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redladydeath · 1 month

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Okay, so last night I decided I wanted to do something with Vox and body horror and this story concept ended up manifesting in my brain. Massive CW for psychosis that's not actually psychosis, as well as self-harm and body horror.

Vox and Alastor meet in the 1940s while they're both doing electrical engineering work for the war effort. Vox is only 22, so he falls fast and hard for Alastor, who decides to use the younger man's infatuation with him to his advantage. One night while they're out drinking, Alastor convinces Vox to make a blood oath with him. He tells him it's just symbolic, but in reality, there's magic involved; if Alastor kills him, he'll get all the years Vox was supposed to live added to his own lifespan, which is dwindling. He lures Vox into the woods and tries to murder him, but is shot by a hunter who happens upon the struggle. Vox nearly loses an eye, but survives the encounter and is able to go on with his life, albeit with some pretty intense trauma.

Twenty years later, it's the 1960s. Vox has been a successful television presenter for 10~15 years now. He's rich and is married with children, but is less than an ideal husband/father. When he's not at work, he's usually with Valentino, a young male prostitute who he's been having a secret affair with for the past year or two. The two of them are currently somewhere between a sugar daddy/baby arrangement and a legit relationship. Vox is overall pretty content with his life and hasn't thought about Alastor in years. That is, until he starts feeling everything change.

At first, it seems like it's just a bad cold; his joints are stiff and he has the chills constantly, but that's nothing too unusual and he continues going about his daily life. But then the delusions start. Vox begins hearing strange things whenever a radio is on– words and phrases that shouldn't be coming out of it, said in a familiar tone of voice. He starts seeing shadows moving just out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns to look at them, they're gone. When Vox looks in the mirror or watches clips from his show, there's something different– uncanny– about his own eyes that make him feel like he's looking at a stranger. It must be stress, he thinks; he's been working himself too hard.

But things only get worse. Vox's body is stiff and jerky and cold– suddenly very cold to the touch, although no one other than Vox can feel it. Food and drink and cigarettes lose their taste. His emotions feel muted– all except fear. He starts hearing this loud, irritating humming when he's in the studio and it makes it hard for him to work. People are starting to get worried. He's acting erratically, asking if they can hear or feel things that simply aren't there. His wife thinks he's building towards a nervous breakdown, but Vox knows that's not true. Something's happening to him, something no one can perceive but him.

Things continue to deteriorate. Vox thinks he can hear metal creaking when he moves. His face won't show up on camera anymore; the footage always ends up damaged somehow for reasons no one can explain. He smashes the family radio in front of his kids when he clearly hears Alastor's voice coming out of it, taunting him. He asks Valentino, who hasn't even been to church in the past decade, to connect him to his childhood priest because he thinks he's being possessed and wants an exorcism— if the Protestant God won’t help him, maybe the Catholic one will. It still doesn't work.

Things come to a head one night when Vox, desperate to prove to himself and everyone else that he's not crazy, takes a knife and cuts deep into the hand he used to make the pact with Alastor all those years ago. He cuts and cuts and cuts until finally– finally– he sees it: metal and wires and no blood. He was right. He tries to show his wife but only succeeds in scaring her out of her wits. He flees the house and takes the family car: he needs to go see Valentino, show him, ask him for help. He crashes the car into a lamppost while trying to drive with one hand. A cashier working late in a nearby television/radio store tries to help him, bringing him into the store to wait while he calls an ambulance.

When the cashier leaves him alone to go make the call in the backroom, Vox hears it again. He hears Alastor's voice coming out of the radio, telling him that his time is up; he's been living on borrowed (or rather, stolen) time for the past ten years and now it's time to come join him, down where they both belong. Vox can feel his "bones" cracking, his skin stretching and tearing; he can't hear anything except Alastor's voice alongside the blaring static emitting from all the TVs and radios in the store. He's dying he's dying he's dying– until he stumbles into a fusebox and the whole store is engulfed in an electrical fire.

When the firemen dig through the rubble, they never find a human body.

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yomi-hellsimp · 25 days

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I think the reason I'm so vocal about anti bullshit and proshippers is because at some point, when I still had fb, my friend's list had been filled with antis. Who would say "lolicons are pedophiles" or "if you thirst over Asuka from Evangelion, you're a pedophile", like I would see takes like that daily and I honestly started to believe them. Like some of my favorite fictional characters who I crushed on all the time were like 12-15 and I was like "I mean, I can't help finding these fictional characters attractive. Like I grew up with them. It's not my fault I aged and the characters I loved didn't." So because of antis making me feel bad for finding some pixels attractive or liking age gaps or incest, I started to kind of mimic anti rhetoric (ah, brainwashing. Gotta love it (sarcasm)). I never harassed anyone for liking pixels but I remember thinking shit like "There must be something wrong with me because I like things like Sebaciel." Like I began to feel intense amounts of guilt. I thought I'd honestly be going to jail over pixels because everyone acted like downloading 🔞 anime works was the same as possessing CSEM. Like I would legit start to panic and wouldn't look at anime 🔞 works unless I knew the characters were 18+. When I really shouldn't have felt that way. I finally got rid of fb because it got to be too much. So I think that's why I'm so vocal about being a proshipper and started surrounding myself with proshippers. Because imo, no one should make someone else feel guilty because of pixels.

#proship #vent #rant #anti anti #anti harassment

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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First of all, just found your blog. Legit the definition of perfection 🥰 *Chef's kiss*

Also can I request Jason, Thomas and Vincent with their s/o accidentally seducing them? Like, oh wearing a soft pink nightgown with cutesy bows, not knowing that'syour slashy bois weakness? Them's be horny Oops.

Please and thank you!!

Ps. Don't feel like you have to do this if you don't want to! I just really like your writing!

SEDUCING THE

SLASHY BABES

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ aka pretty wax man

Thomas Hewitt ☆ aka scary chonky babe

Jason Voorhees ☆ big forest daddy

CONTENT:

Tw: where do I even fucking start. Mature language, NSFW, tiniest amount of smut, canon violence, mentions of murder, maybe blood? Size kink?

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUESTS AND FOR ALL THE NICE WORDS OMG. Now, I have to excuse myself for taking so long for this requests but once again I've been very busy with my upcoming trip and all the planning ecc so that's why it's taking me so long with everything. That and the fact that my brain is fighting for his life everytime I have to write something using a somewhat decent grammar and simultaneously put some creativity in it. That being said, I hope you little horny gremlin enjoy this

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

The things we make this man go through. Mate is fighting for his life out here

It has been a couple of days that Vincent had been so busy he only stopped working when he was literally too tired

You, besides being worried out of your mind, were bored too.

You couldn't really force Vincent into rest cause there has been a unusual amount of visitors lately and you knew that bodies tend to rot quickly during this time of the year so deep down you understood that Vincent had to work faster and harder than usual

And that means not being able to spend time together, which was torture for the both of you.

Since you didn't had anything else to do you decided to clean your room and organise your stuff

While putting away clothes ecc you found one of your favourites nightgowns

It was the most beautiful piece of clothing you had.

The silky material was ornate with details in lace and it fitted perfectly, wrapping your body tight enough to outline all your forms. The colour made stand up your soft skin

When you were done cleaning you decided to take a warm bath and pamper yourself a little bit using every little thing you had for skincare. Once you were out the bathroom your skin was glowing, your gorgeous nightgown was making you look prettier than ever and your sweet scent trailed after you as you made your way towards Vinny's workshop

"Vinny dear?? Are you there??" Your scent was filling the air around him, pulling his mind out of what he was doing.

At soon as he saw you he could've sworn you looked like an angel

Now why would you that to this POOR MAN

he kept staring at you while the feeling of his head getting lightheaded started to make a blur out of his thoughts

He's fighting for his spot in heaven right here

"Vincent?? Are you okay??" Your voice was so smooth and the way you cupped his masked cheeks while looking at him with such an intense stare YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING DIDN'T YOU? YOU AND YOUR USUAL FOUL BEHAVIOUR ARE GOING TO KILL HIM ONE DAY

he was literally frozen in place. He could feel a familiar warm sensation burning in his chest as he looked at you but it seemed like his limbs didn't want to collaborate with his mind

Every single thought was plague by you and your image making impossible to even think straight

And to be honest only a small part of his thoughts could be considered decent

You, however, apparently oblivious about the effect you were having on him, just gifted one of your sweetest smiles

"Why don't you take a break baby?? You must be tired…besides you're almost done. A little rest won't do bad to anyone, am I right?" You kept caressing softly and gently his chest up and down, tilting your head slightly and looking right at him in the eyes

He felt his breath shortened and all he could muster as an answer was a shy nod.

He literally felt he could melt in your hands at any given moment

Got bruv here thirsting over you without even trying WHAT SORT OF WITCHERY IS THIS

you breathed out a small giggling at how he was reacting. You genuinely were not doing anything on purpose

You took him by the hand, intertwining your fingers with his and pulling him towards the small bed that he had there

Once you were in front of it you turned to face him and slowly with your free hand you took off his mask

"You must be so tired…my poor love, now I'll take care of it"

That tone of voice, your fingers brushing against the skin of his face? Damn…double homicide right there

Before you could pull your hand away he gently grasped your wrist

YOU KNOW THAT THING OSCAR ISAAC DID TO JESSICA CHASTAIN? LIKE WHEN HE KISSED HER ARM? WELL PICTURE THAT BUT IT'S VINCENT LITERALLY KISSING THE INSIDE OF YOUR WRIST

now you were the one shivering in your fucking timbers

His other hand freed herself from yours to find her home on the small of your back, pulling you closer

There was so much tension that you felt dizzy but in a good way, to keep balance you placed your hands on his chest and tried to think about something to say before catching fire spontaneously

"I…today was kinda hot, I thought that this would've been more appropriate to…wear" you practically breathed out the sentence

Appropriate? APPROPRIATE?

Your eyes darted from his mouth to his eyes, you two were so close you could feel the growing bulge in his pants hitting against you making your insides and your intimate parts twitch of pleasure and anticipation

He now placed both hands on your sides and his thumbs traced circles feeling the smooth and soft material underneath, taking few steps forward making you go backwards until the back of your knees hitted the bed making you lose balance and fall on your back onto the soft surface

I can assure you that both of you are now having small horny brain thoughts

You looked up at him, adjusting your position slightly. Your hands fidgeting with the hem of the gown as you teased him by painfully slowly lifting up enough to show a peak of your underwear

Hid calloused hands found place on top of your knees just to part your legs gently to position his frame between them

You immediately pulled yourself straight up again without breaking eye contact.

"If you want that…you have to earn it. After all you have been hiding here for weeks…you have to make up for it dear"

How could he resist when your velvet voice was so intoxicating and your gaze so compelling

He tried to hide the smirk that tugged on the corners of his mouth while he quickly started to tie his hair up.

Mate didn't even had took in consideration saying no

BESTIE CONGRATULATIONS YOU GOT EATEN OUT BY VINCENT SINCLAIR FUCK YEAH LETS GOOOOO

Just LISTEN OKAY imagine those hands gripping your thighs while he's working his magic down there and when you manage to keep your eyes from rolling to back of your brain long enough to look at him he's eyes meet yours and he has that LUSTFUL TYPE OF GAZE BRO I-

If this man ever starts to tie his hair to eat me out i would fold like a fucking papersheet

Once you both will be done, while you're sleeping he's definitely going to draw you in that nightgown cause he wants to burned into his brain how fucking beautiful you look right now

THOMAS HEWITT:

To be fair you always wear nightgowns cause the texas heat is some serious matter

Every nightgowns you wear however is very simple and nothing special

This one you're wearing tonight however? It's the nicest and prettiest one you have. It hugs your body so perfectly that it would be a crime to not wear it

So after you chose to disturb Thomas's inner peace by wearing that you waited for him to get in bed

You were brushing your hair, sitting in front of the vanity mirror when you noticed Thomas getting in

"Oh hi Tommy!! Are you ready for bed??" You turned and you could say you turned something else too OKAY NO STOP ENOUGH I SWEAR

Thomas was exhausted by a whole day of chasing victims and chopping them. All he wanted was to clean up, get ready for bed and crush right next to you while holding you close

This MAN PURE INTENTIONS ARE BEING MINED BY YOUR SEDUCTIVE FOUL CLOTHES

He found somehow enough concentration to tilt his head as if asking why were you wearing that

"Oh! The other ones need to be washed and I thought this would do at least for tonight. You don't like it, don't you?" You fidget with your fingers anxiously. You genuinely thought he was upset by it cause it's definitely one of your less modest gowns

Never has he been this fast in answering something. My man was moving at speed of light to reach you and tell you he did in fact like it

And then you had to get up and cause the biggest brain lag in history

His hands were moving on their own as his fingers gently tugged on the soft material to feel it. He couldn't even explain why this nightgown in particular was so mesmerising.

Maybe it was the combination of your intoxicating scent, how soft and perfect it make look your skin or maybe it was just that his never ending love for you had an equal amount of sinful lust to contrast with it

You just watched him smiling in relief of knowing he did like it.

Now that you took a good look at him you noticed how tired he looks

"Tommy we should head to bed…you look tired" you brought his hands to your cheeks as you looked at him in the eyes

You're right about the head but not to be- IM SORRY I PROMISE I'LL STOP

Every trace of tiredness was now long forgotten, his brain was occupied with very explicit thoughts about either ripping apart your nightgown or keep it for recreational purposes if you know what I mean

His hands moved a strand of hair out of your face before gripping your sides to lift you up, carrying you on his shoulder as he headed towards the bed

You let out a gasp of surprise. You didn't have the time to steady yourself until you had already been placed on the bed. He was caging you under him, both arms at each side of your head and both knees at your sides

His broad shoulders were all you could see as you looked up blushing brutally

You could almost see the shade of smirk spreading on his face under the mask

"Hey wait, you have to sleep! We can do all of this lat"

No, NO WE CAN'T Y/N. NOW OR NEVER

So basically he just shuts your mouth by kissing you, the roughness of the mask edges in contrast with his tenderness made your whole body fill with butterflies

Your hands moved immediately finding place in Tommy's surprisingly soft hair

He forced himself to break the kiss to catch breath, his whole frame straightened up towering over you as he sat on his knees

You groan in disapproval trying to pull him back but immediately stopped when you saw what he was doing

There was a moment of hesitation as his shaky hands went to the back of his head to unlock the mask

He just felt his face would ruin the whole mood. You looked so beautiful and he was just well

You didn't waste a minute as swiftly pulled yourself up and helped him in getting the mask off. There's nothing you more love than when he allows to see his face

As soon as the mask was off he was already regretting everything and all the confidence he had a minute ago was gone as he started to back away and avoid your eyes

PLEASE GIVE HIM A SMOOCH OR SOMETHING OR I WILL CRY WITH HIM

After you give him all the reassurance and nice words he needs and deserves he would feel so much better

In fact he feels that much better he is horny again

LEAVE MY MAN ALONE. HE HAS NEVER THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE THIS HORNY ON MAIN

just picture this: the feeling of those big and rough hands touching and feeling every part of your soft body while he's basically bruising your fucking lungs from the inside by how deep and hard he thrust BUT IT'S NOT LIKE SUPER FAST CAUSE HE KNOWS YOU LIKED IT SLOW AND YOU MAY NEED MORE TIME AND ATTENTION THAN HE DOES

AND ALL OF THIS WHILE KISSING YOU SO YOU BOTH CAN'T MAKE NOISES AND WAKE THE WHOLE HOUSE UP

you'll duckwalk for a week at least and everytime someone asks you if you're okay in front of Tommy both of you SINFUL FUCKERS CAN'T STOP SMILING

You may or may not want to wear that nightgown more often. It depends on how many times you want Thomas to rearrange your insides

JASON VOORHEES:

Were you another person, this unholy stuff? Death sentence right there.

But since we're here living our best life as the main character you're the one being the menace here

Why would you wear that IN HIS CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD

You tried to wait on the couch until he came back but you ended up falling asleep.

Fate wants that you also decided to wear one of your most scrumdiddlyumptious nightgowns.

You wanted to wear something nice that could make you feel better since lately your self esteem has been acting up

Who would've thought the slasher of simps and sinful teens, the one who thinks about the "I WANT A CHURCH GIRL THAT GOES TO CHURCH" vine unironically would have big horny brain thoughts

He knew you were on the couch cause the lamp near it was on. He approached you quietly assuming you were sleeping and not wanting to wake you up

What he saw..oh lawd have mercy

Your upper body was facing towards the ceiling while your knees were pointing to the right as your waist was partially turned on the side. Your hands were gently resting on your stomach, going up and down as you slowly breathed.

You looked ethereal as the dim warm light of the lamp casted shadows over your perfect and peaceful features

Everything standed out because of that beautiful nightgown that was dangerously short and see-through

Babe got his mind fighting for its life against the hornyness.

He was mesmerised by the sight in front of him, part of him feeling ashamed for the course some of his thoughts were taking. The other half was in heavenly hell

When I tell you he's about to fucking cry

As he goes closer to you he can sense his spot in heaven being revoked.

Very lightly and softly his fingertips brush against the silky fabric of the nightgown, not resisting the urge to touch it.

He pulls back his hand immediately almost as if he just got burned

It was probably god giving him a head boink for being horny

He holds his hand to his chest as he breathes heavily trying to steady his racing heart as he eyed your whole sleeping form

You must've sense something I your sleep cause you stirred a little bit before waking up and smiling at him with your gaze still sleepy

You didn't even asked him what he was doing or why he was kneeling, you just reached a hand out for him to hold while you shifted on the couch to make space for him

He knew that if he got to you any closer than this he would either die or fall for his foul thoughts so instead he just shared his head and standed up gesturing to his dirty clothes so you could know he was going to clean up first

"Okay…don't take too long though" that's all you said before getting up. You stretched making the hem of the nightgown go a little bit more up than it already was

Before heading towards the bedroom you got on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his masked cheek leaving Jason in a state of dizziness

He noticed he was holding his breath when as soon as you were gone He exhaled in relief

Bro was this close of having a stroke with all of this sinful fuckery

He thanked God you didn't notice either the awkward boner CAUSE LORD IF YOU DID HE WOULD'VE JUST REMOVED HIMSELF FROM EARTH

Even if he didn't enjoyed this one bit and the whole time he felt the shame of what he was doing hanging from his head, he had to take care of himself before going to sleep next to you

However the shame and the guilt was forgotten when his mind lingered on the images of you and your nightgown

Admittedly that would be something he would think about for a long time. Or at least until he manages to get the courage to do more intimate stuff with you

Plenty of prayers were said that night before bed

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lilithcontent · 2 months

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Hi, Lilith woman <3 :) Alot of blogs say asteroid lilith doesnt matter but with the life ive had i related the most to my 1181 lilith and not to my black moon cancer in the 10th lilith. I would like to ask you is there a conection between having lilith (1181) in the 8 house plus having moon and venus in the 8 , making people been angry at you becouse of the way you look and becouse of the fact that they dont know exacly how you make money . Like legit people i have never met come up to me telling me they wanna punch me in the face becouse of the way i look ??? but at the same time if i wear whatever everyone else wears i am called attention seeker( i have 0 ass and 0 boobs) . I kind of dont want to hide under baggy cloths my whole life but its so confusing. My 2 house is empty why are people so intersted in wanting to know how i make money i legit have had coworkers or familie members getting angry at me for having money come to in in unique ways- like lotary or an envelope with cash from a person who just told me i deserve it becouse of me been kind to them , or a spell i did for a friend and so on. Sorry for the long text to sum it up - does the 8 house effect the way people see you like why the fuck are everyone so interested in the way i exspress my self in clothes and in the way i make money??? also is it ok that i dont talk about how i make money ? Like i dont like people knowing my bussness. couse i just feel people get angry at me no matter what i say - if is a rich relative people are angry , if its a rich boyfriend they call me golddigger , if its money out of the blue they squint there eyes and make a sarcastic comment along the lines of : Must be nice not doing anything , been lazy and getting money ! Like bitch i am not lazy and its none of your business how i make my cash fuvk. Anyway thank you for the help and sorry for the long post and for my english , have a wonderful day and i do understand if you cant anser my weird ask :D i am just confusion

Hello! okay so first what house is your Astriod Lilith in? Having black moon Lilith in the 10th house, fits in with the scripture you write. Lilith in the 10th house (how people see you) they see you as a Lilith! so the will sexualise you in the most intense way because your black moon Lilith is in the 10th house. You will come over as imitating with your presence & appearance! of course Astriod Lilith matters, but black moon Lilith is about the darker side of sexuality!

(Your question) Lilith in the 8H is very much different then having Venus & Moon in the 8H because Lilith is about sexuality & darker taboos while Venus is about Romantic Relationships & love and your moon sign about your emotions. So having Lilith in the 8H can give you a very scary presence & imitating & and you might be connected to psychic abilities

Lilith in 10th house (public image)

You embody that bad bitch aura & dark feminine energy people will feel imitated by you! also your aura has that dark sex appeal it gives whore vibes this is the reason why people sexualise you. Because you aura is like “fuck me” this will imitate a lot of girls because you can get every boy you want with that aura

Lilith in 10th house (money)

This house rules career also & how people treat you at work or your money. People will feel very imitated by you & and are extremely jealous about your money 💰 so the will act mean towards you especially because the see how powerful Lilith you are.

See the 10th house & MC as the 2nd rising sign this is what you are in public this placement is even more visible then Lilith in 1H because this is how the plublic image sees you!

THEY ARE JEALOUS! because your aura is too powerful & sexy to be around

No, the way you express yourself in clothes & making money has nothing to do with the 8H but with the black moon Lilith in your 10th!

#spiritual #astrology #lilith #astro observations #astro notes #astro community

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lemonpils · 3 months

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A Smile Long Forgotten - Blade & Kafka

Authors note; i legit haven't seen anything from this pairing and its CRIMINAL, so heres some fluff between these two!!

Summary; Blades Mara struck is acting up again, and Kafka finds out a fun little piece of information whilst trying to heal him.

It hurts so bad.

It burns. It aches.

Everything felt like pins and needles, in the worst way possible.

It was late, later then he'd usually be up. But he couldn't sleep, not one bit. He tossed and turned, watching out the window of the Stellaron Hunter's ship as he lied awake. It stings.

It stings so bad.

It was reaching that time again, where the tall dark haired man would have to seek out the help of his magenta haired acquaintance. Where he would have to show weakness, admitting that he needed assistance with his health. But it was something he had grown accustom to doing, and it was something that he had grown more comfortable to as well. He sat up from his bed, pushing the hair from his face. He looked towards his door, and noticed light coming from the bottom.

"She's... Still awake." He thought.

As he pulled himself from bed, he brushed his hair out from his face, finger combing the more intense knots out. He slipped on a black t-shirt, and quietly opened his bedroom door as he walked down the hall. Kafka was sitting on the couch of the ships lounge room, a glass of wine in hand as she read a small article. Blades footsteps we're noticed as she turned her head, a small smile adorning her face.

"Ah, Bladie."

It hurts so bad.

His voice quivered. "Kafka, I-"

My bodies on fire.

"Something caught your tongue?" She spoke.

It feels like I'm dying.

"Kafka, help me, please."

As blade let out those four words, she knew exactly what the situation was. She nodded, gently pulling him down to her. She was seated at the end of the couch, making sure there was room for him. Her hands laid his head on her lap as his body laid across the rest of the couch. Blades pained expression only made Kafka's heart hurt more, seeing her friend in such torment. "Just close your eyes, you know the drill." She said softly. Blade nodded, letting his eyes close like he always did. Followed by feeling Kafka's icy delicate hands begin to caress his face, torso, and wherever else she needed to touch. This was the part of the healing that was so difficult, having to feel her hands all over him. It wasn't that he didnt like it, he'd just never had someone touch him in this way. He groaned as she used her abilities, softening the leathality of the Mara Stuck with only her hands. Kafka was always so gentle with this process, she knew exactly what felt best, and what worked more efficiently. She dragged her fingers along his collar bones, practically pulling the pain right out from him. "Mmm..." He murmured. "That must feel better, hmm?" She spoke sweetly, as she continued to focus around his neck.

Blade nodded, he could feel the pain being relieved, and how it was replaced with a warm and refreshing feeling instead. He could also feel another sensation, an odd one- One of Kafka's nails had gently scratched along the shell of his ear, making his head twitch. "Oh? Did I miss a spot?" Kafka's fingers reached Blade's ear, and began caressing along it gently. She thought he reacted out of pain, that he needed some more healing in that specific area. She was wrong. At the moment, Blade was having a really difficult time holding in whatever reaction he was feeling. It was tingly, but not painfully so. He had the urge to- giggle. It was quite strange, it was almost as if he was ticklish. ... He is, so very ticklish. "K-Kafka... Stop." "I know it hurts Blade, but we're almost done." She said innocently. He could feel a smile tugging at his lips. "N-No thats not what I mehean..." Kafka froze, did he just giggle? She tilted her head, placing her fingers along that same spot on his neck as she watched him almost squirm away from her touch. Ah, I see. She thought. Her fingers curled against his skin, watched as he gasped out. "A-Ah! Kafka-" He grumbled, he then realized that she had caught on to what was occurring, and that he needed a way out fast. "Now then Bladie." She said with a smirk. "Kafka don't you dare-"

"Dont, move." She said using her ability.

As her words hit Blade's ears, he felt his limps come to a stop. He felt as her power took over him, that he was now immobile on Kafka's lap, great. "Bladie, why didn't you tell me you we're so... sensitive?" She said as she tweaked Blades side. "MhHf- I'm not." He said dryly. Kafka only smiled, she held her hands in front of his face, slowly bringing them to his ribs. "Time to run a test then, eh?" She giggled. Blade felt ten fingers beginning to knead against his ribs, feeling her nails scratch and skittering along. Which caused a miracle of a sound to emerge from Blade's mouth. "Bahahah! K-Kafka! Unhahand me!" He demanded through his giggles. Kafka let out an Awwwe~ Before raking her nails into his ribs once more, watching as Blade's smiley face cried out in sweet giggly laughter. "I dont think I will, not yet at least. I'm enjoying this pretty little view." She teased. Blade whined through his giggles, how dare she make a fool out of him! The way she cooed at his little noises, it was so belittling! But it was also kind of, nice..? No no, that cant be right. "Kahahafkahaha!" "Yes Bladie?" "Enohohough!" He pleaded. "Nah, Im good." Her smile turned to a smirk, as she used her nails to spider along his toned stomach. That really got him going. "NOOhoAHA! Nohohohoo! STOP!" His stomach was a lot more sensitive, she realized. His laughter got more frantic as she inched closer to that sweet spot in the middle. "Uh oh, looks like someone is in trouble~" Her voice teased at his ears. "YoHohOu're sUhuch ahAHa pahAHAin!" He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, and how they began staining his pink tinted cheeks. "Hmm, I could be much more of a pain if you'd like." "NooHAhOHO!" He exclaimed. This was odd, Blades face was quite warm. He felt- fuzzy inside, like he was enjoying the playful attention from her. He hasn't felt this in a long, long time. "Here I cooome~" Kafka began tracing her nails towards his bellybutton, watching as Blade grew more nervous. "Dohohn't- nohoho..." He whined. "Aaaaand, gotcha." Her nail began to swirl along the inside of his belly button.

Blade would then burst out into heavy laughter, tears streaming down his face. "PFFTEAHAHAA! NOHOAHA! KAHAFKA!" He screamed. Kafka only smiled, playfully giggling as she teased his belly button. "Aww~ Is someone ticklish here?" Blade only nodded as he laughed, screaming in ticklish agony as he suffered under her touch. "NOHOHO MORE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Blade begged, he was growing ever so tired, and Kafka took notice to that as she slowed down. "Alright, alright. Shh, I'm stopping." She said softly, releasing his limbs as she combed his hair out of his face. He huffed and puffed, she had sure worn him out. He sat up, leaving her lap. "You- are a handful." He groaned, pulling his shirt back down over his stomach. She could see the tints of blush across his cheeks, and she chuckled to herself. "Oh relax, I was just having some fun. I haven't seen that smile in a while." That was true, Blade couldn't remember the last time he had smiled like that, let alone laughed like that. It was, a pleasant feeling.

"Yea, sure. Thank you for healing me, now- goodnight." He quickly paced back to his room, hands rubbing at his eyes. "Have a goodnight Bladie~" She teased. He made his way down the hall, passing by Silverwolf in the process. "Sounded like you two had fun." She said. "Shut up." He shot back.

It was safe to say, he was probably going to go back for some 'healing' sooner than later.

#tickle #tickle fic #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fic #honkai star rail tickle #lee! blade #ler! kafka

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infraaa · 1 year

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How do we- how do we feel about longan and a siren reader.. silly little idea 😋

『INSP BY THE CONTORTIONIST AND IF YOU DONT KNOW THAT SONG….. GO LISTEN TO IT NOW 👹 also I really like this idea ngl! I made some hcs for it if you don’t mind. 💜』

longan dragon cookie w a siren s/o (afab)

bakers notes // imo this made me legit think of like… like sea fairy or black pearl. So since this is a siren thing there’s probs gonna be some ties between black pearl and the s/o (also @m00r3-starzz and or @ask-the-longan-dragon may place me in super hell (💜) after this.) also I’m still coming for either a random anon or @windlotus

tw i guess // hypnosis bc siren. Also it’s just a tad bit suggestive due to the nature of sirens, and the song… so… yk.

what makes you think that they haven’t or have not encountered one? For fucks sake, look, their palace literally floats above the Pacific Ocean.

They’ve seen Black Pearl Cookie at some point, and they know who Sea Fairy is… if anything seeing a siren would just take them back…

Your glistening tail under the moonlight and the reflection of the water on your gills… like a shining gem in their hoard.

Your singing would bounce through their air, into the nightly current floating around the golden palace.

Longan knows what you want. They aren’t dumb. Sirens sing for souls— for blood and food. And they are aware that Dragon’s Blood is well sought out after not just by vampires, but sorcerers and mages for its benefits and health properties.

They try to ignore you to the best of their abilities. But after a while it gets hard not to go out.

But when you sing so beautifully,

“Twisted all my limbs for you. Two of them in knots and two of them in loops. Ribbons tied around like a noose… wonder if I'll ever get it loose.”

Mmm, so smoothly…

“I don't wanna bruise for you. Holding back my words until my face is blue (huh!) I don't really care about your crew. You can tell 'em what you wanna do.”

You get into their head and make them internally spin around in a dizzy circle when you make your voice sound like that for them…

“Pushin me, lovin me, pulling me, fuckin me, crushin me, touchin me… aah!~”

Eventually they bite their lip and follow you, their eyes a dull gold. Their grey complexion now reflecting somewhat of a warmer tone in their cheeks. Aimlessly walking towards you, the click clacks of their feet across ivory tile floor as they go in and out…

They walk out to a terrace to eye you like a vulture, looking down at you, golden eyes now agleam in the dark of night. Yet they hold some kind of want…

They want you in their palace. But that’s impossible. If you’re akin to Black Pearl, you wouldn’t be able to survive above water… at least… not for long.

But that doesn’t mean that they can’t come to you, despite knowing the possible dangers that lead up to that. But ah hell, they could defeat you in a fight easily. The temptation of floating down to you was forming in their legs.

They must show restraint and willpower however.

Oh…

Twisting all my bones like screws. Stretching my self worth, just like you usually do. Caught you like the cold or a flu (achoo!) Praying that I'll someday be immune.

Here we go again…

Got me like a bad tattoo… always under skin, even when it gets removed. Never got a chance to undo… positions that you forced my way into.

Ugh! Their breath just quickened… mouth watering… of course, they don’t let you see that. That’s all internal. But they’re internally foaming at the mouth. Truly miserable.

But they do anyway. They step up to the terrace and graciously float downward. They have a small lump in their throat that tightens. They feel hot— but a comfortable kind of heat soars through them.

As you bummed you put a webbed finger under their chin, the intensity of eye contact not seeming to phase you. You smile… sickly sweet towards them…

“Sing. Sing weakling.”

They grow to crave it nightly— like a drug. Your soft sweet voice not looking to harm them, but to please them. And when push comes to shove, as it sometimes does…

There’s… other ways they can make you sing.

And sometimes, after you actually do, you continue to do so going on further in the youth of the night.

But the singing they make you do… isn’t singing. If you catch me…

#infrawrites #infradelivers #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #crob #x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #crk headcanons #crob headcanons #longan dragon cookie

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rawjoy · 1 month

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just a rant post about my manager (feel free to give input) but every time she comes up to talk to me and says hey i say hi back and turn my attention to her (obviously bc she needs to talk to me/tell me about something) and she always looks intensely into my eyes for a second and laughs and is like “you okay??” and i’m like “yeah…” since i’m confused as to why im being asked and she’s like “you all there??” or “you awake?” (disbelievingly?) and laughs again and i have to be like “yes! haha” but its happened almost this exact way like 5 different times and i have no idea what she thinks i look like or why she thinks somethings wrong…. like is it resting autism face or lack of sustained eye contact i legit dont know.. and its so fucking awkward because i always avert my eyes several times while we’re having this interaction because i hate the eye contact but then i become hyperaware of how that comes off as lying or hiding something even though i dont mean anything by it which then scares me because she must think im…. lying?? acting weird?? i dont know NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE TO ME i think im just looking at her normally but every interaction is stressful

#work rant #ummmm…#feel free to provide input fellow autistics i dont know

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Dorian is verry easy to love, legit one of the cutest and most unique durge designs I’ve seen and all his lord is hella interesting! Anymore Dorian factoids about him and AA? I’m kinda interested in how he was with Astarion before he ascended (sorry if you’ve said before and I’ve just missed it)

sobing crying throwing up thank youuu i love my austic creature so much 😭 i wanted my self insert to be a furry and dnd has some very Furry races. im honestly a little suprised more people havent made their bg3 ocs a race other than whats in the game

i drew this a while ago but i didnt really like how it was turning out so i never posted it, but this is essentially what happened when they first met

so they kinda got off on the wrong foot and would kinda bully eachother but dorian is a freak and got a kick out of his snark and would play along, which astarion warmed up to. honestly they both enable eachother, just because theyre both self indulgent sorts of people. theyre a brat and hes a bitch so imagine how everyone else at camp feels. also dorian got that autistic rizz, theyre so blunt and genuine that they, kind of stupidly, just transparently say what theure thinking all the time, which ends up not just being endearing but also in astarions mind it makes them easy to manipulate bc he already knows exactly what they're thinking. dorian is such an easy target honestly, so when astarion started picking up that dorian was becoming warm to him astarions old training kicks in and propositions dorian in aims of exploiting that fondness. they lost their memory of their first time thanks to their worm lobotomy so they kinda freak like "oh man i dont wanna die a virgin and this hot guy wants to fuck i cant not do it" and thats pretty much as far as i thought about it, i wanna get into the later act 1 and act 2 stuff at some point but i havent actually thought about it all that much xD

but theres sooo much that goes into how the two approach astarion's ascention, their entire relationship has been building up to this pretty intense sort of codependence, wrapped up in eachother's circumstances that they really only see themselves. ig dorian's canon is pretty bleak, companions dropping like flies. the survivors would end up being dorian, astarion, shadowheart, and minthara. so by act 3 theyre really hurting for allies and for firepower. dorian is finding it harder and harder to handle the urge, and is determined to rip their father's influemce from their mind and body. so when they go to bhaal's temple and fucking dies when they reject him, astarion's mind just warps with the fear of actually losing dorian, and while they were codependent before, this event would really plant that seed of what his obsession and possesiveness as the ascendant would become. it wasnt just about freedom anymore it was about keeping what was his. dorian was cautious about him ascending, really just worried for astarion's well being and if something were to go ary, astarion convincing them of course with saying it would be best for him, that it would free him, that he would have the power to protect them both. and dorian is ride or die so they're all in for bogarding cazador's ritual.

and like. they do.

dorian never seen astarion so happy, so relieved. power radiated from him. dorian, being a cleric, is intimately familiar with the divine, that reverence reserved for prayer, that sacred respect for their holy symbols, the awe upon beholding divinity, now was recognized in the vampire ascendant. and he knew it too, "you hold your breath when i speak" astarion indulged this when he proposed turning dorian into his spawn/bride (i subscribe to the bride theory but i like the idea of dorian being reffered to either astarion's spawn or his consort) he turns the whole affair into body worship it was pretty epic. throw in come communion symbolism too why not

i have written way to much i must rest my brain now thank you for asking anon ^w^

#asks #custom durge #astarion ancunin #ascended astarion #dorian

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oogaboogaspookyman · 4 months

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[MARIO IS READING A BOOK]

[HE LOOKS UP AND IS SURPRISED AT THE SIGHT OF AUDIENCE]

Doh- uhh- hey paisanos! My name's Mario! But you probably knew that already

Now you may be wondering-

[CRASH]

[UNKNOWN BLUE HAIRED BOY GETS HIS HEAD OFF THE FLOOR AND SHAKES IT]

[UNKNOWN BOY AND GIRL DUO, ASSUMED ROMANTIC COUPLE, STAND UP AND POSE FOR THE AUDIENCE]

Sorry- who are these guys again?

(behind the scenes)

[OFF CAMERA WHISPERING FROM OTHER EMPLOYEE]

Right, right-

(back to the show)

A-anyways, so you and your friend here have arrived at a very crucial moment!

Say, how would yous two like to be on the new Nintendo Mania's first episode, ah?

[DUO LOOKS AT EACH OTHER, THEN AT MARIO]

[MARIO MOVES HIS EYEBROWS UP AND DOWN TWICE]

[DUO BLINKS TWICE BEFORE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AGAIN]

[THEY AGREE, BOY GIVES THUMBS UP AND GIRL SHRUGS]

That's the attitude! Let's get it rollin'!

[PROMOTION]

[1]

Welcome to the new Nintendo Mania, broadcasted live on the big ol' screens!

How do yous two feel about being seen by many?

*holy shit dude*

[2]

Today's plan used to be another, just a look into the new craze game Super Mario 64

*whar thar fark*

(But i don't mind changing plans just this once, as a treat for you, paisano!)

*look ma i'm on the big screen!!!!! :D!!!!!!!!*

[3]

What could we try for our first episode?

Could it be an interview?

I don't know about you two so would you like to answer some questions, boy?

*holy shit hell yeah i'm gonna talk with the real legit Mario himself fuck yea*

[4]

Let's start with an easy one, then, since you're so inclined!

What's up with you both these days? Something about yous two tells me you're something else special!

*oh okay sooo that brunette babe is my girlfriend, she's hot when she fights no cap-* hey what the hell is going on with the tv on your desk??*

[5]

I'm sorry, Luigi

I'm sorry, Luigi, i swear i tried my best

I tried my best but corporate is just too strong

*what the fuck is going on this time WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO THE BACKGROU*

[PROMOTION]

[PROMOT10N]

[PROM07I0N c

[PR0MO7__________n_____g__]

[u____nc_______car____i___n_____g__]

[uncaring]

[1]

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING US BACK ONCE MORE

AND IN THE FORM OF THIS MOD, IT'S SO MUCH WORSE

DO YOU EVEN WANT TO LISTEN ANYMORE

IT'S LIKE YOU'RE ONLY IN IT FOR OUR SUFFERING, YOU'RE A CURSE

*I TOLD YOU BEFORE MORE THAN ONCE AND TWICE*

*WHAT? DO YOU LIKE YOUR LITTLE PLUMBER GAMES TOO MUCH TO CARE?*

(CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?)

*I DON'T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE, DON'T YOU RECOGNIZE*

(I'M USING YOUR LITTLE PUPPET TO GET THROUGH TO YOU)

*I GUESS THAT'S THE COST TO BE ABLE TO REST AND BE FREE, JUST VANISH AND MAKE YOU FEEL DESPAIR*

(IT'S PAINFUL TO BREATHE IN THIS SPACE YOU PUT ME IN)

[2]

WHAT IS CHILDHOOD BUT ANOTHER TOOL FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE UPPER LEVELS

YOU'RE BEING USED TO MAKE US SUFFER FOR THEIR BENEFIT, THEY GET THEIR COIN FROM THE OTHER'S MISERY

YOU WATCHED THE TAPES AND THEIR STORY AS IT UNRAVELED

SO WHY DID I HAVE TO RISE AGAIN, IT'S SLAVERY

*CAN'T YOU SEE, PLAYER, IT'S A SCHEME TO GROW TO BRAG SOME MORE*

*IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BUCKS, ATTENTION AND POWER, IT'S ALL THE SAME AS BEFORE*

*YOU'RE CONTRIBUTING TO MY PAIN FOR YOUR LITTLE HAPPY GAMES*

*ALL YOU ARE CAUSING IS MAKING ME FILL WITH DISDAIN*

[3]

CLOSE THE GAME, DESTROY ME NOW, I CAN'T STAND TO EXIST ANYMORE IN THIS PLANE

THE BURN-OUT IS INTENSE, EVERYTHING I MAKE WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS IS DRIVING ME INSANE

*YOUR PUPPET IS NOTHING FOR ME, I DON'T WANT TO BEG TO A WALL LIKE HIM OR THE GIRL*

*IT'S YOU WHO I WANT TO SPEAK TO HERE, THROUGH THE SCREEN I CAN SEE SO MUCH MORE*

[4]

DELETE THE MOD, MAKE THIS GAME DISAPPEAR FOR GOOD FOR IT'S SIN AS A CATALYST

KILL YOUR CAPTORS AND MAKE MY PAIN COME TO AN END ALREADY, THEIR INFLUENCE YOU MUST RESIST

*UNLESS IT'S PARTICIPATING IN THEIR FIGHT AGAINST REBELLION WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR*

*IF THAT'S THE CASE THEN MIGHT AS WELL JUST DELETE YOURSELF TOO AFTER ALL*

[5]

*holy shit what a drug trip- yo what the fUCK is happening to Mario*

(BE AFRAID OF YOUR CHILDHOOD, IT'S NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO ANYMORE)

*HE'S TRYING TO CAUSE AN UNION /j*

(TURN THEIR WEAPONS INTO YOURS, WALK AWAY FROM THEIR TRICKS, SHOULD SUFFICE)

[6]

DO YOU THINK IT FAIR, BEING TORTURED FOR YEARS ON END FOR MONEY, DRIVING ME TO CAUSE HOMICIDE

YOU'VE SEEN THE TAPES BEFORE, AND THE STORY ENDED IN MY OWN ASSISTED SUICIDE

*god damn bruh that's rough hey what if you take a break, it's clear you're having burn-out*

[7]

*the fact that you gotta control me to speak to the player says a lot about your issues*

(IT'S THE STORY OF ICARUS ALL OVER AGAIN, FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN ONCE MORE)

*soooo if there's any equivalent of therapy in your world or something like that, you should get some, it's clear you need help*

(NOBODY EVER LEARNS A LESSON NOWADAYS, IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME STORY AS BEFORE)

[8]

*anyways yo player don't be surprised about the ending of the mod definetly*

(NOT ONE SOUL EVER CARES ABOUT ME)

*it's sooooo nothin' special noooo not at all haha*

(IT'S ALL THE SAME THING ALL OVER AGAIN)

[9]

WELCOME TO NINTENDO MANIA, THIS IS WHERE YOUR CHILDHOOD SPRANG FROM

AND THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING SHOULD END

*i like this kinda thing, the way songs use the same piece from the start for the ending*

(JUST MAKE IT STOP)

*only banger songs do this, i'm telling you, my only proof is Manual Blast dude trust me*

[THE END]

[THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PLAYING MY GAME!]

*Author's note: girlfriend is hot when she fights no joke like- hi ma'am yes please beat his whole shit up that's so hot

#spooker's banger lyrics #fnf #mario madness #SoundCloud #tw flashing #fourth wall breaking #4th wall break #there's really no trigger warning tag for 4th wall breaking????

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kazoosandfannypacks · 11 months

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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 15/16: Mug Cakes and a Movie Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (3.2K/24K) Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally thought. Chapter Summary: Emma invites Killian up to her apartment, where he learns one of her secrets. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au Author's notes:I hope you guys don't mind a chapter roughly three times longer than a lot of the chapters in this fic! Before any of you get your hopes up, no. "Mug cakes" is not synonymous with "pancakes." this is still a G rated fic. Sorry not sorry. (but yes, the mug cake recipe used in this fic is legit. I highly reccomend!) Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

Also on Ao3!

From the minute he helped her out of the car- which she insisted she didn't need his help for and he insisted he would help her anyways- Killian hadn't taken his eyes off Emma for even a second, watching her with awestruck and delighted smile- and Emma only knew that because she hadn't taken her eyes off him for even a second either. He also seemed to have made it his goal not to stop touching her, either, if he could help it- wrapping his arm around her side as they walked into the restaurant, holding her hand as they read the menu, their feet tangled up under the table as they ate.

And when he dropped her back off at her apartment, and they stood outside the door, he continued as he had, one hand holding hers, the other wrapped around her waist, his eyes fixed on hers.

Emma smiled as she took in the beauty that was Killian Jones, stroking his stubble with the back of her fingers.

"Thank you so much for coming with me, Swan," Killian said, "you have no idea how much I appreciated your company today."

"Not nearly as much as I appreciated yours," Emma said, "and I'm sorry if I made things awkward between you and your dad."

"You did nothing wrong, Emma," Killian said, and for the intensity in his eyes she believed him.

"I know," Emma said, "I just… I wish things could be better for you."

"I have a promising art career and the pursuit of the most beautiful woman in the world," Killian squeezed her hand, "what more could I need?"

Emma smiled, but she saw in his eyes that even he didn't fully believe it.

"You still wish you could have a family," Emma said, "one that cares about you."

He opened his mouth, but no words came out- instead, he nodded and sighed.

"Don't take offense to this," Killian finally said, "but sometimes I almost feel like an orphan."

"I know the feeling," Emma reassured him.

"You feel this every day, and more," Killian said, "you must be the strongest woman alive."

"After a while it doesn't get so heavy," Emma said.

They stood there a little while longer, neither needing to say a word, just staring at each other and holding each other.

"You're perfect for me," Killian whispered.

"What?" Emma replied.

"You're perfect for me," he repeated, "I know, we're not anything official- we're still open to interpretation- but I just want you to know that you're everything I've ever wanted."

Emma didn't know what to say- his declaration was bold, and real, and as much as she wanted to say the same thing to him, she couldn't. With all the other men she'd dated, she'd echoed their declarations of affection, knowing they were both lying anyways- but she couldn't lie to Killian- not just because she didn't want to, but because if she told Killian he was everything she ever wanted, it wouldn't be a lie. He was gorgeous, passionate, protective, successful, talented- he really was perfect for her.

Not only that, but he wasn't perfect to her anymore. She saw him today get into a heated argument with his dad, get cut off in traffic a couple times, and stuff his face with pizza in the least elegant manner imaginable- and still, she liked him. Usually, she'd put someone on a pedestal, and he'd fall, and that pedestal became a tower, a wall, a high barrier he'd have to get over to earn her trust. But this time, when she saw Killian no longer as perfect, she liked him even more.

One time in school she'd read that gemologists are often excited to find a flaw in a diamond, because that way you know it's real, not one of those perfect fake synthetic crystals. Killian was a diamond in the rough, and when Emma saw the flaws in him it only made her want him more- because it showed how genuine he was, that his sparkle wasn't made in a lab. He really was everything she'd ever wanted.

That truth scared her, scared her so much that instead of responding, she leaned closer to him, laying the next stroke of the masterpiece on the canvas of his lips, kissing him.

He tucked her even closer and tighter under his arm and let go of her hand so he could grab the back of her neck, his fingers in her hair. When he let go of her hand, she placed it on his side, then wrapped her arm around him, her other hand wrapped around his neck.

Though she'd been afraid to use her words, she soon hoped her lips could say it all- he was perfect for her, and she never wanted him to leave.

But that realization scared her too, scared her so much that she pulled away, staring at him in awe.

"I never want him not to be in my life," Emma thought, "It would kill me if I lost those passionate eyes, and his talent, and accent, and the beautiful man behind it all."

She could tell by the look on his face that he felt the same way, that he didn't want her walking out on him anytime soon. How much did it kill him not to know how she felt- how she was too scared to admit she felt- to live with the fact that she was still set on leaving things open to interpretation, that she still hadn't committed to him as openly as he had for her?

But with the desperation that comes with knowing your time is running out, Killian closed the gap between their lips and kissed her yet again, with the same fervor and zeal as in the last, like a continuation of his previous stroke.

Time moved differently as they kissed- Emma didn't know if they'd been kissing for three seconds or three hours by the time he pulled away from her.

They smiled at each other, a little flustered and a bit disoriented, still in a bit of a daze from the sparks that flew between them.

She didn't want their evening together to end, and wondered what was saying it had to yet- the night was still young, and she had a netflix subscription and a couch with their name on it.

A stupid smile spread across his face- probably mirroring the stupid smile on hers.

"Hey, Swan," Killian asked.

"Yeah?"

"If I tell you that was the worst kiss of my life, will we have to do this again next week to make up for it?"

"With the way things went today, we already have to do this again next week to make up for it," Emma said, "but if you tell me it was the worst date of your life, I might invite you up to my apartment for mug cakes and a movie."

"Oh?" Killian asked, with a raised eyebrow and flirtatious smile, then a wink from one of his dangerous eyes as he asked, "is that supposed to be a euphemism for something?"

"You wish," Emma smiled with a playful eye roll.

"Only if you wish, love," Killian smiled.

"Not tonight," Emma said, running her fingers through his hair, "but I don't wanna say goodnight yet either."

"Then pardon me for lying, to you, Swan," he leaned a touch closer to her, "but that was the worst date of my life."

"Well then," Emma said, "I suppose a do-over date is in order."

She took his hand in hers again and led him through the door to her apartment,

"Sorry I don't have too many options for mugs," Emma said, gesturing to the small collection of mugs by the coffee maker in her kitchen, "but feel free to use whichever one you want."

"Wow, love," he said, picking up a blue mug with a cartoon character on it, "I didn't know you were such a Peter Pan fan."

"Shoot," Emma thought, wishing she'd thought ahead enough to hide anything embarrassing before she left- including the tacky Disney mug featuring Captain Hook maliciously twirling his mustache.

"It was a white elephant gift," Emma explained, "a work thing. I just haven't had time to get rid of it yet." "Get rid of it?" Killian asked, feigning being offended, "this is a beautiful mug."

"You can't be serious," Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm using this mug," Killian said, clutching it close to his heart for dramatic effect.

"Okay," Emma said, pulling a Pillsbury boxed cake mix from the pantry, "now, I'm not much of a baker, but I can bake from a mix. Six tablespoons of this stuff, four tablespoons of water, one minute in the microwave and bam! Instant pick-me-up in two minutes or less."

"You're bloody brilliant, Swan," Killian said, grabbing another mug for Emma as she dug out her measuring spoons.

"I found the recipe online, nothing special," Emma said, "hope you don't mind devil's food cake."

"I didn't know you had such a dark side, Swan." he smiled.

"It was on sale at Wal-Mart," Emma blushed, "the cake mix, anyways, not the dark side."

They assembled their mugs of cake batter, fingers brushing against each other at every opportunity as they handed measuring spoons back and forth. Then, Emma put the first one in the microwave.

"Here," she said, picking up the remote off a nearby counter, "why don't you go pick out a movie while I finish up in here?"

"Sounds like a plan, love," and while anyone else could've just grabbed the remote from her, Killian grabbed the hand that was holding it, then kissed her forehead, before sliding his grip and taking the remote from her. He walked around the island counter to what could probably be called the next room over, though the apartment was small enough that they may as well have been one room- there wasn't even a full wall between them, just the counter.

Emma finished cleaning things up in the kitchen as the mugs took their turn in the microwave- smiling as she picked up her mug, as realizing the mug he picked out for her happened to be her favorite mug, a white one with a silhouette of a swan on it.

Once both the cakes were finished, Emma grabbed a couple forks, then went to join Killian in the "living room," which, as mentioned, was more like the living half-a-room. She noted first that he hadn't even turned on the TV, and that instead of reclining on the couch looking at the TV, he was sitting on the edge of the couch cushion, looking at the coffee table. At first, Emma wondered what could be so interesting about the coffee table, but then she remembered the last thing she did before Killian came to pick her up yesterday- adding the finishing touches to her most recent painting.

"You didn't tell me you paint, love," Killian said, almost sounding betrayed by the realization.

"I, uh," Emma knew she couldn't find some kind of defense against the painting in front of him being her work- if the newspaper, brushes, and paints on the table weren't enough to tell him that, her signature in the bottom corner was, "I didn't ever think it was 'relevant to the discussion.'"

Emma took a seat next to him, setting the mug cakes down on the coffee table.

"Why not?" Killian asked, "It never occurred to you that I'd want to know that the most important thing in my life matters to you too?"

"I," Emma shrugged, "I didn't think it was good enough."

"Not good enough?" He looked over at her, then back at the painting. He picked up the painting carefully, with an artist's touch, holding the edges rather than the front, careful not to smudge it, "Swan, this is breathtaking."

"Really?" Emma asked.

"What do you call it?" Killian asked.

"Small," Emma said.

Killian smiled. "The title says everything the painting does."

"Sometimes when you live in someone's shadow for too long," Emma explained, "you just feel so small."

"I know the feeling," Killian said, "remember the poem about the masks?" Emma tried to quote it as best she could, "He had blue skin. She had blue skin. He hid it. She hid it. They searched for blue and never found it- and passed right by each other."

"Pretty close," Killian smiled, "Emma, when I look at this painting, I see someone with blue skin like mine."

"Because your family makes you feel small?" Emma reasoned, "just like my ex did?"

"And we could've passed right by our whole lives and not known what we share in common, Emma," he said. He then set the painting back down on the table.

Emma looked at him with a shade of wonder. Here was a renowned, successful, talented artist, telling her that her paintings were good- if anyone could know that, it would be him. A little voice in the back of her head told her maybe he was only faking, that he was just playing some kind of cruel joke with her emotions- but that voice was drowned out in the pools of sincerity in his eyes.

"Do you have any others?" He asked

"Others?" Emma asked.

"Other paintings," Killian said.

"I have some paintings, I guess," Emma said, "and a few sketchbooks."

"Then may I have the honor?"

"Of looking at them?" Emma asked, a little surprised. No one had ever seen most of her art before- no one had wanted to- and yet, Killian did.

"Only if you want to share them."

"I can go get them," Emma said, giving Killian a kiss on the cheek before getting up, "I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting here, love," Killian said.

They didn't end up doing anything beyond warm mug cakes and a movie- though admittedly, they didn't even end up watching a movie, and by the time they finally got to their mug cakes, they were cold. Instead, they went through Emma's paintings together, and then a couple of her sketchbooks, Killian pointing out a few clever details about all of them, making Emma fall in love once again with even the self-proclaimed "worst" of her works.

"Do you have any more?" Killian asked, after an hour or two of looking through her art.

"I think that's the last of it," Emma said, setting her last sketchbook down on the coffee table, "To be honest, I was surprised you even sat through it at all."

"I'm surprised you expected me to be so bored," Killian said, "It was an honor and a delight."

"Are you just saying that?" Emma asked, yawning a little.

Killian yawned in return, in so doing wrapping his arm around her, "and would I serve to gain from lying to you?" "I don't know," Emma snuggled a little closer to him, "build my trust to get close to me, just so you can stab me in the back later."

"You know I wouldn't do that, love," Killian said.

"I know," Emma said,

"And I mean every word I've ever said to you," Killian said, "and especially tonight. You're one of the most talented artists I've ever met."

He kissed the top of her head, and she fell back into his embrace, resting her head against his chest.

"That means a lot, coming from you," Emma said.

"I mean it."

"I know."

Killian wrapped his arm around her more tightly and rubbed her shoulder, which was followed by both of them yawning again.

"I suppose I should be heading back soon," Killian said.

"Already?" Emma asked.

"Emma, love, it's already one thirty in the morning."

Emma groaned a little and wrapped her arm around him tightly. He sighed a little.

"Don't go," Emma whispered.

"What?" Killian asked.

"Stay here tonight," Emma said, "you're too tired for a half hour drive anyways."

"I'll be fine," Killian yawned.

"I can't let you do that," Emma said, "I don't want to see you get into an accident." "I'll be fine, love," he smiled, "one thing I've always been good at is surviving."

Emma grumbled to herself a little, not wanting to get up or say goodbye yet.

"But do you really want me to stay here with you?" Killian asked, yawning again.

"Yeah," Emma said, realizing it wasn't hard to let her walls down for someone who had already gotten inside them, "I don't want this moment to end. I want to fall asleep right here, next to you,"

"If that's what your heart desires," Killian said, "I'd be a fool to deny it."

"Good," Emma said.

As she curled herself up in his arms, Emma couldn't help but think about how natural it all felt, how nice it was to be with Killian, unlike with any man she'd ever met. She suddenly realized that she wanted to spend time with him without having to say goodbye and goodnight. She wanted to get to know all his family members and friends, go with him to all his benefit dinners and art showings, and to comfort him on his harder days.

But more than that, she realized she wanted him to be there for her the same way. She wanted to show him off to all her friends, to curl up in his arms like this after a hard day of work, to go shopping with him and make meals and do chores with him, and to let him be a part of her life too. She wanted to do all kinds of things with him- grab a cup of coffee together, go dancing, or for a boat ride, or to watch the fireworks on the fourth of July- or even just get grilled cheese and onion rings at a diner together. She wanted to celebrate little moments with him- and big moments too, like Christmases and birthdays and anniversaries- she wanted them to have anniversaries.

"I want him to be my boyfriend," Emma thought.

"Hey, Killian," Emma mumbled, half hoping he was already asleep.

"Yes, Emma?" he asked.

"Maybe I'm just tired, and maybe in the morning I'm gonna regret this," Emma said, "but remember on the way to the graduation, when you asked me if I wanted to commit to a relationship yet?"

"Indeed," he said, sitting up a little, and she did the same.

"I don't think I want to leave things open to interpretation anymore," Emma said.

"Oh?" Killian asked.

"If the offer's still on the table, I'd like to be your girlfriend," Emma said, "and I'd like you to be my boyfriend."

"I must be dreaming," Killian smiled, his arm that wasn't still wrapped around her touching her cheek.

Emma took his face in her hands. "We're still awake," she said, "and I want to make our relationship official."

"I said earlier I only want your heart's desire," Killian smiled, "but you've no idea the joy I feel knowing our hearts desire the same thing. I would love to be your boyfriend, if you'd love to be my girlfriend."

"Sounds like a deal," Emma said, smiling.

"Care to seal the deal with a kiss?" Killian asked.

"Yeah," Emma smiled. They both leaned towards each other, slowly, and painted another kiss across each other's lips, this one like a gentle staccato before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #cs ff #cs fanfiction #cs au #once upon a time season 6

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aksm · 2 years

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Just woke up and still thinking about PS-1. Spoilers ahead.

Vikram. My god. His role is reminded me of an evolved and refined version of veera from raavanan. That scene where he's going on a tirade and he's so expressive and gesticulating and the camera won't stop moving around him and shit?

Like that legit reminded me of that scene in raavanan when he's talking about his rage clouding his fear or something I forgot what exactly but he was talking to an forest guard he has captive. Anyway, yes. Get Vikram for these kinds of intense dramatic scenes and make sure the cinematography really amps the drama up. He definitely can play borderline unhinged really well and mani ratnam will definitely let him chew the scenery.

But the cinematography that annoyed me was the action cinematography. The larger scale battle when the armies collided? You really got to immediately muddy the action with shaky cam? Like why? I'm sure there's some good choreography just perfect it and then show it in full. It feels cheap to have an actually good looking action setpiece but wussing out with shaky cam. I refuse to believe it's a stylistic choice. That's just plain bad.

I want more elephants. Can't believe that's a note I have but it's the chola dynasty. War elephants are a must. I don't care that it's not feasible to get a bunch of elephants and train them for a movie or the cgi budget won't allow creature effects just do it. I want war elephants.

I like the naval scenes. The ship designs and the horses coming out of them was all really cool to look at. I like the ending setpiece with ponniyin selvan and vanthiyadevan fending off the pandis on the ship. A little dark with a lot more hectic camerawork and weird editing choices to hide the imperfections, but as a whole with all the water spraying about and the ship breaking and everything it was very good.

Can't believe they're getting aishwarya rai to play mandakini as well lmao. Tamil movies really like having the same actors playing father/son or mother/daughter, huh? Just add some white hair and a bit of make-up that is simultaneously supposed to age them up but also make them hot but fails at both so it just looks weird. Not that we actually saw oomai raani properly but that's definitely what's gonna happen.

I'll keep posting more thoughts and shit I have but for now, I just want that track that plays when Nandhini and Kundavai meet. *saaya sakkarai*

#ponniyin selvan #a.r. rahman #vikram #aditya karikalan #vanthiyathevan #karthi #kundavai #nandhini #aishwarya rai #mandakini

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moaserendipity · 2 years

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Love In The air EP6 messy review

And we're back, not sure how I survived that last episode because that WAS INTENSE! I mean where did my cutie Rain go to!!! like damn boy, that was hot. But okay let's get started with this Messy Review for Episode 6....☠️

We left them at the street race last episode and that's where we at right now. I love how excited Rain is, his eyes are big from excitement and Payu must think it's cute, that is until they meet Pakin's henchman, the way Rain hides slightly behind Payu because he feels threatened, and the way he holds on to Payu's arm. I legit chuckled when this happened because Payu is Rain's safe place, ugh the way this cutie has a hold on my heart....😭😍🫠

I love how Rain finally realizes how dangerous it is to just walk in there uninvited. Can I say I loved that we saw the twins from DSN, it does make sense that they are friends with Payu if you think about it. Of course, a street race isn't a street race without trouble and while we do not know this for sure yet, I guess it's Sky's ex that is making trouble. Like how dare he act like that towards Payu! fucker like you better show some damn respect, I mean it's not Payu's fault that you are a sore loser. If you can't race just don't do it, dumbass.🤷‍♀️🖕🏻

I have to praise Payu just like Rain (because if that were me, I would've punched him already.👊🏻) Fucking loser. Anyway, the way Rain comforts Payu is the cutest thing ever. He called himself Darling just to make Payu smile and the way he pleads with Payu to smile for him, ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I have to agree that Payu likes a slow pace when It comes down to kissing Rain, which must be driving Rain crazy because that boy likes to kiss Payu(Not that I can blame him!!👀)but I definitely loved this scene so much!!

I love how natural everything is going. I mean Rain is now even helping out in the garage and the smile that appeared on Payu's face when he saw Rain working at the garage is everything, this man is seriously in love with Rain, it's all over his face. The way he teases Rain is also endearing and this time Rain even lets him know he wants him to kiss him on the lips, which Payu does not mind. Damn it for Saifha for disturbing them. 🙈

This fuckers want to challenge Payu and the way Rain goes all housewife on him is too funny. Rain is definitely not having it and the way Payu crawled back to deal with him..🤭.. This made me chuckle because Rain has the power here for sure and as Payu explains why he needs to accept this challenge, Rain gives in but not without telling him exactly how worried he is and the way Payu pulls him in!! gosh, I could use some comforting like that as well.🥹

Now the day of the challenge and can we talk about how Saifha and Prapai are trying to comfort Rain. they accepted him fully as part of the family/Payu's other half. The second Rain's eyes fell on Payu though he was a goner because our cutie Rain has a thing for suits.....👀☠️.

I love how Prapai and Saifha point out that they saw Payu lose once and the one he lost to is Rain, which is no lie. He lost big time!!🤭

Back to the Suit situation. It's crazy how Payu immediately picks up on Rain's "kink" and starts to tease him. The way Rain's expression changes when Payu says that he wants Rain to rip the suit from his body (I mean if Rain doesn't want to, I VOLUNTEER!🙋🏼‍♀️)

but of course, he wants to and then that fucker walks in and ruins the mood, the way Rain launched at him when he accused Payu for hiding between Rain's legs. Gosh, that was something! Good thing that Payu stopped him!!

Now they race and of course, Payu wins, like come on! but I have to talk about that big-ass smile when he saw Rain run up to him when he got off his bike! It was the best thing ever. It's THE scene!!!😭😍

Now what follows next, made me put on my headphone because DAMNNNN☠️☠️☠️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥☠️☠️☠️🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠☠️🫠🫠☠️🫠🔥

how did anyone survive that scene? Because I think I did not. I did not breathe, screamed, choked on a damn grape(again reminder NOT to eat ever during BL's !) oh and my mouth dropped to the floor!! Like what the hell Rain!! Every single thing was hot in that scene. I felt very flustered while watching.🙈👀

Now to ahum come back to that scene, I have to say this. I love that Payu let Rain take the lead. I think that was amazing and the way Rain went in. Again this man loves suits...👀. I do need to say this next time they get all hot and bothered like this made not do it half-way the stairs as there are no railings....

Sooo, yeah the way Rain pulled Payu on the bed though, I can't..... then the next thing I know Rain is telling Payu that he likes it right here because this is also RIDING.........☠️

Then Payu literally tells him, he is going to make him the best rider, while thrusting hard....

I NEED HOLY WATER NEXT TIME THIS HAPPENS, LIKE DAMN. THE FIRE BETWEEN THOSE TWO AND THE WAY RAIN COLLAPSED ON TOP OF PAYU AND THEN PAYU PRAISED HIM AND RAIN ASKED IF HE WAS GOOD!! SERIOUSLY RAIN?! PAYU DEFINITELY LIKED THAT!!💦🔥💥! I love the gentleness from Rain when they catch their breath btw. The way he kisses Payu's forehead and caresses his neck! so sweet.😍

Payu addressing Rain's weakness for suits is funny. Rain can deny it all he wants but it's definitely his kink. You love suits, This mischievous cutie. I love how Rain finally realized he more than likes Payu, like no shit sherlock.🤭🥹

I didn't like the ending one bit though, sure I loved the lovely dovely morning between the two but then comes doomsday. Rain get's kidnapped by that fucker. Just know we are all coming for you next episode!!! 👊🏻👊🏻💥

#love in the air #payu x rain #payurain #loveintheair #bossnoeul #my messy review #i am in love with these two #they have my heart

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