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theoccultz · 6 months

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🥀How do you arouse one's curiousity?

In short what makes you intriguing? ((Short pac))

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l. ll. III.

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Pile l.

The emperor ,knight of wands x , death , pigeon

There's this authority to you that people cant shake off they feel like you're someone who's in a good position that you have made a name for yourself, others may see you having fun in different settings and its really surprising to them you may have a strong resting face or you're someone who's just there to get things done , people dont see you smile usually they feel like you dont like to waste your time onto stupid gossips and stuff .

People love how hard-working and dedicated you are , Its not hard for someone to have a crush on you , you are like a mystery, a dream fantasy which others want to have a piece of . Its really a fun energy . I feel in reality you are someone who's not afraid to be vulnerable, you give your all to others , you're not someone who just takes from others . You're helpful, kind and just what a person needs in a good companion.

Pile ll .

3 of wands , the fool , king of swords x , camel

Right of the bait , you guys exlude sexual energy , you have a desirable appeal , you have this energy of come correct or dont come at all , its like you have high standards you dont back down from things easily , you are not someone who overindulges in things you are someone who's changing at every point of life , people feel like you are made for success they feel like you'll succeed in life because you're doing whats necessary taking actions for your goals being out and about its really inspiring .

Others could also see that you stay in your head a lot , you're not necessarily very open about thibgs like others want to see more of you on things , they feel like you have potential,resources and power and you just need to use it correctly i feel like your energy and your drive about things could overwhelm you easily . People feel like you might need reassurance although you're very much about self and the next good things .i feel like people tend to rely on you or expect a lot from you , you look someone who's a provider, someone who can make things and lead others in the right direction,you could be an artist or a writer someone who's connected to their creative endeavours.

Pile lll.

The tower x , the high priest x , ace of cups , oyster.

Okay you guys this is so sweet , others find you intriguing because they feel like you have a lot of compassion and gifts that you can share with the world , they dont want to lose a person like you who's just so compassionate and loving you bring out the good in others the things they wanted to hear but never did , you could be someone who's an old soul a gentle spirit, others feel protective over you although you are someone who's very very strong you have been through stuff that others would've never been out of and its admirable.

People could see you worried and anxious most of the times and they feel like its not needed others can feel you're very deep and confident about their things you know your abilities and skills and you're the right person to decode signs for others. Yeah i feel like out of other piles you have a really powerful demeanor, you leave a lasting impression on people. People can see you leaving hurt and sadness behind and its really beautiful it takes a lot of strength to reach where you are now also i feel like you shine through no one can dim your light you really have an striking appearance it makes others look twice 🥹✨

lV .

The magician, 8 of wands ,2 of coins , stringray

Okay you guys are good at leaving stupid people behind , you dont dim your light because it took you long to get comfortable with it , you come off as sharp and authentic to people, there might be some negative assumptions or gossips that keeps surrounding you its cause the people are below you thats why they're doing it out of jealousy its like people wants to see you down or embarrassed on purpose. But it doesn't happen you see , you are not wrong gor choosing yourself , others may see you as selfish or impatient but its you who have finally learned to put yourself out there and change for the best . people find you really young or young at heart? But you're quite tough and you know witty nothing can get to you .

They keep wishing for the worst and you keep getting the best , i feel like yoir solar plexus is healed there's so much of good energy here on the table, people feel like you're reliable, honest and wouldn't do low energy shit like using others or deemning others . People also find you intriguing because you come off as financially stable or you could be very responsible and strong and it reflects in your decisions . They feel like you're your best self when you're being you , talking chatting interacting writing people would eat up whatever you say or do . I knrw this was my i'm almost there pile .

Pile V .

The moon x , king of cups , knight of cups x , king of swords x ,owl

You guys have a lot of admirers you should know , this pile have this energy of inspire and grow people want to be like you but you may not blend in with a lot of people, you're not someone who keep to yourself but you have a good sense of boundaries, i also feel like you have a good sense of humour,its delighting, people find you really peaceful yet Passionate ofc you have that fire but you carefully re-evaluate things and think things through, you have an analytical brain , you guys are compatible with a lot of people, others feel that chemistry with you . Others may not feel like you would know this much for whatever reasons it's surprising to find out infact you do know quite a things we dont know of or hobbies ,interests or issues that people wouldn't share their thoughts on because they're scared to say the wrong things or the truth itself, but you're quite bold and precise in saying what you have to say its impressive lol i could feel some reactions coming like did they really said that ?... Can we stop pretending that it wasn't fire ...

I also find you could have a lot of people with every kind of energy trying to get into your space , i also feel people can try to find dirt on you but its almost impossible to find something that makes sense and its not made up .i feel like you guys have this unattainable energy as well , you guys could be intelligent with your words yeah you could start a podcast or make a list of how to be that person , how to do this that ...and people would willingly listen because its helpful and its relatable and it contains the correct data . Or maybe you're really good at reserch , reading people you could be emotionally intelligent or you could be a lightworker yourself although i can see you're quite balanced in your material and physical world, you will not blindly follow things you'll question it , you could have strong 8th and 12th house placements that makes you find deeper values in things and lead you to the core , you learn from others , you don't have a fragile ego and you're not dismissive and you should recognise that pile 5,also you're intuiation is on point (:

Pile Vl.

2 of cups , 5of cups x, the strength x4 of pentacles. Scorpion , the bat.

Lmao ☠️ pile 6 ?

Okay you guys buckle up

So i feel like you're really handsome/pretty you naturally draw people in , others want to get to know you , they wanna hang out , they wanna fight they just wanna do something with you , i feel like you're a polite person but people you attract are mostly passionate and dedicated , they might get over protective of you i feel like a lot of people may realise that they exhibit behaviours that they never knew they had like aggression , jealousy etc , let me just say this a lot of people are tempted by you , mostly because you feel like the ideal person , people act up in your presence. You could be bisexual or you give off this free energy .

I feel like you guys give others a hard time you aren't really invested in others as they are towards you and its frustrating cause i feel like they do try hard and its not your fault you reject it unconsciously. Others feel you have a lot of options. I feel like others started to recognise your value as you started doing it yourself you may not have had good experiences growing up its like the attention you didn't get from your care givers ,your past friends ,now you get from others and you might feel overwhelm at times too you must have heard this too ...you have outgrown people who weren't meant to stay with you and i applaud you for that . For some reason i also see people could feel like you have multiple layers what you project is not how you always are like you could be really nice but you dont wanna hang out and they get salty ,you're not a people pleaser you are your own individual who makes decisions for themselve , people feel like you do the needed and leave but they dont want that like its the energy of people wanting you around I wont be surprised if you guys easily sway others attention .overall people find you intriguing because there's more to you than meets the eye its exciting yet idiotic to feel that way , you're familiar yet unfamiliar . I'd say you guys are seductive, there's a lot of emphasize on body parts there's a lot of sexual energy coming from others but i wouldn't go deep into it , others do masturbate to you ..your suspicions are correct . Ok i'll just say this muchh .

If someone is making you feel ashamed for owning your sexual nature than pls ignore and keep exploring, its your choice .

Thanks for reading!!

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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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Love Languages*GoT Boys

Included: Robb, Jon, Theon, Bran, Tormund, Podrick, Obryen

How they like to give and receive love

Word count: 553

Warnings: None

Masterlist here

Robb: his way of showing love is defiantly acts of service and words of affirmation. He will never stop telling you how much you mean to him and will ride into battle or search the castle for the last piece of cake for you. however, he loves to receive physical touch and words of affirmation back. Holding him in any capacity melts him. holding hands, linking arms, hugs, cuddles, head scratches. They all turn him into a puppy dog.

Jon: his main way of showing is acts of service. Jon can be very insecure at times which holds him back from expressing his love with words and touch at times since he fears rejection. However, these are also the ways he desperately craves love. Specifically, words of affirmation. Anything from small compliments about his sword work or how much you appreciate what he does for you fills his heart with joy.

Theon: physical touch is how he shows love. Whether it be hand holding or wrapping his arm around your waist he always wants to be in constant contact with you. however, I think this boy would melt if you gave him a gift. Whether that be a flower you picked or even a loaf of bread you made for him he would be so happy you thought of him.

Bran: he shows his love through gifts. It ranges from small things like an especially smooth stone he spotted on a walk or a button or broach he’d think would go with your cloak. sometimes he will also steal books from the library he knows you will enjoy. His favourite way to receive it though is quality time. you don’t have to say anything just be there, with him, side by side. He likes when you curl up in bed with him and just read to him, shutting out the rest of the world.

Tormund: he defiantly shows it through words. He is a massive flirt and will constantly tell you how much he adores you and how the way you speak mesmerises him. he also brags about you all the time. his favourite back however is physical touch. Its partly because when you wrap your arm around his or lean into his side everyone can see that you’re his, but he also enjoys sitting in front of you at night as you comb through his hair.

Podrick: he gives love through acts of service. He will run around the castle all day tyring to lighten your workload and dotes on you constantly. His favourite back however is words of affirmation. He loves to be told how much you appreciate him and how good he is. it might make him blush like crazy, but he loves to hear it.

Obreyn: he is the master of love languages. He will tell you constantly how much he loves you and is constantly touching you. he will go to the ends of the earth for you and is constantly giving you little trinkets. However, he absolutely melts when you give him quality time. your undivided dedicated attention is something he craves. He will lay with his head on your lap all day talking about anything and everything if you let him.

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been-taking-muay-thai-classes · 3 months

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A Day for Silly Love Songs

I have no idea what posessed me to write this at 2AM, I blame the Wings and youtube for recommending me love songs. Anyways enjoy this valentine's day Jamil x gn!reader I made in a rush. As always, if you notice any mistakes no you didn't

The Prefect always thought Valentine’s Day was just a commercial thing back home, a holiday made to sell specials, food and perfumes at a “discounted” price. They were more of the idea that love, be it for friends or family or lovers, should be expressed all year instead of just this one particular day.

Still they couldn’t help but miss the gaudy decorations of red, pink and white that often took over the world during this time of year, the silly love songs that people loved to dedicate each other and the loving messages friends left in the chats.

The Prefect also knew Valentine’s Day wasn’t a thing in Twisted Wonderland. It became obvious when February came and no heart-shaped decorations nor red, pink and white ornaments filled the campus nor the internet pages Cater and Idia were so keen on showing them.

No trends related to love or friendship, no complaining about loneliness or happy couples, nothing to show liking or disliking this particular date.

So, naturally, they didn’t take it personally when the freshmen received their gifts on the 14th wondering why the sudden affection. The Prefect didn’t explain, simply giving a 'I just felt like giving you all a little something for being such good friends'. After all, the whole history behind Valentine’s was complex and frankly quite separated from how it was celebrated in modern times and they didn't have the time nor the energy to explain why such a holiday was of any importance. All they cared about was giving their friends a little token of their appreciation.

Some of the upperclassmen also were confused. Ruggie and the Octavinelle trio in particular seemed intrigued but cautious about needing to return the favor. But they all smiled upon learning the gifts were just that, gifts. Ruggie in particular was very happy about receiving free food, no matter how small the bag of cookies was.

Malleus meanwhile was ecstatic to get a present from his friend. The wooden charm, painted a beautiful purple, was elegant in its simplicity and the fae was more than glad to attach the little charm on his magical pen.

So on and so forth, the Prefect gave everybody a little trinket to show them their love. Even the more reclusive Idia got a little something.

However, there was one person who was yet to receive anything from the Prefect. And he had surely noticed by now.

Jamil Viper was stretching along with the rest of the basketball club, preparing for the training ahead, but he was having a hard time focusing with Ace and Floyd talking nearby.

‘Heee so Shrimpy gave you candy too? No fair! I thought my gift was special!’

‘Hey don’t look at me like that! You’re seriously freaking me out-’ Ace was interrupted by Floyd suddenly standing up and approaching him with a menacing aura, to which he responded with darting out of his reach and into the court. Floyd chased him, laughing all the way, and soon the rest of the club was shouting at them both to encourage the race, hoping to either see Ace outrun Floyd or be caught by him.

Jamil was honestly done. He could feel a headache forming from the stress as well as he could feel the frustration of hearing around campus how everybody was getting a gift from the Prefect. That’s it, everybody but him.

Was it something he said? He knows he’s been busy lately what with helping the Scarabia students get back to studying and settling back in the dorm after the holidays, and also the whole ‘Crewel wants to make sure you all have the basics down pat, so we’ll be having weekly tests until March’ but he didn’t think he’d been neglecting you so much. He still went over to the cafeteria on a semi-regular basis to give you the “leftovers” -food he totally cooked specifically for you to enjoy- he had. He still made some time on his schedule to teach you and Grim a little bit of History or Alchemy or Ancient Curses because he knew how much you struggled with it. Merciful Sands, he even made his best effort to walk a certain route, different from his original one, to and from class everyday just so he could make sure to say hi to you every day.

As Floyd, Ace and some of the other guys started playing something completely unrelated to basketball, Jamil decided he had better things to do than stay here and do nothing. So he promptly grabbed his things and left without a word.

He walked fast and tense, with a determination and purpose that made most students move out of the way immediately. He reached the Scarabia kitchen in record time, and put on his apron to begin gathering ingredients.

Oh so you want to give people food? But not him? The rational part of his brain told him the Prefect had either forgotten or given his gift to Kalim to pass it later, but the emotional side wanted to remind the Prefect of their bond. He was the guy they kept messaging in the middle of the night with the pretext of not being able to sleep. He was the guy they kept calling first thing in the morning to make sure he’d slept well and have a nice breakfast before class. He was the guy who returned all that affection tenfold with little details that he both hope you would and wouldn’t notice because he loves you but he has so much trouble admitting his feelings.

So now, he’s preparing you a dessert. He knows it's your favorite, and while he would have liked to make this with more time over the weekend, make it really tasty and beautiful and surprise you with it on Ramshackle, maybe even have a date while you shared the food right now he needed to remind you just how much better he was than the rest of the students at this school, and how well he understood you.

Kalim was just getting back from his own club activities when Jamil was preparing to leave. ‘Ohhh what’s that? It smells soooo good!’ The shine on his eyes denoted how eager he was to try the dessert, but Jamil had no time to lose, he was on a mission ‘I have to hand this to someone, but there’s some leftovers from lunch if you get hungry’ and just like that he was gone. Kalim didn’t even have time to ask who it was for or where exactly the leftovers were.

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The Prefect sat in the Ramshackle living room, staring at the one gift they had been unable to give. Grim had fallen asleep from a food-induced coma, so he couldn’t bear witness to the defeat and shame on the Prefect’s face.

‘Ugh why can’t I do something so simple? It’s just a box of chocolates, why do I have to make such a huge deal out of it? I already gave everyone else things, and nobody thought anything weird’ sighing, the Prefect dropped their weight back onto the couch and laid there for a few seconds, thinking.

The heart shaped box, which they had to make by hand as Twisted Wonderland didn’t have such decorations, looked surprisingly good despite being carried dragged around campus all day. In fact, the Prefect was pretty certain that if they looked inside, the assorted chocolates of the various flavors they could remember from back home would also be intact. So why was the box still here instead of with its intended owner?

As much as the Prefect hated to admit it, it was because they knew this gift was different from the others. All of the others were just little trinkets, with much love and some money put into them but barely the same time, effort and dedication that this one had required. And all because the Prefect had somewhat hoped to find Jamil alone at some point and confess their feelings with this gift. But as they walked around campus, the nerves and fear of rejection got the better of them.

After all, Jamil often joked about how troublesome the students here were, or how he was always worrying about his juniors and doing things to help them out (even if it they hadn’t asked for help), or how stressed he was lately with all the tutoring lessons or helping students recover their usual sleep schedules. The Prefect could tell it was all getting to him, to the point his replies to their usual texting and calling had shortened to a few one or two-word answers.

No, right now wasn’t the right time to confess. Jamil had enough on his plate, the last thing he needed was to consider someone else’s feelings and stress about rejecting or dating someone. And the Prefect certainly didn’t want to think too hard about the possibility of rejection and what that would mean for their friendship.

‘Welp, guess I better get rid of this. Not like I’m gonna use it anymore’ as they stood up and gave themselves a single, determined clap, the doorbell rang.

‘Hm? Who could it be at this hour?’ looking around the room, the only things here were theirs and Grim’s ‘Odd, I don’t think the guys forgot anything’

The Prefect approached the door, thinking that perhaps Malleus had dropped by to go sightsee some gargoyles. Instead, as they opened the door, they were greeted by the man of the hour. Jamil Viper, whose panting, flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance, revealed he may have been running here.

‘Jamil? What’s going on?’ The Prefect made to grab him by the shoulder but he stopped them with a raised finger. He took a few deep breaths, and when he was confident in his ability to speak, replied ‘I don’t know what I did to be ignored out of everybody today, but I brought you something to hopefully fix it’

Just then, as Jamil raised teh bagged food, did they realize he was carrying something. Their eyes widened and their cheeks flushed, but nevertheless they let him in.

‘Um, I don’t know what to say Jamil… um sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to ignore you all day’ Jamil walked in and quietly left the food on the table, careful not to wake Grim. He turned to eye the Prefect, not fully believing their words but too infatuated not to.

‘So then how come everybody got gifts today except for me?’ at his accusatory words, the Prefect flushed even harder, the tip of their ears growing hot with embarrassment. Instead of answering with words, they simply grabbed the heart-shaped box and gave it to him, hoping this would suffice as an answer instead of having to admit so soon to their feelings.

Jamil eyed the box curiously, growing flushed himself upon noticing the…peculiar shape of it. He carefully opened it to see the assortment of colorful and well-crafted chocolates inside, as well as a handwritten list of flavors corresponding to each shape and color on the back of the lid.

‘Uhhh’ all of a sudden, Jamil didn’t know what to say. The speech he had rehearsed on his way over, to try and make the Prefect see how he felt and possibly choose him as a boyfriend, was completely gone from his mind. ‘is this what Floyd was raving about?’

‘No, I- I made these myself, the others gifts were bought’ their voice was wavering between being strong and weak, as if they had to overpower the need to protect their heart with the love they felt for him.

Jamil took the box and began reading some of the flavors with curiosity, and seeing his rising eyebrows, the Prefect added ‘these are from back home, at least the few flavors and shapes I could remember better’ Immediately Jamil smiled, soft and fond. Oh, a piece of your world? Just for him? Was he truly that special to you? He ought to find a way to repay this thoughtful and kind gift tenfold. But first, he needed to make sure of something.

Letting the box on the table, he opened his own gift to you, revealing the delicious dessert he’d made. Although not quite as good as a professional chef’s would be, he was sure it would taste amazing. And so were you, from the smell of it.

‘I made this for you, because I thought maybe you were upset we- I haven’t been paying- able to spend much time with you’ he coughed a little, trying to regain the strength of his voice and his resolve ‘I figured…well we could eat together and catch up a bit…if…if that’s quite alright with you, Prefect’ and how could they say no? When he whispered their name with such softness, such reverence and delicacy, as if saying it any other way would break them, break him.

The moment truly felt like taken out of a cheap rom-com movie, but that only made their own determination stronger. ‘I would love that Jamil…’ they stepped closer, slowly entering his personal space. Timidly, asking for permission and giving time to reject, they closed the gap between them with a small, chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. The moment felt perfect, they took it in for the few seconds it lasted. And then, when Jamil didn’t respond, they stepped back in a panic.

Was it too much? Had they read the signs wrong?

Jamil was frozen, face completely flushed and breath gone. They looked at him with concern and he looked at them with fear. And then confusion. And then realization. And finally embarrassment. Quickly he his his whole face with his hoodie, mumbling something about wanting to be cool on their first kiss.

The Prefect had to laugh, it was an honest reaction not meant to embarrass him further, but it clearly had that effect. So, they had to grab his hands gently, pry them away from his hood strings, slowly peel the hood down and hold his cheeks tenderly. Their eyes denoted all the love, warmth and longing they had for him and Jamil hoped his showed the same.

With one last loving kiss, they sat down holding hands to enjoy their treats together before Grim inevitably woke up from the smell of food.

The Prefect always thought Valentine’s Day was just a commercial thing, but maybe there was a bit of romantic magic to this day after all.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper x reader #twst mc #jamil viper #I have to stop writing at such an ungodly hour #this cannot be good for my health #and I still have so many stories I haven't decided if they're done or need more words #one day I'll finish the first chapter of my long Jamil fic and I will be very proud of myself #but today is not that day #hedgehog originals

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day, A Flying Graysons One-Shot

The following is a sort of one shot that’s just decided to come up to me on this lovely Valentine’s Day which seems appropriate enough. I don’t feel there’s really much a plot present, this is just some family based fluff for funsies sake.

It’s dedicated to my good friends @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @theredheaded-stuff @sbd-laytall @starlightbelle @adalineozie @discowingneckline @celaenaeiln @sillymanwithocs @mothnem and many more.

If you can leave a like, but especially reblogs and replies to this one, it’ll be greatly appreciated. I will address any to all constructive criticism and comments.

With that out of the way, on with the show….

Two pairs of feet, one clad in slippers and the other small one without anything on, very lightly padded on the carpeting of the trailer right outside the main master bedroom. Within said bedroom, was lying the third member of their troop, their little performing, their small family; she was peacefully snoring underneath the blankets draped over her, her two feet, bare with the red nail polished toes pointing upwards, mostly perfectly still, and most peculiarly a cardboard ID tag like one can find in the most morbid of places hanging off her right big toe, poking out of one end while her dark red unbraided hair was uncovered at the other. The two figures outside the room, a father and his 9 year old son, are quite prepared for such a day like this. It’s not every single day when people close to each other, like their small little family, can give each other heart shaped gifts or any other sort with that message that carries within them. The message being of “You are a person that’s always there for my heart and I cherishe you in the unique way we do”.

With Dick Grayson’s hands carefully holding the wooden dinner tray, packed with a plate covered up by the microwave bowl and besides it some utensils, napkins underneath them, and a plastic glass filled to the top with orange juice, he can jump in excitement internally as doing so for reals can risk accidentally spill that carefully prepared breakfast his father John and him have spent the better part of this earlier morning making. John though can see the excitement in his son’s bright blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, which cannot help but make him sport a gentle smile on his face as he tends lightly ruffles his son’s jet black hair, his own, to calm him a bit.

As John carefully peaks inside the bedroom with his sleeping wife, he realizes it’s time to finally carry out this little ritual he had been planning since earlier in the week. The peaceful sight of his beloved Mary ‘dead’ asleep must unfortunately come an end sooner or later. That breakfast isn’t gonna stay warm forever and she can sleep in maybe later afterwards, given it was a day off for everybody at the Circus. As such, with a tiny gesture for Dick to keep quiet until John gives him the all clear, he steps into the bedroom by himself, gently as to not wake Mary up that rudely, at least not with such loud noise.

After making soft footfalls on his slippers to the bed itself, John briefly explores a particular question; how should he wake Mary up? He can try lightly shaking her shoulder, though he can recall the many times he tried, she’d simply roll onto her side and still sleep. Stroking a free hand on her hair is another certain option though not without its own drawback of potentially Mary just further pulling up her blanket to further cover herself and resume her deep sleep. Then there’s the tried and true method of opening the blinds to their bedroom.

No, no. That’ll be rude as John can muse as both Dick and him have went through on some nights. Now that one is off of the table. Which leaves really only one option. An option, John would usually save for more very special occasions including anniversaries and Mary’s birthday. But since given everything that Dick and him had prepared for this very day, might as well go for it, which he does slowly making his way to Mary’s two bare feet poking out of the blankets with that tag around her toe.

As for explaining the mere presence of a tag meant for the recently deceased which can be found in the medical examiner’s offices and mortuaries worldwide being found here in this mere simple trailer bedroom, Mary having her father’s side of her family a majority of cousins, uncles and aunties being a friendly macabre collection of medical examiner, morticians and even the occasional grave digger would do wonders for her own sense of humor. After all, what better proof of someone being ‘Dead Asleep’ than the tags often associated with the most sincerely dead. The fact Mary writes down so many details on her tag from her date of birth, location and ‘cause’ being ‘Tending to a Son Motherly-Induced Exhaustion’ makes John chuckle very lightly underneath his breath. After all, she calls out in her motherly ways Dick and his antics, risks and quirkiness in public yet here she is with a Medical Examiner’s ID tag which came from her modest collection of tags from macabre souvenir shops across the world in a dead sleep. But John ain’t got no time for such playful calling out his beloved’s hypocrisy, he’s got to instead playfully wake her up from her breakfast.

As such, with firm yet gentle grip on the tag in his hand, John very lightly moves it not off her toe but back and forth, making the string on Mary’s toe brush up on the stem and space between it and the index toe. Soon enough, John hears the exact reaction he was hoping for as Mary began to giggle from that light brushing of the string, rather loudly. At least now John has a confirmation for his hypothesis on where Dick got such a sensitivity in his feet from. After slightly going faster and continuing for another five minutes, Mary sits upright, the blanket falling off her beautiful face and laughing up a bit. His work done, John lets the tag go, still attached to the toe while Mary catches her breath.

Once she’s finally relaxed and to her almost immediately surprise, John delivers a loving kiss to her lips, which Mary responds by fully committing to it. The two look into each other’s eyes right after finishing said kiss. Somethings like age and experience changed between them over the years but that one spark, a spark of trust, a spark of respect, a spark of love was present in their eyes and they two cannot help but admire so much, as had the years before.

Finally after a minute, Mary breaks the silence between them “I’ll admit, John, that was probably the best way to wake up to today” she says with an all too bright and gentle smile that can melt the heart of any cold roustabout. John’s heart melted almost instantly with delivering another kiss this time to his wife’s cheek.

“At least that’s something we can agree on”, John agrees with a sort of proudness and joy in his voice. It was then Mary spots a certain brush of black hair hiding behind their bedroom door. The owner of that hair giggles in excitement, his time had come.

With that, Dick lightly kicks the door open, doing a small sideways flip on both sides and finally some backwards walking before finally arriving at the bed next to his parents, tray of food perfectly intact. Such a gesture earns a hearty laugh from John align with a hair ruffle and from Mary a big side hug.

“Hey, gotta bring some flare and style into getting you from breakfast, Mom” Dick says as he puts the tray down on Mary’s laps with an absolute confident and probably to an extent a show off ish tone to him. But at least he has some right in being a show off. Finally though, that tray on her and the microwave anti-splatter bowl covering her meal, Mary takes her chance to lift said bowl off.

Even though it seems way too early for it, Mary cannot help but get slightly watery in her eyes for what was in the plate; a stack of three blueberry hotcakes, covered with maple syrup and blue cake frosting, said frosting spelling out ‘Happy Valentine’s Day! From John and Dick’ then to the sides of them, a clump of appetizing potato hashbrowns and finally a modest serving of Vanilla Greek Yogurt. Clearly, their little early waking up this beautiful morning had proved being what exactly she can enjoy. It’s a surprise sure but a pleasant one.

A sentiment she shares as while careful not to spill her food, Mary reaches over to give her two boys the biggest hug and kisses to them imaginable. A big hug the two in turn give back to her without any words needed. John and Dick look at each other with bright smiles and big wink of their eyes.

Mission accomplished. Now, time to actually eat the food since for the kitchen itself…..let’s just say they both know what Mary would have them being cleaning up for most of their day off.

#dick grayson #mary grayson #john grayson #flying graysons #valentine's day #my posts #fanfic #sfw

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ivesambrose · 2 years

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Pick a picture 🪐 ⋄ 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 ⋄

1. 2. 3.

What is a saturn return?

your Saturn Return is an astrological event that occurs every 27 to 29 and a half years. It marks the moment where Saturn returns to the exact point it was when you were born.

What does it signify?

Simply put, its a time where you actually enter adulthood. But it also signifies significant endings as well as beginnings. However, It is certainly not something you should be fearful of.

Pick an image you feel the most called towards 🖤

To book a personal reading or this particular reading with me DM or email me at [email protected] with your name and query.

Tips are appreciated ❤️

Picture 1

Themes :

Knowing when to slow down.

Connecting more with your spiritual side / higher self.

Actively seeking out solitude

Emotional maturity.

Realizing that you do not need an idol to look up to.

Reparenting yourself with more tenderness this time.

Seeking out your gifts and embracing your inner child.

Lessons :

Lessons related to the persona you put on for the world. Have you been putting on a mask for too long that you're forgetting who you are underneath?

A complete change in the way you perceive yourself and your circumstances. Change of thoughts.

Finally seeing something for what it really is. Grieving, healing and moving forward.

Realizing that sorrow cannot keep you stuck in one place or mindset forever.

Realizing where you were wrong.

An Ending : Possibly of a relationship or a connection you deemed to be absolute. A change of heart, realizing you seek different things or simply better things. Could also be an ending of how you have viewed romantic or platonic relationships and likely just settled for what you've gotten or to some have sought out people that just simply weren't the best for you.

A beginning : To freedom, to new adventures, to new places, to new connections and networks, to new insights and a triumph over something likely related to your finances or career.

A gift : An end to poverty / scarcity as well as an end to loneliness. No more feeling 'empty'.

Picture 2

Themes :

Learning to be alone and finding power within.

Trusting your intuition.

Recognition and humility.

Rising above a circumstance.

Embracing change.

Restructuring.

Lessons :

Lessons in regards to boundaries. Learning when you're being taken for granted.

Generosity and charity.

Paying attention to detail. Patience when it comes to crafting something long term.

Learning the significance of recovery.

A lot of your lessons will be related to health and your financial boundaries between yourself or you and others. Avoid taking debts or think throughly before you do.

An Ending : Possibly of a strife or a fear you've had. What I'm sensing is that there is something you feel pulled towards or have wanted to do or a place you've wanted to go to but you keep being told things like, "no, there's too much competition." "you won't be accepted." "yeah but there are others so..." or someone who constantly talks down to you. Overcoming that by realizing that these little takes don't matter. That you should do it anyway.

A beginning : To an era where you're more laid back, paying attention to and priotrizing your well being instead of saying "yes!" to everything ever and running out of your social as well as personal battery in the process. I also see a relaxed approach in regards to your career or something you're studying. You feel more assured that your dedicated efforts are paying off or will pay off.

A gift : A blooming of a lovely new romance. It's new yes, but feels very familiar.

Picture 3

Themes :

A certain completion. It's time for a completely new journal not turning a page.

Coming out of your shell.

Seeking out your calling in life.

Liberation and awakening.

Finding the key.

Moving away.

Lessons :

Realizing you have been tip toeing or walking over egg shells throughout your life. Being reluctant of every step you have taken but you can no longer continue doing so.

Exploring. Finding love. In places, connections, hobbies and yourself. You've either held yourself back, been held back or simply didn't feel it in your gut before but things will change, almost rapidly.

A lot of lessons in self love, but the lessons are gentle ones. You might find yourself crying, embracing yourself for not being gentle with yourself before. Then you'll stand up and fully realize your true beauty and worth.

An Ending : To an unhealthy attachment, fear, habit or all three.

A beginning : To becoming more fearless, more exclusive and embracing / accepting what you have been praying for or asking for, for so long. Realizing that in order to receive more, you need to be open to it instead of running away. Things might be falling apart but you'll be happy that they are.

A gift : Of not fearing vulnerability and realizing you're not your intrusive thoughts. Some of you might get proper help for their mental health and heal from deep seated traumas as well. I also see a mending of a connection with a female friend or your mother.

#pick an image #tarot community #pick a photo #pick a card reading #Pick a card #Saturn returns #Saturn returns pick a card #PAC #divination community #free readings #Tarot community

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abruisedmuse · 2 months

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*disclosure: I did get permission from Sillycranes to post a ss of their tiktok and the curated messge for reports on etsy.

Okay, so for those of you unaware, people have been selling commissioned bindings of fanfic, binded copies of fanfic and pdfs of fanfic on all various platforms (etsy, mercari, Amazon, Google books, eBay, tiktok, insta). This is illegal and downright disgusting especially when authors have specifically stated they do not give permission. People are changing $140 us dollars and up for fics that us writers published for free. We use our personal free time. Dedicate endless hours of writing and research to create fics for free. Without profit in mind because we love our fandoms and our ships we want more stories with the characters we love.

These individuals are putting all of this at risk, over the past couple years fanfic has grown in popularity. Which should be a good thing it's unfortunately not because people just dive into without any thought and think it's okay to use however because its on the internet. That's simply not true. Per the Copyright Act it is illegal to sell fanfic.

You can bind it, with permission for your own personal collection, you can also gift binds but you cannot sell it. There are so many talented book binders on both tiktok and Instagram who will teach you.

At the present moment, the only fics/fandoms I'm seeing selling minded fics are from the Dramione/hp fandoms, and the acomaf Rhys Pov fanfic. Even if you're not in those fandoms or ship those ships please report these accounts and listings. If you see any fanfic being sold, please report.

Yes, in fandoms we argue over ships, characters, plots, whatever. We also hold fanfic very close to us. We all know how much appreciation we have for fanfic and I hope we can put things like ship wars aside and stop these assholes from potentially ruining this for us.

Below is a SS of tiktok account sillycranes. The third image is a list of accounts that still need to be taken down. If you could please report them.

If you don't know what to say when reporting Sillycranes had another tiktok with a message. Feel free to copy and paste the below passage:

I am writing to bring to your attention that this seller is selling fanfiction which is illegal under the U.S. Copyright law, specifically the Copyright Act of 1976. Fanfiction is considered a derivative work, and as such, it infringes on the original work's copyright. Additionally, the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA) and the Lanham Act also prohibit the sale of fanfiction.

*prior to this post, it looks like Novabindery has been shut down. The other two remain. There's also these Etsy stores that needs to be shut down.

WalpurgisKnight

Booksbroughthome

Dawntreaderbinds

Digitalhavenlibrary

Illyriantremors (to my acknowledgment this isn't the illyriantremors it's some using their name to sell their fics)

#dramione #feysand #draco malfoy #hermione granger #feyre archeron #Rhysand #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom

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satubby · 10 months

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Hello! How are you? I love your account you earned one more followers! I wanted to make a request if it is not too much to ask. Can you be sfw and nsfw headcanons (in a romantic relationship) with Makima in the male version of her? please! I really would like you to attend to my request and I hope you have a good day.

[Note: Am I dreaming? Why if that's the case... don't wake me up, AHHHH!!!! ♡♡♡ Thanks for asking, I rarely (ever) get this and I'm grateful. I hope you like what I wrote because I was lazy to finish the drawing that I had originally planned. I leave you a chibi that I did in the genshin impact style LMAO]

Well it depends on where you are in your relationship. Unlike Makima, Makime is more openly seductive and is not afraid to use his charm, he is very self-centered about it.

Since I'm based on my fanfic, Makime is your boss in the fourth section of public security and you usually see him but try to stay out of it while hanging out with the boys.

Since you asked for headcanons, I'll go two ways, first I'll do the SFW and then the NSFW because I want to dedicate more time to that one since I suck writing intimate acts.

Tokens of appreciation:

Makime would show her appreciation in a peculiar and somewhat twisted way at worst. He could offer eloquent compliments and sweet flattery, but always with a hidden agenda. His words may be framed in lies and manipulations, it is likely that he seeks to obtain something in return, for example... Your entire disposition and love for him.

If you are at the beginning of the relationship, he would seek to attract you with simple gifts that you would not expect from him, for example: Roses, money or bonuses from your salary. Well, he knows you don't trust him.

If you are already more confident, he could show his appreciation through such simple acts as leaving you with less workload or pairing you up with him so you don't endanger yourself on more important missions [Which is more of an excuse to keep an eye on you and silently study you in case that he still did not declare his love openly]. He would be constantly watching over you, making sure you were safe and removing any perceived threats [Whether he was actually dangerous to you or just out of jealousy].

Makime might offer quirky and unique gifts that reflect her knowledge of your likes and interests. However, these gifts could be more manipulative than genuine intent. Sometimes just looking for a reaction from you, whether positive or not, he just wants you to pay attention.

You are really confused by their actions, sometimes you feel compelled to accept their gifts, good or bad.

Romance type:

The romance with Makime would be an emotional roller coaster. Spending time with him could be exciting and exciting, but also dangerous and exhausting. His cunning and manipulative personality would create an intense dynamic, full of mind games at the worst. Well, since I'm basing myself on the events of my Fanfic: A peach between apples, you constantly doubt the intentions of the red-haired demon since you know its nature from its original version, Makima.

Makime would seek to maintain absolute control in the relationship, although he would secretly like to have sweet moments without forcing you to participate in them, but it will only happen when he is sure that you will not let him. He can be possessive and jealous, showing his darker side if he feels you are slipping out of his control or if you have been a brat to him.

The romance with Makime, as I said, is quite nuanced and since he doesn't know the feeling of human-style love, he grew up in isolation [I guess?] He could make you feel uncomfortable without meaning to but he's still a son of a bitch, so he doesn't care about your reactions a lot, he just wants to see you nervous and/or any other emotion, you're interesting.

He would always be hiding parts of himself and revealing little clues as the relationship progresses or that he already has the certainty that you will not betray him, that you will be his completely. These secrets and gradual revelations could lead to a complicated and ambiguous emotional connection since you don't fully understand their actions.

At times Makime can be cold and insensitive to your feelings, but when he's jealous or vulnerable, he drops his cunning and prideful facade, to be twistedly soft on you. Their gifts in these cases would be more intimate, giving you things that they know you like. In his strange and sadistic way, he gives you someone's heart or kills in front of you, which leaves you quite traumatized because it is not pretty to see someone literally explode or see how their insides turn inside out (that is, the skin and organs come out of the inside ). These cases only occur when he is in a bad mood or wants to punish you.

Types of names and nicknames that Makime uses with you:

Makime's nicknames towards you influence his impressions, at the beginning of meeting you she would call you little employee or lamb, because in his eyes you look like a nervous lamb in front of its predator.

As they are already closer or in a relationship that is not [clearly if] forced, he would call you: Little doll, little rabbit or puppy.

In cases where he is in a bad mood, he usually uses demeaning names like: Pet, my prize, Dumb human or needy bitch [but these last names are more in the NSFW context].

Particularly when he is feeling most intimate and vulnerable, he often calls you my treasure, love (if not very creative) angel or princess.

You walked the streets of Tokyo, checking your makeup and everything. Makime had summoned you for something, with the control demon you never knew what he would do next or even his intentions towards you. You saw makime sitting down having a coffee, you approached him by sitting on it and adjusting the wrinkles in your clothes.

"Makime-san.... Did you need me for something? Normally I don't expect you to invite me to these types of places without it being for celebration or work reasons, your invitation and interest in me really surprises me" You said something nervous but trying to hide your discomfort or worst case scenario, those many doubts that run in your mind about this situation.

Makime looked at his glass of espresso as if it were interesting, only making you more uncomfortable at his non-response. Then he smiled widely and looked at you, what you didn't know is that this was just an excuse to spend time with you. He could practically see you anywhere and yet he preferred moments like these even if they weren't (if they are) forced. But he just wants alone time without those jerks following you around like roaches attached to food.

The redhead comes out of his thoughts about Aki, Powa and Denji turning to you again looking at you with an amused and calm smile while those piercing golden eyes follow your movements from head to toe, scrutinizing you.

"Sure... *Sigh*, you're kind of right, I invited you for a coffee, there's no problem with that... so just relax and don't try to see the devil's horn in everything, okay?" Here a sip of his coffee, while he smiles, that fucking smile that just gets on your nerves, you notice that he gives you an aura of great power when he sits near you, you start to wonder if there is something else he wants.

You don't want to be by his side, you hate even looking at him because you feel constantly violated and exposed, you hate the feeling and the bastard knows it, he enjoys getting nervous like you can't imagine.

"Makime-san, if you only called me for this I see no point in staying..." You were getting hysterical, you wanted to hit him even if it meant getting killed in the process, you still got up bowing and starting to leave. Yeah If you stayed longer, you wouldn't know whether to hit them out of irritation or the simple fact of wasting your time. Damn, you never understood their actions and that frustrates you, it's like a game of egos between tug and pull.

It wasn't until hands bigger than your arm grabbed you tightly, giving you a sharp twist, making you collide with the redhead's chest. Your face pressed against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, although thinking about it more thoroughly you didn't know if it was just the sound he imitated to avoid raising suspicions. The breath on the helix¹ of your ear as you inevitably turned red. Instinctively you wanted to push him but he held you tighter in his arms as he whispered your name loving that blush coming from you.

You see him with a calm look, not knowing that you are telling him what he wants to hear: Those beats in your chest indicating that he was the cause of these... No one else and that puts him in a better mood.

With calm eyes, he looks at your lips and back into your eyes, he comes a little closer to you, caresses your cheek tenderly and looks at you with a more intense look. This only makes the knot in your stomach that has been building up for these few minutes increase and become more tangled like the spaghetti you ate yesterday for dinner.

"I just want to see you by my side. Isn't that enough for you?" He says with a sweet and seductive voice, he smiles a little at you, but his golden eyes look at you intensely with mixed emotions. You know that everything has an intention behind it and you don't want to give in to his whims.... But God!!, how you wanted to keep looking and admit that despite being a son of a bitch and a cunning manipulator, he's damn attractive.

You continued to stare at Makime, trying to figure out his true intentions. You felt a mixture of tension and longing inside of you, fighting against your own contradictory feelings. His closeness and his caresses disturbed you, but at the same time they attracted you in a way that you could not help.

"I don't know if that's enough for me," you replied with a shaky voice, trying to keep your guard up. "There are still many things I don't understand about you, Makime-san. I can't just get carried away by your sweet words and gestures. I don't trust you completely and we barely speak to each other."

He looks at you with a 'kind' smile on his lips and sees that his eyes become duller than usual, you avoid looking at them any longer with an insecure look, he knows you're nervous but you don't let him see everything.

"Trust takes time, you will give it to me sooner or later, you will have no other choice"

His gaze only pierces yours and his eyes remain that hypnotic golden color with those rings in them, hypnotizing you and he begins to caress your thigh with his hand.

Then as if something bewitched both of them, their lips slowly approached and he kisses your lips, nibbles your tongue and lips. Loving every inch of your mouth, your mind at this point is blurry and so you let yourself go.

[Sorry if I don't put the NSFW content yet, but I need to write that part properly and since I have a knot in my head, I need to organize myself with my creative ideas. I hope you liked it and I'm sorry if there are mistakes in the pronouns, my understanding of English is the same as a 3 year old :P]

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strapinandstraponyourstrapons · 11 months

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puppy pack || thiam centric || completed || 5 chapters || 11k words || fluff and humor and a smidge of angst with a happy ending

summary:

Brett hosts a house party for the Puppy Pack. Liam and Theo get their clothes all wet.

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“Whatever happened to all your brain cells, anyway?” Theo continues.

“My dad beat them out of me,” Liam answers without hesitation, several seconds before his brain-to-mouth filter in its current intoxicated state can keep up.

holy shit i finally finished this gargantuan (by my standards anyway) monstrosity. the first chapter is up!! and the rest is coming over the next few weeks.

this fic is pre-relationship because, although there’s a lot of cute thiam scenes (i hope), they are drunk, so i didn’t want to make them do anything too crazy. also this fic is kind of written so you can imagine slotting it in somewhere in a larger, slowest-of-slow-burns, overarching thiam story, so it’s not the right timing in my mind for them to get together just yet. this fic would be like a b-plot to an episode somewhere towards the end of the theoretical 7a that i like to imagine, intercut with scott and the older pack members Doing Plot Things like a bunch of losers.

if you want to know what sort of ride you’re getting into, this fic is mostly fluff and humour, just a happy little snapshot of the puppy pack being stupid kids and having fun. we take a brief dip into angst for chapters 3 & 4 but it has a happy ending and the angstiness doesn’t outweigh the shenaniganness too much imo. i wrote it to feel like some of the drinking experiences i have had as a youth, so hopefully it’s an authentic mix of dumbassery in a good way and dumbassery in an oh-my-god-you-could-have-died way.

this fic is dedicated to

@thiamsxbitch for leaving a lovely comment on “i lost my heart under the bridge” a few weeks ago that got me thinking about writing again, and for encouraging me all throughout, inspiring me with her own writing, validating my choice to post it in chapters even though the poll said no, being a lovely ray of sunshine, and making this fandom a more welcoming place🖤

@pearlspouch for gifting me a work that i decided to link this one to very slightly… it doesn't line up perfectly but at one point i mention liam and mason making a bet about skirts. if you want to know how that goes, you should read “You Look My Way And I Lose My Breath” by issawhatevah on ao3!!! i absolutely adore it, and it’s a brilliant read especially if you’re unsatisfied with thiam not (officially, anyway) getting together at the end of this. thanks again to sina for being an absolute legend🖤

@nuxmediocre for saying she would read this fic if i left it with its draft title (“weredickheads part four: why are you buying clothes at the soup store”). i did end up with a proper title, but i was just glad that someone appreciated my sense of humour, so thanks for that🖤

and to my real life friend and housemate who drank too much on the day i had literally just started planning to write this idea, for giving me first hand experience about dealing with someone who’s so sick from alcohol that you consider calling an ambulance. glad you survived bud, and your sacrifice contributed so much to gay fanfiction🙏

if you subject yourself to reading this, please leave me a comment with your thoughts and i will be eternally grateful🔥🖤🔥 tell me a song or songs that you think the puppy pack would absolutely thrive to (no, we do not care that it’s supposed to be 2014 in the timeline so don’t worry about that)

#teen wolf #thiam #thiam fanfic #theo raeken #liam dunbar #puppy pack #brett talbot #nolan holloway #mason hewitt #corey bryant #hayden romero #gwen teen wolf #alec teen wolf #lori rohr #it's almost 3am sheesh

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frango-maconheiro · 1 year

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Welcome Home

Home x GN ! reader

requested by Anon:

☆ Home x reader Fluff ☆

☆ I appreciate criticism, ideas, and your opinions. ☆

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🦞 You admit that you have a soft spot for Home, and you're pretty sure that it has a soft spot for you, too. You really like that silly house and your friendship with it, so of course you took notice of the language barrier between you and your new friend. Home could understand what you said, but you couldn't understand what Home said. Home didn't really seem to care about that. In fact It was used to not being understood.

🦞 but you're not letting that slide, and as a good and awesome friend, you have decided to dedicate your time to learning Morse code! Why learn Morse code exactly? it's what you observed that Home would use when speaking in onomatapoeias.

🦞 even if you couldn't understand Morse code, you could feel that Home really appreciated your efforts.

🦞 Everyone is having a nice time at the picnic, but not you. you're not at the picnic, but you are having a nice time! because today, you're learning some simple words in Morse code. It's kinda hard for you to remember stuff, but you aren't giving up!

🦞 Home is silently watching you sitting in the grass in front of it. four quick creaks from the door, after a very little pause, two more creaks. a 'hi', "Hello to you too, Home!" You smile and open your notebook to begin with your lessons.

🦞 by the sound of Home's multiple floor creaking and the little expression it makes with its eyes every time you're losing your mind because you keep forgetting how a letter is spelled, it's quite clear that Home is laughing at your failed attempts.

🦞 you feel so embarrassed for having Home to repeat more than ten times the word 'cool' for you to finally get it right without your notebook. but you're not giving up, because you know that when you finally get the gist of it, you and Home can finally talk with each other without you having to guess everything, but the process for that achievement is so hard for your silly self.

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🦞 today the projector you ordered arrived, you brought it especially so that Home would be able to watch movies with everyone, and with the help of your friends, you were able to make a big white wood wall. this night is going to be a blast. You can feel it!

🦞 you guys were watching Barbie and The Diamong Castle, Home chose that movie, and it made the best choice because everyone is absolutely loving the movie, especially Home, who never really had the chance of being included. You really gotta make more movie nights.

🦞 you sit on the grass leaning on Home's bushes, "You seem to be enjoying the movie, buddy. How do you feel about watching another one tomorrow? Would you like that?" Home doesn't take its eyes off the movie but responds to you with floor creaks. long creak, small creak, two long creaks, a pause, another small creak, another pause, and three more small creaks. a yes. "I'm glad! i'll be sure to grab more awesome movies for our movie night."

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🦞 Home likes it when you read because you always read out loud on purpose so Home can listen. You like to read for Home, they're a nice company and always make a silly observation about something you've read, you can lean on its walls, and always get a new book for you two to enjoy.

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🦞 you always find a way of getting new pots of flowers for Home, it likes it, a lot. although Walyy thinks it's a bit too much, there's so many plants around that it's getting hard to find any more space for them all, so you decided to spare poor Wally, and make a little garden around Home, that way Home can always have nice flowers to look at. You want to gift Home something? don't worry, just add a new type of flowers for its garden, and Home will be making happy noises for days.

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🦞 Home can actually move the objects inside of it and loves new decoration, so when you got a whole new kitchen set for it, Home was so excited, it was going side to side happily so hard that Wally jumped from the side windows scared for his life because of the shaking.

☆ what do you guys think? ☆

#welcome home #welcome home home #welcome home x reader

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box-architecture · 3 months

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hEY btw I think that Cult of the Lamb except instead of any of the actual stuff please focus on God!Dream being married and fucked by loyal devoted worshipper Punz who kills in his name and tells Dream how beautiful he is as he makes him cry on his cock

I think that God Dream should be absolutely obliterated carnally

I think that he saves Punz from death and in turn Punz spend eternity loving him

I think Punz, right before he's executed, seeing the axe swing down, is brought before Dream, who takes an interest in him and decides to spare him On A Whim, and in turn Punz must dedicate himself to Dream. Dream expects "dedication" in maybe the form of occasional prayers and thanks, maybe a small altar, and believes Punz will ultimately just be grateful to be alive but not be happy to be tied to Dream.

He Is Very Wrong

Punz is the only person to touch Dream in hundreds of years

After Punz shows off how much of a crush he has on Dream (he is covered in blood and murdering people in his gods name and gifting Dream pink roses and so, so reverent) Dream offers to show his appreciation for Punz's worship in turn.

And Dream very much treats it like he's being High and Mighty to this small mortal who doesn't understand a lot of things, he's giving him such a Gift, allowing him to touch his God

Listen Dream is expecting to hard dom in this scenario, and for a bit he is!!! Because Punz is so, so utterly enthralled, willing to let Dream take whatever he wants, absolutely down for that. He just also really likes those little flashes of vulnerability, likes being able to serve Dream and make him come, likes Dream writhing with pleasure and know that he's brought it

Punz is a monsterfucker and this is not something Dream accounted for in any situation when he really should have. Honestly. Dream tries to keep his appearance Semi-Human when they fuck but he has trouble controlling it when Punz fucks him so well he can't focus

the claws the eyes the horns and teeth the demon wings

Punz is having a good time. Dream is also having a good time, but like, unexpectedly

I'm trying to bring my thoughts together to write coherent smut. I don't know if I'll succeed but so far I got

"Dream milks Punz's cock for a bit, smiling like a lazy cat and asking if it feels good, if his follower is satisfied, has his god attended to him? And Punz tells him how it feels, tells him how good Dream feels,

But he brushes his hands over Dream's human form and asks if he's felt the same, do you feel good, my lord?"

listen to me

please consider that Dream fucks Punz on his cock, doesn't let him come, but gets him right on the edge, then slicks Punz up and straddles him and sinks into him, letting Punz fill him, talks about how gracious he's being as he shimmies and tightens around them until Punz is bucking and coming inside him. Lazy and relaxed and magnanimous, polite, mmms and ahhs as he grinds his hips down, prolonging Punz's orgasms and getting some pleasure for himself

and Punz gets to come a few more times, Dream will allow himself to be filled. It feels nice, its so rare for Dream to indulge and allow for such closeness. Really, he should be thanking his dear worshipper for giving Dream the opportunity to engage in this act. Its so rare that Dream touches someone without violent intent (so rare that someone tries to touch Dream, although he would never frame it that way.)

But he's thanking his worshipper now by allowing him to come again, sweat dripping down his brow and loud moans that sound so pretty falling from his mortal's lips

and Dream this entire time has been feeling low level pleasure, but he's Not Mortal and doesn't Need It so like, while he finds sex enjoyable and fun, he's not particularly prioritizing his own pleasure here. Its that aroaceness thing where "oh sex, nice" but also if its not brought up you forget that it exists and masturbation is a thing people do. thats the best way I can explain it here. Dream is experiencing a rare stimuli that feels nice but not essential. he's not like, being a martyr or anything by focusing on Punz.

But also Punz would very much like to bring pleasure to their God, and Dream not getting off is Not Good Worship You See

obviously Punz needs to ask if Dream feels good, if he's been attended to. And Dream laughs and teases his worshipper for not properly enjoying their gift, and Punz is reverent when they cup Dream's cheek and say its a gift to serve you, my lord

and I think that Dream startles and shifts as Punz grinds his hips up, stops gripping the sheets (because Dream fucked them so hard its all they could do to hold on and ground themselves to sanity) and place their hands on Dream's thighs so they can angle themselves better inside him, and yes, Dream could feel that lovely sweet spot inside him on occasion, it was fascinating how good it felt, but suddenly Punz is hitting it every single time, and Dream can't stop the moan he lets out

Dream feels his form shift, his claws tear into the sheets, but Punz only praises him, breathless, you're gorgeous, beautiful my lord, does it feel good? Am I pleasing you, my lord?

When Dream's voice cracks, it gains something otherworldly, losing his composure, ah ah ahs as he falls forward a little, flushing because Punz is so completely awestruck watching him. Dream whimpering when he feels Punz twitch inside him, brushing against his prostate, biting his lip and unable to scold himself for making such a noise because Punz seems intent on fucking him until he can't think about propriety. Dream moaning louder and louder, hearing my lord but for a moment it sounds like my love

Punz stopping suddenly and Dream feels his sanity untangle a thread, panting heavily while Punz suddenly grabs his hand (still clawed and blackened and inhuman) and presses a kiss to the palm, sits up and kisses his arm, his shoulder, his collar.

you're taking liberties beyond your station. Dream tries to keep his voice even, but its shaky.

I'll never take anything you don't want me to, my lord. Punz murmurs. May I kiss you?

And Dream allows it. Dream lets them, on the condition that its Only Once, Only The One, Don't Be Greedy, and Punz is tender, treating it like the gift it is, and Dream moans into their mouth as they rock into him, starting up again

Punz has already come inside Dream before this, when Dream pushed him over the edge. So he's already been filled, it's dripping down his thighs

And maybe he lifted himself off of Punz's cock before, to show off how Punz had left him a mess. Let some of it leak out of him before dropping himself back down

Or maybe he just kept going, and Punz is now fucking his come back into Dream

#backposting #punzwastaken #I can't remember if I posted this or not so You're Getting It maybe twice hope you dont mind

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Hello!! I really love your fics and wanted to request something, I hope you don't mind!! Could I request Lisa, Shenhe and Eula, with a s/o that struggles to put thier affection into words and is too shy to ask for physical touch, so they end up writing a bunch of love letters/poem and leaving small gifts around? I apologise for any grammer/spelling errors in this or if its hard to read. Thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day <33

Sonnet.

synopsis: you’re too shy to invest in physical touch and struggle with communication, so you show your appreciation with gifts.

character(s): eula, lisa, shenhe.

warning(s): kissing.

note(s): female reader.

⎯⎯mod chewie 🪑

EULA LAWRENCE

I have a feeling she’d struggle with the same thing.

She’d struggle with communication, seeing as she lacked both familial love and the understanding of romantic love growing up.

Eula was never good at handing out compliments, and physical affection was never her favorite.

It’s not that she didn’t like you, nor did she dislike you touching her, she just didn’t like being touched in general. Similar to how a cat only likes being pet at certain times.

When you first established a romantic relationship, the official title of dating dangling over your heads, the pressure felt immense. Especially considering Eula had never invested in someone romantically, and you lacked communication in every aspect.

Your conversations consisted of red faces and on edge twitching.

Not the most ideal! But Eula cherished the moments, even when she’d kick at her bed and get frustrated with herself for saying something sarcastic to you, every night.

The gifts started appearing one by one, each increasing by the week. Sometimes it was a little treat, or a cute trinket.

Or a love note, “Thank you so much for all your hard work, I’m very excited to see you again today. -(Y/N)”

Or both!

Sometimes there’d be little love poems, most were original. Or an excerpt quote from some cheesy romance novel. Eula loved it anyway.

They appeared in Eula’s office, you’d given them to her maids and servants to welcome her home with, and you’d give them to her yourself on dates. Eula showed her appreciation towards these things a lot more abstractly than you had.

One time, you had mentioned that one of your uncles was collecting funny looking spoons. You also had mentioned you were thinking of collecting something like that too, and it was a harmless topic you had come up with. That week, at the end of a date which consisted of binge eating at Good Hunter, she gave you a very elaborate steak knife.

Because you had mentioned wanting to collect some kind of decorating silverware, she decided she’d start your collection off with a custom made kitchen blade! How sweet!

You took it as some sort of threat.

“Is she gonna kill me? Am I getting that annoying?”

Eula quickly reassured you that she had no intentions of hurting you, and that she liked you perfectly fine. All of which with a variety of stutters and a very red face.

She keeps all your love poems and notes in a chronologically organized drawer and reads through them before she goes to sleep.

LISA MINCI

Lisa enjoys physical touch, but she’s very nice about respecting boundaries regarding your preferences with being so close.

When you had first started leaving love notes and gifts, she was very flattered, and returned the favor by brewing your favorite tea and giving you baked goods.

You’d given her quite a few novels which weren’t in her library, and she had her own personal collection of books, an entire shelf dedicated to the novels which you had gifted her. Lisa used the notes you write as bookmarks, but one time it got wrinkled a little and she hasn’t forgiven herself yet.

Her favorite gift to receive from you is flowers, specifically red roses. She’s always so upset to throw out the withered blooms.

She understands your troubles, and also writes small poems for you.

You had made a small notebook worth of nothing but her sweet poems, you cherish it.

One time, you had continued her poem, and then you had made a very long poem which you had both contributed to. You’d like to do that again.

Jean finds your love poems and notes before Lisa does sometimes, and she treats it like an egg hunt. Lisa didn’t get it when Jean came to her with some sort of cryptic rhymes and riddles, all created by Klee.

You didn’t know about it, but you watched Lisa scurry around the headquarters with a wide smile.

Lisa loves brewing sleepy time tea for you, and then sleeping by your side. That brief moment of exhausted relief is her favorite moment she shares with you, almost beating your sweet good morning notes and a fresh brew of coffee.

There was one time where you were in a rush and didn’t have time to do those things for her, and she spent the entire day thinking you were furious with her. Jean and her had a very serious conversation about it, poor Grandmaster.

Overall, 10/10, she loves it.

SHENHE

She thought someone was stalking her at first, so she never opened the gifts out of paranoia. When you had confessed it was your doing the entire time she felt really bad.

Shenhe still kept them, and accepted all of them.

She lacks understanding for poetry, she can still read but isn’t familiar with it enough to understand the metaphors you make when you write her notes. She’ll still pretend she knows about it.

You realized that shopping for her was insanely hard considering she didn’t eat whole meals unless it was some sort of assorted salad of wild herbs, and she disliked most material things. So you were really stuck on how to convey your feelings.

So your next idea was writing anecdotes.

She adored those, most were small cheesy romance stories about kissing and cuddling. Both you and Shenhe avoided such notions due to the mutual lack of communication. You weren’t the best writer, but every now and then she’d come up with some cute idea, or do something adorable and you’d write about it to her.

Shenhe never understood that all of the things you would write in such an idealized manner were ever about her specifically and thought it was just similar characters, and when she found out it was her she couldn’t help but be flattered. She could hardly look you in the eyes without becoming a blubbering mess.

The anecdotes were only a few pages long, and she keeps every single one of them. You have no idea how she keeps all of them with her at all times, but she does.

Out of your few years of officially dating, she’s only purchased you one gift, and it was an earring. One of which to match hers, two halves of one piece.

It was the most heartfelt thing she had ever done for you, and it was enough to keep you by her side for the remainder of eternity.

Shenhe began frequenting libraries and bookstores to familiarize herself better with poetry; she still couldn’t understand cryptic messages inside metaphors. She tried to write you a poem about vanquishing a beast, and it was supposed to be how she was so happy to meet you through all of her harsh times.

You didn’t get that message, and there was no way to tell you without her becoming embarrassed. So she just kissed you until you could understand.

“So, you like killing big animals? Is that what it’s about?”

You weren’t allowed to breathe for a few minutes, her lips were stuck to yours. For some reason she thought just kissing you for an extended amount of time was a good way to convey her feelings.

#mod chewie 🪜#lisa minci x reader #shenhe x reader #eula x reader #lisa x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin lisa x reader #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #eula #lisa minci #shenhe #genshin lisa #genshin #shenhe x you #genshin headcanons #eula x you #eula fluff

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 2 months

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Greetings everyone! It is 4am and you know what that means. Thats right, its time to read ACOMAF :) chapters 41 this time. enjoy

Chapter 41

What we're just smashcutting straight to Velaris?? we're not gonna see Feyre talk about all the shit the mortal queens just said with her sisters??

ugh dont remind me of the fact that amren drinks blood but only animal blood because human blood is too watery or whatever. she couldve been my vampire girlie in this a/b/o world but instead shes just a lame disappointment in a lame disappointment world. that also doubles as an a/b/o world, lest we forget that

ughhhhh dont remind me of the fae not being affected by iron

Okay, i have to admit this line kinda slaps: "Maybe then Elain would get an engagement ring that wasn't forged out of hatred and fear."

Yeah Feyre, I hate to say it but you failed HARD as an ambassador, you are so bad at politics, but technically this was all Rhysands idea so I'd say it was his responsibility to make sure youre not bad at politics, so Im blaming him for all this

I made a joke in my last post about how the night court is really US governmentcore and now Cassian is like "we could just kill the current queens and put queens in place thatll cooperate with us" and the only reason Rhys doesnt wanna do it is because it would take too long and because they dont know what effect this will have on the book, not because, i dont know, he'd be interfering with foreign affairs and robbing all of humanity of their agency. I mean, its a monarchy so i guess humanity didnt have too much of a choice when they ascended to the throne, but atleast those queens have their best interests at heart and dont cooperate with former slave-owners

Why does Feyre care so muh about Mor potentially hurting Azriels feelings, is he not acting like Tamlin at the start of ACOMAF where he was all like "no Feyre, you cant go to the sper dangerous place, its dangerous"

Okay so, the oldest queen is the queen of The Black Land, which is a very vaguely africa-coded place, where humans were born slaves to the fae, unlike everyone else where I guess humans had to get captured by the fae to be enslaved OBVIOUSLY she doesnt wanna cooperate with fae, shes even more justified in her decision in my eyes

But then Im thinking, why can she even decide what happens with that little piece of land, Im guessing thats not part of the black land so would that not fall under the jurisdiction of one of the other queens? Honestly, they shouldve just spoken to each queen alone, I get that theyre strapped for time but im sure they couldve forged atleast one alliance without the oldest queen speaking for all of them there. Also, from a doylist perspective, it wouldve been good padding since sjm insists on making her books stupidly long and it wouldve probably given us a more functional government structure because right now it just seems like these queens who allegedly each have a kingdom to run are just hanging out in the same palace all making collectively decisions for the entire continent, which is stupid

What is it with Sarah J Maas and portraying freedom fighters being very dedicated to their cause as a bad thing, sepcifically because its not very condusive to a romantic relationship? Like, in Crescent City Hunt was a rebel and he was in love with the leader of the rebellion before she was killed and he enslaved and its very tragic and he cant love anyone but her, but then he manages to move on and fall in love with Bryce and it turns out to be a better experience for him. Specifically, theres this one scene where he buys her this jade egg or maybe she buys him one i dont remember, and he reflects on how if he had given that kind of gift to his former lover she wouldve appreciated it for one second and then just let it rot on some shelf because she just had other things on her mind, and I thought that was an interesting perspective for their relationship, but now that we're getting a similar thing with Jurian and Miriam except Jurian isnt the love interest of the MC so hes more likely to get demonized it seems kinda weird innit

Oh boy we're gonna get the UTM reeanactment soon arent we. sighhhhhh

Btw what the hell is up with Mors truth powers. Apparently a lot of people in her bloodline have them?? What makes Mor so special then, i thought the reason she was special was because her power was unique. I guess its just uniquely strong then (FOR A WOMAN) but thats just lame and also weird imo

Oh the Hewn City is called 'Höhlenstadt' ['Cave City'] in german and I think that sounds pretty bad ngl. rare Alexandra Ernst L

Feyre keeps going about how Rhys is gonna risk everything for the sake of stopping the war and its like, girlie if you keep jacking him so hard youre gonna rip his dick off, but also, hes not gonna tell anyone where Velaris is right?? Like, it'll still be hidden and safe behind that force field, people are just gonna know of its existence now. And even if Veritas shows the queens Velaris by starting off with a birdseye view of Prythian and then zooming in, that wouldnt be enough for the mortal queens to figure out Prythians geography to the point where they could actually tell where it is, not the mention that Velaris is positioned in a way that makes any attacks, but especially attacks from the mortal land, extremely difficult

Feyre talking about the repressed desire she felt when she say Rhys all naked and vulnerable when he woke up from that nightmare is very inappropriate when you consider that he was dreaming about his rapist, but is also surprisingly relatable because I too like my men best when theyre submissive and crying. its a crime rhysand never ended up getting pegged tbh

Rhysand talking about how he cant bear the thought of Feyre mentally returning to UTM when she just barely managed to leave it behind is funny cuz its like, whos idea is it gonna be to dress Feyre up like she was when you were assaulting her UTM. i dont think its her

I dont know what it is but Im already so over this stupid plotline with Mor and Eris, maybe Im just tired cuz its early but god, i dont ever wanna hear about it again

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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hi!! just recently started reading triaina academy and i’m so into it!! feel free to ignore this, but how do you think the ROs would be with a florist S/O?? my friend was like “E is the kind of person to get flowers for their s/o despite hay fever” after our run together and it got me thinking!! thank you so much for making the game!

Haha let's see...

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E stoops down, taking in the aroma of flora blossoming along your windowsill. A blissfully nostalgic look passes across their face. "Did you know these were my favorite?"

"Of course I did, that's why they're here," you admit, your face turning away instinctively as they look at you. Even if you can't see it, you'd bet the burning sensation across your face seared just as brightly in E's freckled complexion as the two of you sit in awkward silence.

E clears their throat, "D-Do they need more water? Let's give them more water!"

"I can--" your hands brush against each other along the handle of the water can, and you're unsure which one of you squealed first.

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"Hmm, never seen one like this before?" R studies a vivid blue flow, it's petals turning upward as it transitions to a deep red at its edges.

"It's native to Hospur. It's actually very difficult to grow outside of its climate," you say proudly, and R offers a soft clap at your achievement.

"Well, well, quite the green thumb. I can appreciate someone with dedication, though I suppose I'll have to live with being second fiddle to the flower garden," R bemoans jokingly.

You tilt your hand in a so-so expression, "You could work your way to a close draw if you play your cards right."

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L looks over the flowers idly before stopping at one they recognize, "A Bleeding Crown? I was led to believe those only grew in Hospur."

You shrug your shoulders, "it took some time, and a lot of attempts, but I got one to grow. You could say it's a prized part of the garden."

L's eyes widen, "Fascinating! I've little knowledge of flora, but I could imagine the difficulty. There's a garden of them back home, but I am told it takes a significant amount of dedication to have them bloom. You must have a significant gift." L beams at you, causing an awkward fluttering in the pit of your stomach that you reactively suppress.

"It's...not that big of a deal."

"On the contrary, I believe you've found a true calling. I would love to see you pursue it more often. I find the rest of your flowers just as beautiful."

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V's face remains expressionless as you show them the small row of potted plants. They reach towards one, and your heart begins to sink as they pluck one of the nurtured flowers and pop it in their mouth to gnaw on.

"V, what are you doing?!" You quickly move to stop them. V makes a subtly sour expression as they take the flower out of their mouth.

"It tastes bad."

"You're not supposed to eat them!"

"You said it was a garden. Isn't it food?"

"Not this garden, no. This is for appreciating. For looking nice. Look, isn't this pretty?" You show a small arrangement of rotund blossoms creating a colorful canvas in one of the pots.

"If you think so."

"Do you think so?" You nudge.

V stares hard at the pot, their steel eyes searching for something in vain, "I...don't know."

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"Is this what you've been so busy with?" P ticks with irritation, "I've been knocking for 5 minutes, you asshat."

"Sorry, I must've gotten caught up tending to this one."

"That one flower really worth all that effort?"

You tense defensively, "Maybe not to you."

"I'm not asking myself, Dumbass."

You slowly shift your stance, revealing the Hospian flower, "It's taken me 4 years just to get it to bloom. It's not made for this climate. It was a miracle this one made it to adulthood."

P looks silently at the flower for a moment before shaking their head dismissively. "That seems like a pretty fragile existence. But I can respect a weed that grows wherever it wants. Just hurry it up, the dorm's dinner is waiting, and I'm not saving you a plate."

You give a small smile, "Thanks."

"Thank me by getting the fuck to the table." P waves off.

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M leans down next to you, inspecting the flower you're tending with a drawn hum, "I didn't know...you liked...flowers...they're very...beautiful..."

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks from M's close whispering proximity, "Ah, uh, t-thank you. It's taken a long time to get it to bloom."

"You know...they say...beautiful flowers...only grow...from beautiful people..."

"I've...never heard anyone say that before."

"Well...you heard...me...right...? Good...enough..." M chuckles as they slide slightly closer and plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

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As you show Raven the small rows of potted plants they clap excitedly.

"Oh yes, the flowers! I'm glad I can see them so close this time. They're very pretty!"

You pause for a moment, "You've seen them before?"

"Only on my window watching days!" Raven takes the silent pause between you as indication to reassure you, "Don't worry, I cover my ears when you talk to your plants! Your privacy is completely safe!"

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S holds up one of the small pots high in the air like a trophy, "Ain't this a beauty! Ya got a real knack, don't'cha?"

You wince nervously at their erratic movements, "Er, just, be careful with that--"

"Eh, what'd'ya-- Ah--" S cuts themselves off as the pot slips from their fingers, and it shatters unceremoniously on the ground. Soil and rooted stems spill onto the ground in a depressing heap

You stare unbelieving, "Did you just..."

"Uhh, no! No? Okay, I mighta still had some grease left over on my hand. Just a lil bit. Happens to the best of us, ya know?"

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F browses your miniature garden with silent discernment, looking at the flowers from a respectful distance. They don't dare to even touch a leaf.

Eventually, you break the silence, "What do you think?"

"It's...modest. Certainly no royal garden," they murmur, "Though I can see...some potential." They say this last line with a thin smile that they quickly turn away to hide. "Perhaps you would find the benefits in learning how Frenza nurtures their flora."

#triaina academy #romance options #florist mc

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tricitymonsters · 10 months

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Idk if this has been answered before, but what are the LIs love languages (giving/receiving)? ❤

I miiight have but I dont mind answering again, sometimes I make lil adjustments and stuff anyway so it might be news lol!

Mori giving: Physical touch. He's super tactile beyond just sex too, like he wants to be all up in your face. Rough housing also counts. Quality time is a close second, he's a really busy guy who plays for like 4-5 bands at a time so dedicated time for each other says a lot to him.

Mori receiving: Physical touch again, it reassures him that you want to be in his space as much as he wants to be in yours.

Amir giving: Gifts! Amir has plenty of wealth to spread around the people he cares about so getting meaningful gifts is an easy way for him to express his affections. He especially likes to gift not just things but experiences and sentimentalities. He wouldn't take you to just a fancy dinner before he'd take you to find food from your home town or something perhaps harder to find from your cultural background. He'd take you on trips, get you lessons for a skill you've wanted to try, etc. More than anything, Amir's gift giving is intended to show that he listens and wants to enrich your life rather than simply add clutter to it.

Amir receiving: Proooobably acts of service with quality time as a close second. Amir is busy. Like REALLY busy and helping him organize his calendar, picking up something he can eat, even just pointing out where he took off his watch or that his car's due for maintenance soon so you set a reminder for him... Anything that eventually gets this man a few minutes to breathe will be DEEPLY appreciated. I mentioned in a past ask that sometimes in his line of work his personhood sometimes gets decoupled from his body and the gesture of appreciating him as a person again really kind of puts his spirit back into balance.

Akello giving: Acts of service, this man is a hard coded caregiver and he wants to take care of you. He is used to and comfortable being the protector and provider in a relationship and to deny him these roles can actually stress him out without a lot of communication. He does his best to show that he respects your independence as a person but please PLEASE let him cook for you or help you when you're mad hungover.

Akello receiving: MAYBE words of affirmation but he'd probably pretend that wasn't the case. He appreciates honesty and openness so if you approach compliments or affection in that vein it hits home really hard for him.

I'll throw in the side charas too for funsies

Kazu giving: acts of service. He's a trained body guard so let him do that. He understands his role as an attack dog and needs to be allowed to do those actions.

Kazu receiving: OH boy kazu sucks at being at the receiving end of affection he gets grumpy and flustered and his ears turn red. Its weird, stop seeing him as a whole ass person and not a human weapon. Your BEST bet is probably physical touch, he understands tactility very well just dont make loving eye contact he'll die.

Raath giving: not to pull the freak card too fast on yall but its probably gifts. Gifts you probably don't want. You know how cats sometimes bring you bits of their kills? Yeah that's raath.

Raath receiving: Like Kazu, Raath's not great at Emotion but he does understand compliments and words of affirmation and BOY nothing hits the way getting his ego stroked does. Tell him how scary he is and he'll be batting his lashes at you.

Marcel giving: Probably a solid 50/50 Gifts and Physical Touch. He understands these things so he relies on them when communicating with others and to be totally fair, he's had a decent amount of success with that.

Marcel receiving: Probably also weak to getting his ego stroked and his confidence played to. It just hits home for him fast and hard.

#thank you for asking!#raath #amir #mori #marcel #akello #kazu

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Salt on the wound, Krulu finds a gift you planned on giving him, before he killed your spirit, with a sweet note too

And your husk just stares at him, with no emotion

[Anon this is good shit.]

It's beautiful.

A small raven figurine made of finely ironed strips of metal, each feather well-thought out, even the tail ones held a level of immaculate precision and attention to detail he can appreciate. Featuring an elegant obsidian pigment with shines of purple and blue to highlight specific sections as well as precious light gems for eyes. This is something you must have spent months making. For him, it would have been a blink of an eye, but for someone unskilled and clumsy- As all lessers are, naturally, it would have taken a small eternity.

A raven.

One of his favorite avian lifeforms. You paid attention to his ramblings...

Krulu wasn't meant to find this, that much he can tell. You generally weren't very good at hiding things from him, and how could you ever be, when he was suffocating your every thought. But somehow, in some way, you were dedicated enough to act quickly during the higher's attention lapses. It was tucked away in the break floor, a place he's seldom ever physically ventured to. Clever. Krulu wishes, from the depths of his charred heart, that he still had your memories. So he could see you make it through your own eyes, relish your sentiments. But he has nothing now.

Just the emptiness of his own thoughts echoed back to him infinitely.

Two hands cradle the figurine as if it's the most delicate artifact in this world. As if breathing in its direction will cause it to crumble like sand between his fingers. He strokes the metal feathers pensively while his upper set of arms lingers in the air, almost unwilling to establish contact with the folded black note that had sat beneath the statuette. Krulu takes a deep breath, grounds himself for what must have been minutes of putrid silence, and finally opens it.

" To my lord and guide,

Every day I am at your service I find new meaning in my life. My love and admiration of you is endless, I only wish that I was verbose enough to properly express it. Although my fingers are not as nimble as yours and my own mortality limits my understanding of art- I hereby offer you this admittedly flawed yet heartfelt offering, in honor of all the moments we shared and will continue to for as long as I am able to please you.

With all my heart and soul,

Your chosen. "

...

A wave of sickness courses through Krulu's entire frame so thoroughly that he sincerely has to cover his mouth for a moment. Then a breeze settles. Cold, frigidness, icing over his limbs, penetrating his hide and stabbing straight into his soul like a million shards of glass. He has to set both things down and look elsewhere, plagued with his own guilt, with the reality of what he's done, of how he's just perpetuating the misery previously inflicted onto him.

Because he was broken into that cycle. He's so unhinged and so irrational- He took so much damage in his time inside the void that he can't function anymore. He's blind to others, their care, their limits, their adoration.

You loved him.

You worshiped him.

And Krulu just couldn't notice it. It was never enough. He took you for granted and he abused his own vessel. As if such a simple little mortal could heal him, could fix centuries of pain. You tried to mend his woes and Krulu chewed you up like a piece of gum. Spat you out broken and demanded more. You were always there nonetheless, always willing to let him scar your frail body, always ready to degrade yourself for his amusement. Yet, he's so terribly weak and insecure, that the one time you defended yourself- He snuffed you out.

Eventually, his wide slitted eyes find yours, just as vapid and glazed as they have been for the last couple of months. Krulu forces your barren body to walk towards him, each step a mockery of the human walk cycle.

" Did you make this for me, lamb? " He murmurs, voice shaking.

Naturally, there is no response. Because there is no one there.

The higher takes your head in his hands, fingers combing through your hair in the gentlest manner he's ever handled you, ironically. You haven't aged a day since that moment. Haven't shed a hair or broken a nail, your body is stuck in a complete sullen and vapid stasis. And it'll remain so for as long as he can bare to look upon you. In a moment of selfishness and endless vulnerability, the higher crouches further and presses his thin lips to your own static pink ones. You stare ahead, way past Krulu, way past this world.

It only makes him feel more nauseous.

Shaking with repressed emotions, with the cumbersome weight of his deeds clawing at him, Krulu uses all six arms to cage your lifeless, puppet-like form against his curled one. There is no warmth there, no steady heartbeat, no shifting of skin- No hands to grasp him back, no smile against his flesh, no joyous laughter.

There is only nothingness.

The same cold, silent oblivion he once fought so hard to escape.

Birds scatter, the entire Clergy shakes thunderously.

An old god weeps.

#Krulu oc #I guess we're hopping on the feels train today

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