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kuni-is-daddy · 3 months

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Scara fucking you dumb until you can't walk >>>>>>>>>

Scaramouche x Female Secretary reader.

Ft: Just scara and you~

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Cw: filth. filthfilthfilthhhththtththth

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CW: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!

It's been weeks since the Balladeers successful Mission in the abyss and rather than some 'Time off' For him to relax in his chambers. He was cooped up in his office with more work From the Tsaritsa. Unprofessionally recollecting the sweet sounds and pleads in his ear from his darling secretary while taking her against the cold palace walls, her nails digging into his skin and legs wrapped around him. Scara let out a frustrated sigh, leaning back in his chair and shielding his eyes with paperwork.

With huffed breathes you Finally made it to his office. As you approached the double doors You looked at your skirt, puffing it down and making yourself look presentable under your fatui coat. The balladeer noticed a shadow under the door. "Come in." He called. You cleared your throat, slowly opening the door. "Yes my lord. I came with the newsletter." You bowed. "Proceed." then raised your head. Scara sat behind his cleared desk. The curtains we're closed slightly, presumably to hide the cold snezhnaya draft. Scara held a cloth and cleaned off his oddly stained delusion. He also, for once didn't have his kasa hat on, Making his irritated and furrowed brows clearly visible. "Im sure you've heard of the..Problem Regarding our newest recruits havent you?" Scara looked at his delusion once more. He spewed a bit at the electro symbol then put it in his pocket, Discarding the cloth in the garbage.

"Your supposed to be my secretary. But there you are Idling around with my recruits outside my office doors. Is there a reason why you act so foolish?" He leaned back in his chair, waiting for an excuse. "Well i-I received word from the director that the situations been taken care of so-" "By me." You bit your tongue. Not only was he pissed to eventually hear one of pierro's Pointless lectures, but you had further loyalty to those higher, rather than following his lead alone. As the harbinger thought about it further a pit began swirling in his empty chest. The feeling bothered him, so he stood up, Ignoring your comment. You placed the newsletter in his hand. "You understand the consequences Of such bold betrayal in my League don't you. Getting Revoked of your Alignment would be the lightest sentence. What they should expect is execution." The balladeers geta sandals clicked along the tiled floor while he swiftly graced behind you, letting out a small yelp as he trailed his hand along your neck; Rubbing his thumb along your skin.

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He tossed the newsletter to the floor, shifting his gaze to your jacket which furred around his wrist. Your heart raced and legs squirmed as the balladeer tickled his fingertips along your upper body and whispered in your ear problems you quickly tuned out. It was shameful how wet you felt, Sure that her majesty was shaking her head from her throne while small moans escaped your lips. His hand suddenly stopped touching your shoulders and neck at a sudden hedge. It was one of your bandages. He hummed at the feeling. "Whats this?" You blinked out your daze. "Oh..mn Just from our mission sir, Dont worry about it please." Slowly, your body shifted on his while he held you closer. Touching against his hard on to which he noticed and did nothing but smirk. "Look at you~ I never took my secretary to be such a slut." Scara let go of his grip on your neck. Letting you lay on his desk facing the balcony. your lungs began to gasp at the cold air while he ignored you to take in your delicious form. Scara pulled up your jacket a bit, Folding the white and fur over your back so he could get a crystal view of your skirt and warm leggings. He unclipped his fanny pack and dropped it on the floor, Along with his delusion he rarely depended on.

As you pulled up with your elbow scara quickly pushed you back down with his hand on your back, making you stay put to Grind your ass against his erection. "My little secretary~ You-mn Should be grateful I never fired you for being such a whore." "Y-yes sir! m' So grateful! Im sorry! I cant-" "Cant what? Live without My attention? Is that why you started getting on my fucking nerves? Coming to my office with that look on your face?" He tugged at your belt, pulling the leather out its band then sliding down your skirt and garment. You couldnt see his reaction cleary from the back but the balladeers eyebrows rose slightly, He bit his lip while observing your beautiful body. "Fuck…" He mumbled in a already heated breath. Scara slowly rubbed a hand on your soft skin, Tracing his fingers along any of your birth marks or scars. He then tickled along the back of your folds. Parting them with two fingers before sliding them quickly into your wet slit. "Sir~! your f-fingers~! there-" Before you could protest a sharp line of pleasure pierced through your lower half, Scara's slim digits we're dimly hitting your prostate while scissoring you. He clicked his tongue at your sudden silence and prodded you further, Rushing them in and out of your wetness. "S-scara! scara!" You pleaded, but the balladeer smirked and raised his free hand. "Oh? You liked that, Didnt you slut?" Then slapped it down on your ass. Your nails dug into his wooden desk, tippling over any papers he left with contents. "Yes~..." You muttered "Hm?" He slapped again, This time cupping your cheek immediately after. "Answer me, y/n. Is this what you want? Do you like that?" "Y-yes! Yes scara! please~ more!"

He tsk'd at remark but couldn't help being amused at how desperate you already we're, Not to mention how pent up he was. Scara pulled his fingers out your pussy before you could cum, with them covered in your slit, Licking them greedily. Scara flipped you over on your back, using your jacket a smooth cover for your skin after remembering of your injury. "Your pathetic... Maybe i should have you sit here as my personal cocksleeve, so i can have you whenever i want. You'd like that?" You covered your mouth, a little flustered from his words and fast movements but scara held your wrist gently, "Admit it darling..Go ahead." His kimono was wrinkled; falling off his shoulders with his collar bones pent out through his bodysuit. "Yes Kuni..Please fuck me."

As if he got struck with electro, Kuni spared no time sliding down his hakama shorts, Just enough to stroke himself softly with you writhing under him. Buds of his pre emitted from his tip. "Spread your legs" He said, But sounded rather commanding. And you did. Kuni pushed the tip of his shaft first into your pussy, Letting it nest inside your gummy walls before ramming into your tight cunt to hear your delicious moans again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, Pushing yourself further into him with his kimono now completely off. "Nh~ F-fuck your squeezing me so tight Slut~ Wrapping your Ah- self around me like this." Kuni huffed out another moan, His hips stuttering with every thrust. "K-kuni~! m' close! please! Let me cum!" You pleaded, Moaning loudly as your orgasm softly rushed over you, Coaxing his shaft in your juices. Kuni smiled at another of your pleads, cumming undone before he could even grant you permission. The balladeer came after you with his own seed filling you inside. Your body shivered under him as he grew closer, planting a sloppy kiss against your lips. "Such a good girl...Now.. I should reward you, Yeah?" He whispered in your ear and your eyes rain wide.

His indigo hues we're ones of lust, but He did want to reward you. Kuni held you himself over his desk, Leaving the jacket vacant and losing its warmth from you resting over it. The white was now stained in gray with your liquid. Kuni Began thrusting Messily again with pitched moans spilling from his own lips, Making sure his tip hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your lips we're glossed with drool, Tongue lolling out from his Quick pace with your nails chewing into his skin so hard they nearly bled, But the balladeer didnt care, You looked beautiful like this. His Secretary, No, His Love So full of his load and seed. Continuously repeating and begging out his true name over and over again while he pleased you. "Y-your gonna~ Hah~ Cum for me again d-darling~ Go ahead~ F-fuck~!" You sobbed into his shoulder, squirting on his shaft again while he still rammed inside you hungrily, His thrust we're getting sloppier, and He couldn't bother to try maintaining his own voice while chasing his own Climax.

Kuni thrusted deep into your womb a final time until he choked out another moan, milking himself into your walls clenched around him. His seed began leaking out your hole, so much that Kuni nested himself back inside you again from it coming all out.

\\You awoke the next day to the sound of knocking, Your eyes we're a bit hazy from the sudden bright ceiling light. But you still replied, "Ngh.. Who is it?!" You said and tried getting up out the bed. Why is this room so big, And tidy? This definitely wasnt your- "Ow!" Before you could step further from his bed you fell on your ass. There was a rushing of footsteps, then knock on the door. The maid from behind the door Stuttered "O-oh! Lady y/n, Is everything alright?" "Y-yeah..Im fine!" 'Lady? Arent you just a worker like her? Why-' "Lord Sixth is waiting for you in the Dining hall. Please come at your earliest convenience!"

A/n: THANK YOU FOR READING :))

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variousqueerthings · 29 days

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Im very curious what movie you disliked so much but you seem unwilling to say it on your frankenhooker post (and ignore this if you're uninterested in saying at all)

nah, i was just trying to not be a mood killer in the liveblog. but it was poor things. everything about that movie felt like the film equivalent of nails on a chalk-board, at once noisy and incoherent and stupidly on the nose but without anything deeper to say and expensive when your average b-movie managed the same thing using tape and a budget of rolled up fivers and favours from your mum's boyfriend who's alright at a bit of computer effects

and i get pretentious and a tad obsessive when i see claims of "you just don't get it, it's about this you see? she's taking control of her own story!" and im like. no no i get it. i just think it was shallow at best, offensive on multiple points, and also a wannabe camp attempt at shock value (do people watch genuinely shocking camp films anymore?) many things. so many things, several of which ive not seen anyone mention, but then i was trying not to over-obsess about a film that i disliked so intensely, so i didnt go too deep in my search (the lack of intersectionality in feminist masterpiece "if you're rich, you can follow your dreams and self-actualise and even slum it with the personality-less whores for a bit, and also take a brief moment to feel bad about poor people even if they may "rape and rob and kill you" (seriously what was that bit about?)" the ableism in emma stone's performance, the male gaze inherent in so many of the sex scenes, and perhaps subjectively but the dullness of the sex scenes, the het-focus with a single rushed "women stick together" bit of queer sex, although the other woman had no plotline of her own in this film and just randomly reappeared at the end for some cheap unearned catharsis, the way the storyline is structured like three different movies squashed together, and also the flatness of every dude in the story that still seemed to try to say that some of them were actually quite nice, because idk. they weren't foaming at the mouth villains or whatever, this one's a Nice Guy. and this one's a Eunuch. moving on. if emma stone isn't a born sexy yesterday, then she's doing an ableist caricature of a performance of "weird quirky girl who functions Differently." the joke is, it's both)

like. ive seen better explorations of frankenstein. ive seen better explorations of sex workers. ive seen better explorations of women gaining agency. ive seen better explorations of disabled women. ive seen better explorations of patriarchy, intersectional feminism, socialism (seriously, the way this movie approached politics seemed to be "if we insert a witty line here about being the means of our own production, that's the same as political analysis, right?")

many of those things ive seen specifically done better in 1990 b-movie horror frankenhooker, and as for the rest, i don't have to search all that hard either. put on a john waters film and you've got more going forya for a start.

just. was it good or did Whimsically Naive (but very sexy) emma stone with slightly thicker eyebrows just say blunt things and walk funny?

you didn't ask for any of this rant. you have no idea how many times ive written drafts for this movie and then discarded them. fuckit, i will be self-indulgent once (1 time)

#asks #exorcising this film from my veins #hi frien #major-majoranon

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arudoe · 5 months

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talk about bruise anything you want, i wanna hear

YAAAY MORE BRUISE

i alr talked about some hcs so ill chat a bit about some aus i have heehee!

- idol jay au !

i feel like this one is prolly the most well known (only because its the only one ive ever drawn for….) but basically jay is an idol/musician and cole is his nr1 fan! it was very inspired by prime empire and also those like harry styles x reader wattpad fics from back in the day… yeah…

all ive got for the story so far is that cole went to a fansign event and while getting his magazine signed jay also sneaks his personal phone number on one of the pages (something along tbe lines of xxx-xxx-xxx text me o_<) and… yeah things move on from there 🙏🙏

- mad scientist jay and his creature cole

OKAYY this might be one of my weirder ones but i think about it a lot 😭😭

anyways jay is a disabled basement dweller college dropout scientist guy and one day he kind of feels some paranormal presence in his lab and conducts a bunch of tests and comes to tbe conclusion there is a ghost floating around in his lab. so like the normal person he is he tries to communicate with it but only gets a bunch of weird cryptid messages that dont make sense… so he comes to bright idea of “hey! i should make this ghost a vessel they can possess!” so he makes a body frankenstein style and low and behold his plan worked!

cole, a ghost from the 80s who possessed the body is now chilling in jays lab with him, but like most people who have been dead for over 40 years he is very curious about the outside world and what has changed.

but jay for some reason is very adamant about him not going outside at all, which causes some tension between the two..

(the reason is jay has abandoned issues) (also cole is kind of a freak of nature) (affectionately)

I LIKE THIS AU A LOT cus its so stupid honestly and i love me some ghost cole also like im still mad about how ninjago decided to completely discard jays love for inventing… let the man make his little trinkets…

- wizard school au

basically what it sounds like… they are wizards.. at a wizard school… and do magic…

yes this was partly inspired by h*rry p*tter BUT ONLY THE VIBES (i barely remember the movies)

BUT UM this is like a whole universe thing and theres so so much lore and world building so… if u want a separate post about it… lmk

- roommates au!

this is my most recent one (and the one i think about the most) but um yeah pretty self explanatory it was based off this jdrama/manga called good morning call so uhhh ya!

basically cole and jay were enemies throughout highschool and basically spend all their energy hating each other but they to their separate ways during college but reunite (unwillingly) as roommates!

they navigate living with each other and learn to let go of their hate (which stemmed from a mixture of misunderstandings and insecurities) and then eventually fall in love!!

i think this is the au i have the most work done on (i have a draft for every major scene that happens in the story heehee) and perhaps! one day i will actually make it a real thing !

so um yeah! i have a bunch more but most of them are very unfinished or just… vague ideas or vibes i go by… i also have some aus that arent bruise so um if anyone wants to hear about those… smiles

BUTTT TYSM FOR UR QUESTION i dont rly say this a lot but any interaction i get with my content means the world to me and i always giggle and kick my feet when reading reblog comments bc everyone is so nice 🥹🥹

#ardosyapping #bruiseshipping

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gelenka-daria · 1 month

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girl save me w a drabble im begging for scraps

so this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while, it's a sequel to this late halloween drabble and i might as well post it

Mairon’s head snaps to the window at the sound of thunder, the frames shiver with every heavy rumble. It’s very nearly morning and the storm is yet to abate. His master is yet to return. He has no qualms about leaving Mairon behind for days, weeks, even months on end, on some rare occasions, when really, they should have gone hunting together.

Mairon misses him, wondering where Melkor’s hunger will lead him tonight.

He goes back to cleaning an urn, a small thing made of stygian marble and intricately inlined with gold that he’d noticed had been gathering dust, one of the many collectibles his master has gathered over the centuries. He wipes it down to perfection, until he can see his reflection in the black alabaster. He puts it back where it belongs and makes way to a wall overspread with weapons of all shapes and sizes, the last thing he’ll be attending to before the sun rises and he retires for the remainder of the day. He’ll dust, tomorrow. He’s got nothing better to do in this still, quiet manor, so might as well.

He’s in the process of polishing a saber when a familiar presence invades his senses. The air grows potent, heavy with the force of his lord’s power, shifting the atmosphere, weighing it down. No matter how long Mairon had served him, he could never quite get used to the magnitude of his master’s strength.

So soon?

Its is soon, but Mairon isn’t complaining. He lays the sword down and heads for the door to welcome him.

He finds him in the hallway, damp with rain and hair sticking to his back as he ascends the steps leading to the second floor, his long coat gone and he’s– Mairon has to do a double take, just in case he’s seeing things. His master is carrying someone, said missing coat wrapped around the person of which he can only glimpse long, fair legs hanging off his master’s right arm. Mairon stands there at the bottom of the staircase, tongue-tied, his mind spiraling with a multitude of questions that he knows better than to give voice to.

He had been in his lord’s service for the better part of a millennia now, and not once had he come back from his outings bearing anything beside relics and recherché treasures, and for all his charm and self-assured demeanor, he had never been overly fond of or ever sought any other’s company, even those of his own kind.

So, who–

“Mairon.”

Mairon’s body snaps back to attention like someone’s pinched his nerves. “My lord.”

“Prepare a bath." Comes the order, absent-minded, almost, gaze fastened upon whoever he's carrying.

“At once, my lord.” His master sounds at ease, for the most part, but something in his tone hints at urgency, that Mairon be quick about it and so, like a bat out of hell, he does just that. The bath is drawn apace, and he lays out everything one might need next to the large tub in orderly fashion, fresh wash cloths and smooth stones, soaps and scented oils. Mairon is in the process of reaching out when his master steps into the steaming washroom fully clothed, expecting to be handed the individual tucked close to his master’s chest, hidden away under the dark garment, but the lord ignores him entirely and makes way to the bathtub.

Mairon stares at his master’s retreating back in wide-eyed confusion.

The coat falls at his master’s feet, carelessly discarded to the ground as though it doesn’t cost a fortune, sleeping gown follows, pale and thin and equally wet. His master kneels, carefully sinking the person in his arms in the hot liquid, the water splashing gently, some of it spraying his boots as he reaches for a cloth, his other hand cupping a head of long, white hair, fingers working to unravel the tangles there.

All Mairon can do is stare, at a loss for words. Is… is Melkor going to bathe this person–himself?

Who–

“Leave us.” His master commands abruptly. All Mairon can do is bow as he retreats, shutting the door behind him, his eyes drift to the large window at the end of the hallway, and sees the first light barely cresting the mountains behind the thick burgundy curtains. Water still sloshes behind the door.

Mairon stands outside until the door swings open and Melkor steps out, the person in his arms cocooned in soft towels, hidden away from Mairon’s wondering eyes. His master doesn’t acknowledge him as he walks past, treading through the hallway to his bedchamber.

Who?

Why?

Mairon cleans what little mess had been left behind, wipes the wooden floor dry and picks up the clothes piled together for washing, later. He’s ready to turn in by then, and he seeks out his own room.

Yet how he ends up at his lord’s door is a mystery to even himself.

It’s open, and Mairon observes his master placing a young man, already clad in a lovely shade of blue, into his own bed, moving him with care, his touch attentive as he sits by his side and smoothes an ivory comb through his snowy hair.

It’s either Melkor does not notice Mairon, or he simply does not care, he would have dismissed him already if he didn’t want him there and so, emboldened by the lack of admonishment, Mairon takes a few steps inside and lays eyes upon the stranger.

He doesn’t think he has ever perceived something so captivating.

Mairon’s gaze rakes over a shapely face, coral, plump lips and sharp cheekbones, long lashes fanning his cheeks. He watches his master pull the man’s hair to one side once he is done combing through it before he proceeds to braid it, deft fingers weaving through the tresses, threading the long, blue ribbon between the strands.

He lays the long plait down one shoulder once he is done, thumb running over seemingly soft ridges, his other hand tucking a stray lock behind the man’s ear and that’s when Mairon detects the puncture wounds on the man’s pale jugular. He’s unable to keep the shock off his face, this time, his wide eyes taking in the shape of his master’s teeth in this stranger’s neck. A turning bite.

He has converted this person.

Mairon struggles his way out of this particular bout of disbelief, and he’s had one too many in the past two hours.

“My lord, wh-”

“Bewitching, isn’t he?” Melkor says, his clawed finger tracing the man’s pale cheek, gaze intense, the embers in his eyes burning tender and Mairon can’t think of a time when his master ever wore such an expression. Not even for Mairon himself, who had served and loved him unfailingly. What a riveting, hurtful thing to bear witness to. “I have so longed for a worthy companion.”

A companion.

It’s happened.

The haze of confusion disperses and everything makes so much sense, suddenly, that Mairon wonders how he had not picked up on it sooner.

Melkor has found himself a bride.

Of course.

“I have so longed for a worthy companion.”

Did he? Was I not enough?

Mairon stares at him, this cold, lovely thing that is to be everything Mairon wishes he could have been. Immortal as he is, still he never thought he’d live to see this night, because theirs might be a long, lonely existence but Melkor never really cared, never voiced his need for someone special and as much as Mairon strived to be that someone, he never seemed to amount.

The tightness in his chest prevents him from erupting into joyless laughter.

You’ve no right to feel betrayed, he never promised you anything. Wasn’t it you who clung to him? Weren’t you the one that begged?

Mairon fights the bitter feeling down, insides warring between wanting to tear that beautiful man to shreds and stealing him away to have him all to himself.

He can’t do either.

“What pleases my master pleases me.” He declares instead, inclining his head to hide away the hurt, the jealousy.

Melkor hums. “Yes, I am very pleased.” His lips stretch into a gratified, serpentine smile, his gleaming fangs poking from under the curve of his mouth. “I see great potential in him.”

He must have, Marion thinks, to have gone to such lengths. His master doesn't do things by halves, not a matter as critical as this, at least. Turning someone, altering their entire being and putting such power at their disposal is as pivotal a subject as one could possibly be. His eyes do a final sweep over the sleeping form.

“He is most comely.” He offers, because he should say something, aiming to please as he’d always done, but gets a cautionary glare for his efforts, Melkor’s eyes gleaming a mean red that Mairon doesn’t usually find himself on the receiving end of. He takes a step back and dips his head in atonement for whatever wrong he’d committed, but by then the flicker of hostility had long since passed and his master’s attentions turn back to the figure laid in his bed.

“Indeed.” He concurs, his voice gone breathless, eyes hazy, enamored with the gem he caught. Melkor does fancy the finer things in life. But this is no passing fancy, and this new addition to their lives has to be strong enough to endure the change. Not everyone makes it through, at the end, he needs to be looked after.

So it’s no surprise that, after getting up to change out of his wet garment, and sending Mairon away in the process, Melkor stays by his bride’s side. He doesn’t leave his bedroom for a thing, keeps watch over the young man as he goes through his corpse stage, his body going cold and ashen, his mortality creeping out of him in increments as the human in him dies. Then the fever came, making the man’s body softer and more pliable, warmth returning to him, slowly at first, then faster and faster, a sickness that he would never overcome– that holds all of them hostage.

Mairon brings his master bowel after bowel of ice cold water and clean washcloths, watches as the man sweats and heaves and trembles in his unconsciousness. It looks as unpleasant as it must have felt, and he’s glad he doesn’t remember when he’d gone through these phases.

Worryingly, the fever persists, and this never bodes well.

Mairon stands in the shadows and watches his master pace like a caged animal in front of his bed, fists tight at his sides and eyes gone frenzied because this isn’t supposed to happen, his master had been so painstakingly mindful and now his chosen’s body is too still, too weak, too hot to the touch.

“Stop,” Melkor takes the motionless body in his arms and holds it close, holds it tightly, his hands shaking, the first time Mairon’s ever seen him so desperately frightened. “Stop fighting it, Manwë.”

… Manwë.

By that time the fever finally breaks, his master had been confining himself in his chamber for a fortnight, keeping vigil at Manwë’s bedside. Mairon pretends not to hear his master’s sigh of relief, the tension trickling out of him in red, seismic waves. The worst of it has passed.

Melkor dips Manwë in another bath of cool water to chase away fever residue, then adorns him in new, soft fabrics, lowers him unto crisp clean sheets and lays himself beside him, keen eyes wide open.

It’s almost over.

Manwë should be waking up any day now.

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It’s two nights later, and Mairon is in the process of adjusting a tilted portrait when a long, cracked shriek swells throughout the manor, the frame shivering underneath his frozen hands.

At last, Manwë is awake.

Newborns tend to be violent when they first come to, hysterical with hunger and oblivious to their own strength, so more often than not, they would be restrained, for their own safety and that of those around them. But Melkor is one of the strongest out there, he could handle this just fine, he certainly doesn’t need Mairon sprinting his way up staircases and through corridors with Manwë’s howls still in his ears, but Mairon can’t help it, he needs to see this.

The screaming stops just before he reaches the threshold. He expects utter chaos when he walks into the room, and instead finds his master reclined against the headboard, Manwë’s slighter form pulled across his front, his slit wrist offered up for Manwë to sink into, latching on like it's all he knows to do, like his life depends on it. Because it does, Melkor had to be the one to do it, he is his maker, after all.

Melkor’s other hand smoothes down, coming to a rest at the small of Manwë’s back, his temple pressed to the top of Manwë’s head. “Drink, sweetheart,” he says, watching with indulgent, golden eyes as Manwë feeds off him, “‘Til you’ve had your fill.”

Mairon has to turn his head from the sight, backing away, much as he wants to be a part of it, he's trespassing on something intimate. Vampire couples feeding from each other is cherished, private, personal. And that’s what Melkor and Manwë are to be. This is not something for him, or anyone, to see.

Despite everything, it feels like a labor of love, in the end.

#i don't know why i didn't post it sooner #general lack of faith in my writing and the plot and whatnot #i hope this tides you over in the meantime #melkor x manwë #drabble #anonymous #melkor #manwë #tolkien

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thesmallworldofsamizayn · 6 months

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Please do!!

Well If You Insist!

(copied right out of the drafts <3) (long)

okay beatle roys. they don’t map perfectly at all, but if you absolutely HAD to, im sorry roman but you are george. yeah sure romey we know you’re a good songwriter you can have 2 on this album how’s about that? as smart as or maybe smarter than his siblings/bandmates but doesnt have a genius complex unlike them so is forced to play their games. including their mind games with each other. didn’t want to go on the roof; ended up on the roof. kendall is paul, ‘big brothering’ the little angry guy on the bus who he’ll always see as a little kid even though there’s like 2 years between them for christ’s sake. in terms of age seniority john might be the kendall equivalent but unfortunately paul was ACTUALLY an older brother and he brought that energy to the band, and the john/george alliance against paul reeks much more strongly of roman and shiv teaming up to peck their golden boy older sibling than anything george and paul had together against john. and to those who would say roman’s too much of a dick to be sweet peaceable george, he’s actually nicer okay cause he refused to sign the letter decrying kendall as a bipolar drug addict but george played slide guitar on how do you sleep quite happily.

on the subject of kendall, his depressive lows may seem more john but his manic highs? his big creative visions? his costumes (he got one for roman too)? his general addiction to the spotlight? his droopy eyes? his inability to have swag despite his charm and talents? the way his siblings close ranks against him when he tries to make a stand? the way he's a cog built to fit one machine and paul mccartney's state after the beatles broke up Actually im getting sad let's change the subject? looking for pussy like a fuckin techno gatsby? non zero chance of having done a collab with kanye west/wanted to do one? paul. he’s paul.

but it’s tough because shiv is the least easy to pin down as her age and gender relations with the rest of the family put her the furthest from john, and she ends up being at best a combo of all three - the underestimated and undermined baby (george) the repressed thwarted leader failgirl (paul) and the hotheaded bastard who's smart but not as smart as she thinks she is (john). but that john role gets much more delectable when you have kendall as paul, or at least if you think of them as the core duo in some way - im thinking of that crushing final scene between them, like take 'I want a divorce' and multiply it by a hundred holy fuck. she respects him, but she needs to prove herself better than him constantly. she needs validation just the same as he does but she's determined to believe/put out that everything she does is entirely under her own steam and that other people are pawns to her. her relationships with logan and mattson remind me of john with authority figures he would latch onto in the hope that they'd fill the void left by his parents, before realising they were phonies trying to get something from him and angrily discarding them.

honestly actually while shiv is the hardest to map clearly john is also the hardest from the beatles end cause there's a lot going on there from childhood trauma that any one of the roys can relate to, and his brand of cruel wit fits them all to an extent as well - but this is the configuration i like the most. also her spouse broke up the band

of course connor maps onto ringo perfectly do i even need to explain it - actually i do cause people might just take that to mean i’m saying ringo was useless or ignored. no he was the older brother everyone loved and who loved everybody, who was an only child for most of his childhood and was so happy to get three brothers/siblings even though they happened to be the worst people alive.

there you have it. and logan. is allen klein (kendall dreams he is being hunted down by him as a dentist)

oh one more thing - kendall as paul is right because he's the only one who's a documented beatles FAN lol

#sure i'll tag this. the people deserve to know #roman roy #kendall roy #shiv roy

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merotwst · 1 year

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PUTTING TWST BOYS IN LANA DEL REY SONGS BRAINROT | floyd leech in diet mtn. dew

[ fuck i have like other two of these in my drafts but like the those still dont make sense and i need to clear them out because im starting on the christmas event. then again, im not sure if this one will either i just slapped a bunch of words together and hope it gets my point across BUT i think this won't be the last brainrot i'll be posting abt bcs everytime i losten to lana del rey i always feel the urge to write ab smn so.

miss del rey's song contain mature themes such as alcohol, cigarettes, gambling, vices and the likes and so in these settings the character will be aged up

oh and these r all just my own interpretation of the songs bcs lana's songs make no sense but are so good anywy but listen ]

floyd leech in DIET MOUNTAIN DEW

⇝ think of: leather jackets; discarded beer cans; cigarette trays; new york city and that gritty smile of his

now picture this—you are born and raised in old 90s new york where slip dresses and plaid skirts were at their peak. the city of high fashion, people flooding the streets where the night life very much alive. you've seen this guy at your school. the familiar tussle of blue hair standing at a 7/11, diet mountain dew in his hands.

your eyes lock. he gives a toothy smirk and offers you his can of the soda. diet mountain dew being a seasonal drink wasn't always available and peeking at the store behind you, the fridge was empty. so you took the drink, took his hand and rode at the back of his bike with the city's evening wind blowing through your hair. he drove fast—like the way you fell but oh, he's no good for you. the carbonated drink in your hands that you raised to your lips in the back of his pontiac tasted divine but in excessive amounts becomes dangerous. a taste of heaven on floyd's tongue, your heart shaped sunglasses hung lazily on his head he hungrily kissed you underneath the city's blinding lights. do you think you'll be in love forever? do you think you'll be in love?

the taste of the sugary drink lingered on your lips as everything came to an abrupt end. it was like he was never even there. you stand at the same spot at that 7/11, empty can in your hands. it was too fast, like the way he drove. what made you think you'd have the perfect romance? what made you think you'd have one at all? tossing the empty can aside like how you tossed jesus out on the nights you hung onto his lips, you became the ashes of the cigarettes that always seemed to be on his breath.

i suddenly remembered i have a lab report to finish i swesr im almost donw with it hhhhhhhhh ty for listening to me talk

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #i dont wanna do my HOMEWORK FUCK FUCK I JUST WANT TO DRAW AND WEITE AND SING #. merowrites #. meromess #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader

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loreholdlesbian · 10 months

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Eventide Draft Booster Challenge

With every new released set, I like to make a custom booster pack of cards utilizing the themes and mechanics of the set, meant to play around with the themes and mechanics of the set, creating a pack of cards that one could reasonably expect to open in that set. You may notice that Eventide is a 15 year old set and is not quite “a new release”. I was playing around with weird -1/-1 counter designs, and that led me to some shadowmoor flavor, and I just got really enamored by the plane and decided to make a pack. (Funnily, not many of those weird -1/-1 counter designs made it into the pack, but c’est la vie.) And I had the time for it, since I’m skipping over the lord of the rings set since im not familiar enough with the material.

Rare

Sorrowsfeaster BBBBB

Creature- Elemental

Trample Sorrowsfeaster enters the battlefield with a -1/-1 counter on it for each symbol in the mana costs of permanents you control that isn’t a black mana symbol. (For example, if you control a permanent that costs 2B/G and one that costs 2UU, it enters with four -1/-1 counters.)

9/9

Art

Shadowmoor block had a lot of pip-heavy costs, as does black in general, so I thought a card like this would be a cool way to really make you go all in on black would be a fun riff on chroma, a mechanic in the set.

Uncommons

Embersoul 1R

Enchantment- Aura

Enchant creature you control

Chroma- Whenever enchanted creature attacks, add R for each red mana symbol in its mana cost. Until end of turn, you don’t lose this mana as steps and phases end.

Art

Speaking of chroma. I decided to use chroma in a way that encourages you to use it with high-pip cards, not just lots of cards, by caring about individual permanents. With the hindsight of devotion now existing, this seems a good direction to take the mechanic in.

Bog-Raiser Hag B/GB/GB/G

Creature- Hag

When Bog-Raiser Hag enters the battlefield, creature cards in your graveyard gain retrace until end of turn. (You may cast a card with retrace from your graveyard by discarding a land card in addition to paying its other costs.)

3/2

All bones lost to the mud are hers to play with.

Art

This is not a card that would have existed in eventide. Only instants and sorceries had retrace (which I recently learned is because until very late in development, retrace let you cast your lands as copies of the card, and at the time only instants and sorceries could be copied.) That’s one of the big tensions with this projects; it’s based on a challenge from GDS3, so one of the big goals is to show off and do new stuff which is hard when staying bound to the set. With retrace, I erred on doing something new.

Moonlit Path

Land

Moonlit Path enters the battlefield tapped.

As Moonlit Path enters the battlefield, choose a color.

Whenever you cast a multicolored spell, if you spent only a single color to cast it, you gain 1 life.

T: Add one mana of the chosen color.

Art

This land is meant as a reward for playing a monocolor deck with a lot of hybrid spells in it. I don’t think it’s super strong, but i think it’s decent enough for draft purposes, personally.

Commons

Paranoid Brandishing W

Instant

Chroma— Target creature gets +1/+0 for each white mana symbol in its mana cost and gains first strike until end of turn.

Kithkin farm tools are always kept sharp.

Art from [[Sharpened Pitchfork]]

Here’s the last chroma card of the pack. In the theme of chroma encouraging high individual pip counts, a combat trick felt like a good common usage. If you’re able to get this on something with a triple pip it’s great, but even the bare minimum of first strike and maybe +1/+0 is fine.

Aspect of Raven 1U

Enchantment- Aura

Enchant creature

Enchanted creature gets +1/+1 and has flying.

Retrace (You may cast this card from your graveyard by discarding a land card in addition to paying its other costs.)

Art

Here’s a simpler, common appropriate usage of permanent retrace. I intend this to be part of a cycle of retrace auras. Auras have always had a card advantage problem, and retrace can help mitigate that.

Scavenging Selkie 1U

Creature- Merfolk Rogue

1, T: Draw a card then discard a card.

1G/UG/U, Q: Return to your hand target card in your graveyard that was put there from your hand or library this turn. (Q is the untap symbol.)

1/3

Art

Shadowmoor block used hybrid in a few ways, not just in mana costs, and I wanted to as well. This uses a weird regrowth-y effect to upgrade from looting to card draw.

Sink into the Muck 1B

Instant

Exile up to three cards from a single graveyard.

Search your library for a basic Swamp card and put it into your hand, then shuffle.

Art

This card is intended as part of a cycle of “cantrips” that search for the respective basic, to play up the monocolor theme and play into retrace later in the game. This particular card also acts as graveyard hate, to combat retrace.

Pernicious Paranoia R

Enchantment- Aura

Enchant creature

Enchanted creature attacks each combat if able.

Whenever enchanted creature deals combat damage to a player, put a -1/-1 counter on it.

Art

-1/-1 counters running willnilly around an environment tends to make things get smaller as the game goes on, when generally magic plays better if things get bigger as the game goes on, so it can come to an end. This is why we’re unlikely to see more heavy -1/-1 counter environments. This card, I hope, helps move the game along in an odd way. They have to attack with it, so even if it gets small enough that attacking isn’t worth it, tough luck. And because it hurts the creature when it hits players, you’re encouraged to let it hit you which might make the game go a bit faster. (It also means, if it’s a lil too big to kill, you can let it through and then kill it with a blocker next turn, which I think is fun)

Hostile Canopy 1G

Sorcery

Choose one-

Put a -1/-1 counter on each creature your opponents control with flying.

Creatures you control without flying get +1/+1 until end of turn.

The forest does not take kindly to those who try to escape its grasp.

Art

Green -1/-1 counter cards are tough, since it’s not supposed to be good at killing stuff, but it can kill fliers no problem, so that felt like a good place to start. I also gave it the pump effect, cause its effect felt a bit niche for a common, and this felt like a good alternate mode.

Candleshadow Eminence 1W/B

Enchantment- Aura

Enchant land

As long as enchanted land is a Plains, it has “T: Exile target card from a graveyard.”

As long as enchanted land is a Swamp, it has “T: Target player loses 1 life and you gain 1 life.”

Art

Here’s another card intended as part of a cycle, like the existing cycle in the set of auras that gives a reward for being color A and a different reward for color B. Same intention, but with a landier focus (and less of a reward for being multicolor, since both are tap abilities)

Noggle Smuggler 2U/RU/R

Creature- Noggle Rogue

At the beginning of combat on your turn, target creature with power 2 or less can’t be blocked this turn.

Persist (When this creature dies, if it had no -1/-1 counters on it, return it to the battlefield under its owner’s control with a -1/-1 counter on it.)

3/2

Art

This is another card looking to use -1/-1 counters to make the game faster. When it dies and comes back smaller, that allows it to target itself with its effect. Definitely a bend, but one I’m okay making.

Scrappy Hobgoblin 3R/WR/W

Creature- Goblin Warrior

Scrappy Hobgoblin has double strike as long as it has a -1/-1 counter on it.

Persist (When this creature dies, if it had no -1/-1 counters on it, return it to the battlefield under its owner’s control with a -1/-1 counter on it.)

3/3

Art

Second verse same as the first, another attempt to make -1/-1 counters move the game along. This started as a card I made months ago, but since eventide was strictly enemy colors, I switched it to R/W, and then I didn’t quite like that, so I changed it to the double strike ability you see here which plays quite similarly.

Bramble Blade 2

Artifact- Equipment

Whenever a green creature enters the battlefield under your control, you may attach Bramble Blade to it.

Equipped creature gets +1/+1 and has trample.

Equip 2

Art

A color reward to play into the monocolor theme, you know the drill. Probably part of a cycle of Equipment.

Firebane Scarecrow 3

Artifact Creature- Scarecrow

Lifelink

Wither red (This creature deals damage to red creatures in the form of -1/-1 counters)

2/2

Its fieldsiblings fell to boggarts’ arson, but the boggarts did not laugh for long.

Art

Part of a cycle of color hate scarecrows that all wither their respective color and have a second ability that plays against that color’s strategy. I thought this limited form of wither could be a fun evolution to it, one that I could see if wither ever came back today, and color hate was the version that made the most sense with set themes.

#original post #mtg #custom magic card #Shadowmoor #booster challenge

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nicegaai · 4 months

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sorry i want to ramble about fan fiction and i dont want to bothr people in dms

ok chapter 8 is getting its third googledoc draft because part of me does want to do as much of this as possible before the end of the year, especially while i still have so much free time.

thank you to past me for writing up the scene by scene breakdown. that DOES make this much easier to continue on. HOWEVER. why did i leave so much open ended. thats making this much harder. like

everything was left like this. and then when i add dialogue it changes the course of the scene pretty dramatically. ive spent like an hour today trying to iron out one scene i thought i had THE MOST polished up already. like. Carsex Scene was supposed to be my ease-in easy bit. HOW DO WRITERS DO THIS? im NOT cut out for this kind of work.

well this past year has given me a lot of respect for people who can write. ahhhhh

oh yeah also i cant find the whole first scene for this chapter. i wrote it a while ago and i have NO idea what happened to it. fml i guess

i think if i started rambling on about the plot it might get me into Real Writing Mode but im struggling to do this. thats what im trying to accomplish here with this textpost but it isnt workign yet HELP

ok no i can do this.

first scene i have dennor being cute togehter. unfortunately i havent figured out the whole second half of the scene. my notes are like "they talk about their relationship" and like ok i know this is necessary and ive been putting off them doing this for like 4 chapters but i dont know what to do with that. they should have a talk about the state of their relationship but i have discarded drafts of like mads confessing his love to sig which is no longer canon. i had a version where there was a subplot about them breaking up. now i just want them to have the polyamory talk, bcz someone has to and im not making sufin do it. but tbh i could leave it implied. and just put that off until the fic is over bc i dont care I JUST DONT CARE i dont feel like it

next was more sufin moments i think given some time i could make this bit really good. i love sufin. i love them being together this part is fine actually i just need to start it and the inspiration will come

next umm lets see. OH ACTUALLY this one is funny. im really into this scene even though i can sense it getting really really long. whenever i get into fleshing this scene out im goign to enjoy it. its denice and dennor having awkward boyfriend-sharing interactions. and nor is like sooo how are those wet dreams going lol and ice is like . well youre definitely not in them lol uhhhhhhh. jk he doesnt say this but he thinks it. his life is so hard u guize

the next bit .................. im trying to shoehorn in some norfin. im trying to set up that they should be besties and hang out more. because its true and right. unfortunately this "scene" is 2 lines long bc i wasnt sure what to do with it. could i drop it? yes. but for plot reasons I DONT WANT TOOOO. but what is the scene about? nothing, but i gotta fit in 2 important plot points and so i shall. maybe they will even do a sex. WHO KNOWS! NOT ME

next bit is another one that could get real long if i let it. i love the densu nation and i need their crumbs. i need them to hang out. IS IT PLOT IMPORTANT? maybe not. but TO ME i think it is CHARACTER IMPORTANT. theres some foreshadowing. actually maybe 2 layers of foreshadowing that begin here. and also they are playing videos game and being children about it and i love them

next bittttttttt emil feels like a fifth wheel and gets in his emotions about it :( this scene im feeling ok about even though its vague so far. its a good starting point. i can do something with this

next bit UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH AUUUUUUUUGHHHHH i dotn want to write this one. hm. actually i didnt realize i felt that strongly about this scene. i dont know if its because it sucks narratively, or its just not fun enough... writing emil at school with his friends is just not fun for me in general. i love hk and liech but this is just not my thinggg. it doesnt help that i ended the scene with saying "ughh something happens and plans fall through and i dont know how lol" like what am i supposed to do with that. but i think this scene will end up being important. a whole sideplot rides on this. if i deleted it, it might get confusing at the end. maybe i can just simplify it? eventually. maybe ill cut it out in the end anyway.

oh and then the last scene is the carsex scene. epicballs, i skipped ahead and im working on this first.

ew actually now that ive typed this all up, it sounds like a hell of a lot of work. what am i doingggg. im such a slow writer T_T what AM i doing

step 1 i need to stop editing as i go and just slam down some vibes in the goog doc. i got good at this for a while but ive lost that mojo. i need to revive her *looks at time* maybe tomorrow or something. or for a couple hours >_> if im very good at time management tonight

if anyone is reading this hi

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contronym-colours · 1 year

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A couple of my past Sona's

These are my bois, some are old and new, made for and from discarded accounts or active ones.

Im currently missing 2 in here, and in total there a 5 sona's, these are old drawings ranging from months ago to years a go.

The first Sona is Micheal in which that's a fake name as thier real names are thier account names, believe me I didn't pick that name bc of purple man. Anyways Micheal is the oldest of the bunch and was originally just a guy in front of his camera like those theroist youtubers who have sprites.

I then forgot about him for a few years, so I remade him basically the same with slightly different colors and ditching the sweater. Since he was the first I gave him magic to replicate Mary Sue/Gary stu overpowered feel usually associated with self-inserts or first oc's(which explains angel/devil wings and head gear).

Originally drawn bright and happy with relaxed eyes and a content smile almost always drawn on his face. A sweater, and hair kinda shorter.

He's now has a sometimes serious, most times deadpan face drawn on with half lidded eyes looking away. Kinda withdrawn from the "camera" of the canvas. Clothing all hued purple and he ditched the sweater, giving it to someone else

Crispy is the second oldest with a name longer then anyone, short, plain like a stickman, and gender is no where.

Originally drawn with no clothes and no green hue in thier eyes, he was a curious lil bugger that's almost always drawn holding something or rummaging around, Unlike his older brother who was never drawn with my oc's he appeared in a few and at the time I thought of him as a self insert more then Micheal, and the appearances more so as alternate universes then canon and eventually I stopped drawing him in my oc's universe(I should mention that I drew him as a few inches tall).

Since at the start he had nothing that's was drawn on him I gave him a belt that held art supplies that he can use to alter and traverse the world.

Now he has Micheal's sweater albeit altered and simplified but still the same sweater nonetheless. He has no belt as he doesn't travel the world in the size of an ant and he can control his art abilities with his hands and has only a sketchbooks pen.

Aperence wise his eyes gotten a bit greener and half lidded with a smile of encouragement and content. He's relaxed and understanding and prioritizes the moment while also acknowledging the past. Push him and he'll beat your ass with paintbrush he makes on the fly.

That is DarkCreamTea, he's been around watching and he wasn't drawn till I decided to make this one account into a sona. I made it implied that he was around for a long while just watching without a form till I made them one. Idk when the account was made but if we're going account wise then they'll be the 3 oldest, if by form then he's the 4th oldest(which is the one I'm going by)

Since they're a special case I made him two forms. His sketch form, which is the base template for making a character and his detailed form the one I drawn which is his only draft. If you want to argue his third form is nothing and is kinda his sleeping but conscious state.

Since he wasn't given a form immediately after making the account, he doesn't fall outta the sky like the first three before them, so he just kinda there listening but nowhere (to me its kinda like an infact growing from nothing but superspeed) till he eventually forms into existence while the gang was away. Since he technically existed before the trio he looks around and leaves in a randim direction. He spots another person a few days on his endless walk looking at the blue sunset.

They're quiet, reserved, and perfers listening over talking. I gave them no eyes or mouth but he still capable of speech, he moves in a polite and formal manner despite not needing to.

#Skwish oc #My account family

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theguywiththearrowtattoo · 2 years

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Captain's Log (by the way Im a sailor ⛵️ ARRRR)

Entry 1:

Lost my anchor, the rope just slipped out. Glad I had a spare from Dad's boat!! ⚓😪

2: Pulled up a mountain of mud and weeds🦠 in Collins Bay when weighed anchor. Motored over to the pier for electrical work with dad. Last night I became an electrician and used a fire extinguisher as a hammer to smash open the mast light plug. Blew up the paddle boat for the first time on the water, a japanese fisherman 'Steven' lost his lucky crayfish lure and offered to pay me 5$ to go get. 🎣 Didnt find it unfortunately but I learned a lot about fishermen and their faith in a single unique lure.

3: Sailed to Stella and back to Collin, fun time with Dave, learned how to use the radio and the ropes. Also, those black birds murder islands! Stear clear of the Brother Islands!! 🦅🏝 "The water is lower this year than usual." Dave's wife took pictures of us sailing back to Collins off the Conservation Area where I got the shell fragment for my necklace. Sailed back to stella alone in 10 knots of wind, Dave calls it sporty, I call it scary as hell. 😳😵😱 Got a lot of bruises from that sail, jumping side to side, running up and down the deck, lost my bungies. Certainly learned the hard way that too much sail in too much wind is a BADDDD thing!!! Rocked the boat right down near the water and tacked all over the place. Boy was I glad to see "LAND HO!!!" 😍 coming into Stella, even if anchoring took about a hundred tries 🙄😫😫. Amherst Island is warm and fit, lots of paddle boarders.

4: Sailed from Amherst Island (Stella) to Cressy in Picton, past the gap between Island and mainland which was smooth and slow sailing all the way, had to zigzag once and then again to adjust my heading into Cressy. There was a floating "island" of those Black Birds that freaked me out, thought it was land!!! 🤯🦅🦅🦅 Apparently theres a swamp around here cuz theres a few mosquitoes. Got a skitter coil but no lighter so I guess Ill be fightin them tonight. Twas a wonderful day. Listening to the geese landing nearby and hopefully aboard! 😍

5: Sailing was patchy, sometimes wind howling in the sails and other times dead quiet and I had to start the engine up to get to a chopped blue. Followed a brown smoke plume over the trees for a bit, wonder if theres a forest fire. 😳 Raced past the Glenora Fairy to get here. Sailed all the way to Glen Island, the water carves through both sides of it so Im lucky I have a shoal draft boat to anchor off current. Theres a beaver living here 🦫, just saw him paddle over to his home, looks pretty big for a little guy. Lilly pads I think, big ones with big underwater folding leaves are anchored too in the mud along with a plateau of zebra muscle shells and 2 discarded tires?? 🤨😂 A blue heron flew in and started prowling for fishes. Nice place. Just hope the Cormorants dont kill that poor island, I can see them nesting on the north tip of it. 😪

I had to take the rudder off!!! Its so shallow here that it was scraping and every sound is so scary I think my hull is grinding on a rock. 😳😨😖😖😖

Ok, mom convinced me. I moved to another spot, then a guy in a white shirt started yelling at me "HAVE YOU ANCHORED HERE BEFORE?" ⚓ and told me to go to the east side of the island to be protected from wind, so Im here now. Hopefully I dont get dragged out to sea like my poor purple bucket who's rope snapped and she went down down down before I could hook her 😪🪣, I got one deck wash out of her (lots of anchor mud) and she was gone. Watching the sunset through the gap in the trees, its nice. Getting fresh air.

Tonight is warmer and calmer than most nights, listening to the frogs singing and occasional geese. Very serene 🥰

6: Motored into hay bay today, no wind, around 20 or so fisherman to wave to, passed three swans. Anchored pretty tight and after about a half hour of monitoring the anchor with no give, I paddled to shore in high waves against wicked current and a rope between my teeth trailing empty water bottles, a bag of garbage and a gas can behind me. Twas my first ever supply run. Upon my return, my Tortuga had floated away, rope slipped right off her cleats, marking the second time I lost an anchor and the first time losing my ship. 😥 Its a sad day today and a hard lesson. Im shit at tying anchor lines... ⚓ Im scared to death that her hull may have been damaged on shore and praying that the mud is thick enough to preserve her. I want to cry. Sailing has been the hardest thing Ive ever done in my life and now mother nature has screwed me, seems more like a bitch of nature than a mother. I need to hug my baby and fall asleep in his arms... I cant take much more of this abuse. 😭

7: Don and Marybeth knew a fisherman with a 130hp engine that was able to tug it off the mud after extensive rocking and angle changing. 🛥 Me and Don were on the hull leaning side to side to wiggle her out. She came free! Motored all the way to his docks at Bayview Cottages in Hay Bay. Im going to dive under her hull and see if she took any damage, already crawled to inspect the bilge area and under any possible water collection spots. All dry! No leaks. Like a review on the internet says "the Bayliner Buccaneers are hulled with an overkill fiberglass and wood sandwich." Guess this turtle has a mighty shell! 🐢 The engine quit half way and though I hoisted the sails there was no wind to carry us and we drifted until we could get the motor going again. Don had me help level his dock as a favor returned. Im inside Tortuga now, fighting off the heat, sweating like a pig, drank all my water and some from Don and MBs cabin. Their dog Cooper died last year at age eight from cancer in his pancreas, poor baby had to be euthanized. Rest in peace Cooper. 😙 Cant wait to freshen up in this deep cool water. Took a photo of a brown water snake sunbathing on my dock and got attacked by a giant wasp. Everyday is always so eventful. I think Ill bake some loaves of bread for my rescuers tonight, and Ill pay the fishermen a 40 spot for his efforts and gas. Dave bought me 50 feet of chain and a Bruce anchor, world renowned for awesome hold and fast dig in. People are great! Always ask for help!

8: I left that god forsaken swamp at a race against the wind for a good wind break cove called Whitlow Point on the Bay of Quinte. Saw a Bald Eagle? 🦅 And swam a bit with a great white swan to cool off from the squelching sun. Yesterday, a brown water snake🐉 tried to get in my boat, I grabbed it by the neck to avoid his teeth and tossed it overboard. Luckily we dont have many poisonous snakes in Canada, he nearly got past the door and into my kitchen! I got my new anchor, a Bruce, and bolted everything together with a shackle and locking wire. This thing is mighty, and HEAVY along with 50' of chain and three wicked teeth. "Your ground tackle is gold, most important piece of equipment on your boat." Hope I dont lose it like the last two. Its nice I have my precious plants with me now, if a pirate's treasure is gold then mine is my plants. 🪴 Swans are huge! And so soft, a perfect clean white. Amazing, quiet, graceful. 🦢 I whipped a wasp midair with a fly swatter as it was trying to get in mah home and it shot out the back end of Tortuga like a bullet with the force of the hit, the thing landed on the water about 10 feet away... 😳 Its buzzin and making tiny ripples on the water. Fish food? 🐝 Kinda felt bad but I dont think wasps pollinate do they? They sting though so no thanks mr wasp 😤. Im pulling my skin off in sheets, its like plastic wrap but soft and thinner, full of holes where the hairs were. Its scary to see part of your body falling off. Ill make it my mission to never get sunburnt again.... 😔 Todays dinner: mashed avocado in a can of veggies and water. Honestly, for a poor man's meal, twas yum. Though maybe hunger makes everything delicious. Someone was shooting off fire works before night, strange time to see lights but fun to watch 😁

9: Earth has coughed up a spray of clouds and grey all over, the sky is gone, so is the sun. Spooky and chilled. Saw a beaver or ground hog swim by and the head of a snapping turtle up for air. Sailed over to Deseronto in unreliable spurts between hard wind and stillness. Got used to "beam reach" sailing as most of the wind was hitting my left side. My new anchor seems to be solid against this pretty angry afternoon wind and a crap ton of weeds, 🌿🦠🌿🦠🌿🦠🦠 I had to swim through them. It was like running through ropes, getting tied up. They arent slimy at all, kinda rough actually. I ended up ripping them out with my hands to pull me through the water. After a raft trip from boat to shore hitched a ride with dad to napanee for groceries (couple of soymilks and tomatoes to fight skin cancer from that basty sunburn on my shoulders) and movie downloads... I paddled back to Tortuga, deflated Squirt and realized, I forgot my charger in dad's car. Unwilling to reinflate my dinghy again I put on full cover clothes and treaded through the wet jungle and back with my cord between my teeth like an otter on its back. The water is warm now for swimming, ... or at least warm by a Canadian guy's standards 😋 🇨🇦. May long weekend and theres beautiful fireworks to watch, Im laying on her shell watching the explosions of red gold silver, the chinese really did gift the world a wonderful surprise 🎆 A guy has been flying a remote controlled yellow airplane over the water and just swooped in over Tortuga. Did a couple nose dives and flips, this guy is skilllllll. Thought it would get caught in my mast.... wires? Calm night, did I mention there were about 40 little turtles huddled up on a floating line? 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 Very cute 😍. My clothes are bungied up on the boom to dry overnight, starting to get real comfy living aboard 😄. Wow, admiring my tanned feet, they are hot, especially after swimming. Lookin FINEEEE 🔥. Wish my sexy twink was sucking my toes or massaging them.... Having pizza and watching a movie on the couch now, talk later! 😌

10: Dark skies today, blue swollen clouds blanketing the sky and a wind that whistles and howls and shakes my ship relentlessly. I only hope my anchor is strong enough to fight this angry sky. ... JUST RAN OUTSIDE, heard a god awful boom! Wind got fierce and screaming, BATTON THE HATCHES AND HOLD OUT! 🌫 Its going to be a long, scary day.

So the wind has finally died down and seeing that its safe to crawl out of my tunnel, I started uncovering my sails and attached the jib to set sail to napanee and dock. Unfortunately, the wind wasnt the only thing that died today... my battery failed to start up the engine 🔋. My spirits dropped, stressed and dismay again. How could so many things go wrong in such a short span of time?? The engine let out pathetic barks like a sick dog until I gave up on it. After some phone calls I realized that A: batteries are luxury items for people too lazy to start the engine by hand and prefer to sit and press a button. and B: You can start an engine without a battery and instead manually by yanking on the cord. So, with a little muscle, the engine started... of course; but alas by the time I figured that out I had run low on daylight and the action plan turned miraculously into a 'sit inside and wait another 12 hours' plan. Determined to not suck out the last drop of battery juice from the supply for my emergency radio, which was depressingly displaying "BATTERY LOW", Ive strapped a flashlight to the bow, a camp lantern to the mast, placed the red and green and again, locked up for the night. 🌫🌙

Side note: Dont leave the toilet open ever, it took a whole load of laundry detergent and concentrated peppermint oil soap to destroy the smell... time for a sewage pump out I suppose? Though the level line still marks green as in "GO🚽". Status: Perpetually confused.

P.p.s. on May 26th, in three days, the wind is going to be worse than it was today, I cant imagine that 😳🌪. I need to find shelter, fast. I wonder if writing this Captain's Journal keeps me sane? Or do I just hope for attention from whoever reads this? 🤔 Probably both... Anywho, back to movies. Lots of em. Canned peas SUCK. Listening to the crack of fireworks outside. 🎆

11. Woke up groggy and my eyes sealed shut... Alaine met me last night around midnight, I docked, ripped off handfulls of weeds from chain and a stuck anchor and gave him my battery to charge overnight. Now I've got some juice and my little Johnson 9.9 is hummin again. 😌 Babe got a job, or at least he's training for a job. Im so proud of him, finally getting the things he wants, no more waiting. Met a fisherman named Wayne Matthews who caught 5 Walleye, he'll eat them tonight. Yum 🐟

12. The past week or so I've been docked at the napanee springside park dock, the motor in was shallow and full of weeds, swans, a tipi and a luxurious cliff side stone mansion 😳. At ropes Ive ripped out the 50 year old orange carpet and gross ceiling plastic on the port side interior of Tortuga, sorry T gotta do it, yer ugly as hell in there. Her fiberglass is exposed, looks alright too. Will be painting her belly white, the paint is called "White White" so I guess thats as true of the color as I can get. ⬜ Humming over to Deseronto, just at the mouth into the Bay, I witnessed a display of millions of bright flashing diamonds dancing on the water's surface. 💎🔹️💠🔷️💎 Wow, incredible. Never before seen, and now Ive seen it, the jewels of the blue. Wore my leather Captain's Hat all day, handmade up north in the small town of Saint-hippolyte, Québec by a man who loves whisky and ostriches. It feels good to wear it, comfortable now, like its meant to be there on my head. 🎩 Im anchored today in the same ropey sea forest off the dock in Dez, we'll see what comes next 👀.

13. Out from the dark blue forest, a writhing beast realed its nasty head, slithering through the calm of the black night waters it came for me, then dove deep into its ropes and slime. Holding my lantern up high over the blue-now black waters at twilight I saw it come again twice, three times and then took my leave. Ive heard legends of a Loch Ness monster, could this be one and the same?

14. Some weeks later... Tacking 31 times is a long arduous task and I dare say I wish never to do it again.

15. The spring rains have not ceased to pour on my humble abode and though I pray, to no particular faith, for the dry belly of my sweet Tortuga, I fear that the 7+ crying windows will lead to an eventual and destined soggy carpet.

16. Perhaps a week again aft? I have picked a million strawblurbs and am now bloated and dizzy with the sweetness of this summer harvest. One particular berry was so sweet I smiled in delight of it. To say I were gay would be an understatement! Another though put me into remiss and I banished it from my mouth with a splat and the most convincing grimace as to threaten the plant which dared to bare such a fruit.

My ship awaits me off the Port of "North" and the tip of Quinte Point, I saw her once a night and her lights a bobbin in the dark as if a triad of stars welcoming me, missing me, and scared alone on the water some kilometer away.

17. Grass corns waving at me in the soft blow of night, not a grasp on my mind can justify my fright. Glow dots bouncing on shadow, unbeknownst to they is the hollow ground below. The winds rage on an invisible lake and the waves roar, so fierce are they that I cant repress my memory of a lost Tortuga, an army of fishermen and a ghastly rough day.

18. After nearly a fortnight Ive journeyed to the very beach I first paddled a'shore to Trenton in North Port and began the long paddle to Tortuga under the growl and boom of a gang of dark clouds. Upon nearly a quarter of way to her a rod struck the water with such might it was if the sky had been divided in two by the purest blinding white light and my father hollered out from ashore "COME BACK!". Twas a good thing too for Squirt blew her belly out and was on her way to Davy Jone's Locker. I fear no patch can save her and will be in the market for a replacement. Meanwhile I count my lucky stars that I hadn't been fried into a straight man on that electric lake of fire.

19. A canoe that's seen better days was my ferry to Tortuga after a month of her isolation through lightning storms and tornadoes. Ive been to the family cottage thrice I believe since last seeing my ship and drove around many cities in between buying food, soaps, and treasures. Aboard, a swarm of strange looking black faced gulls circle overhead, curious as to what I might be doing on their likely established perch. My poor ship is full of spiderwebs, notably a funnel web on deck in the loop of a lay rope which is home to a tarantula like brown spider. All around she is polka dotted with brown gunk, musty as an old man's basement and well, surprisingly, despite a counted seven good leaks in a many windows, dry. After an inpection of the bow below I found her utterly void of the murky puddle I had assumed would be there. No, alas after wind and storm and monsoon Id say, my beloved Tortuga has forbidden any and all water from penetrating her shell. I am awe stricken.

I am all too familiar with the howl of the south westerly wind and the waves rolling and plopping up against her belly and the rattle and whipping of my mast and halliards but, this time, I find my breath shortened, my chest heavy and constricted and a fear. An indescribable nervousness inside this ship that has me uneasy. Ive been scared heartless twice with the shadow of a tree disguising itself as a dark figure boarding a-stern. What is this uneasy whisper? This clenching of my gut and pulling of air from my lungs? I best distract myself. Of course as with any night aboard, I hear buzzing. But, as the critter lands on the word 'wind' of my screen, to my mind's surprise it is not the oft visiting mosquito but a well fattened... may fly? Perhaps? Seems almost a ghost of a fly. So pale. It is raining a second time, light, scattered drops. It is quite an other worldly feeling to live aboard an old boat in a vast and mysterious water.

Anyway lets not bore you with flies and shells and seven good leaks dry, and the ghastly screams of the blue and the white. I should sleep. And so I shall. Perhaps in a few minutes... I hear a voice.

It is night and I see an orange blurred V glowing through my window. I climb up the creaky steps and find my binoculars. My head pops out from the hatch and my hazel eyes peer into the antique glass to see a huge fire, reaching its flame out in every direction. Around it three or five boys my age perhaps or older are standing there, talking loudly, drinking beers and discussing women of interest I presume. One of them lifts his shirt off and drops for an attempt at a pushup. Maybe there is a girl there too and it is a courtship, a display of strength, however clumsy. My mind displays a rather proud scene before my eyes of a forest ablaze and a plume of smoke overhead and I worry for a second that they have died in the fire and that I should sail away before Im next. But then I realize that it is only my imagination. And of course now. My logic is telling the child in me to sleep. I guess this is goodnight.

20. I sailed off from Northport to the Napanee Docks with the wind in my back and flying her colors for the first time. Not the flag but the colorful red and orange genniker, looks like a fire on the water when she's up. Before the Deseronto-Prince Edward County bridge a mid sized yacht charged me full speed and displaced a tsunami of water towards my vessel. In a panic I dropped the sails and rushed back to deck to pull the ropes tight and steer her nose-first down into the swallowing abyss of a wave so dark and deep it towered over Tortuga and smashed her poor body before lifting her up again and dropping her midair. She performed a horrific belly flop and if she could have cried Id imagine her to be doing so still now, wailing and begging for it to be over. Doesnt he know he could have killed me? He could have drowned us easily if I hadnt have been quick enough and we'd been struck a-port, we'd have rolled over, belly up, and sunk in that massive swell.

Im docked at last in Napanee, pushed once again by the wind with the flaming sail of the genniker and Tortuga rests now tied firmly by 5 lines to a goose poop littered dock. She doesnt seem to mind however and I get to put my broom to good use brushing off all the partly digested logs of algae and sea life back into the water.

21. Ive gutted a good portion of Tortuga's old belly and begun painting her a clean fresh white inside, and the illusion of added space is setting in. I poke my head out of the cabin ever minute for a gasp of air. Apparently white paint contains crystaline silica, and as luxurious as that sounds, it causes cancer. Doesnt everything nowadays?

22. ...Months later and winter is nearly upon us. Blue glimmer rolling atop a frigid deep blue. Like mother of pearl. The sky, liquified on the water, its mesmerizing.

23. Days are cloudier now, there's no exception at Stillwater Basin, a cut into the land where the boats hide from crushing ice and current. Interesting people here. Shirtless hairy men with huge netted ships and chin beards. Some of the vessels tucked away in this tranquil marine community have wide wooden hulls. One is intricately painted and sculpted at the bow to show a breasted figure attached to colorful beams. Another ship looks as though a full tree had been raised and cut to form the mast, the sailor fits the lumberjack description too. Everyone either has an accent ( I met a british sailor lady ), is young, dumb and very tanned to almost brown, hairy and old and alone or all of the above. These are a whole new breed of people. They seem wild, and the night before, with still water, I saw them dining under candlelight. So peaceful, tranquil. The kind of peace that pulls on my hearts strings when I see it, and the same feeling of freedom, warmth and... purest happiness that I felt laying aboard my little Tortuga.

Smoky (I adopted a dog), who is both Canadian Labrador, a powerful web pawed natural swimmer and Border Collie, a protective herding dog, slept most of the way from Deseronto to here. He's already comfortable with sailing and Id say he's got his sea legs. He's guarding his human from the man eating seagulls swooping overhead.

Ill be scrubbin the sea spray and anchor muck off of Tortuga today and dropping her mast. In 4 days she gets lifted out for the winter.

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weebsinstash · 2 years

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Chinese imperial dramas are fun and a fun concept! Though being Isekai into one of those would be stressful let alone if stuck with a yandere

Man, those men WERE yandere. They literally held drafts, like we do for the military, but for women. Men raised to be told they're the next step from the heavens with God given rights and privileges. You aren't invited into the Imperial harem, you're ORDERED, and refusing is punishable up to several generations of your family. These men full on said "oh so you won't fuck me and spit out royal heirs for me? Then I'll kill your mom and your dad and all of your siblings and put you on house arrest forever"

The one I've been watching is called Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace and it's so good but also very sad ;-; Ruyi is a fucking saint the entire show, eloquent, composed, talented, smart, but the Emperor is literally so fucked up from the environment he's been raised in that he thinks he's entitled to everything and has no faults of his own. There's a part where Ruyi, who is literally the only woman in his harem he's actually in love with, is framed for a horrible crime, and since he can't indefinitely prove her innocence, for politics, he jails her for THREE YEARS, where she was almost assassinated several times. And when her innocence is proven, he gives her half hearted apologies and rewards "to make up for her suffering". But then she gets framed AGAIN and the dumb motherfucker falls for it AGAIN! Don't even get me STARTED on Consort Rong! She even told the Emperor to his face "You're essentially threatening me that if I don't stay with you you'll harm my entire clan" and he's just like "yes! 🥰 now attend to me in bed tonight, woman who very clearly hates me 🥰"

Deadass, it was some heinous shit. Women fighting each other for the favor of a fickle man who only grew bored of them and replaced then with younger women when they aged, expecting then to pump out babies for their entire lives before being discarded

But also... the drama fuels me, as well as just how fascinating it is to see how these women were expected to act and carry themselves and also, god the fasion? I'm almost at the end of Ruyi's Royal Love and I already decided that I'm going to watch The Legend of Lingfei next, since it seems to have more fiction and humor and lighthearted moments. It's also a big reason I've been so inactive cause like... im either working at the grocery store, smoking weed, or watching my new hyperfixation 😅 or daydreaming about all these fics and WIPs and drafts i need to get around to.... 👉👈

#god it was ignis birthday yesterday and i wanted to write something but im just freah outta motivation

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oddaodd · 3 years

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· Delightful Misty Dream ·

Summary: Tommy joins the reader in the bathtub after a stressful day.

Author’s note: This had been in my drafts for a while and today i just felt like finally finishing it so yay for me! I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days ❤️

Warnings: Smut.

She became aware of her tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth as she removed her makeup late one Friday evening. Just a tiny hint of the day’s toll on her. She was so tired and glad the day was over and all she wanted was a warm bath.

She began prepping her bathtub and once the water was at just the perfect temperature she stepped in and let the warm water submerge her. As she laid there in her tiny paradise, memories of the day behind her flooded her mind.

It had been a difficult day, an annoying one. A day in which nothing had gone according to plan. Since Tommy got complaints of some nuns beating children at one of the orphanages he funded, Y/n volunteered to go and make sure things changed. After having sacked some nuns who wouldn’t depart with their old ways, Y/n was left with a staff of about ten nuns who gave her the side eye. Then she had to sit through and excruciating breakfast with a pompous aristocrat, who very subtly but constantly threw nasty innuendos at her relationship with Thomas Shelby. Y/n sat there with a polite smile tolerating all his bullshit just so he could sign the check he had promised to the Grace Shelby Institute.

A soft knock brought her back to her bathtub.

Her husband entered the misty bathroom and began getting rid of his clothes. Her eyes following his every move.

“Mind if I join you? “He asked as he tossed away his shirt.

Y/n shook her head no with a smile and moved away from the edge of the tub as he discarded his trousers and underwear before finally stepping into the bathtub behind her.

“Bad day?” He asked

“Those fucking nuns make me want to commit murder” Y/n sighed closing her eyes leaning back on Tommy’s warm chest as his arms snaked around her waist and stopped right under her breasts clasping his hands together.

Tommy rested his head on her wet shoulder. She felt his breathing tickle on her clavicles and felt the tension starting to evaporate from her body.

“Im so glad you’re here now” she said softly

Tommy hummed and pressed a kiss to her shoulder “I’m glad I’m here now” a kiss to her neck. His hands started traveling down her slippery skin to her hips, one stayed there and the other one traveled to her inner thigh teasing her with soft caresses. It wasn’t hard to figure where his mind was at.

She sighed in bliss when Tommy’s fingers finally wandered to where she wanted them the most, sending shivers along her legs. He planted another kiss to her neck and sucked softly on her skin. A tiny mark ,testament of his love appeared there a few moments later.

She pressed herself closer to his body, almost wanting to completely sink into him as his experienced fingers began toying with her clit just the way she liked it. How she could get lost with his fingers. She felt his hard member pressing against her lower back making her insides squirm in expectation.

“Tommy...” she sighed, relishing at the feeling of his skin on hers.

“I bet you were thinking about this all day long, haven’t you?” He whispered dangerously low to her ear. “Have been thinking of me?”

“Yes” she admitted wantonly.

“You are so wet, love” he whispered as his index finger traveled through her folds. Her wetness evident despite the water surrounding them.

“Fuck me, please”She pleaded in a heartbeat with a lewd sigh.

“Come then” he complied.

In a swift movement she turned around and hovered over Tommy’s waist teasingly rubbing herself against his length. She enjoyed the feeling of anticipation and her desire increased a 100 times more. Tommy looked at her with an intensity like no other, a hint of tenderness hidden behind the desire in his blue eyes as she teased him.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Tommy guided her down his cock by the waist and they both drew wanton breaths as he filled her. It was just what she needed. He gave her a few moments to adjust to his size before his hands prompted her to move.

Eager to comply, She began bouncing on his cock and moaned loudly as Tommy’s mouth found her right breast. His tongue teasing her nipple before softly dragging his teeth against it.

Her fingers pulled at his hair and his grip on her waist became harsher. His mouth moved up to her neck before claiming her lips possessively his tongue wandering into her mouth making Y/n speed up her pace.

The water of the tub began spilling out into the tiles at their passionate movements as their needy moans mingled with the mist in the room creating a lust filled atmosphere

Her grip went from Tommy’s hair to his shoulders giving her more support as her movements turned harsher. She felt her nails digging into his skin and looked at his face questioning if it was too much but all she could read from his it was that he didn’t want her to stop.

She felt her stress completely fade away as her climax approached at a steady pace and she could tell Tommy’s was just as close from the look on his face. Their breathings, pleas and praises became more urgent and shallow and after a few more thrusts the inevitable arrived. Something like electricity shot through her body and she rode her orgasm, Tommy’s eyes never leaving her contorting expression.He came inside her a few seconds later .

She fell limp against his chest and his arms automatically wrapped around her keeping her close as their breathings steadied some.

A sudden wave of emotion hit y/n as she laid there against her husband. She wouldn’t know what to name it, but it was there, weighing down on her chest. Maybe it was just the day behind her or maybe it was just plain Old existential dread.

Whatever it was, it prompted her to pull away and cup his face so his eyes were on her. She wanted to keep feeling him, all of him.

“What?” Tommy asked as he looked into her tumultuous eyes.

She bit her lip “Tell me you love me”

She didn’t know what made her request this love declaration, but she knew she needed to hear it as much as she needed to breathe.

His mouth curved into a tender smirk at her request.

“I love you” he spoke honestly before leaning close to her and pressing his lips against hers. Y/n melted into his lips and sank into his warmth ready to put the day behind her.

@writeroutoftime @captivatedbycillianmurphy @nyotamalfoy @peakyxtommy

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suk4ijo · 3 years

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forever

pairing: choi bomin (uke) x gender neutral reader (seme) genre: slight smut requested by: anon notes: thank you for requesting! this is very rushed and short so i apologise, i made it gn reader cause i didn't really mention any gender + im sorry for postponing it too much lol, im terrible with smut but i hope you enjoy <3

"h-hey-" bomin was laying on the bed, his shirt pushed half way up - making just enough for you to mark his body entirely yours, just enough to completely ruin his innocence. "wait.." he mumbled as you kissed his neck, moving towards his sensitive buds. you gave the soft peach coloured nipple a lick, sending all kinds of shivers down the youngers' spine. "ugh.." he moaned, grinding into you. "needy much?" you smirked, pulling away from his chest, and pecking his lips - while all he could do was hold onto your shoulders groaning for more. you licked his ear, and went back to his neck, kissing all those un touched places passionately. "ngh, y/n.." he mumbled, sweat glistening his forehead. you caressed his waist, holding him ever so slightly and caringly, almost mis leading that you weren't doing something of utmost lust. bomin wrapped his leg around your abdomen, his arms barely holding him around you.

"do you want to go all the way?" you asked tugging over bomin's oversized sweater. "what kind of question is that?" he replied, closing his eyes resting his head over your shoulder. "so yes?" you continued, finally discarding his last bit of clothing over his upper body. "no, why? totally not gonna be under a hot person half naked not wanting to be fucked." you just chuckled, as you drafted your own shirt and whispered close to his ears; "good job, baby."

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

┈ ✁✃✁✃✁✃✁✃✁ ┈

todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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