#literally based on a book called calm the fuck down

[starzshopoflove]

Worlds biggest snoop

Soap is nosy as fuck and drags poor Gaz into his nonsense, Ghost just misses you.

Notes: fem reader! sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader, Soap is nosy, drabble! (WC:936)

Okay, it was bound to happen eventually. Simons on deployment and his poor little civilian girlfriend is left all alone in her little bookshop while he's away on base. Of course he told you before he left and, you both made sure to spend plenty of time together on dates (and in bed)

You send him off with plenty of hugs and kisses reminding him to call whenever he has time and not to forget to take care of himself. Simon would probably keep a few photos of you in his gallery in a locked album that he looks at every night before sleeping once he’s called you.

This man is so paranoid, he even changes his wallpaper. It was a photo of you holding a pie you both made together ( he stood on the side reading the instructions while you did all the work bc you were to scared he would mess with the dough, this man has lived off of mre’s and meat his ass can NOT bake) with a little ghost dough shape baked on the top. Now its just a picture of a pile of books with your glasses on the top of the stack. Easy enough to pass off as a nice photo and still something to remind him of you.

He makes sure he has no trace of you on him once he's on base. Save for the one picture he has of you both holding a big bouquet of flowers side by side, he's staring at you stare at the camera like a love sick puppy, while you're smiling so wide your eyes are shut. That's the only thing he will keep on him, if he dies on the field he wants the last thing he sees to be you. Other than that he risks nothing.

Plain clothes that don't have your smell, none of the fancy lotions you’ve forced him to use, none of the little trinkets you slip in his pocket, none of the little letters you've slipped in his bag (He saved those to read when he came back).

Nothing.

But he was bound to fuck up eventually no?

Soap was the first to get nosy. His LT was never this calm or relaxed on deployment. He rushed a little more to get to his office each night. What was even weirder is he would lock the door this time, he never locked the door.

So of course he started taking matters into his own hands. Standing behind Ghost when he was sitting down on his phone, once he even saw him scroll past the locked album. He didn't open it of course. He never opened that unless he was alone, but he scrolled past it and Soap could see the album title.

Your Initial with a heart next to it.

This is when all the bells actually went off in his head. At first he thought Ghost finally went to therapy (LMAO NO) or maybe picked up a hobby (DOUBLE NO), but heart emojis? What on Gods green earth had moved thee Ghost to using a heart emoji

Soap was sticking like glue to Simon, reluctantly he tolerated this. Except of course when 9pm rolled around and he was kicking him out of the office. 

“Come on Lt, what you gettin 'rid ‘f me for? Not like yer gonna wank in the office yeah?” 

“Get out” 

“Aw come on can't spare ya favorite sargent a couple hours to entertain?”

Soap was whining at this point just being an annoying little shit to try and break him.

“Out”

Ghost just dragged him out by the collar like a misbehaved kitten.

Making a show of it Johnny walked down the halls wailing about how Ghost must hate him and that their friendship means nothing, while Simons just watched him tumble around dramatically wrapping his arms around Gaz. 

Once he hears the click of Ghost's office door locking he instantly straightens up, face locked on like he's on a mission and arm wrapped around Gaz like iron. 

Gaz the poor boy, is verily confused watching this interaction, more confused as to why Soap is dragging him to their Lt’s door.

"C’mon”

Soap hisses pressing his ear on the door motioning Kyle to do the same. 

“Fuck is you doing?”

Gaz is looking as Soap like a child who's about to get a shot, lips pursed tightly, eyes narrowed up. Course Johnny just pulls him to press up too.

Price probably just walks past them mumbling some nonsense about kids these days ignoring it, the less he knows the better

The 2 stand there in silence for a good moment until they hear the classic dialing of a number and the shifting of what sounds like Ghost taking off his mask. 

Then, the sound of a woman's voice?

“Well you look awfully tired”

Oh my god Lt’s calling a woman

Your voice is chirpy and bright probably since you’ve got the night shift and had enough sleep to run the shop for the night. You little chitters of how your day went and questions of concern filled the room soothing Simon's nerves of whatever he was worrying about that day. 

Soap and Gaz are jaw slacked behind the door staring at each other listening to this. Lt’s bird chirping through the little phone speaker and him actually replying in full sentences in a soft warm tone they didn't know existed 

The 2 scatter before the call ends giggling to each other, well Soap giggling Gaz trying to process how Lt got a girl before him

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[victoria-grimesss]

Price Headcanons ~SFW & NSFW~

masterlist ->Paring: Captain John Price x F!Reader ->Warning: fluff, romance, smut down below >:) ->A/N: MDNI! I've had some of these floating around my head and had to write them down.

SFW:

This man needs a vacation, he needs to sit on the beach and drink a little something with an umbrella vacation.

I imagine even if he went on vacation, he would be the "feel free to text me if anything comes up I'm just a flight away" kinda guy. Please someone make him relax.

He's a romantic guy for sure, will kiss you on the hand and bring you flowers without asking.

When you go out to eat he will open the car door, the restaurant door, and pull out the chair for you because the woman he loves will NOT be touching a door. He gives you a wink once he tucks your chair in.

When he's home, especially right after he gets back he loves nothing more than to sit side by side and read your books together, make him a good cup of tea and he's sending heart eyes your way.

His favorite way to sleep is with you right on top of him. Out on the job he sleeps with his gear on, so he's become accustomed to having a weight on his chest when he sleeps, he feels uneasy without it. But when you lay onto of him like that he's out like a light.

He gets nightmares frequently, if you're a light sleeper he apologizes for waking you up but you never complain and for that he cannot repay you. If you're a heavy sleeper and you don't wake up he'll calm his beating heart and find comfort in your scent and soft breaths. Sometimes he wants to talk about it sometimes he doesn't, it depends on the severity and if he wants to plague you with it. At times he just wants to lay with you in his arms, he's safe at home with you, his boys are safe at their homes, everything is okay.

He's built a steady routine over the years, part of that routine is waking up ten minutes before he's supposed to so he can admire you when you sleep and hold you close to his bare chest, he loves these mornings.

He trusts you with his life, and with that he'll let you trim up his beard, a barber botched it once and Gaz laughed at him, so he said you're the only other person allowed to do it now.

He definitely falls asleep when watching TV and when you try to change it he'll wake up and say he's watching it.

One time you washed his hat without telling him and he panicked like when you lose your wallet. You had to pre-soak his hat twice to get it semi-normal.

I imagine him as a good cook but a shit baker. He gets frustrated when he tried to follow a cake recipe for your birthday and can't find the recipe under the person's life story. He went to the store and bought one then wrote your name on it.

He loves it when he can show off how strong he is, sometimes you'll pretend you can't open a jar just so he can crack his knuckles and "show you how its done".

He's over the moon if you ask him to show you how to fish, even more elated if you offer it as a date idea.

He loves to sit at the counter and listen to you talk about your day. He's a sucker about your voice and could listen to you talk about literally anything.

He calls you on his way back to base and talks to you on the drive home, makes the drive go faster.

He starts ring shopping 2 months after you two started dating, he knew you were the one.

He almost threw up when he proposed, he was so fucking nervous but the night went perfectly.

Definitely carried you through the door of your shared place when you got married, he's old fashioned like that.

His dad jokes are out of this world awful, but you laugh at them even if it hurts, because you love him.

Loves to have the team over to watch sport matches, when you were house shopping he always referenced about having them over when the two of you would view the living room.

When the two of you are out he puts a hand on the small of you back to guide you through crowds.

NSFW:

His stamina is impressive, he's an older guy but he can go for rounds and those rounds are heavy and sweaty.

Alot of things you do turn him on, kiss him on the spot where his neck meets his head, touch his knee and move you hand slowly up, tell him how much you missed him, tell him he looks good in that shirt, wear that shirt, really anything you do turns the man on.

John Price loves to love you through and through this man is a giver.

He will kiss you from ankle all the way up, muttering about how good you looked today and how much he was thinking about getting you out of these clothes.

Not possessive but more protective. Your relationship is built on mutual respect for one another, although there is a trend between the times when you get a little more attention from other guys and when he absolutely fucks your brains out. He denies it the next morning.

He uses his voice to his advantage. He purrs in your ear hours before he undresses you, light light touches and honeyed words butter you up to the point you're begging for him to take your clothes off. "You need me this bad love? Desperate girl." He wears a devilish smile.

Certified pussy eating master and I stand by that. That man can go forever between your thighs, his eyes roll to the back of his head when he first licks you, you'll have to pry him away beard soaked with evidence of his skills.

Good with his hands too, he angles then just the right way to find your G-spot, all while saying the dirtiest things just so he can feel you clench around his fingers. "You like that, fuck look at you dripping down my hand."

He loves when you grip his arms when he drives himself into you, you leave nail marks and he gets off on it. That you're feeling so good from what he's doing to you that you have to hold on that tight.

Favorite positions would be missionary, cowgirl, or anything where he can look you in the eyes so he can see your reaction when he slides it in so agonizingly slow.

Loves it when you ride him, front facing so he can see you cum. He makes you wear his hat for sure. And when it dips too low in front of your eyes he'll stop all movement just to fix it. "There's my pretty girl." He grinds into you to start again.

You guys fucked in his car once and he loved it, couldn't do it again though. His back hurt too much the next day.

Guilty pleasure is hotel sex. The both of you get a nice big room at a fancy hotel, have sex in clean white sheets making a mess of the newly made bed, he fucks you in the bed, the shower, the desk, over the dresser, and against the wall, afterwards you two order all you can eat room service.

He loves getting blowjobs when he smokes, something about the combination of the two make his head dizzy in a wonderful way.

Heavy on safe-words and making sure you feel the best you can when you two have sex, always checking in on you but in the most seductive ways as to not lose the mood.

Price loves to praise you, before during and after he's telling you how good you're doing and how beautiful you look taking him so well.

Most of the time he asks you where he should cum, he just likes hearing you say it, it gets him off harder.

Aftercare!! John is big on it, he'll take you to the bathroom and you'll have a bath together or shower, he'll give you extra time when he leaves so he can change the bedding and put on a sweet movie.

If your muscles ache he'll take a body oil or lotion and gets those knots out with those expert hands, he prefers it when you're naked for these massage sessions, easier to get all your sore spots he says.

More than half the time this result in another session and neither of you are complaining.

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peepaw for the win!!!

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[jinkiezzsstuff]

Rivalry To Romance

velvette x f!reader

Summary: You worked in cosmetics at the Vee tower alongside Velvette, unfortunately you’ve never gotten along. You found her obnoxious and she found you to be a pest. However you struggle with yourself on whether you truly hate her or just can’t accept your true emotions.

Warnings: Fem reader, reader throws things again so does velvette, valentinos presence yuck, suggestive but nothing serious. No mention of readers hairtype, bodytype or skin colour, shorter than i originally wanted womp but I think that’s it but lmk

Word count: 2.5k

we need more velvette i love her so much and there’s like no info on her character or back story at least that i could find woomp womp im trying clear up what i have drafted but sheesh im so picky and a perfectionist about it i wish i was a writing machine that it could come directly out of my brain like i see it y’know?

“I fucking hate her!” You screeched tossing make up across the room at your assistant. “Please, calm down, my head hurts.” Angel whined from your couch as you paced around him, your assistant booking it after the second thing, that being a vase, was thrown.

“I can't, she's intolerable, seriously. A brat.” You grit plopping down onto the cushion beside him. The two of you were in the Vee tower, you being what Velvette would call ‘the shadow of the vees’, you got in on the triangle based on accessibility; for the Vees that is. You were a cosmetic creator and produced varying products for demons of all kinds, not only was it beneficial for Valentino's pornstars but Velvette’s models.

When you were a self employed business it was still very lucrative, and getting around quickly. Gaining the opportunities to work with overlords, sinners you never expected as well as selling and gaining quicker than you could’ve imagined. It wasn’t long until Velvette had caught onto the rage, and that’s how you ended up in the tower working alongside her.

It was terrible from the start; you weren’t some meek little demon, yet Velvette treated you like you were some Imp! You hated her bratty, disrespectful loud mouth and you never failed to let her know.

BIting your nails down too low without realizing, Angel grabbed your hand successfully stopping you, and leaned forward. “Hey listen I know how it is to have a sucky boss. Heh, literally.” Angel snickered to himself while you muttered that she wasn’t your boss. “But if i’m being honest, it sounds like sexual frustration,” He twiddled his fingers at you while a sly smile pulled at his lips.

You gaped at him, head falling forward in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me, hah, no fucking way dude!” You exclaimed, leaning back, you sighed frustrated at the conversation. “Oh shit, gotta go toots, boss is calling. Thanks for letting me up, see ya later.”

You waved by to Angel watching him go. Sitting with your elbows on your knees you stared off into space. Sure you suppose you admired her, sure, she was pretty, occasionally sure you’d check her out admiring how the clothes fit her, but that was purely platonic! Velv was a fashion designer, of course she knows how to accentuate her natural beauty.

And perhaps there were times when you couldn’t quite decide what you felt for her questioning your intentions second guessing your actions. Sometimes as you gazed at her while she worked, you wanted to ease her up a little, relax her from the stress whether that be from praise, a gentle rub or kiss, or something a little more promiscuous; you simply wanted to be her relief.

Other times you wanted to fight her and bitch her out, and then fuck her? You actually didn’t know and it drove you insane, but Angel was the first to spot the way you acted, overly aggressive.

You groaned, frustration emitted from you very clearly as you tugged at your hair. Standing you walk quickly toward Velvette’s and yours’ work sections on the tower's mid floor. Velvette stood at a table when you walked in, she only barely turned her head to you, too busy studying fabrics and colours.

“What’s the pretentious brat got cooking today?” You say walking up beside her looking down at the table. Rolling her eyes she turned to you hand on her hip. “Can you piss off? I’ve got shit to do, real work, not lazing around with a whore.”

Rolling your eyes right back at her, you looked down to the table. “Angels no more of a whore than that filthy moth.” You muttered fingering the fabrics, eyes dancing around the blueprints for an outfit.

“What’re these for?” You ask, meeting her gaze, a bored look plagued her face, but she loosened up slightly at the mention of her work. “These are the new blueprints for our outfits for the upcoming broadcast Vox has planned. He wants to market tech, pornos, clothing and your cosmetics so everything’s gotta be right.”

Velvette looked down harshly at the things laid out in front of her, you could see the gears working in her head as her eyes flicked around the different blueprints, fabrics and rough drafts. You hummed, flicking through a particular set of blueprints that caught your eye. “I’m sure you’ll do great hun, always do.” You muttered absentmindedly, barely focusing on the praise that came from your lips.

Velvette’s head jerked back a bit, eyes watching you. She wasn’t expecting such softly said words to come from you so suddenly, but she definitely didn’t mind it. “Do you want something specific?” Looking toward her you shrugged, trying to ignore the yearning you had to be nearer.

“Just a dress, suppose the only request I have is that I look the part.” You didn’t mean for it to come off sad however, it did, and Velvette felt the rare sting of guilt ping past her heart. She was in fact the one who fought with you the most on who was worthy in the tower, but she always felt you were trying to replace her as “the guru”.

The fight you had earlier was present in your mind as you stood there, it was dumb another thing that sent you spiralling. You stomped off and straight into Angel, thank goodness for that because his presence calmed you surprisingly. The fight was about time slots with models, mainly because one model had been held up by Velvette because she was being a snooty princess again about what the model wore, meanwhile time was ticking on how much time you had to do said model's makeup.

Which ended up spiralling into a screaming cat fight, where you tossed things at her and she tossed them back slinging a slew of colour insults at you as she did so. Normally you and Velvette never apologised but as you stood there beside her looking over stuff you felt as though the moment of peace was close enough to an apology.

“Do you really wanna go to this?” You asked breathing in deeply, catching hints of her perfume that left a warm familiar feeling in your chest. “Hm not really, but we have to.” Picking up navy blue colours, she stacked the square fabrics together.

Swallowing you ask; “What’s your favourite colour?” Stunned Velvettes hands stalled their actions, her eyes meeting yours. You were waiting looking neutrally at her, you simply wanted to know. It was easy to see Voxs was arrays of blues, Val’s pink and red, you fancied emerald and sea greens, and her.. you didn’t know, hot pink?

“I fancy whites, purples, plums…” Trailing off finger to her mouth in thought, she nodded one sternly. “White and plum.” You smile ever so slightly it was a decent conversation for sure. But it definitely didn’t help you inner fight about your feelings for her.

~

Today was the day of the broadcast, the lot of you ventured to Valentinos floor of the tower, doing it up for a big show. There were tons of tables set up, lighting, cameras; the porn stars were done up thanks to you and Velv, they sat on a plush couch their section was going to be an ‘interview with the stars’ no doubt being entirely fake lies. Angel was a part of the cast, much to your dismay, you’d rather him be far from Valentino, but that wasn’t possible. Another area was new improved tech, with tech nerds ready to present and push the new models Voxtech had made.

Off to the back was Velvette’s section where various manikins stood cladded in Velvette’s best work, there were also models present around waiting to pose with the manikins. Your area felt blander than the rest, your cosmetics sat on varying different platforms that lifted them aesthetically, and you had a few head models with you, cameras focused in on only their eyes and lips for the occasional shot. In the middle of the room was where you, Velvette, Vox and Valentino would be.

The lot of you were going to be standing tall with wide smiles, the only one who was set to talk was Vox, the rest of you were just their to claim name to your things. Velvette was running around taking Sinstagram stories and pictures of everything around, building anticipation and hype for everything to come.

You watched her bounce around every now and again yelling at a worker or model about their place here, before getting back to puttering around. She wore a white dress with hearts at the bottom, and her hair was done up in a classic poof instead of her straightened pigtails. “Admiring the goods?” Angel asks, scaring the shit out of you, gasping you grabbed your chest in shock. “Fuck Angel don’t do that to me, and ye- wait what?”

Angel cackled an accusatory finger pointed to you. “Oh cmon! Even Val knows you’re into her, and that’s him.” You stared in disbelief before shaking your head no rapidly. “How would he even know? We barely spend time near each other, I hate him more than Velv.”

Angel scoffed, crossing two sets of his arms he leant against the wall next to him. “Please Velvette’s always ranting about how annoying you are over the phone, telling Val when Vox is probably too sicka her to hear it! Then she goes off saying how you can’t be nice and how you always make it a mission to come and pester er’ and Val said it’s because you wanted to fuck her!” Angel exclaimed slyly leaning forward into you and than backward away.

“That’s not true, we just can’t get along.” Like the devil heard your words, Velvette skipped up to you three, pulling the two of you into her. “Alright! The bitches! That’s more like it!” Velvette shouted, snapping a picture, Angel defaulted to his actor ways posing lustfully at the camera, meanwhile you just smiled unbelievably at Velvette. Once the picture was taken she wasted no time stepping back and sending off the post with a series of different hashtags.

“You look happy today?” You ask more than say watching Velvette smile around the room. “Of course people have stayed quiet, and not been a dickhead all day. Not to mention Vox and Val aren’t in moods.” You nodded in agreement, eyes casting briefly over to the TV who walked around checking the different cameras while Val smoked in the back.

Angel not so subtly snuck off giving your back a shove closer towards Velvette. Even if you could admit to yourself you felt more than platonic emotions for her, it would be extremely hard to accept it or attempt to make a move when you didn’t even know her sexuality.

She’d never seemed interested in Vox or Valentino, but you’ve not seen her eyeing women either. It made you more uncomfortable to ponder the future of accepting your feelings when you could just be cruel and ignore them. “What’s up with you spacey?” Velvette suddenly asked her phone off facing toward the floor.

You anxiously fiddled with your short dress wondering if now would be a good time to start something. “Nothing Velvette, just nerves i guess.” Velvette rolled her eyes, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You’ll be fine, always are anyways. We don’t do shit, it’s all Vox.”

Fair enough. Although that’s true it didn’t really matter considering it wasn’t what was really bothering you. “Are you straight?” You blurt suddenly, hand jerking upward to cover your mouth. Velvette’s eyebrow raised a ‘huh’ falling from her lips.

With a decision in mind, you couldn’t deny it, knowing that even Val saw something you know how you can’t hide it. The daydreams you have of her warm skin next to yours in the morning, the friendship you wish you had, the desire to have her lipstick smeared against your lips, wanting to post cheesy couple pictures together all over Sinstagram.

“Uhh, yeah, are you straight because I haven’t ever seen you around anybody, like, ahem, that.” You stutter out staring at her trying to gauge every little emotion on her face. “Suppose I could be considered, but i fuck who i want no matter the package.” She finally replied, returning to herself after spacing out, looking calmer than you.

“Would ya fuck me?” Scratching the back of your neck as her eyes scanned your face rapidly, trying to read you, trying to tell if you were serious. “Yeah, if you weren’t such a bitch.” You hum watching her once more, this time she looked a little meeker, shifting from foot to foot, her gaze casted downward.

“And what about love? Y’know not just wanting to have a hook up?” You asked a little apprehension evident in your voice, you craned your neck back trying to distance yourself subconsciously.

Softly you felt Velvettes gentle hand on your shoulder, focusing all your attention on her, you watched as her face turned out to the side, only looking at you through her peripheral. Her other hand crawled up to your other shoulder, before drifting softly to your neck, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your toes.

Velvette was still at fully extended arms length, so you stepped forward, cupping her cheeks gently like she was made of the fragilest material. Now eye to eye the two of you simply stared waiting, while invading eachothers space. Cautiously you leaned forward thankfully being her height, you hand your eyes closed already hoping she’d get the message, and either pull away running or indulge.

You were more than shocked to feel her lipstick covered lips meet with yours, soft yet eager. You kissed her back slowly, trying to convey the emotions and feelings you felt without speaking, the apology you wanted to say but didn’t know how.

Pulling you closer by the neck, you fell into her slightly, wrapping your arms around her like she was your world, fully absorbed in the passionate kiss you were sharing. Just as the kiss turned slightly heated, tongues introducing and slipping past the barrier of eachothers mouth Vox screamed. “You’ve got Velvettes makeup on your face, FUCK, why?! Why?! Five minutes before we’re live!” Jumping apart the two of you looked toward Vox who was already glitching out, meanwhile Val just stood smuggly sucking his pipe.

“Don’t worry he’s just mad that he now owes me one hundred dollars, losers weepers,” Val breathed his smoke wafting around the TV’s head. Velvette threw the bird at Vox before turning to you pulling out a handkerchief. “Weren’t you calling someone geriatric, now you’re pulling out handkerchiefs?” You teased, her hand coming up to wipe her black lipstick that stained your face.

“Oh piss off, or we’re both fired,” She scolded but there was no malice in her words like before making your heart flutter. “So how long before this gets out, our little before the air make out sesh?” You inquire as she handed the cloth to you, you wiping her smeared lipstick just as she did for you. “Based on the vibrations from my phone, not long.”

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[jake-g-lockley]

hi! i see that requests are open and i love your writing! could you do an imagine with all three moon boys based on the prompt “running into reader’s ex” thank you! <3

Vengeance (Moon Knight x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Wanna be Tagged?

A/N: Hi lovely! Thanks for the ask, here’s the protective moon boys (I had to include the all powerful being too)

Warnings: Slight dark!moon knight, them being extra protective, swearing, mentions of bad mental health and unresolved trauma, Khonshu needs his own warning sometimes. 

Word count: 1.3k

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“You know, I really could have just driven us here.” Jake grumbled, one hand protectively clutching onto yours and his other arm slung around your shoulder.

You leaned into him as he guided you through the city’s bustling streets, your bag slung on his shoulder. You smiled at your fiance’s coddling, loving the attention that he brought with him whenever he fronted. 

The new bookstore that you wanted to visit was located in a cultural hub and you had a list of books that you wanted to splurge on. Steven was happy to join you on your spending spree, Jake was happy to carry all of your books and Marc was just happy that you were happy. The second you walked in, you sprinted away from Jake’s protective grasp towards the novel section, making him chuckle at your enthusiasm.

“Don’t go too far princesa, we’re gonna lose you to books, like we always lose Steven.” he joked, shaking his head at you.

“Jake, we are quite literally attached to the same body, what are you on about?” Steven grumbled. 

“I mean mentally, hermano.”

The second you were a bookshelf away from your boys, everything started going horribly. Your eyes landed on someone that made your hair stand on its end, goosebumps rose throughout your skin as you stood frozen, in shock. The person hadn’t seen you yet, instead talking to a customer. You back away slowly, turning the corner before you collide into a familiar chest.

“Aye, why you walkin’ backwards, sweetheart?” Marc questioned, the amusement in his tone fading instantly as he scanned your face. 

He instinctively put his arm around your shoulders and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his calming scent. You started to count from one to ten, backwards and forwards again and again until your breathing calmed. Marc knew you were scared about something but he didn’t ask instantly, choosing to look at his surroundings to find anything that could have triggered you. You fisted his jacket and pulled him close when he shifted slightly.

“Not going anywhere, baby, we’re still here with you.” he soothed, rubbing your hair and kissing your forehead.

You were safe, you had Marc, Steven and Jake, you were fine. You focused on Marc’s voice, holding on to it like he was your rock as the memories started to flood to you. Marc began to rub a spot on your back that made you begin to tear up. 

“He couldn’t hurt you, not when your boys were around.” you thought to yourself. 

You were pulled out of your swirling memories by the call of your name.

That voice.

“Huh, I thought I saw you here.” said the smug voice.

Marc, Steven and Jake were absolutely confused. Marc looked between the man in front of him and you, trying to piece together what was happening.

“Hiding in the arms of another man like the whore you are.” 

You began to shake in Marc’s arms, fear creeping up your spine and dread flooding you. Marc was in shock. He couldn’t react to what this man had just called you, he just stood there, holding you tighter than ever. You wanted to tell them what was going on, or just pull Marc away from this mess, pretending that it never existed, but you couldn’t.

“Who the fuck are you?” Marc spat when he came to his senses.

A cruel laugh met your ears, your blood curdling at the sound, your heart racing as your brain began to shut down.

“I’m guessing the right slag didn’t tell you about me? I’m her ex.” 

Marc froze. Your ex wasn’t a topic they got to discuss. You had your own troubles, it gave you nightmares and horrible anxiety that plagued you worse than any disease ever. It haunted you but the boys hadn’t figured out how to bring the topic up, choosing to deal with the aftershocks of whatever you had gone through. They were happy with you, they didn’t exactly need a full rundown of your life to know that you were good for them. 

Marc was a little lost, trying to both focus on his own anger and pushing his alters to stay at bay. Khonshu had taken an interest in what was going on and had appeared behind the man that claimed to be your ex. No matter how much he despised the god he worked for, Marc felt relief rush over him, as if Khonshu had casted a safety blanket over them and flashed a reminder in Marc’s mind that he literally had the power of the gods. He swallowed his demons and took a deep breath. 

“I suggest you apologize to my fiance and I before I make your life a living hell, Mr… Vic.” he said, eyeing the man’s name tag.

“Hmph, what can you do? Like I care about her to apologize. She should be the one facing the music.” the man lunged forward and grabbed your arm.

Fear coursed through you like a wave as you felt yourself being pulled away from Marc but all you saw was a flash of white before you. You dropped to your knees as your eyes fell on graying bandages. You knew you were not staring at any one of the boys’ suits. Slowly you looked up and there stood your fiance’s body but he looked different, more dangerous than any of the three could be.

“What the fuck is that!” your ex screamed and looked around but no one came to his aid. 

Reassuring energy took over your fear and you now knew what was happening. Khonshu had taken over Marc’s body, his eyes shining bright and white like a full moon. Your ex was cowering now, his arms over his head as the possessed Marc stepped over your body, towards your ex. 

“Don’t hurt me, please.” he begged and part of you wanted to smile at the fear that was etched on his face.

“You’re going to pay for this.” boomed Khonshu’s voice and all you saw was another flash of white before your whole vision went blank.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up in your fiance’s bed, Steven’s worried and tired face forming in your vision. You tried to smile at Steven but it came out as a grimace as you tried to sit up, your head pounding.

“Shh, stay down, love.” Steven cooed, pushing you back down onto the pillows. 

“What happened?” you whispered.

“Well, our boss decided to show his full form, right in front of you and you passed out.” Steven said nervously, playing with the cuff of his sweater. 

“What happened to, you know…” you asked, fear edging you around you again. 

You were admittedly worried that the four of them had collectively done something irreversible and you stared at Steven with big scared eyes.

“Oh, let's just say that you’ll never have to deal with him again, my darling.” Steven said, his voice a tone lower. “And before you ask, no, he is not dead. Death would be mercy for him.”

Your mouth went dry but you didn’t question it. Instead your hands found the collar of Steven’s sweater and you pulled him down. His lips met yours gently and he pressed his forehead against yours reassuringly.

“I guess I owe the three of you an explanation.” you mumble.

“Only when you are ready, baby.” Marc’s voice slowed your heart and ebbed your anxiousness away. 

“We’ll always wait for you, amor.” Jake promised and with a soft kiss to your cheek he laid down and pulled you over him as you began your story, never feeling more safe in your entire life. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

With the contact’s Marc had, wiping a person off the face of the Earth without killing them was probably the easiest thing in the world. All it took was a few calls, a little bit of money and Marc’s thoughts slowly started clearing. He didn’t care about the explanation you had for him, he knew your love was true and that fuelled him to do anything for you, no matter the consequence. 

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[scaredpigeons]

Aqua Regia V: Subatomic interactions

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Neuvillette x fem!reader

Word count: 3.6k

You confirm a few theories, resulting in a delicate moment between the two of you, and learn more about what the hell has been going on the past few months, as much as you’d like to deny yourself.

Authors note: some subtle zhongchi references, cuz I’m literally insatiable and have been reading a bit of zhongchi in my spare time. I think they’re cute :) also Neuvillettes instincts are so fucking cute to me, AND THE PURRING??? Yessir

“So, Neuvillette. You’re not human, are you?”

His gaze snapped to you, your face illuminated by the fire. He’d read somewhere in a book that sitting alone with someone in a dark room, hiding from a storm with the comfort of a fire was an intimate setting, but that really wasn’t his intention. 

The lights in his living room had just been replaced, but he found the harsh white lights of the new bulbs too stark and sterile, and was used to reading by candlelight anyways, so he preferred to keep the lights off, even when he didn’t have guests, which was…. Always. 

You were the first guest he’d had in his home in his most recent memory, any others being the melusine, and well— lady furina, on the odd occasion. 

“What gave you that impression?” He would not outright confirm or deny your observation, just hoping to skate by this encounter without incident. 

Every terrible burning instinct in his body was satiated in this moment, for the first time in months— he didn’t feel like he was actively losing his mind. 

Yes, there were a few more troubling thoughts, like how looking at you swaddled in his clothing made something inside him want to purr, or how he desperately wanted to take you and put you down in his nest, surrounded by all the other things he treasures most. 

Do I treasure her? He thought.

 As much as he wanted to refuse himself, he knew it to be true. He valued you above most things these days, and having you in his home seemed to calm him, though he couldn’t fathom entirely why. 

“Well, based on my observations over the past few months, local history, and some interesting conversations with the melusines, I’ve got a couple theories.” You said simply, lifting the cup of tea he’d brought you a few minutes ago to take a sip. He hadn’t wanted to leave your side, but after a while of sitting and not speaking, you had asked politely for it, so he had to oblige. 

“And what theories have you come up with?” He asked, genuinely curious. 

“In the beginning, before I came to work for you, there were many among us who thought perhaps you were the true hydro archon in disguise, with Lady Furina just being a figurehead of sorts. But of course, after the trial of the hydro archon and the flood, we all learned that to be untrue. With the limited information that was leaked to the public, we all learned that furina had been standing in on behalf of the hydro archon as a figurehead, yes—but only to circumvent the prophecy in some way— to save us. But that still left you.” 

He found that he truly enjoyed listening to you speak. Your voice was soothing, and hearing your thoughts made something within him very calm, satiated. He nodded for you to continue. 

“After getting to know you, it became clear to me that you aren’t human, though anyone who can pick up a historical text would know that based on the amount of years you’ve spent being the Honorable Iudex, of course.” You paused to look at him, and he found himself feeling a bit flush at how intently your gaze trailed across his face. He’d not felt flustered in another’s prescience like this in a very long time. 

“Your mannerisms, your demeanor, it was all very curious to me, so I did some research. And well…” you wrung your hands in your lap before clutching back onto the blanket he’d placed around you. “To make a long story short, and please, don’t laugh or be upset with me, I mean, it could be very far fetched but—“

He called out your name, gently silencing your stammering. “Please, I will not be offended or upset by anything you have to say to me.” 

You let out a breath, steadying yourself. “Neuvillette, are you perhaps… the hydro dragon of legend, taken human form?” 

He blinked at you. 

His heart lurched at how perceptive you were, how much thought must have gone into this conclusion. You said you’d watched his mannerisms, you’d done research? And you came to the correct answer because it was you.

Of course you would. 

Suddenly, he felt a chuckle pull from his chest, and he laughed into the dimly lit living room as you stared at him. 

“You are… truly mesmerizing.” He said, voice light and still ringing with his amusement. He once again smelled that sweet aroma that seemed to follow you, but brushed it off.  “I cannot believe that you came to such a conclusion on your own. You didn’t speak to the traveler, did you?”

“What?” You said, scrunching your nose a bit. “No, of course not! I read a couple books I bought from Liyue on dragons, and the similarities were just too much to ignore!”  You scooted closer, facing him head on now. “Are you saying I'm correct?” 

He laughed again, unable to stop himself. “Incredibly so. Though I wouldn’t say I've ‘taken human form’. For reasons unknown to even me, I was born in this form. I’ve learned to shape it throughout the years to better fit into human society, but there are a few things that refuse to leave.”

He sheepishly looks up and to the side, gesturing to his horns with his eyes. He knows they are slender and sleek, and to the uninterested eye, could be mistaken for some kind of hair ornament. 

“Oh!” You said, sitting even closer, your eyes burning with excitement. “I’ve always wondered what they were! Are they horns? May I…” your hand reached out, only for you to pull it back harshly. 

His chest ached. 

“I’m sorry, that's rather inappropriate of me, I shouldn’t ask.” You said, dejected and pulling away. 

His body screamed for you to be closer, and so he obliged. 

“There’s no need to worry, you’re just curious. You may touch them, if you’d like.” He said, trying to keep his voice steady. 

Your eyes sparkled once more, and you smiled brightly at him. “Really?” 

He nodded, bending forward a bit to bring his head more level to you. 

He held his breath as you reached out your hand, and when your soft skin brushed against the base of his horn, his spine nearly buckled. 

He didn’t touch his horns often. They were soft, sleek and malleable, not a traditional type of horn, not like other dragons. If he had to describe them, they’re more similar to antennae than anything else, soft yet firm, perfect to trail behind him in the water for ease of swimming. 

He occasionally touches them when styling his hair, but mostly they lay unbothered on his head, maybe getting squeezed between his back and a chair every now and then when he wasn’t paying attention, but it was rare. 

So when your delicate hand stroked along the smooth skin of his left horn, he had to keep his composure, because it was the most pleasurable thing he’d felt in a very long time, perhaps even ever. 

You cooed your amazement at him, your fingertips stroking gently down to the tip of the top most tine, and his body let loose an involuntary shiver, which he hoped you didn’t notice.

When you slipped your hand further and brushed along down towards the bottom tine he steadied his spine, ignoring the throbbing between his legs and bracing himself, though he had no idea how to stop the violent purring noise that rumbled from his chest. 

You certainly had noticed that, jumping back a bit on the couch, most likely startled. 

“Oh!” You said, holding your wrist with your other hand.  

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to stop before it got even more out of hand, so incredibly embarrassed. 

“Ah— my apologies. I forgot how sensitive they can be.” 

“Thats… did you…. Was that a purr?” 

He could quite literally feel the heat rising to his face, and he was sure he looked so childish in this moment. 

“Ah, well. You see… I—“ he stammered. “Yes?” 

Much to his surprise and enjoyment, you let a bright giggle loose into the dark room, falling back into the cushions as it overtook you. 

He stared, eyes surely shining as you laughed and laughed, and he nearly didn’t notice the rumbling start up once more, coughing seconds too late to cover it.

“Dragons purr when they are content?” You giggled, trying to right yourself. “Like cats?” 

He could feel the tips of his ears heating up, how embarrassing. Yet the gentle smile on your face was anything but mocking. 

In fact, he thought you looked rather intrigued, interested in learning more. 

“Ah, yes.” He tried to look anywhere but you, hoping you weren’t paying too much attention to his other bodily reactions. “Content, among other things.”  

“That's fascinating! How have you managed to hide that all this time? I’ve never once heard you slip up before!” You leaned forward in your excitement, eyes sparkling with wonder. 

His eyes wandered across your face, falling to your lips, so soft looking, such a warm smile. 

“Well, I’ve not…” he didn’t have the words, didn’t understand how to explain that you were changing him. That he was losing control of himself with every passing moment he was surrounded with your presence. 

“No one has been so close to me in a very long time.” He murmured, watching the breath catch in your chest. “No one has touched me with a gentle hand in centuries.” 

Now that he’d let the words slip from his lips, he realized the magnitude of their meaning. Yes, he was incredibly touch starved. He just hadn’t noticed until he found himself craving your touch. 

He watched his words register in your mind, the gears turning as your eyes welled. 

“Neuvillette, sir…” you sounded sad for him, of course you did. You were always so caring and empathetic. 

“My apologies, I shouldn’t have burdened you with the weight of such a statement.” He scrambled to try and rectify this, to bring that smile back to your lips. 

“No, sir, it’s—“ you squeezed your eyes shut, probably willing away your sadness. Something you did often when your emotions became to large, one of your little quirks he found so incredibly endearing. “This may be inappropriate of me to ask, but may I be a gentle hand?” 

He gaped at you. 

“I—“ you stammered. “That came out wrong, I mean… what I meant to say—“

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” He cut you off, something he didn’t often do. “I’d like that very much.” 

You blinked, visibly swallowing as you settled down beside him, facing him directly. Your delicate hand reached up, just a simple press of your palm to his cheek, nothing more. 

A swell of emotions surged through him, so much that he couldn’t regulate himself, and he leaned into the touch as a single tear fell from his eye. The storm continued to rage outside, though he wasn’t certain it was his doing any longer. Perhaps a merciful act of Focalors from the beyond to keep you here with him for as long as possible. 

“Will you… teach me more about dragons?” You said, moving your hand to run your fingers through the loose hair by his temple. 

A deep purr rumbled through his chest, and your smile returned. 

————

At some point during the night, you’d fallen asleep to the sound of Neuvillette’s voice. 

In your lax lucidity, you remember him moving you to lay properly on the couch, a soft pillow beneath your head and another warm blanket that smelled like him. 

He pulled it over your shoulder, and you had thought that perhaps he’d kiss you, nothing salacious, perhaps a peck on the forehead or cheek. He hesitated for a moment, but you’d kept your eyes closed, hoping. 

But ever the gentleman, he’d just stepped back away to leave you to sleep, and you’d drifted back off into a pleasant slumber. 

A few months had passed since that evening, and you wish you could say your relationship to Neuvillette hadn’t changed, but you’d be telling a blatant lie. 

You sat at Cafe Lutece with Miss Navia, a rare treat since she was so busy. She had a meeting with the traveler this afternoon however, and invited you to join. 

A cute, high pitched voice called out your name and Navia’s, and you turned to see Lumine and her companion Paimon wave as they came closer. 

They sat down, exchanging greetings with you as they settled and ordered their drinks. 

Paimon said your name once more, grabbing your attention from your plate of macarons. “That's a beautiful necklace! Paimon’s never seen you wear something so fancy!” 

You smiled, looking down and touching it gently with your fingertips. A delicate silver chain holding an intricate casing that held a large tear drop shaped condensed crystal surrounded by other glittering gems. They reflected the sunlight beautifully, and Paimon was right, you’d never owned a necklace so beautiful before. 

“Ah, thank you.” You said. “It was a bit from Neuvillette, he gave it to me after I gave him a couple books I’d purchased from Liyue.” 

“Oh, how lovely!” Navia cooed. “I was going to ask where it came from but I didn’t want to seem rude.” 

You waved her off, telling her it wasn’t a big deal, but her furrowed brow said she had more on her mind. 

“Say, didn’t Neuvillette also gift you that pocket watch you had last time I saw you?” She asked. 

“Ah,” you flushed. “Well, yes, but that was only after I found the most beautiful shell one afternoon by the beach, it reminded me of the colors of his broach, so I figured he’d like it!” 

Navia’s grin turned mischievous, and her eyes thinned with mirth. “Didn’t he also get you a new raincoat after yours got that nasty tear in it?” 

You scrambled to remember why he had done that, what you had given him that had warranted that particular gift. You took a sip of your tea as you stalled. Suddenly, the usually silent traveler spoke up. 

“When did you and Neuvillette start courting?” 

You nearly spat your tea all over her, face heating up as if you’d steeped your water with pyro flower stamens and not herbal green. 

“Pardon me?” You coughed. “Courting? What makes you think that we’re courting?”

Lumine looked a little chuffed, smirking a bit behind a gloved hand. 

“Dragons view acts of service and gift giving as acts of courtship. You didn’t know this?” 

“No?” You squeaked. Your books on dragons had a section on mating, but you’d been too embarrassed to even consider reading that chapter. 

“Paimon’s seen this all before. An acquaintance of ours had been giving another dragon we know all kinds of gifts and mora, only to find out far too late what he was actually doing!” 

“I think Zhongli knew he didn’t understand, Paimon. He didn’t seem too broken up when Childe left.” Lumine says, rolling her eyes. 

“But Paimon has seen the weird longing looks he gives Childe! Mr. Zhongli isn’t very subtle.” Paimon turned to you, looking a little frustrated. “Does Monsieur Neuvillette look at you all longing and googly eyed too?” 

You were sure your face could not be anymore red. 

Lumine frowned at her floating friend. “Paimon, that’s not a very nice question to ask, I mean look at her— she didn’t even know they were courting!” 

“Oh gods.” Your mind was going a million steps a minute. “I’ve brought him lunch every day for months.” 

“Oh boy.” Paimon sighed. 

“I had water specially ordered from a volcanic spring in Natlan! In the middle of a Warzone!” Your voice was getting louder. You clutched your coat further around your frame, shaking. 

Lumine cringed, and Navia started laughing. 

“I knew it!” She said, looking between your shrinking form and Lumine and back to you. “I knew he was head over heels for you, I was just waiting until you realized!” 

You popped a macaron into your mouth, but the flavor was wrong, everything was on high alert, your face was hot. You pushed your plate towards Paimon, knowing her love of snacks. 

“Here, Paimon, you can have these.” You stood, ignoring Paimon’s squeals of glee and Navias voice of concern, asking you where you were going. 

The cold November breeze washed through you, and you clutched your coat tighter once more. 

Your lunch break was over soon, you had to get back to the Palais before Neuvillette had trial prep. 

Oh gods. How were you going to face him? Did he even know what he was doing? He’d expressed to you that he was unsure about a lot of things about his own species, but was he unaware of the courting customs? 

You ignored the odd looks people gave you as you shuffled along. Before you realized, your feet had carried you to the Palais, and straight into Neuvillettes office. 

He was there, sitting at his desk and sorting through the folder you had compiled this morning for today's trial. 

“Good afternoon,” he smiled, “did your lunch break with Miss Navia go well?” 

You froze, eyes wide. You looked around his office, noting the little gifts and trinkets you had gotten him, though not all of them. The shell sat on his desk, the books on his bookshelf. There was a framed picture of you and a bunch of the melusine that Sedene had given you, and you had asked to hang it up in here, so you could see it at work and be reminded of the moment. He’d been particularly happy to do so. 

You thought back to all the gifts he’d given you, all the lingering looks and soft and innocent touches that may not have been as accidental as you thought. 

He seemed distracted, much to your relief. 

“It went fine,” you cleared your throat. “I saw the Traveler and Paimon for the first time in a while, which was nice.” 

“Good, good.” He said, pulling an envelope out of his desk drawer. “Speaking of The Traveler—“

He rounded his desk, and you did your best to steady your spine as he walked towards you, tall and intimidating but oh so handsome. Your knees felt weak.

“It seems that The Traveler, Lady Furina and Sedene have been conspiring against me, and are planning a ball of sorts for my birthday next month.” 

Your attention was caught, and you perked up. “Oh? I didn’t know it was your birthday soon, I’m sorry.” 

He chuckled, something he did a lot more often around you these days. 

“Worry not, my dear. Sedene asked me to give you this, which is an invitation to a preparation meeting. It seems they would enjoy it if my most cherished assistant was involved in the planning.” 

You flushed, he’d been saying things like that more often, calling you dear, telling you that he cherished and valued you. Were you just realizing this now?

“Oh,” you said, trying to make sure your voice didn’t shake as your thighs twitched. “I’m glad.”

Neuvillettes pupils dilated, and you could tell he was trying to hide it, but his deep inhale was a telltale sign that he could smell that sweet smell he’d mentioned lingered around you. 

You still hadn’t had the gall to tell him what exactly it was, prove your theory that he was literally smelling your arousal, your fluster—because your shame was too great to allow you otherwise. 

Besides, he’d stopped mentioning it a while ago, but you could tell when he could smell it. You could tell. 

You wanted to smack your cheeks. But you took the envelope, shivering slightly when his warm fingers brushed yours, the fabric of his gloves was so soft. 

“So, is there anything you would like me to incorporate into this ball that would make you happy?” You asked, wanting to move past the throbbing feeling that came whenever he complimented you. 

He breathed deeply again, and you could almost see a twinge of pink dust his cheeks. 

“Ah, well— if I had it my way, there wouldn’t be a ball at all.” 

“Oh?” You said. 

“I do not think I need to be celebrated in such an ostentatious manner, but Lady Furina insisted that because we held so many birthday balls for her throughout her reign, it was only fitting that I have at least one.”

You smirked, watching his fluster deepen. “Well I have to agree with Lady Furina, our honorable leader should be celebrated at least once in his new reign.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes a bit as he turned away from you. Such a personal act he would not have been caught dead doing mere months ago, but it seemed he was getting more and more comfortable with you by the day. 

“I simply do not think it worth the splendor.” He walked back towards his desk, sitting down to go over his files once more. 

“So there's nothing specific you’d like me to do for you?” You insisted. 

“Ah, if you must,” he sighed. “Absolutely no fried foods, please. And—“ he gave a sharp tsk, pinching his brow. 

“What is it, sir?” 

He shook his head. “Forgive me for saying this, for the sake of it sounding incredibly childish, but if there is Fonta served at this celebration, I will simply leave.” 

You smirked, holding in a laugh that you so desperately wanted to release. 

“No fried foods, no fonta. Got it.” You turned to leave, but lingered when he called your name to get your attention once more. 

“Yes?” 

“You’ll be attending, yes?” 

You froze, realizing that yes, it would be quite obscene of you to not attend a ball you were helping to organize, but you have absolutely no idea what you’re going to wear. 

“Of course, Monsieur Neuvillette.” You smiled, that was a problem for another day. 

He seemed to relax, sighing in relief. “Good, it will be much more bearable with you there with me.” 

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[lokeanheart]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’ve answered something like this before but I was wondering how you first realised that Loki was there for you. I’m currently trying to connect with a deity (I’m not doing a great job at the moment because executive dysfunction) but I’ve been struggling quite a bit and I’ve only had one experience a while back that might be considered a brief interaction so I was wondering what your experience in this sort of area might have been like and how you managed to grow closer to Loki.

Omg hi hi hi my first Anonymous question 

This is so fun !

Well I started worshiping Loki maybe two and a half months ago and I’m still pretty new

Even being a a Lokean for years there’s still new stuff to learn

Never feel like a deity isn’t listening or isn’t there

They are ! I promise!

For me I found Loki when I was in a very low low spot in my life . I randomly one day started to love marvel loki (I didn’t like marvel at all had no intentions on ever liking it) then I sorta had that whole phase ..then I found out it was all based in norse mythology

So I read up on it and honestly I felt to drawn to loki and I just had to learn more . I began reading about people’s stories with him and realizing most of the symbols (animals ,food, sounds , elements) that he was associated with are all things that were in my life constantly.

So I then made a huge decision to break from my horrible religious trauma (my family strongly believes in god and hates gays and stuff like that’s soooo…being bisexual and genderfluid and lokean.. they didn’t like that)

and I can say that’s probably the best thing I’ve every done - like I feel like I can breathe and be my authentic self.

I realized he was there mostly because I keep fucking getting one fly that won’t fucking leave me alone (it’s actually bothering me rn and I have no fucking clue where it came from when this house is clean so I’m gonna say this is definitely Lokis silly ass)

Also I had such a huge love for red foxes out of nowhere like I just adore them and that’s also another animal associated with him

And sometimes I’ll just be drawn to things in stores or anywhere really and it almost always has something to do with his mischievous lil ass

But other then that I’ve downloaded an app for norse runes and stuff and I’ve started a journey there .

I try my best to be open to not only Loki but the ones that he surrounded himself with- like his children or odin thor etc..

Loki is a funny lil shit and really will be protective

I’ve found that out the hard way when

I came out to my family and told them I felt very misunderstood and depressed and unloveable talked out my abuser and stuff like that

And they all sorta called me crazy and yknow stupid shit like that

But I went out side to bawl my eyes out and my mom was texting me and it was sorta overwhelming and my phone was at 60% I chatted with my pal Roman and that thing shut down…literally turned off and I just sat there in the dark scared and anxious and then there was this bizzare calm like it was ok ..like a parents hug would fix whatever was going on and just as I thought about how I suddenly felt better the wind started to sort blow a cool breeze on my face and when I tell you that was like the best feeling after sobbing and ur eyes burn and face stings ..

But I look back and think ..yeah that was Loki

I try to get closer to him by learning about him more .

try traditional meals that they might like

Or listen to music that is associated with them or reminded u of them

Even a simple “hey thanks for always being there you’re really great !”

Or

“Good morning !” “Goodnight!”

Write poetry for them and draw for them

Wear something that reminds you of them

Or even a pendant or something of that sort

I just recently bought a bunch of lokean stuff

Candle

Necklace

Books

It’s all about patience and believing that they will be there

I can even leave some good Etsy shops I shop from that u might enjoy if u happen to worship loki they have good stuff

If you ever need a friend or anything I’m always open to dms

I have instagram it’s lokeanheart

Also I recommend this song

It’s a pretty good song

#lokean #norse loki #norse magic #norse mythology #norse pagan witch #norse paganism #norse religion #norse witch #norse god loki #norse runes #loki deity #loki worship #loki devotee #anon ask

[blackmambaboobs]

TF2 Dudes X Fat (Gender Neutral) Reader Headcanons:

Scout:  -He was so used to getting dates and/or hookups with skinny to average people that he never realized how good a fat person is?? He wasn’t picky or against fat people, that’s just how it worked out. But as soon as you come into his life, he is in love. -He loves resting his head on your stomach while he reads his comic books. But if you give him scritches on his head and just rub his head with a soft hum? Oh, he just melts. God, please continue to give him scritches-  -He’ll often make suggestions and jokes of thigh fucking (he loves your thighs so god damn much, pLeAsE). -He calls you “Chipmunk” or “Chucklenuts” (affectionally) because of your chubby cheeks. -Be warned ‘cause he will slap your ass (flat or not). Spy: -Just like his son, he never realized how good a fat person is (also not an Asshole to fat people or anything). -He buys you clothing that hugs your figure because one: You look amazing in it, two: He loves to show you off and your gorgeousness, and three: He loves to watch you when you bend down or move, imagining how you’ll look under him when he gets home (or to the base) with you so he can fuck you. -Loves to tease you affectionally and pinch your rolls (but he’ll stop if it bothers you). -Loves to squish your cheeks together with one hand so he watch your lips pucker and because he loves how squishy you are. Sniper: -He’s had a few dates with multiple types of body shapes, but never really got to appreciate them. -This man is so touch starved so when you go to hug him or some shit, he wants to cry?? You’re so soft and warm?? Is this why people love weighted blankets so much??  -He loves your stomach, hands down, especially your rolls. And yes, he will knead them like a cat if you let him. -Loves to trace your stretch marks, it helps calm him (bonus if he gets to hear you giggle ‘cause you’re ticklish).  -Gives you the nickname “Roo” ‘cause of your stomach since it reminds him of a kangaroo’s pouch (which he loves). -Is really into the idea of thigh fucking but he’s too shy to ask for it-  Soldier:  -He loves your cheeks!! He will pinch them, kiss them and squish them!!  -Will randomly shout compliments at you about how wonderful you look (and also helping you breath ‘cause he scared the shit out of you).  -Always happy to help choose outfits with you that make you look even cuter!  -Does not care if he looks weird/strange for showing you lovin’ in public (he always has heart eyes under his helmet whenever he sees you).  -Will shoot someone that happens to insult you with a rocket. -Calls you “Cupcake” ‘cause you’re sweet and squishy like one!  Pyro: -Would die for the squish, literally, they love your squish so much, Man?? -Calls you their marshmallow and likes to poke you because of it. -They often draw pictures of you as a marshmallow or some other squishy treat because they think you’re cute like one!! -Loves to pinch your cheeks! They’ll often just stare as you eat just because of the fact your cheeks puff up- -Wants to leave little burn marks over your thighs and stomach to mark you (of course, with aftercare!!). -Please model cute clothing for them, they will die happily if you do!!  -Loves how warm you are!! Medic: -Finds you so fascinating!! He’ll often joke about how he should study you because of how soft and warm you are (wink, wink). -His doves love you so much too, they appreciate your squish and love cuddling up to you! It often gets cold in the medical room, so you’re their personal heater! -He loves to see you in beautiful white clothing, especially if it hugs your figure.  -He calls you “Dove” just because of how sweet and soft you are like one! -Anyone that insults you? RIP, ‘cause they’ll be going through Hell in the medical room-  Heavy:  -He doesn’t say much about your squish, but don’t worry, he loves it!  -He calls you his little bunny or bear just because of the fact you remind him of them. -Loves to hold you in his lap (as long as you’re okay with it), he appreciates your softness and warmth and your weight is comforting to him ‘cause it reminds him that you’re there with him. -Loves to gently hold your face as he gives you soft kisses all over your face -He’s so soft for you, my god- Engineer:  -Cutest couple alive?? *Eyes emoji* -Loves your squish!! So much!! -He calls you his personal stuffed animal and “Honeybee” because you’re sweet and soft like one! -Loves to squish your stomach and will have the biggest lovey-dovey expression as he kneads it (it relaxes him).  -Loves to smother your stomach in kisses! He loves your giggles and squeals, oh my God-  -You make him melt so many times and you don’t even need to do anything- Demoman:  -This man is addicted to your squish like his alcohol, he needs it-  -Loves to squish your thighs, and the little squeaks you do when he does it. -He knows he reeks of alcohol, but God, he just wants to smother your squishy face in kisses (please let him)-  -Will also slap your ass regardless if it’s flat or not.  -Often before he passes out from being drunk, he’ll lay his head on your thighs or stomach and just pass out then and there. -He goes f e r a l if you wear tight clothing and has to remember to breathe- 

#reader insert #x reader #tf2 #tf2 scout #scout #tf2 demoman #demoman #tf2 engineer #engineer #tf2 heavy #heavy #tf2 medic #medic #tf2 soldier #soldier #tf2 pyro #pyro #tf2 sniper #sniper #tf2 spy #spy #smut #headcanons #headcanon #chubby reader #gender neutral #fat reader #tf2 smut

[obeymycok]

Things I’ve Done as Obey Me Bros

I’m kinda boring but I kept seeing videos like this on tiktok and I’ve been thinking about it lately. Anyway, cw like everything, too lazy to make sure I get everything specifically. Probably nsfw for Asmo and probably some substances for Belphie’s. This is aged from when I was like 10-present day I’m not that stupid anymore. Some of it’s funny and some is pretty personal.

Lucifer

Told some kids I was babysitting “I don’t care just don’t die” before going on my phone the whole time

Always saved my homework for late at night because it was quieter

Thought I was a literal god for like 2 years

Had my sister write the rest of my homework for me because of a blister, then erased and redid it myself because her handwriting was messy

Gas lighted my family into thinking I was still religious

Mammon

Put a $20 in the offering dish at church and got mad I didn’t ask for change 

Traded Hershey kisses for change with my cousins at Easter gatherings

Went negative on my account after 5 out of the 7 days I spent at a Christian camp

Wrote my name on a dollar so everyone knew it was mine and no one could take it

(Still) impulse buy when I’m sad

Leviathan

Disassociate daily to a fairy tail based world I started developing in like 7th grade

Set alarms in the middle of the night for anime releases and long timed harvesting in games

Watched a new anime episode/read(looked at) the manga the second it came out even if it wasn’t translated yet (piece it together myself based off pictures and vibes lmao)

Knew what Rule 34 was when I was 11

Woke up at 4:00 AM everyday before school for 3 years so I could calm my anxiety down and hype myself up

Satan

Pushed my sister off the top bunk of my bed and also down a flight of stairs (separate times years apart!)

Got so angry at a customer I went into the bathroom and cried for 15 minutes

Carried cat treats in my pocket for an entire summer and autumn because there were some regular cats on my block

Got permission from my dad to punch a girl who kept pulling my hair at school

Finished the book that was supposed to last the class a few months by the end of the school day and got the WORST migraine I’ve ever had (Lord of The Flies fucking SLAPPED I will die on this hill)

Asmodeus

Masturbated at a Christian camp with others around

Already had a crush by my 2nd day of working at my job

Got intimate with my ex thinking it’d make him take me back

Cried because I couldn’t find my eyelash glue and when I found it the inner corners wouldn’t stick (I was late)

Spent 2 hours evening out my eyeliner, decided I didn’t like it, did a casual look, took a single picture, then wiped it all off and called it a day

Beelzebub

Found a spider in my room but didn’t wanna kill it. It was too high by the time I had a cup and some paper so I just let it roam

Got legitimately upset because I lost a toad and didn’t get a chance to hold it

Spent over $40 on food and ate over 1/2 of it in one sitting (was gone by the end of the day)

Put some cheese in a bag and threw it on my friend’s driveway because we were talking about how great cheese is

Took too much of an edible because the chocolate tasted so good

Belphegor

Slept 14 hours after the first week of school in jr high

Stabbed an old pillow repeatedly because I was having a meltdown

Smoked weed for anxiety and insomnia, fucked my academic career but at least I was able to show up

Dug my nails into an annoying girl’s skin because she wasn’t listening to the teacher and held up the whole class (didn’t get in trouble!)

Woke up to my parents fighting and just went back to sleep

#things I've done as #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons

[kohreeander]

Haikyuu!! but baseball

i started this on twitter but this needs more words for the full brain rot.

volleyball setters and baseball catchers are both extremely important while often being overlooked by casual spectators cause they aren't very flashy

setting in volleyball is extremely important to the offense. they have to be aware of not only where their hitters are, but also where the other team's players are on their court AND figure out how to best score a point. throw in the strict amount of rules they have and you get extremely disciplined players who are also super perceptive.

catchers, on the other hand, literally hold the defense together for the whole game. they are part of every single play, are very base-conscious, and never get a break so they have insane amounts of stamina. if you ever watch a baseball or softball game, pls pay attention to how much the catcher is doing on every single play, you'll be baffled by how much they do.

that being said i know exactly how every setter would catch

kageyama is the definition of a terrifying catcher. he calls all of the pitches himself and he is an asshole about it. he gets a lot of praise for his framing skills that trick even the best umpires into calling strikes. he is acutely aware of each of his teammate's strengths and will adjust them on the field mid-batter to guarantee an out. his fatal flaw is that he got ejected once for arguing with the umps over a check swing (he was right the umps were just bad that day)

suga, on the other hand, is deceptively laid back for a catcher. he has multiple unique call signs that are for the whole team, and often make it harder for coaches to steal their signs. where kageyama almost expects the other team to steal the signs and not pay attention to the defense's movement, suga gets them to move so obviously that they would never be able to guess what pitch is being thrown. like he has noya (ss) move in on the fourth batter, who in their right mind would then call a meatball down the middle?? suga would and it's fuckng insane

noya is a relief catcher. thats it

OIKAWA MY KING he is the perfect catcher. he knows his players perfectly, reads the other teams like open books, is very vocal in each play, is super athletic, looks hot in uniform he's perfect. he's so cocky about his throwing skills that he does run-downs with the ball still in his glove. it's terrifying and monstrous.

yahaba is the relief catcher. he only really gets put in when kyotani is pitching. i can't think of a reason right now but yeah. if he's not catching, he's in the outfield.

kenma is so fucking calm as a catcher. he's very smart and perceptive, but so is the rest of the team so he doesn't have to be as vocal as other catchers. most of the team knows what the play is by how he sets up in the box, and he's. very quick to adapt to strange pitches or hits. he is also not above calling change-ups over and over again on the same batter if it works. he has made many enemies this way I love him

i'm gonna make a dedicated post for semi and shirabu because their catching styles revolve heavily around ushijima, but the gist of it is that semi refuses to call a curveball for ushi so he gets benched for going against the coach's calls, and shirabu is more than happy to only call curveballs.

akaashi. the prettiest boy yes i love him. he is the most stressed catcher in history. he's very good at reading the field, and he is usually the one to call for a conference, not the coach. sometimes he gets too far into his head and makes some wrong calls, but it's nothing a good scream won't fix. his talent shines when he picks off a runner with a pass-ball. and bokuto throws an unfortunate amount of pass-balls.

atsumu is a fucking asshole behind the plate. he is talkative, loud, unfiltered. it is a miracle he has not been thrown out of a game. he will very often steal plays from the other teams. like every game. there is no escape from him. he shines mostly in his framing skills, but don't let that fool you. he will chase down a runner on the third baseline with no hesitation at full speed. he is a terrifying menace and is only made worse when his brother is pitching. both of them find joy in forcing a batter into striking themselves out. they are my nightmare combo.

there are so many teams i cant think of anything else right now.

#haikyuu!! baseball au #this is peak brainrot #i played softball for eight years it wont ever leave me #the thoughts are enourmous #i also kept spelling catchers as #cathcers #wait til i get to batting orders #i have whole theories behind that shit #haikyuu #bsbll in japanese is yakyuu btw #ill expand on suga later his style is very interesting to me #actually ill expand on all of them later #half of this makes no sense to anyone but me #i forgot the words for like #everything baseball related #i'm carafting full scenarios in my head #if you know irl no you don't #i'm a figment of your imagination

[anonymous-dentist]

speaking of doctor who aus, here's my entire planned out 'season' of benchtrio doctor who episodes:

1. Pilot Lost: Intro to the Clingy Duo, Vespiform parasitic wasp cousins

3. Ice to Meet You: Someone teach this child to drive. Antarctica in 1911, both traveling parties racing have met up for a dinner on a ship. There is a nice man named Phil. There is a not so nice Ice Warrior trying to wipe out the humans before they reach its base. 

4. Great Balls of Fire: Tommy somehow manages to get them back to Earth in the right time period, but Tubbo��s wacko English teacher has decided that he’s bored and has announced a school-wide game of dodgeball. If you get hit, you have to write a paper. Only the dodgeballs are a bit more explosive than anticipated…

5. Theseus’ Ship: Tubbo’s book report lands the boys in Ancient Crete where Tommy, confused with Athenian hero Theseus, must go and slay the mighty beast that lays deep within Minos’ maze. But it’s no minotaur that awaits him, but an alien warrior wielding the same ax Tommy sees in his nightmares.

6. Keeping Up With Colony 15: The boys land on a colony on the planet End, far away in another galaxy. There they meet a tall alien boy named Ranboo, who urges them to hide from the cameras watching their every move.

7. Danse Macabre: Tubbo wants to show Ranboo the outside world, so he and Tommy bring him to Earth. Only it’s an Earth full of witchcraft and magic and entirely too much dancing. Thank you, Carrionites!

8. Star Wars: So Camelot is fucking real, even if the sword in the stone is a fucking lightsaber. The sword’s owner, an alien robot, has sworn to wipe out life on the planet if whoever has the sword does not best it in a duel. Unfortunately, Tommy drew the sword and is now King of Fucking England.

9. An Absolute Fuckin’ UNIT: Tommy gets a phone call in the TARDIS from a Mister J. Schlatt, current head of UNIT, and is brought back to Earth to investigate rumors of an evil alien fugitive simply known as ‘Soot’. He also gets the talk when Schlatt sees his fucking son come out of the time machine, what the hell, kid, at least warn a man before you go and put yourself in mortal danger. UNIT did call in another person, though, a masked alien bounty hunter by the name of Dream…

10. Ghost and the Machines: The lads find themselves stranded on a space station five thousand years in the future with only a mysterious hacker known as Ghost to guide them to the last escape pod to the planet below. Meanwhile there’s killer alien sheep on the loose. Watch where they spit, anything blue is acid!

11. Science Project: Time for a field trip! Tubbo and the lads head to the local science museum where they run into a somewhat familiar face. Meanwhile, the Autons are attacking, and Ranboo learns the value of a good proper education.

12.Big Man River: While attempting to go to Washington D.C. for Tubbo’s world history project, the lads end up on a riverboat in the mid 1850s coasting down what is said to be a haunted river. Passengers are going missing, and they say the river is hungry… (guest starring mark twain as himself and the river as the river)

14. Wonder Eight: While visiting the galaxy’s best arcade in the year 2787, an evil computer virus glitch thing takes over the arcade, becoming obsessed with Tubbo after he becomes the first to beat the Lemon Demon, the universe’s most difficult video game. Tommy and Ranboo must work together for literally the first time to save him. Meanwhile Tubbo legitimately sees nothing wrong because he can’t fucking read.

17. The True Meaning of Christmas: It’s Christmas, so Tubbo goes home for the holidays and brings his friends with him. They get separated while shopping, though, as a bunch of metal men come raining from the sky. Tommy and Tubbo end up paired with some poor random human, and Ranboo finds himself in a group with a father and son who are far too calm for the situation.

18. Mozart Wasn’t This Horny: Tubbo’s back in school, and the new music teacher keeps stealing his lunches when he isn’t looking. That’s the least of his concerns, though, when the school is surrounded by a force field and a bunch of freaky space rhinos come in with guns demanding the surrender of an alien fugitive.

19. Memory Book: Ranboo pov. While Tubbo is dealing with Wilbur at the school, Ranboo is having a picnic with Tommy in a nearby park waiting for that night’s meteor shower. Unfortunately, while writing in his memory book, a strangely-muscular squirrel takes it and runs off with it into the city. Ranboo and Tommy follow, and a surprisingly-emotional hunt follows. 

20. Martian Manhunt: Tommy takes the other two to Mars to go to the solar system’s first off-planet amusement park. Unfortunately, an alien menace has turned the rain to acid. Luckily for them, their old friend Dream the Time Agent is here to save the day.

21. The Wrong Queen: Tommy wants to meet the queen. They end up meeting the wrong one, though, trapped in a castle in Scotland and thought to be a rebellion as the English and their executioner, a knight known simply as the Angel of Death approaches…

22. The Big Bang Theory: Tubbo’s history report is on the American Manhattan Project, so he and the lads are off to 1940s America where they must combat an alien agent from commandeering the nukes to destroy the Earth in search of a rogue friend of his, someone chillingly referred to as ‘Dream’.

23. Come Together: Stressed out, the boys decide to take a day to themselves and go to watch a Beatles concert- the one from the Ed Sullivan Show, to be exact. Once there, however, the boys discover that the Beatles have been replaced with exact alien replicas bent on using the power of music to brainwash Earth into giving the aliens (The Preens) control. Tommy being a full-blooded alien and thus the only one immune to the mind control, he leaves the other two in the TARDIS and teams up with some random dude named “Will” to save the day, only halfway questioning why ”Will” is also immune…

24. Family Reunion: Tubbo is called back to Earth by his father. Almost immediately, the three of them are separated, Tubbo dragged away by his father and Tommy immediately handcuffed by Dream and knocked unconscious. Ranboo, alone on Earth and with his memory book in tatters at his feet, just sits on a bench until he sees someone almost familiar. Almost. When Tubbo manages to meet back up with him, it’s them versus the time lords who supposedly sold Tommy out, a race to the TARDIS, to Phil’s- Tommy’s TARDIS, to save him

25. Exile Revoked: Tommy is Not doing well, but he’s being much more of a bitch to Dream than he was during his previous capture. His constant attempts to escape have nearly gotten him killed. But he does manage to break out of the cell and is now handcuffed and running through the ship to escape. And there’s the TARDIS, there’s the boys! Now to destroy Dream once and for all, and to discover who exactly these other time lords are and why they feel so familiar…

#i'm literally never writing this fic #but i had the Whole Thing planned out #then i wrote avalon instead! :D #then i wrote yd instead :)

[atuasent]

   wow,, i cannot believe i missed the bigger implications of this when i was looking through angie quotes when i first was trying to figure out how to write her.

   her island was hit by a natural disaster..... and she uses a deity as a coping mechanism to explain why it happened, and gave it a positive reason, instead of looking at it like this terrible tragedy that happened for no reason.

   and suddenly realizing this natural disaster was probably the catalyst, a lot of other parts of her character are now suddenly making sense to me. like. why is she so lonely all the time?  maybe a lot of people’s lives were lost in the disaster, not just the size of the island itself, and it’s possible that included one or both of her parents. 

   maybe now she’s scared of not being around people because the best way you survive something like that on an island in the middle of nowhere, is by having a community to look out for you, to provide your own health care, to gather your own food, to make sure you don’t drown in the water or are trapped in earthquake debris or lava, whatever that disaster was-- and she’s still a teen, so i imagine it must’ve happened when she was younger?  she could’ve even been just a kid when it happened??   ( and holy hell, are kids impressionable and moldable as fuck... if she had to think about ‘atua,’ or rather, her own emotions and logical reasoning this way to literally survive, then that’s not something that can just be unlearned easily years later )

   and thinking about it this way, what if... deepsea isn’t actually a shipping company for random, questionable online store stuff?  what if it’s just the service used to ship emergency equipment and donations to this devastated island in the middle of nowhere?

   suddenly organ meat and blood becomes a lot less creepy if you think of it like organ transplants and blood transfusions for an island with a severely lowered population and not enough modern technology in health care services. thinking this way too, it’s possible children could either be adoption services, or maybe youth volunteers trying to help out the people of the island assumedly with adult volunteers too. food and clothing and medicine is, of course, self explanatory. magazines might be because humans do need entertainment, not just the bare basic necessities. it’s why people donate toys to impoverished kids too, or books, or writing/drawing tools, etc.

   and then there’s this thing with the sickle... yeah, i did get that angie was lonely and all that, but i never actually thought about why a sickle through the window in the first place. i think i just assumed it really was a weird custom on angie’s island, but we’re only hearing that from angie’s perspective. 

   if we assume for a second that her island’s actually more normal than we think... it’s possible this was something that happened only to angie, since she sounds like she’s talking from experience with how loquacious she is about it. and she might’ve been too young to realize it’s not a normal thing that should’ve happened, so it might be one of those things where  “ something weird only happens to you as a kid and you assume everyone else goes through it too until you’re older and realize, no it’s just you ” 

   and given how she reacts to trauma based on the natural disaster thing... yeah, i’m confident this is a pretty solid theory.

   i feel like maybe someone might have been trying to break into her house with a sickle at night, whether for a failed robbery or whatever other reason to break into her house. they happened to target her bedroom window, she probably reacted with screaming and crying. because it was night, she probably didn’t even see or realize that someone was trying to break in. and suddenly to her child mind, lots of people came swarming in to help her, comfort her, calm her down. all because of that sickle in her window. 

maybe her parents/guardians heard the commotion, and they called the police or whatever law/peacekeeping enforcement her island had, and when the emergency people arrived, possibly even neighbours too, they couldn’t ignore it and tried everything to console angie.

   anyway yeah, that’s all i have for angie quote analysis at the moment lmao

#i am galaxy braining at almost 4 in the morning :'3 #🎨 ––– ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 002. OOC. #🎨 ––– ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 011. Headcanons.

[brianyololau]

11/7/23

Today’s been funny so far. I was supposed to be in a room testing for the NCLEX earlier. When I showed up at 7:45, they told me I didn’t have an appointment. I was like dafuq

I showed them the screenshot of my appointment date, and the girl told me that wasn’t the confirmation. I was supposed to scroll down further and hit CONFIRM APPOINTMENT. WHAT THE FUCK LMAO

In my defense tho, the bottom half of the screen was all white, so I thought there was nothing down there. Why didn’t they just move the confirm appointment button right below the order details header????

Imagine having to apply as a candidate, pass the exit, register, study, and finally show up to find out you didn’t hit the confirm appointment button…

💀💀💀💀💀 im fucking dead

and it doesn’t end there

I tried asking the administrator if I could still test today at a later time or anywhere else. She said i’d have to call the Pearson line for that. So I call, and this girl named Myra said she could only book me for tomorrow based on what she sees on the system. I said yea no problem. I could do that myself, but i’m trying to see if I could sit in TODAY if there’s a time.

She said it’s possible, but i’d have to ask the testing location if there’s a spot, and then she’d be able to confirm an appointment. Bet. I go in and ask. The girl says yes there’s an opening. I go back out and call again. Another lady picks up. I tell her the situation. She says unfortunately she can only book for tomorrow. I repeat that there is a 1 pm slot at exactly where I’m at, so I don’t understand why she’s saying that.

She says I understand your situation, but what can I do. I can book you tomorrow instead. I tell her that’s not an issue for me because I could do that myself. I just want to know if I can book for this slot later, and why her system isn’t allowing her to do that.

Then, she goes okay let me just check again. Literally 5 seconds later, she says okay I found an appointment for that time for you. I’m going to read you the terms and agreements now. 🤦🏻‍♂️

I got the appointment.

Now, i’m just chilling until my test is ready and someone finishes their test early so I could go in asap.

The admin Joan was so nice to me about it the whole time. I wanna be her friend her and treat her out just for that.

So i’m just waiting at this nice spot until then. The office in San Dimas is right next to a regional park where Raging Waters is located too. I’m gonna go for a drive to see more of the view, but it’s really nice. It’s very calming and peaceful out here. I’m thankful I got lucky with this testing location.

Hope I pass.

[charloveschimpanzees]

i wrote this last year please excuse the grammar/writing errors and cringe. yea, i know it sucks ass. (i didn’t proof read and don’t want to)

also sorry for the spaces in between each paragraph/sentence, i copied this off of my wattpad and the format now sucks literal dick.

(this is based on true events)

       The soft, white-colored comforter wrinkles from the movement underneath it. The 4'9 green goblin (goblin these nuts) slowly opens his tired eyes, blinking to get used to the sign of a new day glowing from his half-closed curtains. He gently picks up his hands, using them to wipe his eyes of any leftover exhaustion, ready to start a new day but also not wanting to. Shrek sighs lightly, moving his arm to pick the comforter off of his small, dainty body, moving it to the side. Before getting up to start his morning routine Shrek takes a moment to think about life. Oh, how he wished some bald, hot, and tall white guy were here to wake up with him.

'maybe one day...' Shrek says in his head, trying to be a little positive.

     After Shreks's morning routine of pissing into a cup, he goes to his closet to pick out the outfit of the day.

'hm... I have to go to the library later today. I'll find something that looks nice for the occasion.' he speaks to himself. As he's scanning his closet for something to wear, Shreks eye catches an outfit.

'Perfect!!'

(this is the outfit)

Shrek slipped the basic outfit over his tiny green body, followed by attaching the choker to his neck. This outfit was a little more basic than usual, but he didn't mind.

After Shrek felt ready, he took his satchel and headed out the door.

The hot pink car was gliding across the roads, the air flowing against it as it passes by. Shrek drives at about 115 mph and soon gets to his destination. the library.

Shreks mind was focused on one thing. Getting the book he needed, which was "fifty shades of grey". God, he was just so excited to read it. He just wanted his hands on that book so badly.

Skipping past strangers with a cheeky smile, Shrek gets closer and closer to the area where his book would be. He goes into an open room and slides past shelves of books, to finally find his book.

The book rests at the top of the shelves, leaving Shrek no chance of reaching it. 'i'm just too smol...' he thinks to himself.

However, Shrek still tries to reach for the book. Obviously he doesn't succeed. As he's reaching for the book Shrek feels another's presence next to him, but ignores it, focused on getting the book he wanted badly.

Shreks groaned. "I can't get this book!" he whispered out loud and followed it with another grunt.

"need help, baby girl?" A deep voice calls.

Shreks eyes widen for a second and he gasps, but he soon calms down after he looks over to his right to see the one and only...

MR CLEAN!!!!

Shrek blushes instantly, eyes going up and down on Mr. Cleans 7 foot frame. Shrek cant contain himself, but is able to calm himself down somehow.

"he's so much hotter in real life... i want him to rip me to shreds..." Shrek says with passion, staring into Mr. cleans deep, shit stained eyes.

"oh, i would love to, kitten." Me. clean replies with, winking and smirking at the small boy.

Shrek can feel himself grow  deeper shade of red, and sweat starts to form.

"I-I-I-I-I SAID THAT OUT L-L-L-LOUD???" Shrek whisper yells, thankfully remembering that he's in a library. To be honest, shreks isn't that mad that he said it out loud. oh stop the truth.

"yeah." Mr. clean maintains eye contact.

Shrek stares back into Mr. Cleans hungry eyes, crazing something from him.

"fuck it" Shrek is able to squeak out before aggressively smashing his lips into The 7 foot tall Mr. Clean, having to jump to do so. Mr. Clean quickly grabs onto Shrek and holds him against his body so they can kiss more. He slowly inches his hands lower and lower onto shreks ass, whilst stilling deep into a make out sesh with him.

Shrek moans into the kiss as soon as Mr. Cleans huge and firm hands touch his ass. His open mouth allowed the other guys tongue to slip in, both their tongues soon battling for dominance.

They break away from the passionate kiss and stare at each other with no emotion. After 3 hours and 48 minutes of staring, Mr. Clean finally moves forward into the shelves, forcing Shrek beneath him with shreks back going into the book shelves.

Shreks groans from the slight pain of being slammed into the shelve.

"just go inside me already... pweaze?" shrek says while holding puppy dog eyes.

"ofc baby girl. i'll tear you up like you asked 3 hours and 50 minutes ago." Mr. Clean replies with deeply and sternly.

While still in the library, Mr. clean rips off Shreks beautiful outfit.

Shrek moans from the air touching his smol body, eager to get fucked.

Mr. clean tears off his pants, letting his 16 incher free to be seen.

"i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i... y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you're too b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big..." Shreks speaks, balling.

"you can take it my little geese." mr. clean groans.

Mr. clean lines himself up with shreks hole, moving in slowly to make sure shrek is getting used to his size. He suddenly starts moving shrek very quickly up and down his dick, filling up shreks mouth with uncontrollable moans.

shrek basically screams, already feeling his climax forming in his stomach.

"shh!!" biggie cheese yells at the two having sex in front of him, then going back to his piano lesson.

"sorry biggie." mr. clean whispers, still moving at a fast pace of in and out.

"i'm gonna cum." mr. clean states, and then he fills up shrek with his warm, clear and sticky kids.

"AUUUGHHHH!!!!" shrek screams.

[branvashippers]

Chapter 6 - Getting Lost

A/N: It took us like over three hours to write this...we were like re-enacting the scene and going to all of our favorite romance books and reading all the kissing scenes and analyzing them and everything...we literally have no idea how to do this ;-; 

As they stepped through the door they were laughing and blushing. Her mom promptly yelled at her.

"你为什么花了这么长时间? (Why did you take so long?)" She scowled. Iva stuttered. She didn't know what to say. Brandon came to her rescue.

"We were at the library and studying for the upcoming final in class–Mr. Wheeler will be basing partners on that–it's important to do well to get a competent partner." he said. Her mom gave her an approving look and Iva turned around, fleeing to her room. Brandon gave her mom a mischievous look and followed Iva upstairs.

"So I heard someone is crushing on me." Brandon smirked, and the blood rushed to the surface of Iva's cheeks. Slowly, he moved forward and pushed her against her bed frame. Her knees backed up against the bed frame and she gradually was forced to sit down. Then, he leaned forward and she laid down on the bed. Her hair quickly rolled out of her bun and spread all over her sheets. His arms were on both sides of her head, locking her in his warm embrace.

The blush was on both of their cheeks, now, so intense it was like a red marker sprawled on their faces. He crawls over her and their eyes locked. Their breaths are now quick. Iva thinks quickly.

"I am so sorry I can't, I'm not allowed to do this–we shouldn't be doing this...you know that." she whispers.

"What's a little kiss going to do to your studies?" the mischief spread throughout his face. Staring into his hazelnut-brown eyes, her own clouded up with confusion as she got lost in his all-knowing eyes. Logic was gone now. In that moment, she remembered her resolve while walking back–she had to take the initiative, it wasn't the time to be getting flustered. Leaning over, she quickly pecked him on the cheek. Surprised at her initiative, he licked his lips and smiled.

"You think it's over now? No way in hell is that enough." Leaning in, he hovered over her face. Iva shut her eyes, waiting for everything she wanted for that whole month, year, or lifetime. This was her only chance.

She could feel the warmth of his lips nearing hers. But all of the sudden there was a loud, discordant buzzing sound. Brandon's pocket was buzzing, immediately cooling down the situation and neutralizing the previous hot mood.

"Sorry. I gotta take this call." his apologetic eyes started back to her on the bed as he got up and answered the phone.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING. I DRESSED ALL UP FOR OUR DINNER RESERVATIONS IN A DRESS AND HEELS FOR YOU. I'VE BEEN WAITING AND YOU HAVEN'T SHOWED UP. WHERE ARE YOU." a distorted scream came out from his phone. Iva's heart dropped as she covertly listened in on the conversation that Brandon felt was so important.

"I'm sorry. I'm heading over right now." The heat from their episode was over, replaced with this icy wall that she couldn't break.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU." The voice grew louder, tearing Iva's heart in pieces. It had to be his mom or sister or something, right?

"Babe calm down...I'm at Mike's house, chillin' and playing League of Legends." Her heart shatters. Babe???? It couldn't be. After all he said, he'd done. He could lie so smoothly too.

"LIAR THAT WAS A HYPOTHETICAL QUESTION YOU'RE AT A RANDOM CHICK'S HOUSE WHILE I'M WAITING IN THE DECEMBER AIR ALONE." Her screaming rang through the room."

"Baby...we were studying...for the finals...you never study with me."

"NO. NO. COME HERE RIGHT NOW."

"I'm coming. I'm coming. Extra kisses for you tonight." He opened the door and jumped back. At the door was another girl in their class, Lilly...and she looked ready to murder.

#branva

[semipretentious]

I relapsed and i feel so fucking stupid sosososososo stupid so stupid. you stupid bitch!!! the last two times ive relapsed was after a huge huge fight/ almost break up w my bf, then i look manipulative.

after we had fought for hours where i had a full bpd split rage fit turned dont leave me screaming on the floor, i said okay im gonna give u space and go calm down in the shower and he said pls pls dont cut yourself in there. so i was honest and said i alr did, (when he were crying in the shower earlier (bc i was being so mean)) and it made him upset & i felt so fucking bad but i was freaking the fuck out screaming at the top of my lungs and idk how my neighbors havent called the cops fr.

Since being off my meds the last two months ive had 4 full mental breakdowns. 1 involving sh relapse and another involving him having to physically restrain me bc i was beating myself in the head and slapping myself. He doesn’t deserve this and he said the other night that was the last time, it’s too much. he said being with me is draining. I love him more than anything but he said it doesnt feel like it. I truly have let my mental illness take control of my life, control of me. I am a shell of a person, barely living, and when I go out it’s all based on lies abt how/ what im doing.

So anyway my goal for tomorrow is to make an apt with my old therapist (hopefully she has some openings soon) thus start dbt back IMMEDIATELY. Prior to writing this, bc i needed an outlet, i was reading thru one of a few books im gonna read and send the relative points to my bf abt being ina relationship w someone w bpd. I encourage anyone struggling with maintaining relationships to check them out, i like workbooks etc bc i find them validating and helpful, idk why the fuck I stopped trying lmao

Anyone w bpd reading this thinking nah ill be okay off my meds... lol.. get back on! its literally my fault. I just haven’t bothered to make an apt w the dr to get it straight. Ughh heres to healing I guess??? ugh

#tw #tw cutting mention #tw sh mention #living with bpd #actually bpd #bpd vent

[creativelyderangedme]

The Best Advice EVER

In Chameleon, instead of trying to just get Marinette to not get Akumatized in the bathroom, Tiki gives her some advice that changes the rest of the show.

Warning: Minor swearing ahead. Because reasons.

Just an idea based on some personal experience recently

.oOo.

Marinette growled, finding her way into a stall and taking a seat on the closed toilet lid, her hands shaking after the confrontation with the school’s resident liar. Her body trembled in anger. In fear. In total dismay over being threatened. 

Who did that? 

“I thought Chloe was bad, but Lila really takes the whole cake.” She took a shaky breath, her voice rising, “She’s like a supervillain who doesn’t even need a costume!”

The little red Kwami of creation watched her holder with worry and shared anger for how she’d been treated, but aside from comforting the girl, there was not much more she could do - even if she desperately wanted to. It pained her so much to see such a creative soul hurt like this, and one of her bugs no less! “You mustn't let her get to you Marinette,” She implored, hoping the girl would take a breath.

But she didn’t. 

Instead, her eyes grew shinier with tears threatening to spill and voice harsh but fragile as it broke, “If I don’t manage to expose her lies, she’ll ruin my life Tiki! She’ll turn my friends against me - including Adrien!” The tears finally broke through the dam and she growled loudly as a sob wracked her body and her fist came up to slam against the stall’s wall.

And that’s when Tiki knew she had to do something. 

Not only was her holder in danger of being possessed by an Akuma, but her whole outlook on the situation was so destructive, Tiki could practically feel the future repercussions from a mile away.

She flew in front of her chosen’s face, taking a deep breath before speaking up loudly over Marinette’s sobs, “Now listen here! That is ENOUGH.”

The girl looked up at her through tears that refused to slow, opening her mouth to argue, but the Kwami wasn’t done.

“You need to calm the fuck down.”

And just like that, Marinette’s sobs quieted as she was left speechless at the language thrown at her. Everything sputtering to a complete stop in her shock.

“Listen, Marinette, I know this seems like the end of the world, and right now someone telling you ‘it’s going to be okay’ is the last thing you want to hear. So I’m not going to say that. You’re not wrong to be upset about that girl threatening you, but the way you’re acting is going to get you hurt!”

Marinette blinked, mouth parting slightly, but unable to form any words.

“I’m not going to tell you to just believe everything is okay, because sometimes it isn’t, but you are Ladybug. You’ve literally accomplished the impossible before! The liar aside, stuff happens, Marinette! Circumstances are what they are. Friendships fail, people are hurt, trust is lost - and I know you’re angry and hurt and sad - but you’re in the thick of it, and the only thing you can control in this equation is YOU, and your reaction. You have to acknowledge what’s happened, accept the parts you can’t control and address the parts you can!”

There was a soft sniffle from the noirette as she seemed to mull over her little speech, “What - what are you saying Tiki?”

Tiki floated down to the cupped hands Marinette offered as a perch as she looked up meaningfully at her holder, “I’m saying that there is always going to be someone or something out there that will threaten you - and I don’t just mean bad guys. But even if you weren’t a superhero, it’s not your job to fix everything. Holding yourself to that standard isn’t just unfair - it’s downright destructive.”

“B-but she’s going to hurt my friends! She’s lying to them and promising them things that are untrue!”

“And who does that hurt when the truth comes out?”

“Them!” she exclaimed the obvious answer like it would change Tiki’s mind and make her agree. But it didn’t. In fact, it only proved her point, making it clear to the Kwami of creation how much her holder was holding over her own head.

“But it’s not your job to protect them all the time. They have to learn on their own, just like you. On the other hand, who gets hurt if you keep trying to prove Lila is a liar as a one-man-crusader and she does manage to convince everyone to turn on you?”

“M-me.”

“Exactly.”

“So you’re telling me I should just ignore it? I should just let her keep lying to the people I care about?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all.” Tiki shook her head, a small smile finally appearing on her tiny lips, “I’m saying that you only need to address the things you can control. Do you have control over what your friends believe?”

Marinette looked like she was going to say something, but instead, she closed her mouth and shook her head no.

“Right. But you do have control over how you react to this situation, and getting Akumatized over some liar isn’t going to help anything, now is it?”

Marinette let out a little giggle as a smile spread over her face, “No, it’s not.” She mumbled reaching up to wipe the tear tracks from her face.

Tiki sighed in relief. She’d managed to jump in and calm the girl down before an Akuma could show itself. 

In fact, unbeknownst to her, she’d managed to get Marinette calmed down before Hawkmoth had even gotten a chance to release the butterfly at all. Something that deeply aggravated him as he lost the feeling of any strong enough emotions in the area, and therefore preventing Lila from becoming Chameleon at all.

The Kwami floated up to look her holder in the eye once more, a much more confident look on her face, “Now then, what are you going to do next?”

Marinette smiled softly lifting a hand to gently brush her Kwami’s head, “I can’t change what everyone believes. But I can take steps to protect myself. And I can speak up about the things that bother me - like the seat change.”

Tiki hummed, her smile growing as she zipped up to place a kiss on Marinette’s cheek, “I’m so proud of you.”

Marinette left the bathroom with every intention of finding her teacher and speaking up about what had happened that morning when a familiar voice rang out behind her, “Oh, hey there Marinette.”

She turned with a squeak to find Adrien strolling up with a smile - one that quickly faded as he looked her over, worry quickly replacing his mirth, “Hey, are you okay? Were you - were you crying?”

Marinette’s hands, came up quickly to try and wipe away any remaining evidence of her breakdown, with the words ‘I’m fine’ on her lips before a soft nudge from her purse caught her attention.

Right.

The only thing she had control over was her reaction to the situation. And it wasn’t healthy to bottle something like this up. She was a superhero, but she was also human.

“A-actually, no. I’m not.” She managed a coherent sentence to her crush, she offered him a little smile even as his brows creased further in worry.

“What happened?”

She proceeded to tell him how Lila had been lying all day and threatened her in the bathroom, not leaving out a single detail - even the part about Lila keeping her away from Adrien, taking calming breaths the entire time. She told him about how much it bothered her to see her friends lied to, but how she couldn’t change what they believed. But it was important to say something because she’d been hurt none-the-less because of the lie. When she was done, she sighed as she looked up towards their classroom, a thoughtful look on her face, “I was going to go see to Mrs. Bustier and talk to her about the seating arrangement. I want to tell her about what happened in the bathroom, but I don’t know if she’ll believe me. I don’t exactly have proof.”

She looked back to him then to find him frowning in thought. His emerald eyes found her and there was so much guilt there, but also resolution, “Maybe you don't have proof, but how about back-up?”

Because she’d told him about the threat and her true feelings on the matter of being pushed out by her friends, Adrien found that ignoring the problem and taking the highroad was not going to change anything. Lies hurt people. Even small ones meant to get attention. 

And Marinette was his friend. He’d never let her get hurt if he could prevent it.

They then went and spoke to Mrs. Bustier together, telling her why Marinette had been so upset earlier over the seats, and the incident in the bathroom. And because their teacher wasn’t a pushover and knew the students wouldn’t lie about a claim as serious as this, she investigated the incident.

Seriously tho. Like, so many things could have been prevented if Marinette didn’t have the hero complex she does. She didn’t have to handle everything on her own. And If she’d spoken to someone sooner, like half of season 3 probably would have gone a totally different way.

ALSO, someone has GOT to teach this kid how to handle her anxiety. She spends so much time catastrophizing and freaking out over the what-ifs and the possible failures that she never gives herself a chance to enjoy the moment as it is right now. She’s going to burn herself out before she even gets a chance to do anything else, and the GIRL IS 15! Dear lord, child, live a little. You have your whole life ahead of you. 

#lila rossi exposed #protective adrien agreste #adrien agreste #tiki is a wise kwami #you can't tell me she's lived as long as she has and hasn't figured out how to give decent advice #marinette is allowed to feel #literally based on a book called calm the fuck down #marinette needs a hug #marinette is human #she's also a teenager #tiki gives great advice #ml salt #chameleon #chameleon salt #miraculous ladybug #anxiety coping #ml anxiety #anxious marinette #miraculousladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir