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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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Hello, dear author-san! Could I request Mammon, Satan and Lucifer with an s/o that has a bunch of unrelated skills and talents? Botany, cooking, ice sculpting, pottery, textile work, painting, jewellery making, gambling, etc. This is prolly really weird, sorry.

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan + multi-hobby reader

Lucifer

“Hello darling.” Lucifer greeted as he came into the den. “How is the crochet coming?”

“Oh I gave up on that.” [Y/N] replied cheerfully. “I’m taking up needle point now.”

Lucifer sighed and sat down across from them. He never questioned [Y/N]’s invested interest in new hobbies. Whatever constructively helped them pass the time. Sometimes they were good, like when they took up new cooking techniques or gardening. Some where less good, like when they took up axe throwing and put a big gaping hole in the wall. His only complaint was that they perhaps had too many hobbies. Constantly changing them and never seeing one through.

“You know, if you stuck with your hobbies for a while, you might find that you improve on them. You don’t have to be instantly good at every new thing you try.”

“I know that.” Their tone did not sound convincing, however. “I just like to try new things.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Lucifer agreed. “And there’s nothing wrong with giving up on things you don’t actually interest you in the end. However, if you don’t give these hobbies of yours a proper chance you’ll never know. Sometimes the things that are the most challenging offer the greater reward when we accomplish them.”

[Y/N] sat their needlepoint down and looked at Lucifer. “Maybe you’re right. I guess I could give it another shot. I did buy all that new yarn.”

Lucifer smile. “Whatever makes you happy darling.”

Mammon

“Ow! What the--! Who’s Akuzon order is all over the damn lobby?!”

“Sorry! It’s mine!” [Y/N] apologized. Jogging up to Mammon to get their boxes.

“Oh…ok.” He knelt down to pick up one of the boxes. Suddenly pain & anger free from almost tripping over them a moment ago. “What is all this?”

“My new leather press.” Mammon gave them a confused look, which made [Y/N] chuckle. “It’s for making leather belts or jewelry. Stuff like that.”

“Belts hn?” Mammon replied as he helped carry the boxes upstairs now. “Well, if ya ever need a model for ‘em. Look no further than right here!”

[Y/N] chuckled again. “A model? Why would I need that?”

“For when ya take the pictures to try and help sell ‘em.”

“I’m not going to sell them.”

“Then why bother?” Clearly this made no sense to him.

“I don’t know. It just seemed like a fun thing to try. Besides, I don’t even know if I’ll be good at it.”

“I’m sure ya will be. You’re good at everything.” Mammon seemed to realize that he had said that out loud, and his ears turned red. “I mean, I’m sure it can’t be that hard. You just pull this handle thingy down over the leather and it works like that, right? Any idiot can do that.”

“Well, this ‘idiot’ is gonna try.” [Y/N] teased. Making Mammon pout. “But, I tell you what, I may not need to model but I can make you a belt once I get the hang of it. How about that?”

Mammon’s face lit up for a moment, but then he tried to tamper it down. “I mean…yeah, sure. If you want to. I guess that would be cool.”

He then proceeded to wear it every day once he got it.

Satan

“What are you reading?” Satan asked as he came up to [Y/N] with their nose buried in a book.

“It’s a book on gardening.” They replied. “I was really interested in the herbology lesson the other day, so I wanted to see about maybe growing some of the plants to keep around here.”

“That’s very ambitious.” He told them. “Devildom plants are notoriously tricky to grow in a control environment. They like to be wild.”

“Like the people?” [Y/N] asked. Giving Satan a cheeky look. To which he smiled.

“I suppose. Which one are you going to try first?”

“I was thinking this one.” They showed him a picture of some flowers, commonly now as Magpie Blooms. “They look really pretty and I thought that they would brighten up the house.”

“They will up until the point they try to kill us.” Satan interjected. “Magpies are aromatically poisonous.”

[Y/N] quickly turned the book around with a startled, “what??” and re-read the passage. “Geez. You’d think they’d mention it in here.”

“It’s sort of common knowledge to us.

[Y/N] sighed and sat the book down. “Don’t get discouraged [Y/N]. There are a lot of other, perfectly lovely plants that aren’t nearly as dangerous. Tell you what, why don’t we try this new hobby together? I’ve always liked plants. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but enough. And learning a new topic is always interesting. Why do you say?”

[Y/N] beamed and said, “ok!” Before opening the book again and sitting next to Satan to go over it.

Satan, of course, thought that their first attempt should be for catnip. They settled on a lavender bush instead, but there may have been a small pot of catnip secretly growing in Satan’s room later.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#satan x reader #obm satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer #obey me mammon x reader #mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me scenarios #obey me imagine #scenarios #imagine

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assistedbytherats · 1 month

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Things I feel the consistent and inexplicable urge to collect on walks.

Bottle caps. I have a jar in my room (which I’ve had for a while and took with me when I moved) full of bottle caps. I thought I would have filled it by now but a surprising number can fit in only half the space in that jar. I’m walking, I see a metal bottle cap on the street, I pick it up and pocket it. It goes in the jar. Why? You tell me, I’ve got no clue.

Good looking sticks. Not to use for any particular purpose, but I’ve got a pile of sticks on my desk from yesterday alone where I spontaneously spent an hour walking through a park picking up Good Sticks.

Feathers. I grew up being told not to touch random feathers (likely fear of Vague Wild Animal Disease), so I know this isn’t a learned habit from childhood. But lately I’ve felt urged to pick up good looking feathers. They’re on my altar. They’re on my wall. Most of them are in a bag, on my desk, with the sticks. I did not want them for a purpose, only for a strange New whim.

Writing materials/stationary. Especially on campus, I see a broken pencil on the ground? Take that shit home with me. A pen left on a desk for an hour? Mine now.

Can i stress again feathers. Every feather I see is in my pocket instantly. Despite how much I don’t like the idea of feathers in my pockets (what if they get damaged??) something in my heart that I cannot understand wants nothing more than for me to take home every fucking feather I see while walking around.

Cool looking rocks, especially near water where they’ve gone all smooth? I take those things and by the time I’m done I’ve got a damn pile of em. Doesn’t happen often because I’m not usually wandering lakeside but when I am, I return with pockets heavy with smooth stones and will become another small mountain on my desk.

KEYCHAINS KEYCHAINS KEYCHAINS KEYCH-

This isn’t really a “see on the ground while walking” thing but it’s in the same vein- envelopes. I’ve got a freezer bag in my desk drawer of envelopes (all of them used, opened, and cardless, mind you.) it’s just something about an envelope with an address on it, torn open (usually by me.) why do I keep these? I couldn’t tell you.

Also I feel the urge to take people’s mail (i live in a space where packages are left in a hallway for people to pick up and every time I walk through there i at least want to look at em all. Rest assured i haven’t actually STOLEN anyone else’s mail and I don’t intend to, although it’s tempting.

The corvid urge to take little souvenirs as I make my morning commute is insane, theres an unnamed magpie in my brain and I’m not impulse shaming it, I’m just impulse… inquiring why.

#paganblr #corvid behavior #magpie #crow culture #idk what this community is on tumblr #but it probably exists #and if not is this just #something to think about #what does this mean #hellenic pagan #gay pagan #pagan #hellenic polytheism #helpol

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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Recent come alive in the neon light snippets have been gathered up, given a spit-shine, and dumped on AO3 as a new chapter! Also I added about 1500 words of sex scene, as promised.

I will now take this opportunity to talk a little bit about voice, because I can, and because this fic has been sort of my way of working through these thoughts in practical application. Warning that if you read below the cut, you may not be able to stop noticing all the ways I don’t manage to follow my own guidelines. I sure can’t!

Steve’s voice is actually quite challenging for me, and I don’t think I’m all that consistent with it. The trick is giving him sentences that have a short rhythmic arc and don’t rely on a lot of abstract imagery, adverbs, or beautiful-sounding individual words. A really good Steve voice should be raw and punchy, and it should leave a lot unsaid: there should be space between the lines. He’s not the kind of guy to worry a thought to death, chasing down all its logical conclusions. Instead, he operates on a very visceral level, because he inhabits his body very fully. When he says things, it’s not necessarily because he’s chewed them over and really thought them through. Saying something is part of his process of thinking it, which is why he’ll throw in really decisive phrases when he reaches a conclusion.

(Sample Steve line pulled from S4E1: “Maybe you need to listen to yourself. Ever think about that? I listened. Look at me. Boom, back in business.”)

Both Steve and Eddie repeat concepts/phrases sometimes when they talk, but Steve is more likely to say things slightly differently on repetition because he’s iterating, it’s an active process. Eddie is more likely to repeat things exactly the same way, because it has a more dramatic effect and adds to the intensity. He keeps a much tighter rein on what he says; his default defense is to clam up rather than babble.

Eddie’s voice is challenging for me in a different way because I struggle to keep it from just being…my voice. He and I have a lot in common, linguistically speaking, although I suspect he should have a bit more influence from Wayne than he canonically does; he definitely strikes me as someone who’ll pick up phrasings and pronunciations like a magpie, sprinkled in among the chaotic mix of small-town Midwestern and the fucking weird things you say when you grow up spending more time with SF/F novels than people. Take it from me, a person who grew up amongst the cornfields and also had a teenage tendency to say undersocialized shit like “insisted on the matter, in fact.” (I also started as a DM when I was about 15, which Does Something to the way you talk. Can’t explain it, it just is what it is.)

It shakes out as a kind of acrolect-mesolect hybrid. He’s got an extensive vocabulary and a knack for bardic cadence, but his fast-and-dirty communication style is unpolished and deliberately casual. He likes what language can do, and he revels in his mastery of it. That doesn’t mean composing poetic eddas, it means he says stuff like “super jealous as hell” which has a very pleasing internal rhyme and a nice little rhythm to the stresses.

Even when he’s just talking one-on-one, he does all these cool things with the literal sound of his voice that just don’t translate well to the page. (“That Ste-e-eve Harrington…was actually? A good dude.” HOW DO YOU TRANSCRIBE THAT EFFECTIVELY)

I could keep going, especially about the way that Eddie tends to pace his speech like he’s delivering oratory rather than having a conversation, but this has been 500+ words already and I have other things to do with my day.

Obviously these are personal interpretations and YMMV, and also I’m not taking into account things like the fact that JQ is not actually from the midwestern USA. So take it all with a hefty grain of salt.

Plus, when it comes right down to it, I honestly do not trust the writers to have put anywhere near this much thought into individual character voices, but…it’s fandom’s job to create coherence, sometimes whole-cloth. We spackle over plot holes, we tie up loose ends, we bend over backwards to make things make sense. It’s what we do!

#steddie #stranger things fic #fic: come alive in the neon light #stranger things meta #ST meta for TS

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 11 months

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So, I’d somehow managed to never have heard the Flight of the Conchords radio sitcom before. I first watched their TV sitcom in about 2009, I think. And got into their music from there. I’ve re-watched that show many, many times in the last fifteen years, it’s probably one of the shows I’ve watched the most times in full. Yet somehow, never bothered to hear the radio show that came first until this week, when I was gathering Daniel Kitson radio things like, to borrow a phrase I’ve heard someone else use, a comedy magpie. Kitson was only in one episode, but I listened to all six, deciding that’s long overdue.

Here are some thoughts:

- Interesting (to me) that the only actor, besides the main two, to reprise his radio role in the TV show was Rhys Darby. I guess that should be obvious – he’s the only other Kiwi main character, he’s the one who started out with them. But for some reason I hadn’t thought of the fact that he had more history with the band than just being cast in their TV show. That’s cool.

He plays almost the same character. Different name, and in the radio show he was still with his wife, though only barely. And no useful job outside the band. That’s the difference between British radio and American TV for you – America and TV make their characters have glamourous jobs like working in the New Zealand consulate office.

- On that subject, the big and obvious difference is that the radio show is on the BBC and about a Kiwi band trying to make it in England, while the TV show is on HBO and about a Kiwi band trying to make it in America. That may reflect the band’s actual growing success – in 2005, they were trying to get somewhere in Britain, and by 2007, they were breaking America.

- Daniel Kitson plays a novelty music guy for whom the Conchords do support work. His character performs with a panda puppet. This is funny to me because about a year and a half earlier, Daniel Kitson was ranting to at least one audience about his dislike of people who perform with puppets (the immortal line “If you want to say rude things on stage, take the sock off your hand and start losing friends, you fucking chicken”), based on a radio show he had to do with ventriloquist Nina Conti.

- This also makes it amusing to me that Nina Conti appeared in that radio show, though not with her puppet and not in the same episode as Daniel Kitson. She played a slightly different version of the character played by Kristen Schaal in the TV show, and Jimmy Carr played her husband. I think Jimmy Carr was the only guest star to turn up in more than one episode, and I hate to say this, but he was quite good.

- I find it very funny that they still did a storyline with Bret being self-conscious about being too skinny, even in the radio version. Because we can’t see him there. They could have had any character self-conscious about anything. But they still decided to pick on Bret McKenzie by making it a plot point that what he actually looks like is a terrible thing to look (even though it’s definitely not… I mean, I’m not often attracted to men, but I very occasionally am, and when I am, they tend to look like Bret McKenzie).

- Other plot points common to both versions: they have a Yoko Ono (different name, very similar character, her episode is probably the most similar between the radio and TV versions), Bret quits the band, Rhys Darby struggles to get them bookings.

- Actually, I was wrong about Rhys Darby being the only one to reprise his role. Greg Proops plays the same character who sends them off on basically the same plotline.

- Writing this post got me looking at the Wikipedia page for their TV show, and it is quite cool to just look at that list of guest stars, keeping in mind that this was all pre-2010. Look at all the stuff the guest and recurring stars have gone on to do, in addition to Kristen Schaal and Rhys Darby’s careers.

I’m pretty sure Bret and Jermaine count as official Chocolate Milk Gang members, as does Demitri Martin (who’s billed on the Wikipedia page as a guest star in that TV show because he’s only in one episode, but he has such a significant role in that episode that I tend to think of him as a major character). And a number of the other names on that page are people I think of as CMG-adjacent for various reasons. The Flight of the Conchords TV sitcom is basically a gathering of the NYC wing of the CMG (yes I realize it may not be entirely accurate to define the New York alternative comedy scene as merely a branch of some stuff that happened in Britain, but this is how I choose to see the world). See, this sort of thing is why I have described the Chocolate Milk Gang as “an international crime syndicate that sometimes organizes soccer matches” (that is a quote from John Oliver, even though he may have been actually talking about FIFA when he said it).

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g1ngerbeer · 2 years

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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)💚💚

hello!! thank you for the ask :0

i wear glasses with a chain to keep them from falling when i take them off and forget i’m holding them, and i think it looks really cool

once in a while i paint my nails outside in my backyard which is fun. also it’s cool to look at when i’m finished!

my art is pretty :) and i can see a lot of improvement when i look at pieces from several months ago

i’m the funniest person to ever live on this earth god bless amen. also i steal catchphrases / favorite words from my friends like a magpie (the explanation for “god bless” 💀) which i think is cool

i’m god

…joke. actual fifth thing is that i’m no longer the shortest person in my family (:<

#ask #ask game!#inkedmyths #<3

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edenmemes · 3 years

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misc poetry sentence starters

❝ one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people. ❞ ❝ you remind me what love lives in this skin. ❞ ❝ you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream. ❞ ❝ i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible. ❞ ❝ the world was made so we can find each other in it. ❞ ❝ the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer. ❞ ❝ i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you. ❞ ❝ is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you? ❞ ❝ against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness. ❞ ❝ the world grows green again when you smile. ❞ ❝ your share of pains would fill a sea. ❞ ❝ i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people. ❞ ❝ what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute. ❞ ❝ i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling. ❞ ❝ the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure. ❞ ❝ you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that. ❞ ❝ i did violence to my own heart. ❞ ❝ i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth. ❞ ❝ like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages. ❞ ❝ and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue. ❞ ❝ you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry. only the sun has come this close, only the sun. ❞ ❝ sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined. ❞ ❝ when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours? ❞ ❝ i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know. ❞ ❝ i had it all and i want it back again. ❞ ❝ i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. ❞ ❝ we are two reflections that cross swords with each other. ❞ ❝ as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off. ❞ ❝ do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better? ❞ ❝ my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame. ❞ ❝ i am three oceans away from my soul. ❞ ❝ you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me. ❞ ❝ i went to sleep last night so i could see you. ❞ ❝ even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods. ❞ ❝ how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder? ❞ ❝ it does me no good to be good to me now. ❞ ❝ i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me. ❞ ❝ i must clothe myself in other worlds. ❞ ❝ suffering is the privilege of those who feel. ❞ ❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞ ❝ the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything. ❞ ❝ i can be bold, because i have you with me always. ❞ ❝ you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind. ❞ ❝ not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone. ❞ ❝ i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted. ❞ ❝ you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed. ❞ ❝ there’s something electric in your blood. ❞ ❝ you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light. ❞ ❝ time doesn’t obey our commands. ❞ ❝ i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy. ❞ ❝ to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞ ❝ i love you --- like a storm bursts overhead --- i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite. ❞ ❝ and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back. ❞ ❝ i am less a god now that you’ve touched me. ❞ ❝ your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart. ❞ ❝ you said i killed you --- haunt me then. ❞ ❝ your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it. ❞ ❝ strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty. ❞ ❝ you will hear thunder and remember me. ❞ ❝ ever think it’s possible for us to be happy? ❞ ❝ and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you. ❞ ❝ since we’re bound to be something, why not together? ❞ ❝ i am ashes were once i was fire. ❞ ❝ this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours. ❞ ❝ it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness. ❞ ❝ kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark. ❞ ❝ i have thought of you often since the darkness. ❞ ❝ with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant. ❞ ❝ there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash. ❞ ❝ open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am. ❞ ❝ what the hell is tragedy? i am. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind. ❞ ❝ how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break. ❞ ❝ so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again. ❞ ❝ i am myself. that is not enough. ❞ ❝ i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness. ❞ ❝ my power, which to me is still a curse --- ❞ ❝ ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart. ❞ ❝ do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light? ❞ ❝ i like you; your eyes are full of language. ❞ ❝ let me tell you what i do know. i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good. ❞ ❝ you are the cause and the cure --- both. ❞ ❝ i have kisses for the back of your neck. ❞ ❝ your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel. ❞ ❝ we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn. ❞ ❝ suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys. ❞ ❝ lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer. ❞ ❝ and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness. ❞ ❝ since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark. ❞ ❝ i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still. ❞ ❝ you move like the moon. ❞ ❝ my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. ❞ ❝ in your eyes, the fires of twilight. ❞ ❝ do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you. ❞ ❝ i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood. ❞ ❝ you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one. ❞ ❝ you are not real. you are a dream of a dream. ❞ ❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞ ❝ i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature. ❞ ❝ come this evening --- i am eager for stars. ❞ ❝ i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name. ❞ ❝ i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming. ❞ ❝ to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive. ❞ ❝ i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised. ❞ ❝ it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger. ❞ ❝ i live --- but i’m mutilated. ❞ ❝ if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry. ❞ ❝ i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other. ❞ ❝ you will open your wounds and make them a garden. ❞ ❝ i come home --- and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt. ❞ ❝ i planted roses, but without you they were thorns. ❞ ❝ everything inside me is in revolt. ❞ ❝ how this darkness soaks me through and through. ❞ ❝ give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me. ❞ ❝ say something dangerous like i love you. ❞ ❝ listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? ❞ ❝ in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love. ❞ ❝ breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you. ❞ ❝ my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides. ❞ ❝ you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts. ❞ ❝ gods are stubborn. so am i. ❞ ❝ is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured? ❞ ❝ there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting. ❞ ❝ beware. beware. there is a tenderness. ❞ ❝ half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood. ❞ ❝ i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me. ❞ ❝ you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth. ❞ ❝ i have it in me...to scare myself with my own desert places. ❞ ❝ my mouth still houses century-old magic. in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god. ❞ ❝ keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice. ❞ ❝ i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry. ❞ ❝ this skin is sick with loneliness. ❞ ❝ memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most. ❞ ❝ after fury, what do you do with the remains? ❞ ❝ come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it. ❞ ❝ let’s admit, without apology, what we do together. ❞ ❝ try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it. ❞ ❝ it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations. ❞ ❝ i am too full of life to be half-loved. ❞ ❝ today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love. ❞ ❝ heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile. ❞ ❝ my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell. ❞ ❝ will you see the human in my being? ❞ ❝ if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever. ❞ ❝ part broken part whole, you begin again. ❞ ❝ i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you. ❞ ❝ i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❞ ❝ whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you. ❞ ❝ i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine. ❞ ❝ i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is. ❞ ❝ i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i. ❞ ❝ do i not live? badly, i know, but i live. ❞ ❝ something of you stuck with me. a splinter. ❞ ❝ i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos. ❞ ❝ sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will. ❞ ❝ my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me. ❞ ❝ i had an old wound once, but it is healing. ❞ ❝ always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that... ❞ ❝ when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you. ❞ ❝ dark as it is --- you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul. ❞ ❝ am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? ❞ ❝ i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins. ❞ ❝ sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet. ❞

#rp meme #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #long post for ts /#ill most likely add some more soon <3

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mel-the-fangirl · 3 years

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Toss A Coin to Your Witcher

Henry Cavill x Reader

Words: 2,362

I am so so so nervous to post this because this is my first time writing a Henry fic and I know that the Henry Cavill fandom is such a tightknit family, I hope you guys have room for one more hopeless Henry stan. I know this isn’t even half as good as the other Henry fics out there but I had this idea stuck in my head for a very long time.

Please like and reblog or leave me some replies if I should do a second part! Thank you!

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The makeup brush swept precisely along your cheekbone, covering it in a subtle shimmer. Production staff milled around behind you, testing sound, testing lights. Being an actor, these things were nothing new.

"Now remember, say it with me,"

"Don't say or do anything stupid." you recited with your long time agent and friend, Marge.

You thanked the makeup artist and made your way to the set.

"When have I ever said or done anything stupid though?" you asked

Marge looked at you appraisingly before replying,

"There's always a time for everything. Now go on."

The vibe on set dialled to a hundred when you stepped on. It was really flattering how they cheered as you plonked your butt down on the wooden chair, a red tarp was set up behind you and the studio lights surrounded the area.

"Ready when you are Y/N!" the producer aka the ring leader of this whole operation flashed you a thumbs up

You nodded, feeling the nervousness bubble up your throat.

Surprise, surprise. You still got nervous in front of the camera. It wasn't hard to handle though, you took a couple of deep breaths and you were good to go.

"Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I'm here with Buzzfeed and we're gonna be playing Twenty Questions." you winked at the camera with your arms wrapped around the little jar that had your questions in it

"Let's get started, shall we?"

Eager to begin, you stuck your hand into the jar without a second thought.

"I freaking love Buzzfeed, really. Especially Tasty, I mean, I don't cook. But," you shrugged, wiggling your fingers, hearing the tiny bits of folded paper move around in the jar. "I love watching people cook. Then I love eating."

Scattered chuckles broke out through the crew.

After a few minutes of rustling around, you figured you’d just come clean, "Okay. Small problem."

You lifted your hand, the jar coming along with it. The pieces of folded paper crowding around your encased wrist as you waved your arm.

Another round of shocked giggles started up as a couple of assistants rushed to you and tried to yank the jar off.

"This is too good," the producer chortled, "Mind if we keep this in?"

"Fine by me!" you watched intently as Marge rolled up your sleeve so one assistant could pour oil all over it. Eagle eyed, she watched as a drop of oil landed on the bottom hem of your sweater.

"Great job, Y/N. This sweater was a gift from that designer you met last week, he said he made it just for you." she scolded, taking charge by grabbing the jar with two hands

"It was an accident, Marge. It's not like I planned on getting my hand stuck in a jar today!"

With a tug and a pop, your hand was free and slick with olive oil. Marge landed on her butt on the floor.

"Marge!" you howled with laughter, helping her up

She straightened her blouse, all business but her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment.

"Can someone help Y/N wash the oil off her hands? Let's get this show on the road, people!" she barked marching orders at the staff, clapping her hands as she went. She wasn't in charge here but no one dared to question her.

You chuckled, knowing that this was a cute little anecdote you’d be sharing with anyone who was willing to listen.

A few minutes later, you were back in your chair, having a laugh with everyone. The jar incident already stripped away the majority of your anxiety so you were ready to go.

"Okay! First question!" you squinted at the strip of paper, "What is the most expensive thing you’ve stolen from any set you’ve been on?"

“Well!” you widened your eyes at the camera, “Bold of you all to assume that I’ve ever stolen anything!”

Marge scoffed rather audibly, making everyone raise their eyebrows at you.

“Okay, fine!” you held up your hand. The stunning ring you had on sparkled underneath the lights, nearly blinding anyone who looked.

“I did a period movie a while back and they had these drop dead gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous pieces of jewelry. I wore this piece,” you gazed down at the ring fondly, “for the whole of the film and I just pinched it after we wrapped, I couldn’t part with it, okay? I’m like a fricking magpie, I love shiny things.”

The crew burst into fits of laughter, making you laugh along with them.

“To clarify! This is the replica the props department had made, a very expensive replica. I can see you freaking out, Marge. And no, you don’t have to call the insurance company.”

You were a big hit, to say the least. You had them in stitches every time you opened your mouth but all good things had to come to an end, right?

It didn’t matter how carefully you dipped your hand into the question jar, this next one was going to make things very messy for you.

"What do you like to do in your free time?" you read out loud, tapping a finger against your chin

"There hasn't been much free time lately,” you chuckled, “Let’s see… I play video games, yeah. I am so obsessed with the Witcher, it's borderline unhealthy. I’ve read all the books and played the games so many times."

"What do you think of Henry Cavill as Geralt?" the producer asked you

Henry Cavill.

Just hearing that man's name was enough to make the blood rush to your cheeks. You brushed an imaginary hair out of your face. From behind the camera, Marge raised a knowing brow.

"Well," you cleared your throat and sat up straighter

"To be honest, at first I was really skeptical about his casting. I mean, he is way too good looking. Like way. Way. Too good looking. But…"

"But?"

Your mind drifted to the first time you saw a picture of Henry Cavill in full costume. The white hair, the golden cat eyes, the intense gaze and all that leather? It definitely made you feel… Certain things.

You cleared your throat, propping yourself on the table with your arms. To be honest, your head was still in a Henry Cavill haze so you had zero control of what came out of your mouth next.

"I'd definitely toss all my coins to that Witcher. Toss a few other things as well."

Everyone in the room ooh'ed and whistled, delighted by your saucy reply. The ruckus snapped you out of it and your hand immediately flew to your mouth.

“Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.”

“You did.” Marge mouthed at you, trying but failing to contain her laughter

"So you enjoyed his performance as Geralt?" the producer pressed on, hoping to get more audience-raking answers

How many times were you going to blush during this interview?

"Oh, well, about that, I haven't really gotten around to actually watching it.” you admitted sheepishly, “But I've seen photos and some clips. Very impressed by what I've seen so far."

"You will watch it though, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. No way I’d miss out on that! Henry Cavill is an incredibly wonderful, talented actor. I think he’s also a fan of the franchise so I have no doubt that he played Geralt to perfection as with all his other roles." you nodded solemnly, putting a hand to your heart

Everyone in the room with you caught on that you were gushing over the actor, the sly looks they all exchanged with one another were a dead giveaway. Too bad you didn’t notice before you could try and play it cool.

“Alright! I think it’s time for the next question!” you declared, swiftly plucking another question out of the jar

By the time it was all over, you had convinced yourself that your little crush-related blunder wasn’t even a big deal, it would probably just be a little footnote in that video. No biggie.

But, Jesus Christ were you wrong.

The video took a couple of weeks to edit and in that time, you were busier than ever. A movie you had just done was getting a lot of attention, your performance in particular had critics singing your praises. At that point, you were definitely getting noticed a lot more when you stepped out for coffee.

So, the timing was just perfect.

The second the video went live, your phone was going off non stop. Twitter mentions, Instagram tags, and articles. A few notable entries being:

“WATCH: RISING STAR Y/N Y/L/N GUSHES ABOUT HENRY CAVILL IN CHARMING BUZZFEED VIDEO”

“@geraskier-rights: Y/N Y/L/N REALLY SAID SHE’D TOSS ALL HER COINS TO HENRY CAVILL’S GERALT AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS”

“@geralt-of-vengerberg: Y/N The Fond™ is showing👀👀👀”

Marge sat on your sofa with your phone in hand, absolutely thrilled while reading tweets out loud. You scheduled a panic session with her over lunch once everything blew up.

“Oh my God.” you groaned, massaging your temples. “Marge, what do I do?”

“About what?” she didn’t even bother to look up at you

You plopped yourself down next to her, laying your head in her lap, “All that. It’s everywhere.”

“And? There’s nothing wrong with it, they all think you’re charming and funny. A true Relatable Queen.”

Was it your sanity slipping through your fingers? Or the overpowering embarrassment? You had no idea but whatever it was, it had you laughing until your stomach hurt.

Marge tugged at your hair, “Get it together, bitch. Jeez.”

“What are you so worried about anyway?” she asked, placing your phone on your stomach

You swiped through your emails absentmindedly, “I’m not worried about anything, it’s just that what if…”

You left the words hanging in the air, you might as well have been dangling from a cliff from how much colour drained from your face.

“What if what?”

Marge shoveled some pasta into her mouth before noticing that you essentially turned into a statue right next to her.

“Y/N!” she shook your arm with a grip you were sure would leave some bruises. “What’s the matter?”

Wordlessly, you passed your phone to her, the comment from a certain verified account displayed prominently on Buzzfeed’s Instagram post of a little snippet from your video, the “I’d toss all my coins to that Witcher” part, naturally.

“@henrycavill: Dear Y/N, how many coins are we talking about here? Let’s talk about my reward.”

It was all Marge could do to not throw your phone across the room. Her eyes went wide, following your every move as you paced back and forth, a thumbnail in your mouth.

“That did not just happen, I did not just see that right now. I didn’t.” you babbled, your heart beating thunderously in your chest

There it went. Your very own ticking time bomb finally went off. Number of casualties? Just one. You.

“Okay. Just calm down, Y/N.” Marge caught you mid-pace, squeezing your arms

“Maybe it was a fan account. Tell me it was a fan account, Marge. Henry Cavill did not just hear me imply what I implied.” you grasped at her hand with your clammy one

“Well if he has a fan account that’s verified and has fourteen point five million followers?”

“Oh god.” you groaned, sinking to the floor and hugging your knees

“Oh, Christ.”

Marge hauled you to your feet and thrust your phone in your hand. She looked you hard in the eye, “Stop your whining and answer him. You’re Y/N fucking Y/L/N, one of the hottest people on the planet, start acting like it.”

You stared at her, eyes wide. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Marge’s words started to make sense in your mind and adrenaline started surging through your veins. You nodded fervently, psyching yourself up.

“Fuck yeah.” you breathed, clicking ‘Reply’

“@yourinstagram: @henrycavill I know you take orens, crowns, and florens but maybe we should discuss further?”

Before you could even stop yourself (did you even want to?), your fingers already landed on the blue paper plane.

“I did it.” you exhaled, staring as the likes and overly enthusiastic replies started pouring in

“Fuck yeah, you did. Now, come on. Leave your phone. We’re getting drunk.”

More weeks passed and you actually ended up forgetting about that little reply you left Henry Cavill. You were busier than ever. Guestings, endorsement deals, and awards shows left and right. So, when you finally had a couple of days free, you decided you would set up camp on your sofa and finally watch Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia.

You even threw on your Superman pyjamas, “What the hell.” you shrugged

If you were going down this road, you might as well do it right. Maybe you would even watch the Man from U.N.C.L.E after or would it be Night Hunter? The decision would have to wait.

You watched, absolutely riveted as the White Wolf battled against the kikimora, his silver sword hacked at the creature with unmatched expertise. You were only a few minutes in but you already knew you’d be stuck on that sofa for hours.

When the kikimora had Geralt pinned underwater with his trusty sword just beyond arm’s reach, you found yourself on the edge of your seat, one of your cushions in a chokehold.

“Come on, come on, come on.” you muttered as Geralt reached for his sword

You wouldn’t find out if he got it or not. A knock on your door literally made you fall off the sofa.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, your hip was already smarting from the impact

Whoever that asshole was, you swore you were going to give him a piece of your mind. You stomped to your front door just as that idiot started knocking again.

You huffed and threw the door open then your mind immediately went blank.

“I am so sorry. Are you alright? I think I heard you fall?”

Oh yeah. You were definitely falling.

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You can find the second part here!

#henry cavill #geralt of rivia #the witcher #the man from uncle #night hunter #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #fanfiction #henry william dalgliesh cavill #cavillry

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years

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this isn’t done yet but I crave validation so have some rotten four bickering

“Buddy system today,” Mal says firmly, “No exceptions. We need to stick together and keep each other accountable. No shouting, no running, nothing that’s going to draw any attention to us so close to the ceremony.”

“Aw, and here I had all these fireworks ready to throw at Audrey,” Jay says, tossing whatever toy he’s got up over his head. He’s sprawled out on his back over Mal’s bed, and the toy is going to get stuck in the canopy if he’s not careful. “You sure we can’t have a little mayhem, killer?”

Mal takes a deep breath. Just because she’s strung tighter than a harp doesn’t mean that the others have to be. It’s probably for the best that they aren’t, actually. Keeping most of them relaxed means that there’s more of a margin for error in her own behavior. “If you cause trouble,” Mal says lightly “I will gut you like a fish and use your entrails for hair ribbons.”

“Rude. At least let Eves weave them into fabric or something, make a cool jacket out of my skin.”

“It’s too late to steal my mother’s pattern,” Carlos murmurs, without lifting his head up from the book he’s been scribbling in. “Should’a made this plan sooner. Could’ve gotten tips.”

Mal barks out a laugh. “Hah! I think your mother might have a few words for me if I started stealing her thing, furball.”

Carlos glances up, flicker-fast, just long enough that Mal can see him roll his eyes at her. “The words being what, that’s cool as hell and you’re going to have to pay a hefty licensing fee?”

Mal loves her crew sometimes. “I was thinking more like, stop right there, you bastard usurper, how dare you infringe upon my style and all that I hold dear,” Mal says, voice intentionally low and dramatic. Appropriately evil, of course, but nothing like Cruella’s actual unhinged shriek. “Or like, just wait until my lawyer hears about this, you little spineless magpie.”

Carlos snort-laughs. “Her lawyer being what, the only person in the house with enough remaining brain cells to open a law textbook?”

“That’s the one. You wanna see me in court, loser?”

“I’d kick your ass in a courtroom. Ad litem, the estate of Hell Hall brings against the estate of Maleficent of the Moors a grievous violation of lex scripta, as it has been established sub judice, and–”

Mal throws her head back, letting her tongue loll out of her mouth and letting just the tiniest bit of magic flow to her eyes, so that she can glow an inhuman green. “You’ve vanquished me,” she gurgles, through her feigned death throes. “The sacred language has burned the devil out of me, I’m normal now.”

#my fic

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lifenodaijobu · 3 years

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Just a little list of my soft Draco obsession

For @vemodalensx

Theres a few here but I’ve left some out since the list was getting a bit long. I might make another list with more.

The list separated between cute Draco and vulnerable Draco just so you can choose whether or not you want a bit of sadness with your softness ^3^

Oh and ofc it goes without saying that the whole list is Bottom Draco hehe

Cute Soft Draco

Flower Crowns (2.4k words)

It started with a single flower 🥀 Draco makes flower crowns for Harry and that is how the whole school finds out about them. A happy dose of Harry with flowers in his hair, and a smitten Draco.

Dreaming of you (21k words)

Harry has nightmares, he wishes for a night when he can sleep without nightmares. What happens when he starts dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Draco left the wizarding world after the war, he's a librarian and lives peacefully in muggle London, what happens when Harry fucking Potter shows up at his work place?

Honey (

Harry is sick of Draco's oh-so-adorable endearments.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

Quidditch Wife (Part 2)

Theres no real summary for this except for It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

All our pieces....fall right into places series

The first story: Draco had had a crush for a while and now that he had Harry in his bed...He was everything that Draco needed.

Trick or Treat

Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

Pretty

Harry finds a pair of stockings in the back of their dresser.

The Sweater

After being forced to room together in 8th year, Draco and Harry become friends and decide to continue their living arrangements post Hogwarts. The only problem is, Draco can't seem to stop stealing Harry's clothes.

1095 Roses for a life time

Being woken up by the lips of your boyfriend is always a nice surprise, especially on the morning of yours third anniversary of dating, which leads to hot and passionate morning activity. But all this is just to indulge in themselves, Harry's surprise includes roses and a promise for a lifetime. Will they be the right choice?

Get your kinks out

Harry plays seeker for the Magpies, and he discovers that one of his teammates secretly wears lace panties. What begins as a sexual relationship becomes increasingly complicated by Harry’s fame, Draco’s family, and Harry’s ambivalent feelings about dominating Draco.

Can’t say no

Draco really has the worst friends. When they put a spell on him that he has to say no to everything Harry says.....things don't turn out well.

That time when Harry proposes and gets turned down because of his horrible friends.

What Draco wants

Out of anything a petty fight with Harry Potter could have led to, Draco Malfoy least expected it to end with him bent over a table, questioning his relationship and feelings for Potter, and having the best sex of his life.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

Things Change

Harry and Draco's friends notice something different about them when they fight. See what they find out when they walk down an empty hallway.

Whats a little veritasium between two sworn enemies?

Draco Malfoy has a nasty habit of always coming across such bad luck no matter where circumstance presents itself and unfortunately that doesn't seem to change when his bloody nemesis Harry Potter over hears him talking about Veritaserum potions in the hallways past curfew. ( It was Pansy fault really)

Harry wants to know what the Slytherin boy is up to, especially with how nervous Malfoy is, but is that ALL Harry wants to know?

Mr Right Now - side note: Cedric/Draco

What do you do when you're feeling down about your ex? Make him jealous! Story features Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy trying to win back their loves, but somehow end up falling into each other's arms

For the love a kitten

With Voldemort Dead, life is not easy for Harry as Old friends become enemies and old enemies become friend. With the return of three Slytherins, Harry life is turned upside down.

How to prepare for a wedding night

I have a neighbour. He is stuck in a loveless relationship and an arranged marriage. He has zero experience in bed. He needs my help so that his love life won't suck for the next few decades. He needs a sex teacher. Oh... and the neighbour happens to be Draco freaking Malfoy. And I might be a little tiny bit in love with the git...

Draco's Scent

In which Harry can't be around Draco for long without the boy's stupid smell messing with his mind, and he really, really hates that.

Turn The Heat Up

Wonky Cooling Charms result in interesting revelations

Flirt

Draco and Hermione make a devastating duo at the Ministry as the respective Department Heads of Wizarding Culture Preservation and Muggle Relations. When Harry Potter gets involved in their latest joint project, Draco can’t seem to stop himself from constantly flirting with him even when it doesn’t seem to affect the golden boy at all. He’s wrong. Harry is most definitely affected. Includes Slytherin shenanigans, Draco sucking at quidditch, and Harry trying not to be charmed. Draco POV.

Angsty/Vulnerable Soft Draco

The Draco Malfoy incident - side note: I cried big time

Draco Malfoy is best friends with a Hufflepuff. A HUFFLEPUFF! He's also partnered with a redhead git, trying to hide from an obsessive green-eyed saviour and has become overly fond with sunrises. It's exhausting. Can't a man plan an assassination in peace around here?

I’m not in your dreams

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Yours for the taking

Draco was raised to be the perfect Omega, but there are things even he cannot endure. When he discovers just what Tom Riddle's plans for him are once he's claimed him he is confronted with an impossible decision. Only one thing remains clear: he will never be able to go back home.

Luckily, Harry Potter is there to save the day

Rough on you - side note: Dark Harry. This is more vulnerable Draco than soft Draco so please read the tags before you start the story :) I was unsure whether I wanted to add this here but hey-ho

"I'm the only one that can give you want you really want." Harry spun Draco around and held his arms at his side and he pressed against his back, whispering against his throat. "That can force you, that can humiliate you… that can hurt you, and you want it. You want me."

Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.

But who guards the dragon?

This is an expansion of my one-shot, It'll be Okay. You don't have to read it first, it will be in the story. Requested. DMHP Sub/Dom relationship. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Harry thinks a few thinks through, then comes into his creature inheritance. He finds out that he is the dominant mate to one Draco Malfoy. But things are never easy for the boy who lived

Taken For Granted

Having pined for Harry for long enough, Draco decided that it was time to give up and move on. What happens when Harry realizes too late what he's lost?

Mourning

Harry returns to school to complete his NEWTs. There he finds a much changed Draco Malfoy and surprisingly subdued Professor Snape.

In your arms, rests my world

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Inside your mind

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

"I'll Protect You," and you can seal that with an Unbreakable Vow

His friends may tease but Harry doesn't feel bad for keeping a close eye on the Slytherin boy of one Draco Malfoy, after all someone has to do it. So when Harry secretly follows the pure-blood boy out past the courtyard, there's nothing strange or unusual about it; nor is it wrong.

Unfortunately the same can not be said for the scenario Harry accidentally stumbles upon as he can't help but stare in horror. It's not just wrong. It's absolutely despicable and Harry, well, Harry just has to do something about it.

A Big Black Sky

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."

Song To Say Goodbye

Draco should have remembered that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Somewhere along the way he forgot to always be careful and was left with nothing. It was hard enough getting himself together the first time, can he do it again?

Small spoiler for Song to Say Goodbye below

Its not Drarry Endgame: he ends up with a OMC cuz Harrys a big dickhead

#soft draco #cute draco #vulnerable draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #bottom draco #drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec

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lowlights · 2 years

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Laura my darling—congrats on 500 followers!! I’m so glad other people get to experience that little !!!! of excitement when they see you on their dash like I do💞

I’d really love to be paired with a Pedro boy if you’re still doing that?

30, 5’10, plus sized, bisexual, genderfluid (most people use she/her for my pronouns, but idc you literally cannot misgender me lol), super long wavy hair that’s about half natural hair color, other half mermaid-blue.

I’ve never met an animal I didn’t love— I especially love my 17 year old kitty, Winnie, otters, bats, and frogs. I’m an extremely low energy bitchie, except when I fixate on gemstones or jewelry making, then I have to be forcibly stopped. I love to read and write, especially poetry. I spend the majority of my time at home because I take classes online, and unless I’m seeing my favorite people or running necessary errands, I’d just rather be at home in my pjs.

I am incapable of doing anything with less than my whole ass (go big or go home, and unfortunately, I almost always go big), which means I have never been normal about anything I love in my life ever. I’m the loud, loyal, snuggly friend who everyone turns to for support or comfort because lifting people up is one of my favorite things ever. Super impulsive and very clumsy, it is a joke amongst friends and family that I am in need of supervision at all times, or chaos will ensue lol. Needless to say, no one is ever bored when I’m around😁

-mandoblowmybackout💗

ASH. You are a freaking angel for waiting so long for this. I adore you, you know this.

Reading about you - and having the absolute pleasure of getting to talk to you - gave me everything I need to know which man you need.

It's our sweet space boy. Ezra.

First off, Ezra would go feral for someone with your mind and bangin' body - I said what I said - and be attracted to you immediately. I think of all of the Pedro boys, Ezra is one of the most likely to be super chill about things like gender and sexuality. He's interested in connecting with others and he's encountered a lot of different people in his travels. He just likes you, that's all he cares about.

Let's get into the obvious thing - you guys are all about the shiny rocks. Y'all would geek out over it. He would bring you home the coolest gems and watch as you created something beautiful with them. He is a total magpie I think and would bring you oddities as a display of love and devotion.

Ez would be totally cool with both your low-energy moments and your 'whole ass' moments because I think he has a lot of the same in him as well. We see Ez do things full-out in the movie, but I think in his downtime he loves to just hang out and be in his pajamas with you. I think he and Winnie would have an especially hilarious relationship- Ezra is DEFINITELY talking out loud a lot and making cat voices back as a response. I feel like they would get into trouble.

Ezra would look out for you and keep you from too much chaos and disaster. I really think your energies would match super well with each other!!!

#i hope you like your match!#i seriously love him for you #also he wants you to dye his hair blue like yours one day #<3 <3 #thank you for your patience #character match #500 follower celebration

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agirlwithachakram · 2 years

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I’m not sure if you’ve seen the deleted scene with Makkari about nostalgia(in it she talks to Sprite about collecting artifacts to keep them safe from humans and how humans are still worth saving because they’ll risk everything for those they love—it reminded me of Gilgamesh/Thena’s ‘when you love something protecting it is the most natural thing in the world’)but leaving the Domo to take all those things yet not visiting anyone(other than Druig, I assume)is so much. I know for them 500 years is nothing but I feel like she’d at least drop in for a coffee. Because her power is what it is, it’s hard to believe she just. Sat down for centuries. They all adapted to humans and Earth in such different ways which is cool, considering they’re not meant to evolve at all.

yeah! I think she thinks humans are cool, she just finds it easier to watch them from the outside and look after their cool stuff than to make real connections with them.

It is VERY weird that she didn't say hello to anyone else during the break but I think that is supposed to be our takeaway. Kingo appears to be her second closest buddy and he says that no one's seen her in 500 years, so I assume that's accurate, aside from Druig. My read is that she felt totally abandoned! Everyone split up. Kingo went with Sprite, Sersi and Ikaris went off together (and she obviously wasn't going to hang out with Ikaris), Thena and Gil went out to the middle of nowhere, and i'm guessing Ajak and Phastos initially paired up. i don't think Makkari's feeling super charitable toward Ajak at the moment either. She's protective of her bestie and Ajak has absolutely failed him.

and Druig. Druig didn't ask her to come. which is reasonable in the moment; he didn't want to put her in the way of Ikaris's wrath, he didn't want to ask her to defy their literal god. but that doesn't mean she wasn't hurt. so Makkari's like, okay, cool, whatever, I don't need people. and retreats to the things that can't abandon her. books and her magpie collecting hobby. could she have dropped by the giant convoy of thousands of people heading for the isthmus of turtle island and said hey got room for one more? yes probably. but then, maybe she wasn't comfortable with the situation, who knows. so I'm betting it was some time before she visited him.

i've been thinking about all this because I'm writing a little canon divergence fic where Ajak doesn't stop Ikaris right away, and how that changes things.

#ask response #marvel #eternals #makkari

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adenei · 3 years

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Ch. 3 - How to Win a Witch in 10 Days

Thursday - Pt. 3

Just when she thinks her life can’t get any stranger, James Potter walks back into it. How was she just sitting at the bar, scouting out potential men to dupe, when a blast from the past shows up at her side and asks her to dinner? Of all the nights and all the bars, they run into each other tonight.

Lily’s completely shaken on the inside but forces herself to remain calm, cool and collected. James Potter is the one that got away. The one who fancied her at Hogwarts, had asked her on countless dates—which she turned down—and by the time Lily finally realized she had feelings for him, he’d moved on. It hurt more than she expected it to, so when he walked up to her just minutes ago, Lily wasn’t sure how to react.

She intends to say no when he asks her to dinner, but something stops her. It takes a lot to admit to herself that she’s missed him over the past few years. After all, they were friends before he started dating Bridgette, and they had to work together as Head Boy and Head Girl. The lack of James’s presence left a gaping hole in her post-Hogwarts life that she never expected, and it’s only now that he’s here with her that she realizes just how badly she misses him.

“C’mon, Evans, it’s just dinner. Catching up can’t hurt, can it? I’ve missed you.”

Missed me? Seriously? Does he even realize that he was the one who changed everything? Years of incessant invitations to go on dates, and he finally wears her down only to yank the rug from underneath her by choosing someone else.

Part of her wants to slap him for being such an arsehole, but not if he doesn’t know he played with her heart three years ago. Not to mention that a physical altercation would certainly ruin her chances of picking up another guy. The more sensible thing is to tell him it was nice seeing him, but she’s meeting someone else, but what happens if he stays and realizes that it’s a lie? No, that wouldn’t do, either. Then, an idea pops into her mind. It’s certifiably insane, but if she plays her cards right, it could be the perfect opportunity for revenge.

There’s something so devilishly captivating about James Potter, and Lily decides she does want to get dinner with him. In fact, her mind is set on spending the next ten days with him. This could be Lily’s chance to prove to herself—and James—that they were never meant to be.

She glances up at him to see that he’s waiting for an answer, although he’s not pushy. He knows better than to press for a response. It’s funny how easy a single moment can bring her right back to the Great Hall or the Gryffindor common room. Her traitorous heart begins to beat in her chest as she tries to avoid the piercing hazel eyes that are begging her to let him in.

Well, you know what, Potter? Maybe I will let you in. I’ll let you in long enough to play with your heart like you played with mine, and we’ll see how you like it.

The plan continues to build in her mind, and then some. Luring James Potter into a relationship only to drive him away seems easy enough. After the debacle in school, Lily knows they’re better off apart, and maybe she’ll even gain the closure she didn’t think she needed. Plus, she supposed a snog or two in the process wouldn’t hurt anything if it came to that.

Lily visualizes the checklist sitting on her desk at work and mentally adjusts some of her ideas to make the game she’s playing more believable. Once all is said and done, James will realize it was a mistake to ever have approached her tonight, and Lily can have a bit of fun toying with James in the process. So, the hardened look she forced herself to give earlier now softens, and Lily even chances a smile. She sets her almost empty glass on the bar and glances around to see if she can find Alice and Marlene. They’re mingling on the other side of the room.

Well, they know I’m out to snag a man, so if they see I’m gone, they’ll know why. Lily shrugs as she turns back to James.

“Well, Potter, how can I resist when you put it like that? Lead the way.”

He holds out his arm, and Lily takes it. A smirk plays at her lips as she looks back in the direction of her friends one more time. She catches Alice’s eye and gives her a wink before turning back toward the door.

Let the games begin.

“I have to say, I’m impressed,” Lily admits as she tucks into her basket of fish and chips.

James has taken her into muggle London to grab a bite to eat, and Lily’s quite shocked by his choice. It’s a small hole in the wall shop that serves the greasiest food, but it’s delicious. The walls are laden with modern art murals and the wooden tables are covered in carved names. It’s a place Lily is sure University students go for a late-night snack or on their way home from a pub crawl. Aside from Lily and James’s semi-formal attire, they fit in well with the crowd.

“Why? Am I still as irresistible as I was at Hogwarts?” James still possesses the same air of confidence as Lily rolls her eyes.

Still as cocky as ever, it seems.

“No, I meant that I’m impressed that you know your way around muggle London.”

“Sirius and I discovered this place on one of our nights out a while back. I come here at least once a week.”

Lily smiles at the mention of another old friend. “How are Sirius and Remus anyway?’

“Brilliant! We were all living together until recently. Finally decided it was time to get our own places.”

“The Marauders have finally split?” Lily feigns shock.

“Nah, not entirely. We still work together.”

“Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?”

James laughs. “We work for Alastor’s Ads. I work mostly with clients from magical games and food, but I’m looking to branch out a bit more.”

“Fascinating. I always did think you could talk your way out of a paper bag,” Lily recalls.

“Come again?” James’s eyebrows crease and one side of his face scrunches in confusion.

“It’s a muggle saying.”

“Ah. What are you up to these days?”

“I write for Witch Weekly,” Lily keeps her explanation short. If he doesn’t know, then there’s no harm in keeping the How To column from him completely.

“Lily Evans, Head Girl, so much promise to do some good in the world, writes for Witch Weekly?” James says.

“It was a job. Now that I’ve got my foot in the door with a company and I’m gaining some credibility, I’ll be able to branch out and actually write what I want to write soon.”

“Soon? How long might that be?”

How does James always see right through her? It’s been three years, but he’s still as frustrating as ever.

“As long as it takes to find an opening in a position I want. I’m not looking to make a lateral move just to keep writing pieces I’m not passionate about.”

“And what are you passionate about?”

Lily fights the urge to answer him right away. She needs to keep the mystery there if she’s going to succeed in her endeavors.

“I could ask you the same question. Do you really want to be selling pitches to restaurateurs or quidditch teams for the rest of your career?”

“That’s a fair question.”

“And your answer is?”

“It depends. I’m working on branching out to different companies right now. I’ve submitted a proposal for Zabini’s Jewels and am hopeful I’ll get the pitch. Should know within the next week or so.”

“Interesting,” Lily responds.

“So, are you going to answer my question now?”

Of course, James doesn’t forget that she dodged his question, but that doesn’t stop her from feigning forgetfulness.

“What question?”

“What you’re passionate about,” James smirks at her, indicating he sees right through this act.

Lily sighs and figures she should answer him. “I want to write articles that can truly make a difference in someone’s life. I’m over the superficial bullshit.”

James leans back in his chair and smiles at Lily.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing. It’s just been nice spending time with you again.”

She returns his smile. “You know, as much as I might regret saying this later, you’re right. I got so wrapped up in finding a job and navigating life in the magical world that I wasn’t very good about keeping in touch with my friends.”

“I suppose I can forgive you for that.”

“Ah, I can die happy now, knowing you’ve forgiven me,” Lily winks at him.

“I aim to please,” James finishes their banter as they gather their things and get up from the table to head for the door.

They walk in silence for a while, and Lily basks in the enjoyment of James's company again. She wonders what he’s thinking about and whether their night should continue or if she should wait until tomorrow. Their feet lead them down a deserted alleyway in preparation to apparate out of muggle view. James pauses behind a dumpster and Lily follows suit.

“Do you want to come over?” James blurts, taking Lily by surprise.

Internally, she’s screaming yes, but it’s late on a Thursday and she still has to work tomorrow. She bites her bottom lip as James ruffles his hair with his hand.

“I’d like that, but I’m not sure if it's a good idea with work tomorrow.”

James lets out a gruff laugh. “Right, yeah, sorry—I just thought—”

“I had a good time tonight,” Lily reassures him. “Enough that I’d like to see you again if you’re interested?” She knows it’s ballsy to make the first move like that, but time is of the essence.

James’s eyes widen at her boldness. “Really?”

“I know, shocking, right?” she keeps her voice light and airy, while adrenaline is shooting through her body.

“Well, I’ve got tickets to the quidditch playoffs tomorrow—Arrows versus Magpies at seven. Perks of signing Appleby as a client,” James shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Just as friends, you know? I don’t want you to think it’s anything—”

“I’d love to!” Lily cuts him off.

She’s surprised that he’s backpedaling so much. He was never like that in Hogwarts. Then again, he probably figured he’d have a million more chances to wear her down. If he only knew….

“Really? Brilliant!” James’s tone sounds pleased, and Lily can sense a hint of relief in his voice. “There’s a Portkey leaving from the Leaky at six if you want to meet me there?”

“Sounds great.”

They both stand there awkwardly. Lily’s wondering if maybe she should have accepted his invitation to join him at his flat. She doesn’t want to kiss him on the first night, but after his invitation to the quidditch playoffs as friends, she knows she needs to do something to show him she’s interested in something more than that.

“So, I guess I’ll see you to—”

Lily realizes she’s out of time, and needs to do something so James is aware of her intentions. This is an act, and she has to play the clingy woman that moves before the time is right. Before she can talk herself out of it, Lily’s lunging toward James, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his with purpose. Her eyes close, so she doesn’t have to be disappointed if his reaction is anything less than eager.

She always imagined that the first kiss she’d share with James Potter would be soft and slow and sweet, with him instigating, and this is anything but. Thankfully it’s not forced, but it is awkward as she feels James freeze at the contact.

Shit. Maybe he really is over me. I must have read the signs wrong.

Lily pulls away and turns her head to the side in an attempt to avoid his gaze as mortification begins to set in. She’s about to berate herself more for making a terrible decision and losing a whole day for her article when she sees a flash of black hair out of the corner of her eye as he leans in to regain the previous closeness.

His lips are on hers again, and his hands are splayed against her back. Lily’s hands find their way back to their previous position as the kiss takes her breath away.

James Potter is kissing her back, and it’s everything Lily’s dreamt about since her seventh year of Hogwarts. His breath is hot against her as his tongue grazes her lip before tentatively slipping into her mouth. She parts her lips enough to invite him in as her tongue meets his. Lily presses herself against his body as James groans in response.

Suddenly, it’s as if a switch flips in Lily’s mind, and she remembers why she kissed him in the first place. Reluctantly, she pulls away. James looks just as awestruck as Lily feels, his chest heaving up and down much like her own. Lily forces the thoughts of being back in his arms from her mind despite how much she misses the contact. Once she’s gained enough composure, she chances a glance toward James. He looks as windswept as she feels.

“So, I’ll, er, see you tomorrow?” James’s tone is more cautious than she remembers from their time at Hogwarts.

He looks completely thrown off balance. Good, Lily thinks, knowing she needs to keep him on his toes.

She shoots him a coy smile. “Absolutely. As more than friends, I hope?”

It can’t hurt to solidify her intentions.

“Y-yeah,” James stutters.

Lily doesn’t think she’s ever seen him rendered speechless before and feels rather smug that she can accomplish the feat.

“Brilliant. See you tomorrow,” she winks at him before focusing on her flat and apparating away.

#jily fic #jily fanfiction #jily au #james x lily #inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days #james potter #lily evans

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pressedinthepages · 4 years

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Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Reader, Lambert/Reader, Eskel/Reader

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Rating: E (kinda)

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a/n: Reader Request [So I had this idea for a drabble: aftercare with the witchers boys. I think Eskel would be so soft 😭] i am so sorry this took so freakin long it has been a MOMENT.

(There is a link on my page where you can be added to my taglist :D)

Warnings: discussion of smutty things, softe aftercare for the boys

Each of the three Witchers need something different, and you are more than happy to provide.

Geralt

Geralt has taken you apart and pieced you back together over the course of the night with a vigor that could rival the diligence of the sun in its quest to drench the earth in light. Now, as he finally softens within you, his hands relax from where they had previously been digging into the meat of your hips. He is slotted up behind you, his breath still coming in warm gasps against the back of your neck.

You shift to get up and clean yourself, but Geralt only wraps his arm more firmly around your waist, holding you tight to him. You exhale a short whine as his length slips from the snug velvet of your core, already missing the exorbitant fullness that he offers.

“Geralt?” you murmur, tracing your finger lightly up his forearm, watching the muscles jump and twitch under his skin. “Please love, I’m gonna be all sticky in the morning.”

Geralt hums, pressing his lips against your shoulder. “Can’t have that, can we?”

He unwinds his arm from around you, leaving an unyielding void of warmth when he pushes himself off of the bed. You watch as a few candles suddenly flicker with life as Geralt passes by them, marveling at how the light dances down his back and over his hips.

As if sensing your eyes on him Geralt turns around, catching your gaze with a crook of his brow. Not a single word spills from his lips, but you have learned how to read the detailed language of his expressions, no matter how minute.

“Just admiring the view, darling.” Geralt smirks just the teeniest bit, turning back to his task. He pulls a clean cloth from a drawer and dips it in the jug of water that you keep on the dresser. Geralt returns to your side, kneeling on the bed as he reverently runs the rag over your skin. You run your own hand up the length of his thigh, brushing past the nasty scar on the inside of his leg. You relish these moments when you can feel him under your skin, even your bones sighing into the relief that having him here brings.

The rag is draped over the back of a chair to dry and Geralt not-necessarily gracefully flops onto the bed on his stomach. You chuckle, sidling up to him and running your fingers up his spine. Your nails scratch lightly up the base of his skull, threading into his hair. The two of you lay in silence for who knows how long as you carefully undo the tangles in the shiny silver threads atop his head.

“What is on your mind, little magpie?” Geralt’s voice is husky and low with exhaustion, his eyes still closed and his face the picture of relaxation.

You take a deep breath, only allowing a moment to collect your thoughts. “Will you stay long this time?”

Geralt sighs, shifting only a bit to burrow further into his pillow. “I’m sorry, love. I’ll be leaving as the sun rises, the Path calls.”

You hum, wrapping your arm around his waist. “Come, then, let me linger in this a while longer.”

Geralt turns away from you, pressing his hips back into yours. You fit your nose to sit right at the nape of his neck as your hand reaches up to rest above his heart. Geralt’s own hand joins yours, twining your fingers together as the both of you relax into each other. You can feel the slow, steady beating of his heart with every rise and fall of his breath.

“I will miss you.” His chest rumbles with the words, clearly only moments away from slipping into sleep.

“And I you, my dear. And I will be here, waiting for your return.”

Lambert

“Fuck, Lambert,” you gasp, sagging heavily into the pillows around your head, “that was amazing.”

Said Witcher laughs heartily, falling to your side and laying on his back. The muscles of his arm swell as it is thrown over his forehead, his chest heaving with every deep breath he takes. “Hmm, you can say that again swee-what the fuck are you doing?”

You meet his eyes, golden orbs swirling with incredulity as you nestle into his side, lightly scratching your fingers through the dark thatch of hair on his chest. You take his arm and wrap it around your back, resting your head over his heart. “I’m cuddling with you? Is this ok?”

Lambert blinks owlishly, his hand stiff where it sits on your waist. “I-I just never really get this part. Most women can’t wait to get me out of their beds.”

“Well,” you whisper, “it’s a good thing that I am not most women.”

Lambert’s thumb moves hesitantly along the soft skin on your hip, gaining confidence when you nuzzle into him and wrap yourself around him tighter. You can feel him relax into you ever so slowly, not quite sure how to let himself fully give in to your affection.

“Please, Lambert,” you press your lips against his skin, feeling the course of life tingling just beneath the surface, “allow yourself this.”

Lambert huffs, moving his hand from your waist up to your head, smoothing his fingers through your hair and down your shoulder. Your eyes begin to droop as your focus is pulled to the gentle movements, so different from how he typically carries himself.

He won’t settle like this, he never does. And when you wake in the morning, Lambert will still be in bed, but he will have rolled onto his side facing away from you with a veritable ocean of space between the two of you. And he will have stolen all of the blankets.

Eskel

Eskel’s teeth release from the tender skin of your neck as his cock softens within you, his lips soothing the bite mark. He whispers praises where he lays atop you, crowding you into the bedroll over the forest floor.

You turn your head, catching his lips for a kiss. It is slow, languid, dripping with the sweetness of freshly harvested honey. Your hands rove over Eskel’s form, up his arms and into the soft waves of his hair, down his neck and over the rough skin of the scar on his cheek. You cheekily lick over where the scar notches into his lip, knowing the skin there is extra sensitive. Eskel growls, his hands tightening where they rest on your hips.

He returns to your neck, nosing to the spot right behind your ear and breathing deeply. “Gods, you smell so nice. I could stay here forever,” he hums, his chest rumbling with what could be compared to a purr.

“While I think that sounds lovely in practice, dear,” you whisper, squeezing his shoulders lightly, “you are squishing me.”

‘Mmm, but I’m terribly comfortable, I can’t even begin to imagine moving…”

“Eskel!” you laugh, pushing half-heartedly against him. It is like gently shoving a mountain, but he relents, rolling over to lay next to you on his side. He pulls you with him, tangling his legs with yours and pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You wrap your arm around his waist and snuggle into his chest, your nose brushing over the cool medallion that hangs around his neck.

“The stars are beautiful tonight…” Eskel murmurs, trailing his fingers along your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You hum in response, allowing your body to meld into his as you drift lazily on the edge of consciousness.

“The love I have for you burns with a light that not a single one of those stars could dare to rival.” Eskel’s voice is small, a timid thing fighting to breach his lips. You tilt your head up to look deep into those golden eyes that shine even in the blackest night, finding them already gazing down at you.

“Hmm, fancy yourself a poet now?” You smile, leaning up and pressing your lips to his. Eskel sighs into it, a release of tension that allows him to finally relax into your arms. The two of you move slowly, the flight of petals on a breeze that carries them far and wide.

“You make me want to write poetry,” Eskel replies, nuzzling you back into his chest with his fingers in your hair. The sound of his heart, a low thud every four seconds, lulls you into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by your poetic Witcher.

#geralt x reader #lambert x reader #eskel x reader #smut #sort of #aftercare #softe witcher times

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contrabandhothead · 4 years

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Hi! I saw your post about requests! :) could I get some BOB head cannons of what it’s like to date them while also being is easy company? :)

I’m so so SO sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it 🤞🏻also, I couldn’t do all of them because school has been keeping me very busy. If you want to send another request, and i’ll do more for you when I have time 💕 Enjoy!

Dick Winters

generally very private about his relationship

mom and dad™ of easy co.

i want to say that he puts you on his team during missions, but i feel like he thinks it’s unprofessional

so he probably puts you on a team with someone he trusts and that he knows won’t take unnecessary risks *cough cough* Speirs *cough cough*

doesn’t mean he doesn’t get worried though

give this man a massage please, he’s stressed af

you’d never want to jeopardize his position though, so you’re generally okay with it

however, sometimes you get a little lonely

Dick notices this and tries to clear out a slot in his schedule in order to spend some quality time with you

treats you like any of the other men, except when you’re alone

king of stolen kisses behind crumbling walls before a battle

very healthy relationship overall 12/10 would be an amazing father

secretly wants to get married when the war is over

i’m not saying he definitely proposed on V-E Day but he definitely did it

cries at the wedding, especially since it’s been so long since he’s seen you all dolled up because of the war

also cries because he’s finally getting to marry the love of his life

drunkenly told Nix at his bachelor party about how amazing you would look at your wedding and then went on and on about the specific shade of your eyes

S I M P

Nix never lets him forget it

Lewis Nixon

this man

let’s be for real here

he has NO idea how to display affection at all, especially because of his past

so he does what any rich boy would do

showers you in gifts that you don’t need

it’s not that you’re ungrateful for them, you just wish he would understand that you don’t love him for his money

i feel like everyone forgets that he’s lowkey rich

can’t relate Nix

he will buy you anything he sees you look at for more than a second

always has them delivered by some random Private

the men tease you RELENTLESSLY for it

“hey Y/N, what did that overflowing wallet buy you this week?”

“Shut up Tab”

is always worried about you

especially since he usually isn’t on the battlefield since he moved to staff

you’re fine

you can definitely handle yourself after Sobel’s training what a fucking dick

takes you out on small simple dates when you guys actually have weekend passes

the guys always help you get ready for your dates (they see you as a little sister it’s really cute)

Ron Speirs

this man

oh wow

the flavor

never really got to see you until Dog Co. was basically absorbed by Easy Co.

definitely thinks he’s not good enough for you

when you first introduced the Easy Co. men to him, they thought the exact same thing (they changed their minds after a while though)

REASSURE THIS MAN. EVERY. STINKIN. DAY. THAT HE IS GOOD ENOUGH.

P L E A S E

secretly is a cuddle monster

will 100% sneak into your foxhole to cuddle and will slit anyone’s throat that mentions it

this man has arms and legs like an octopus when it comes to cuddling

will pull you back into his arms even if you need to use the bathroom and will not be letting go

steals you pretty things for absolutely no reason (Ron, no)

the man is like a freakin magpie

the men of Easy Co. grow to like him more when they realize how happy he makes you and how he doesn’t hurt you

he actually values their opinion on your relationship a lot

he knows Easy is like family and you’re like the younger sister

doesn’t show it though

pushes you away when he feels insecure

jealous™

surprisingly domestic

Carwood Lipton

wholesome but to the max™

you’re both so in love i feel like i’m going to throw up rainbows

signed up for the paratroopers together

i feel like Carwood is the type of person to marry his high school sweetheart

so yeah, you guys are that™ couple

best aunt and uncle of easy co.

Lip worries about you just a littleee more than the other men

he’s just a worry wart in general

almost threw hands with Sobel once when Sobel insulted you

he will not stand for anyone insulting his gal

isn’t as private as Dick is with his relationship, but is known to hide it from superior officers other than Nix and Winters

aka Sobel

was 100% willing to get kicked out of the infantry to defend you from Sobel

thinks a lot about how good of a mom you’d be, especially when he sees you caring for the men

is also a cuddler, though not nearly as clingy as Ron

just a loose arm to tuck you into his side, especially during Bastogne

prefers having you on his team, not only because he cares about you, but also because he admires your skill and accuracy

you’re a damn good shot, and he’d scream it from a mountain for all to hear

so proud of his gal

George Luz

you’re either the jokester and the stoic couple, the shy kid and the jokester couple, or the jokester and the jokester couple

there’s no in between

cracks terrible jokes just to see you smile

still tries pick up lines even AFTER you two are dating (even the guys shake their heads)

you two are the entertainment for easy co. let me tell you

you’re also the only person that can get George to shut up

you must thank him in kisses he takes no other currency

clingy baby™

it’s like dating a 12 year old boy sometimes

he can be so immature but it’s kind of endearing at times

everyone is immediately accepting of your relationship because it just makes sense and you’re both good for each other

wants a hug and a kiss even if you’re just leaving the dining hall to go to the bathroom

just give the man what he wants or he’ll pout all day until you kiss his cheek

you guys once had a match of how long you could ignore each other once

he was surprisingly dedicated

but he broke

he snapped like a twig after everyone went to sleep

he dived into your foxhole and begged you to talk to him

he kept snuggling closer to you until you talked to him again

Joe Toye

rough on the outside, soft on the inside

brings you flowers when he asks you out (surprisingly very traditional and respectful when he asks you out)

everyone has a good time when Toye is with you, he loosens up a lot more

loves when you pet his hair and he can just stare up at the stars while laying in your lap

he’s just as bad as Speirs when it comes to cuddling

a cuddle bug but won’t admit it

actually might be worse than Speirs when it comes to cuddling because he can actually sneak into your bunk while you’re sleeping

also wants to fight Sobel when Sobel insults you and actually almost threw hands

he almost got court martialed and was 2 steps away from getting up in Sobel’s face before Guarnere and Luz stopped him

hands down the dumbest thing he has ever done

you were so mad at him for it

you didn’t talk to him for a week

you felt bad because he was always giving you those puppy dog eyes from across the dining hall

Joe gets teased by the guys for being sweet on you

“at least I got a broad! the rest of ya’ can’t really say that much.”

will not hesitate to let you win during arm wrestling

he’s not allowed to arm wrestle with you anymore because the guys know he’s just letting you win

you’re his #1 fan during arm wrestling

look at those arms tho

Joe Liebgott

y’all thought Toye was soft

OH BOY

the way Joe acts around you is definitely bullying material for the other guys

Lieb drinks respect women juice

thinks you’re so cool

would probably walk up to random people and be like “that’s her. she’s my girlfriend. can you believe how lucky i am?”

thinks it’s so cute when you show off your brand new jump wings to him

you just looked so excited

he wasn’t even staring at the wings when you started rambling about how happy you were, he was just making this stupid in love face

definitely grabbed your face and kissed you hard after that

he wants SO many kids????

ya know those lists that lots of girls have on their phones and it’s just a bunch of future baby names??? that’s Joe

this man has 8 names

4 girls names and 4 boy names

he plans to use every name

just wants to live the domestic life with you after the war

will freeze his ass off and take your watch just so you can get some extra sleep

another cuddle monster (they’re multiplying)

whispers really cute things in german to you until you fall asleep

has also almost fought Sobel for shit he said to you

David Webster

you help him fit in more with the other guys

please teach him the art of socializing

yes, the men have stolen his journal to read all his terrible poetry about you

still gets shit for it to this day

shares his chocolate bar with you

longing stares but from across the room

doesn’t actually take you out until the war is over because he wants to do it right dammit

has little to absolutely no relationship experience

please teach him

or better yet, struggle with him and get made fun of by all the guys

they actually accept Web more now that he’s with you

cuz Easy Co. loves you

sends letters all the time when he’s sent to the hospital

everyone teases him that he acts like he’s more likely married to Liebgott than to you

you’re the only reason the men will stop teasing him

definitely more badass then him

you radiate boss energy and that’s what easy co. likes about you

especially Web

everyone’s like “that’s my girl!”

and he just smiles in the corner with the rest of them

Bill Guarnere

DID I SAY SOFT???

S O F T

weak for his girl

arm wrestles just to get your attention (flexes all the time for pete’s sake)

also wants like a gazillion children and talks about it constantly with Liebgott

this man wants an army of little Italian kids

no one makes fun of you or Guarnere for his actions to get your attention because they don’t want his fist in their face

people who have almost punched Sobel for making fun of their girl: let’s add Guarnere to the list

you didn’t ignore him, you just told him off for being an idiot

if i could describe it, he sulked like a puppy that got told no more treats

so proud of you when you get your jump wings

probably makes a toast about it at the celebration

he was so drunk but it was so cute

literally will do anything for your attention

chugging three bottles of whiskey so Y/N will pay attention to me??? pass the bottle bitch

not a massive cuddle monster but enjoys PDA and the occassional ass slap

probably has slapped your ass in front of company before

this boy has no morals smh

don’t worry, you get him back though

Frank Perconte

worry wart but multiply it by 1000x

is always bothering you to brush your teeth

not because he’s scared your breath stinks, but because he cares about you and your oral hygiene

now gets bullied about oral hygiene and his relationship with you

ft Skip. “oh Y/N, take me away my princess. did you brush your little pearly teeth??? i would never want your perfect smile to be ruined.”

Skip has been chased multiple times around Toccoa for this behavior

will fight anyone that thinks you’re not a good shot

is amazed how good you are at darts (knows you’re better than Buck)

does share a foxhole with you

is NOT part of the monster cuddler club because he knows when to stop

has not arm wrestled for your attention but will if so needed

always needs attention

whiny 12 year old boy P.2

sometimes it’s like you’re dating Luz as well

Luz has purposefully third wheeled before

yes, you heard me

ON PURPOSE

likes spontaneous dates

would fight Sobel for you but isn’t stupid enough to almost do it

Buck Compton

realized he had heart eyes for you before his old girl broke it off with him

WAS RELIEVED WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS DONE WITH HIM IN BASTOGNE

the other Easy men were like “dude, what the hell are you waiting for. GO GET YOUR GIRL!”

let’s you win at darts

is also stupid and needy enough to arm wrestle for your attention

actually wins though

wants you to kiss his guns (absolutely not sir)

jealous and protective

jealous af around Winters

gets teased a lot about it by the other men

but they can see why he’s insecure about it, Winter’s could sweep any girl he wanted to off her feet

indeed a cuddle monster

will only share a foxhole with you in Bastogne

no one else

radiator of heat and thus a good cuddler though

will only let you make fun of him without repercussions

wants you to move in as soon as the war is over

always demands to be in your unit during an attack

will keep you safe at all costs (and one of the reasons why he got shot in the ass again)

Floyd Talbert

THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST BABY

people use to bully Tab for his condom shipments

now they bully him for the way he acts around you

tough guy??? no. absolute stick of melted butter when around you

thinks you’re a saint

so does the rest of Easy though, so I guess it doesn’t matter

they had everyone from Easy give him a pep talk just to ask you out (Trigger even barked at him)

he was actually worried you would reject him

no one will ever reject that man lol it doesn’t make sense

not necessarily a cuddle monster

DEFINITELY A PDA MONSTER THOUGH

likes when you sit on his lap

can’t explain it, it just makes sense

will also arm wrestle for your attention

will honestly do anything for you

you need me to bring you Jupiter in a jar???

sure babe I’ll be right back

has specific pet names for you

his favorites are buttercup, angel, and beautiful

Babe Heffron

P U R E

does not get bullied for being in a relationship with you because everyone loves him

not a single person in this company, including you, would hesitate to sacrifice their life for that replacement

whines a lot to you when you don’t give him attention

will arm wrestle for your attention and loses

has not had the chance to fight Sobel before but I feel like he could if he wanted to

will tear Dike to shreads if he even mutter one hateful word against you

cuddle monster #2323293

enjoys being the little spoon and the big spoon while in the foxhole

shares his food with you during meals

will not hesitate to get shot in the ass for you

also will not hesitate to get shot for you in general

is like an angry 6 year old baby when you don’t pay attention to him

is known to give the silent treatment when you’re too busy to talk to him for days

MAKE TIME FOR HIM DO IT NOW

wants you to meet his Ma in Philly after the war

has many hopeful dreams that include you after the war

will only share chocolate with you and Gene

give him a hug, even when he says he doesn’t need it

Eugene Roe

HOLY SWEET JESUS

FIRST OFF

NO ONE IN THEIR GODDAMN RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER MAKE FUN OF YOU, ESPECIALLY AROUND DOC

this man has so many pet names

he is not afraid to use them on the battlefield, especially if you’re bleeding out because he’ll know you’ll answer to them

“darlin’, mon amour, ma mie, ma belle, ma chérie”

please stop Gene, it’s embarassing but also like don’t stop

get us a defibrillator his heart stopped while he was looking at you and we need to do CPR NOW-

thinks you’re the most beautiful girl ever

is not dumb enough to arm wrestle for your attention

he just makes this grumpy or upset face and you catch on quickly

he’s also not dumb enough to fight Sobel

BUT HE WILL FIGHT ANY SOLDIER WITH THE AUDACITY TO INSULT YOU

is always worrying about you

especially in Bastogne

always jumping into your foxhole to check for any wounds

probably lost his sizzuhs that way

always has extra bandages just for you

treats you with tender care

Donald Malarkey

THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER

NOT EVEN SKIP HAS THE HEART TO MAKE FUN OF YOU

is not dumb enough to fight Sobel for you

doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to punch him though

is dumb enough to arm wrestle for your attention

it lowkey depends on the day though

i mean

he doesn’t need to arm wrestle for you to admire his arms

like, have you seen that gif of him taking of his shirt???

loves cuddles in your foxhole but is not a cuddle monster

he’s a big baby when he gets tired

loves it when you take care of him

has definitely fallen asleep once on your shoulder during watch

would run up Currahee with full gear 3 times just to see you smile

he needs a hug. give him one now.

likes to rest his chin on your head

also wants you to move in (and maybe get married) after the war

treats you kindly, but he’s still a sarcastic little shit

kiss his muscles

that was literally so long i can’t believe i finished

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Chapstick | Tomura Shigaraki

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE CRUSTY BOY! He deserves some soft feels so here you go.

Warning(s): none

Taglist (aka tagging the people I know who also like Shigaraki): @shinsouzone, @suneaterssun, @kingtamakimurder, @katsukisprincess, @magpie-scribbles

It was eerily quiet at the bar given that the last rays of sunshine had just disappeared. There was no light coming in through the blinds anymore, the only source was the lamp standing in the corner which dipped the the room in a soft light. The only sound that could be heard came from the living room where Shigaraki sat hunched over at the sofa, dark eyes wide open as he stared at the screen. He was as highly focused as ever, having just gotten to the next stage of the game he was playing. He hadn’t realized how everyone went to sleep, so deep and lost in the moment that he didn’t even notice nor mind that the hours flew by like nothing and unbeknownst to him, the clock had already ticked passed midnight. A quick glance confirmed that it was late, or early, or whatever you wanted to call it, but the fact that the day had already started and it was his birthday was an even greater reason for him to just stay here and go to sleep when everyone woke up. His birthday was never something he particularly enjoyed. Why bother celebrating the day you were born while everyone puts on fake smiles, congratulates and gives you silly gifts and sweets? He couldn’t stand all the happy faces, the fake wishes and sickly sweet cakes. Shigaraki sighed heavily and sank even further into the couch, the clock and time forgotten as he engulfed himself in the game. What else was there in the real world that he should be focusing on now anyway?

He didn’t notice when you first poked your head into the room, eyes staring at the mop of light blue hair, sighing as you made your way over to your boss. He wasn’t sleeping again.

Life hasn’t been the easiest for the League lately. A lot of new mission, new recruits, meetings, heists, Shigaraki was working 24/7, but even you realised that since the beginning of this month, he had been working even harder, pulling all-nighter after all-nighter, all while living on a meager diet of snacks, energy drinks and the occasional green tea. There weren’t any benefits for him in doing that and if he keeps this up, you feared that he would just pass out one day. Judging by the way he was soundly smacking his lips together from time to time and rolling his tongue over them was proof enough that his life took a toll on and made his skin condition worse as well.

You silently approached him from the side, taking a pillow from the couch before sitting down beside him, hugging the cushion to your chest as you watched him play his game. Shigaraki’s worn out body didn’t recognize the dip on the couch at first, but then his red orbs opened in surprise when he felt your presence and saw your frame sitting close to him. He felt his cheeks heat up a little, eyes focusing back on the screen.

Why did you always have to have such an effect on him? He never showed it but Shigaraki thought very highly of you. You had been there from the start, helping him build the League and sticking by his side when his problems got worse. He recalled spending times like this with you, nights when he was restless and his nightmares got the better of him, the two of you the only ones in here as he played games and you sat beside him. His heart somehow always skips beats when you’re around and his spiraling mind can calm down for just a second. What was this? Why did you have such an effect on him? What were you doing to him? You were broken, just like him. Maybe that was what attracted him to you in the first place, that’s the only logical conclusion he could draw out of this. And for some reason he wanted to be even closer to you. He wanted you to be his. For now, however, he tried to play it cool, but he was glad to have at least someone here on this quiet night. Someone who didn’t question his decisions all the time, someone who accepted him just the way he was.

“Do you need help with that?” your warm voice was like a soft melody in his ears and he looked at you, finally taking you in as an amused smile spread on your lips.He turned back quickly, his cheeks heating up even more. That stupid smile.

“With what?” he shot back, slightly confused as you stared at him more intently. “You know I’m better at video games than you.”

Your chuckle made his heart throb and his stomach turn, Shigaraki’s head falling down so his hair covered most of his face. Your answer, however, was something he didn’t quite expect.

“I’m not talking about the game. I mean your lips.”

“I tried a lot of things, already, none of them ever work,” he dismissed swiftly as he continued pressing buttons.

When you suddenly moved again, he flinched, nearly grabbing the controller with all five fingers as you bent over to push yourself up on his thigh. He felt a sticky substance being dragged over his lips, the penetrating taste and smell of mint infiltrating his nostrils.

“There, better?” you questioned, as you held up the chapstick in your hand, and Shigaraki was left stunned. Touching his lips with the tip of his tongue, his nose wrinkled as the substances stinged his open lips even more now.

“What the-? No! Whatever that was, it made it worse,” he mumbled, pausing the game to wipe the remnants off his lips.

You pouted as you laid the chapstick to the side, an idea forming in your head which was so silly that it might actually work. And it may even help to finally get your pent up feelings for him out of your system.

You had always admired him. His determination, his plan, his will, his power, everything. That’s why you decided to stick with him in the first place. The feelings you had long developed for him where another aspect. You could sense that he was more relaxed around you and prefered your presence over others. His skin would itch less and he would let to stay, no matter what happened. It’s been clear for you as well that you fell for him and not in a light way. Maybe tonight was the time you could finally show him this.

“Then how about a more... natural way to moisturize your lips?” He sat his controller down as he listened to you, eyebrow raising in curiosity as you slowly scooted closer.

“Fine,” he breathed, questioning why it was so easy to comply with whatever you suggested. The was he said it was almost daring in a way, but that all didn’t matter when he felt your hand come back to place itself upon his thigh again, upper body leaning in.

Shigaraki didn’t know what to do or where to look as your face came closer, the only reaction he knew was to shut his eyes tightly, getting ready for whatever you had in store for him. He cursed internally for letting you do these things to him. Letting his guard down and letting you get this close to him, but on the other hand, he didn’t want you to draw back. The sensation was just a little odd and foreign to him.

When he felt a soft pair of lips colliding with his, Shigaraki felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and he couldn’t help but open his eyes only to find yours closed in contentment as you held your position to test waters.

Your lips were addicting. Having tasted them for the first time after longing for them for some time felt like the satisfaction Shigaraki had always craved for and he slightly opened his mouth before tilting his head to the side, his eyes fluttering shut as he gave into the feeling.

A tender brush of your tongue against his cracked lips made him stop. Then he felt another. And then another. And another. His eyes opened slowly again and he saw the deep blush and faint smile of yours as your tongue darted out to lick along his bottom lip, along every crack and even down his scar. He felt how wet his own lips became, moisturized by your saliva, now wet and ready as you connected your lips again, making them glide over each other with ease.

When suddenly the dry air of the room hit his mouth again, his lips went cold and already began slightly cracking at the edges again. Shigaraki was unable to speak for a minute, only capable of leaning his forehead against yours as he lived in the afterglow of the kiss.

“Can I…I need...” his head was spiraling and he began inching closer to feel what he just felt again.

“Yes.” you whispered and it was the last bit Shigaraki needed to lean forward and close the small gap between the two of you.

The next kiss was soft yet passionate, fueled by the love you two had been bottling up for the past months, inner tension falling loose as your lips moved in sync. Tomura didn’t want to admit it, but it felt so good doing this with you. The way your lips felt against his cracked ones, your tongue gliding over his dry skin, moisturizing them with your saliva, how well you were managing with his uncoordinated somewhat sloppy open-mouthed kisses. Tomura didn’t bite, didn’t let his tongue slip out even though he was so tempted. Nothing of that sort. He just sat there and let you work your magic of placing kiss after soft kiss to his lips. They were the sort of warm and gentle kisses that made Tomura’s heart flutter the longer he held the contact. This new feeling did something more to him and suddenly he didn’t want to pull away, so instead, he moved even closer, nimble fingers sneaking around your waist and head tilting to the side as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally drew back, he whined a little as the cold air hit his lips once more, the moisture from your mixed saliva making his warm lips get cold. His eyes stared back at you intently as you picked up the chapstick and dropped it into his lap, but he was unimpressed by that and instead, pulled at your waist to crash his lips against yours again. They were so warm. So soft. So addictive. Shigaraki couldn’t get enough. He just wanted to stay like this. Stay in your arms while exploring this new sensation spreading inside of him as your arms came to wrap themselves around his neck.

Two things he knew for sure at that moment, though. One, he wouldn’t need that chapstick anytime soon and second, maybe his birthday wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

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