been sapped out of it.

"Your touch remains, but no relief will you feel at the hands of another. You too will know the agony of being parted from the one you love, a yearning inside you for the touch of another that will never be sated no matter how many arms you throw yourself into."

Jake couldn't describe the hunger that suddenly filled him. Not for food, but for the touch of another person. A yearning so strong that it brought him to tears.

"Please," he groaned out, begging the man to stop.

"Your pleas won't work on me, boy," snarled the figure. He slowly walked over to where Jake was curled in on himself in the sand. He crouched down, eyeing Jake with a look that would have made any man beg for forgiveness. “And any man who stands with you will suffer the effects as well.”

"Please," Jake tried again, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. "I'm sorry."

"You're not," Davy Jones murmured, cocking his head to the side. Jake let out a sob that any other time would have caused him to be embarrassed, but now? Now he was at the mercy of the lord of the seas. "You will be though, once my curse has had time to settle."

"Please," Jake let out weakly, reaching out his hand. Davy Jones considered the young man before him.

"Alright, boy," he rasped. "Today I shall show mercy to one who did not see fit to give it himself."

Davy Jones leaned closer, stopping next to Jake's ear, and he could make out what smelled like dust and the ocean drift over him.

"You'll have seven years to the day to find that which is most valuable. The greatest treasure of all."

"What is it?" Jake asked him, eyes wide and desperate, pleading. Davy Jones chuckled, standing up to step back. He peered down at the blond.

"What would be the point in tellin' you, lad?" He chuckled. "Find it, and I'll lift the curse. If you don't..."

He paused, cocking his head to the side.

"This will be your fate for all eternity," he finished, booming out a laugh.

Jake shot straight up in his bed, sweat drenching his skin as he fought to regain his breath. He was safe, he told himself. He was on his ship, in his bed. Nowhere near Davy Jones.

Jake winced as a wave of pain rolled over him, a tugging in his chest begging him to go to where you slept in the next cabin over. He sighed, laying back down.

Seven years had come and gone. Seven years was almost up.

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #i hope you liked this #it was fun to write lol #fool's fare #ff #drabble

[dotchi18]

Camelia for Mammon?

(I love this demon simply too much)

I totally get you Anon, a lot of people absolutely adore Mammon, and I really want to deliver <3

Yandere!Mammon x GN!Reader

Warnings For kind of graphic violence under the cut

Camellia (devotion, perfection): “You know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.”

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Press Press Press

A hand pressed it's thumb into the flat surface of an ancient coin.

Older than most civilizations, held together by it's purest form of metals.

But even without a second thought, the surface that had been held together so pristinely for centuries was being squished and bent to the insistent press of the thumb into it's surface.

Another hand went to it, shaping it better now that the metal was warm and warp-able, fashioning it to other similarly warped coins that would have been worth so much money outside of his secret horde.

But none of it mattered.

Only you mattered.

And this was what this was for, showing you that even things that he had somehow stopped himself from selling was nothing in comparison to you and the way you simply made him feel.

Molding it into a bundle, one of his fingers morphed into a claw with a sharp talon, able to cut through the toughest of surfaces as he ran it along the hard surface of a raw uncut diamond beside him, finally raising a shape out of it.

A stem, using an ember from the fires of the ring of Wrath to melt the bottom of the bundle of priceless coins, molding it to the diamond stem, creating a Rose.

Chilling it with water from Sloth, Mammon inspected his craftmanship, admiring the warp in the coins making an impression on the rose, faces of people whom had been important at some point to someone, now useless in the face of something actually worth all the adoration.

Pulling a bit at the top to make sure they looked better, he stood from his seat, making his way to the squirming prisoner.

He had to make sure that these things were safe for your tender human flesh now didn't he?

It wasn't like this lesser demon was worth much anyways as he took the gagged demon and started dragging the diamond stem along their flesh, making sure to do it against what hadn't already been cut.

However, he had gotten his technique down and this time there was no splitting of skin or muffled screaming from their gag, which was great, it showed he had gotten better as he then turned the flower and smashed the floral part into their face, trying to make sure using it as self-defense didn't have coins shatter from the work of art, careful not to put any demonic pressure behind it lest his work actually shatter into a bunch of pieces.

Satisfied, he added it to the bouquet of identical flowers, finishing it.

Happy, he grasped the bottom of it, and almost ceremonially used it to beat the other demon to death.

They had served their purpose after all, why not grant them the sweet release of death after all that blood they had shed?

Afterwards, their deep red, nearly brown blood painted the flowers almost to what they would be if they were natural, but Mammon made sure to cleanse them and disinfect them carefully.

After all, he didn't want you dirtying your hands with anyone's blood, so they looked to be shiny and new when he had finally passed them to you.

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" Hey." He muttered almost begrudgingly to you, shyly lifting the artwork up to you just outside the doorway of your room in the House of Lamentation in the late evening, so no one could interrupt, " Just so ya know...

I love ya, you know?

You know I'd do anythin' for ya, right?"

His love knew no limits, it seemed to stretch on forever, with no end in sight at the sight of the surprised and delighted smile on your face when you received the flowers.

Hugging them to yourself, you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek, before he turned his face to yours, eyes meeting so close, your noses brushing against one another before he tilted his head a little more, and gave you a proper kiss.

#mammon obey me #Yandere Obey me #I hope you liked this #Short and Sweet #Little does Mammon know that it's really fucking heavy for a human to hold #But you'll get a nice proper metal vase just for the art #Because any of the glass you may have simply shatters at the weight of those coins #He made more than a dozen for you #Because his love for you is bigger than that

[cherryblossom-nightscape]

A little drabble about ingo and emmet reuniting

Emmet had decided to go to work today he was doing better than before about Ingo; his twin going missing whereas before he had a anxiety attack at the mere mention of his brothers disappearance now he would only cry at the news, it wasn’t a massive improvement but hey it was still an improvement. That was why he decided to go to work other than searching for a well sought after distraction from his empty home Emmet stepped into the station and prepared himself for what the day would bring, oh maybe this time he wouldn’t have someone show up on the doubles line blaming him for his brother going missing, or him killing his brother and hiding the body….. Well one can dream right? He saw the first train of the day pull into the station, ah what a good sign of things to come! Emmet watched as everyone filed out of the train, heading for jobs and whatnot while he was doing so two figures stood out to him, they seemed disoriented, hell they looked like they had never seen a train before! He could not glean their facial features but the tall one’s clothes were ripped, torn and looked worn out, on them looked to be a purple sneasel but that was absurd right? Sneasels are dark blue not purple…. Anywho the second figure was shorter than the first and their clothes looked old fashioned, not old mind you but old fashioned they also looked quite young, younger than the first for sure They after a while, finally managed to step out of the train After seeing the Tall figures face Emmet wished he had not come to work today he looked almost identical to ingo, ingo didn’t have a goatee and tired, lost eyes but this stranger did and Emmet started to freeze as still as a statue while looking at them, his smile wavering as he stared at the figure. Well this is bad he thought but at least I haven’t been noticed ye- The two figures stared directly at him, Emmet felt like he wanted to perish They looked at each other, sharing a glance and then some words Emmet couldn’t hear until the younger one, who by looking at her face Emmet assumed she was a female walked up to him looking …excited? Maybe, he was never good at reading peoples emotions, He wanted to flee but he was stuck there at least until his anxiety attack wore off.... as he was contemplating this the girl plopped herself in front of his face “Are you the man in white?” it was a simple question but also a baffling one… the man in what now? I mean he WAS wearing white but why would she ask that question instead of are you Emmet? That made so much more sense in his head than the man in white. As he was contemplating this he didn’t realise the taller, ingo looking figure had come up to them and had started apologising for… Akari’s? Sudden boldness. He guesses the name of that girl is Akari then. As he tuned himself in he realised the stranger even SOUNDED like Ingo oh boy he was overcome with intense emotion right now. Then he heard something that sent him over the edge “Come on uncle Ingo I just wanted to know!! He looks like you and dresses in white he’s got to be the man in white!” the next thing Emmet knew he was tackling the stranger named Ingo in a big, tight hug The stranger named Ingo stiffened at the hug and Emmet could feel dread and anxiety rising when he asked the simple yet very chilling question “What is your name?” Emmet stiffened and felt like he was going to cry as he replied “Emmet” the stranger named Ingo stopped for a moment, like he was concentrating on something, Emmet could see him mouthing the word Emmet over and over again to himself until something seemed to click as those lost eyes of his were now filled with the shine of recognition and tears as he gave Emmet a squeeze “Emmet?” Ingo’s voice was wavering and he sounded concerned “Yes Ingo?” Emmet asked “Sorry for forgetting you” That was it, that’s what broke the dam as Emmet sobbed and wept into the person he now knew to be his brother’s arms

#I hope you liked this #this is how i imagine thier reunion going #submas #ingo #emmet #pla #akari #pokemon #black and white #pokemon black and white #pokemon legends arceus #anywho enjoy my little thought #and my writing #and have a great day/night!!

[chronic-boogara]

Hello!! I hope you're doing well! <3 May I request a halloween event matchup? 💕 :o My pronouns are she/her! 💕 I'm soft spoken, very shy and also friendly! ❤️ I'm optimistic and a little forgetful! ( I have my brain fog moments :,o) my hair is long, wavy and pink. I'm 5'3 and a bit chubby.I love animals, art and taking naps! I adore cute things, but im also a lover for spooky things too of course! ❤️

𝐢 𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡- 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐧 𝐯𝗼𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬

♡this horror icon is your soulmate ! he has so much love to give and you are the perfect person to be on the receiving end of.

♡jason isn’t a stickler for looks, though he does admire your pretty hair color. it adds some color to his grey life. if you ever change it he’ll be confused and ask how the heck you did that. the flowers behind the cabin will match your current hair color

♡when he finds out you like animals he’s over the moon. jason takes animals and theirs after very seriously. he is the protector of his forest. i hope you don’t mind sharing the cabin with bunnies,deer,wolves,and even a bear once or twice. he considers them more than friends , they’re family.

♡jason doesn’t sleep :( but he enjoys cuddling. let him know before you take a nap and he’s already laying down covered in blankets waiting for you to join him. plus he likes to be near you while you’re so vulnerable. it shows that you trust him enough to do so and he can protect you from any danger.

♡he loves a positive person. his life has been one big downhill slope so god knows he needs a little bit of happiness in his life.

♡j is a lover of all things cute. puppies and bright colors hes all for it. bring cute stuff back from the store and he is all over it. he wants to paint the cabin in pretty pastels one day but never finds the time. oh and cute foods! he can’t eat them but he will bring them back for you. cute little cupcakes and other desserts.

♡can he braid your hair ? he learned how to do it from his mother and he’s always wanted to try. he’s not too good at first, your hair will be completely knotted. but with some time and practice he becomes a pro lowkey.

♡don’t worry about forgetting things jason is extra understanding. he can’t be mad at you ever.

♡he would never ever ever EVER use you to bait in victims. other slashers might use their s/o to their advantage but jason is just not able to. he worried say to much about you. maybe a little too much.

♡jason is head over heels for you and he makes sure to tell pamela all about you every chance he gets. there may or may not be a ring hiding somewhere in the cabin just for you.

#we’re hair twins #omg omg pink twins #u sound so cute :) #i forget everything all the time #so it’s totally normal don’t worry #you’re an inch taller than me too 😞 #ugh im so jealous #anyways #i hope you liked this #i just think y’all would slay #eat the girls UP #jason vorhees #jason vorhees x reader #slasher matchups #horror matchups #esha writes

[her-pale-shadow]

I'm having more thoughts on the live in maid scenario I sent the other day.

I imagine after a few months of silent teasing, I finally break. I don't say anything to you directly, but I know you've started noticing how wet my pussy is when you "accidentally" touch me. I can barely manage to restrain myself from backing against your fingers when you do, and though I'm too ashamed to ever say anything, I secretly hope you'll take advantage of me.

Thats why I start slacking off on my work. Only when you're not in the room of course, but at every opportunity I've got my hand down my skirt, trying to find some relief. The tipping point is when I'm making your bed one morning and I realize I have the room to myself. I start as I always do, just circling my fingers around my clit, but it just isnt enough anymore. I glance at the door, and then eagerly crawl into your bed and tuck one of your pillows between my legs.

I feel so disgusting, humping your pillow like I'm no better than a dog, but I cant help it anymore. I've lifted my skirt to bunch around my waist and the collar of my dreas is pulled low to expose my tits, and the pillow feels so good and the bed smells like you and I can nearly imagine it's you fucking me as I grind frantically against the pillow.

I dont even hear the door open, but when you clear your throat, I look up. You meet my eyes as I cum, unable to stop myself from moaning with relief before the absolute humiliation sets in, settling right alongside the new thrill of finally being caught, and wondering what you'll do to me.

The mix of pleasure and guilt and fear of how I'll react in your eyes would turn me on just by itself. I'd look stern and tell you that I'm not surprised. You're hardly worth my time as a maid, and you've been so distractable that you obviously work so much better as something mindless and slutty.

..It's not often that my mind immediately jumps to blowjobs but. The thought of you in a maid's costume, breathing heavily with your tits exposed like that. I'd order you kneeling on the floor in front of me, where you belong.

And if you dared to try and readjust your maid's outfit, as if trying to recapture the tiniest bit of dignity after I found fucking my pillow, I'd pull your neckline down again so hard it might rip. Maybe I'd rip the outfit a bit anyway, to make sure you can't cover up, make you feel exactly what you are to me now.

When I calmly remove my skirt and pull it and my panties down, I'm standing so close to you that my girlcock springs out and hits your face. There's no way I wouldn't be fully turned on, knowing you were exactly what I thought you were. Maybe you wouldn't need to be told what to do, but I wouldn't care, pushing into your mouth and grabbing you by the back of the head, using you like a private toy.

"When I'm done with your mouth, I'll make sure that I get my use out of your other holes. After all, you decided that this is what I've been paying you for all this time."

#I hope you liked this #because your asks always drive me crazy #I save them to read while I'm touching myself 😇 #asks #horny-ex-catholic

[undertakerslxt]

Get ready for this.

1-30 for Alex and Jelena.

oooohhhh boy! okay! here we go!

1. who is the most affectionate?

hmm.... jelena. alex is just a little reserved when it comes to affection, mainly due to her past. jelena is helping her work past that though!

2. big spoon/little spoon?

alex is definitely big spoon and jelena is little spoon

3. most common argument?

either jelena worried about alex's dangerous missions or alex arguing that jelena deserved much better than what her family treated her like. or jelena saying the same about alex's handlers. basically, one of them trying to convince the other they deserved a better childhood and family and they're worthy of love, and shouldn't think of themselves as worthless

4. favorite non-sexual activity?

cuddling, or baking. alex also likes to read or sing to jelena, especially to help her fall asleep after nightmares.

5. who is most likely to carry the other?

oh, alex definitely carries jelena around everywhere when jelena lets her.

6. what is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

alex adores jelena's personality. she's beautiful, of course, but her personality is even more so, and it's why alex fell in love with her in the first place.

7. what’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

alex starts going out on less missions because of jelena’s worry, but would also start being more shy around ber. i think jelena would bake more for alex and make sure she ate properly more often.

8. nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

alex (like will) calls jelena her sunshine or ray of sunshine, because jelena is her light in the dark. i think jelena sticks with usual nicknames like darling or sweetheart.

9. who worries the most?

honestly? both of them, it depends on the situation. alex is constantly worried about jelena’s safety from other reapers or demons. jelena probably frets like crazy when alex leaves on a mission and doesn’t get home until late.

10. who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

i think jelena here, because she pays attention to the small details more. she’d know what alex wants almost anywhere. alex tends to be a more bigger picture person, so she might not always remember exactly what jelena wants but she’ll make up for it with the overall romantic date night they’re probably on.

11. who tops?

oh, alex for sure

12. who initiates kisses?

alex more often as she likes kissing jelena randomly, but they both initiate fairly often

13. who reaches for the other’s hand first?

i think jelena would be more likely to reach for alex’s hand more often

14. who kisses the hardest?

again, alex

15. who wakes up first?

probably alex, just because she likes to be up before the sun to work in her lab. but on her days off, she sleeps in and jelena will probably wake up first.

16. who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

alex will definitely be the first to try to convince jelena to skip work and snuggle her just a little longer. she’s definitely run late because she was too comfy snuggling her partner that morning

17. who says I love you first?

honestly… i could see alex doing it once she gets comfortable with jelena enough to know jelena won’t leave her.

18. who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

definitely jelena, and it can probably range from ‘i love you’ to encouraging notes about her day. (alex keeps them all in a scrapbook in her office).

19. who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

this is tricky. considering neither of them really have surviving family besides one or two people, i’d have to go with alex since violet would know way before jelena’s family (if they ever found out).

20. what do their family/friends think of their relationship?

violet’s delighted, of course. she just wants to know when she can come over for jelena’s cooking. if mara and don or jelena’s parents ever found out… well, they’d definitely disapprove. the rest of jelena and alex’s friends wholeheartedly support them and will fight anyone who even looks at them weird

21. who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

alex randomly starts dancing with jelena because she has so much energy and happiness… so her

22. who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

definitely jelena. she taught alex how to cook without burning the whole house down. alex is still learning but she mostly just likes to be there to steal kisses and flirt with her wife about anything, especially how beautiful she looks. but yeah, jelena definitely wins in the kitchen and when it comes to food.

23. who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

…alex. considering she’s constantly plotting to use her new dad jokes or cheesy pickup lines to hear jelena laugh, definitely alex wins here.

24. who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

again, alex. what? jelena’s adorable when she’s blushing in public from one of alex’s innuendos!

25. who needs more assurance?

hmm… they both need it. but alex also has come to terms with her childhood and never really having a home until jelena came along, so she’s probably comforting jelena more, and she will always do so. she only wants her wife to be happy.

26. what would be their theme song?

okay… so i have a few. first, for the times before jelena and alex became reapers, i would say alex’s song to jelena is in case you don’t live forever by ben platt. jelena is alex’s hero, and she adores jelena, and sometimes she can’t always properly express it so this would be an apt expression.

then, after they become reapers, her song to jelena would be either light or i’ll keep you safe by sleeping at last

27. who would sing to their child back to sleep?

hmm. i think… jelena.

28. what do they do when they’re away from each other?

is ‘waiting for her to come home’ a viable answer for alex? no, but seriously, alex will count down the days until jelena comes home, even the hours, and then scoop her up into a million hugs and kisses. she might read a book in the meantime, though

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

that they probably both still have nightmares and alex is sometimes convinced jelena will leave her for someone better. during these moments, she’ll cling to jelena more than ever. also, if she lost jelena, alex honestly would probably go insane because jelena is the most important thing in the world to her. alex simply could not lose her.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

that more than once, their love for each other has been the key to them saving each other. and that whenever alex goes on missions to other countries, she brings back little souvenirs for her wife, partly to reassure her alex will always come home to her.

#williamtshakespears #rp #jelena spears #jelena taylor #alexandra coldwater #i have a playlist for them if you want it #uwu #i hope you liked this #i’m sorry it took so long

[insomnaticwilmon]

Prompt of three words: ring, mug, rain

hmmm I’m not sure if you want me to do a prompt for each of those or one big one but I’m down for a challenge:)

It was drizzling when he and Malin arrived at Simons house, but by the time they were halfway through with dinner it was decided that they couldn’t drive back to Hillerska, that it was too much of a danger to carry the Crown Prince on a night with such bad weather.

Malin politely asked Linda if they could, despite the invasion, spend the night. Malin tried to make a case for her self to sleep in the car but both Linda and Wille fought her on it.

“It’s too cold to sleep in the car.” Wille said.

“It’s inappropriate for me to even be here right now, I definitely shouldn’t sleep here.”

“Malin please you’re welcome any time, I can set up the couch, it’s not a problem.”

“We will leave as soon as possible.” Malin looked over a Wille nodding his head.

As Linda and Malin chat the boys slip away to Simons room.

“So you’re spending the night.” Simons says dreamily as he circles Wille.

Wilhelm touching everything in Simons room, the windows, the curtains, the fish bowl.

“Yeah I am, but I wanted to give you something before I left.” Wille walks over to Simon, putting a hand on his cheek, pressing his thumb in and swiping his face. Simon tilts his head into Wille’s hand and steps closer to him.

“Yeah, did the Prince get me a gift?”

Wille feigns an annoyed expression.

“You know what, not anymore, maybe this is for Linda now, or Sara.”

“Okay, okay, I was kidding, please don’t give it to Sara! Please, I want your gift.”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.” Wille began to pull a ring box out of his pocket. Opening it up, revealing a beautiful silver ring, engraved with music notes.

Wille put the box on the desk and gracefully grabbed Simons left hand and slipped the ring on his middle finger.

“You seemed like a middle finger type of ring wearer, less traditional.”

“Wille, this is beautiful, I love it so much. Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around his boyfriends shoulders and gave him a hug. His eyes started to water and his voice broke just a bit.

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a gift this beautiful before.” He tugged himself away from Wille to look at his face.

“Well. What can I say. Your hands are just too gorgeous to go without any jewelry for any longer.”

“Like think my hands are gorgeous?”

“You have small hands, long fingers. They are pretty.”

“Small?! I play piano they can’t be that small. They aren’t small.” Simon whispered the last part under his breath taking obvious offense.

Wilhelm took his hand, bigger in comparison and pressed it against Simons now ringed hand. Simon squirmed a bit, trying to stretch his fingers to match Wille’s.

“Fuck.” Simon looked down in defeat.

“Told you.” Wille grabbed Simons hand, and gave his knuckle a kiss.

“I - love - your - hands.” Giving a kiss to another part of his hand between each word.

“Hm, new kink you want to tell me about?”

“Leave it up to you to ruin a moment huh.”

“Shut up, it’s not my fault that you have a hand kink.”

“I do not.”

“You sound like you do.”

Wille grabbed Simons hand and laced his fingers in between his boyfriends.

“Your hands are freezing cold.” Wille said before pressed another firm kiss into Simon hand but this time it was his palm.

“Yeah I’m cold but I can just put on another hoodie, it’s fine.”

“Simme, you already have a hoodie on. Can we make some tea? hot coco? coffee?”

“Yeah let me ask Mama, stay here.“

Wille watched Simon walk away and started looking around his room, touching everything again. His music poster. The pencils on his desk. Everything seemed so personal, Wille could only dream of a room this personal to him. He wondered what he would even put up? Would he have a fish as well? What about posters? Would he want a desk? His train of thought it broken when he hears Linda in the next room.

“I made me and Malin some tea. There’s still hot water on the stove if you want any.”

He stepped outside to hear a little more.

“My daughter and I always make tea on nights like this, if you don’t mind I think I’ll call her and see what she’s up too.” Wille heard, watching Malin step away, looking her in the eyes. They both knew she wasn’t supposed to step outside or make a call in his presence but he gave her a smile. A little ashamed that he had forgotten that she had a daughter. A few years ago her daughter was… 3? 4? Now she must be around 6? If he’s getting that right.

“I have no idea Malin had a daughter, they live in Stockholm? I’m surprised I haven’t run into her at the grocery store.”

“Yeah, I remember her bringing a baby around years ago on her off days. I guess it’s no longer a baby.”

“They grow up fast.” Linda turns her head to look at Simon.

“Mama, I can feel you staring at me.”

“I can’t admire my child?”

“Nope.” He says with an ass eating grin.

Linda rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her tea.

Wille loves this house, every last detail but the one thing he loves the most, other than Simon, are the mugs. They aren’t perfect, or all the same. They are random, some have chips and others have been glued back together, they have Christmas mugs, travel mugs, mugs with writing, silly mugs with different phrases, mugs shaped like animals.

He already has a favorite mug despite only using it once.

“Can I have the elephant mug please?”

“Of course let me find it.” Simon turns to the cupboard, opening up the cabinet and seeing the arrangements of different glasses and mugs.

“Oh here it is.”

He digs through the cabinet, shoving two other mugs aside to get to the grey and brown elephant mug. Along with another cup for himself, just a white coffee mug.

He pours the now no longer boiling water in each cup, passing the box of tea to Wille.

“Apple passion fruit okay?”

“Sounds cozy.”

They let the tea stoop and they walk back into Simons room, cups of tea in hand. Efficiently warming Simons hands.

“Feel better?”

Simon now cuddled into the crook of Willes neck and shoulder, holding his cup with both hands, eyes closed completely content with his boyfriend.

“So so much.”

“Good.”

They finish their tea, leaving the cups on the desk, making their way back to Simons bed. They lay next to each other, arms and legs tangled before falling asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the window.

#young royals #asks #simon eriksson #prince wilhelm #wilmon #linda eriksson #malin young royals #i hope you liked this #the tea is an Easter egg to my next fic #:))) #many Easter eggs actually

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

#danteposting #I hope you guys like my stupid history jokes #the divine comedy

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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#ra speaks #it’s a silly joke/pun dw #we stay silly :3 #edit: #woahg. that’s a lot of notes. hi everybody o/ #10k. stop clenching your jaw and drink some water. #15k. eat some fresh fruit this week! I’m having kiwis tonight :] #20k. quit sitting like a shrimp it’s bad for your neck! sit up straight and do a little stretch every now and then #25k. I’m up at 2 AM but I��ll get to see the sunrise today :] if you can’t see that I hope you admire the sunset later today #30k. do something fun you haven’t done in a while. I haven’t drawn in months - I think I’ll paint a cat tomorrow :3

[hansoeii]

#i made this to make myself feel better after e6 #so I hope it can help you all recover too #a perfect kiss in the rain like crowley deserves #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens fanart #aziracrow #aziracrow fanart #ineffable husbands #david tenannt #micheal sheen #neil gaiman #my art #digital art

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :) #trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+ #lgbta+ #lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

[corviiids]

my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog

#rookposting #the little 'oh!' followed by a big grin is now my highlight in every interaction i have with a stranger #you can always spot the things people hope will be noticed and you have no idea how happy it makes people when it gets noticed #i find it's always better to compliment things they did deliberately vs complimenting stuff like their voice or their face or other things #that are inherent or they cant change because that can make people uncomfortable for one thing to hear that from a stranger #but it's also just less meaningful imo because they didnt do that on purpose

[stil-lindigo]

frankly, the people whose kneejerk reaction to bisan asking for a global strike form the 21st-28th is to say that it takes years to organize a general strike are really unhelpful! no one is saying otherwise, but palestine will be a smoking crater if we all wait for years to do anything - bisan is asking us to do something now. Like are we only supposed to do something if we can do it perfectly??? At some point it’s a valid critique about the work that goes into social movement, and at another point I feel like some people are just trying to absolve themselves from not putting any effort into observing a week of economic inaction.

like idk! I get it, okay! People have bills to pay that don’t magically go away for a strike, we don’t have nearly enough social infrastructure in place to support people to fully stop going to work for a week. But fuck, dude! Stop immediately responding in such a defeatist way! Cut out unnecessary purchases! Try to shop local! Put more effort into promoting Palestinian voices online! Attend a protest, call a local rep, do something!

#like am I going insane #why did I see a post with thousands of notes on it talking about how it doesn’t make sense to be asking for this sort of action #it doesn’t make SENSE? #like god! I hope you’re taking other more sensible courses of action then! #fucks sake man #bisan is living through a waking nightmare and some of you are so pedantic and miserly #palestine #free Palestine

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

#she cornered me in the car and asked what shipping was and i almost had a fucking heart attack #imagine being like 16 years old and habing to explain knotting to your mother #random emo music girl I'm glad you had fun talking about your Band Guys to my mother #bc i also attended take your kid to work day at that office and i know how boring it was #but christ alive why did you have to fuck me like that? #anyways i hope this post reaches you so at the very least you know i think about you at least once a week #this has been weighing on me for ten years #im almost tempted to blaze this post

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works