Tumgik
#my original writing
thewintersoldatt · 15 days
Text
SORRY, NOT SORRY -RAFE CAMERON
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!listener
Summary: Rafe can be a “good” boyfriend when he wants to be… with a sprinkle of manipulation of course.
Warnings: Naughty language, Fluff low-key from our toxic daddy, ft. JJ being a chaotic mess.
notes: This audio is set during 1x05. Instead of it being midsummer's, it's the listeners birthday! I've been working on this all week and I'm tired of listening to it on repeat, so if something doesn't add up, it's because I got lazy. And I wish Rafe told me he loved me. 😭
word count: Its audio, my panties are wet and so are yours.
Scene one
JJ: Ah, would you look at this! It's our birthday girl!
You: What are you doing here?
Our cutie patootie rambles on then walks off with the security guard.
During this pause count to about 6 or 7.
You: What the hell did you guys do to his face?
Rafe: We didn't do anything… his face was like that when he…showed up.
You: Well, why did you guys corner him in here?
Rafe: We were just making sure... he knew his place. And that he's not allowed here. If anything, we were doing you and your parents a favor, I mean, god knows what he already took.
You: You promised me you wouldn’t start anything tonight, Rafe.
Rafe: Can you give us a minute? I'd like to talk to my girlfriend... alone, so get out. Alright, um, can I speak first since you wanna do this right now?
You: Go ahead.
Rafe: How long have you lived here?
You: I was born here.
Rafe: Yes you were born here, but where - where did you grow up?
You: Figure 8.
Rafe: Yes, you grew up on Figure 8. And where did... our pal JJ grow up?
You: The cut.
Rafe: The Cut. and that's exactly my point, baby. We're kooks. And... what is JJ again?
You: Jesus, Rafe don't start-
Rafe: Come on, you wanna talk, let’s talk. What about communication? Isn’t that what we're supposed to be working on?
Count to 3 during this pause.
You: He’s a pouge.
Rafe: See that wasn't so hard, now was it? Now, let me make something clear, and stop me if you get a little confused - you and me. We’re practically royalty on this island. We’re together for a reason. And before you saying, yes I do love you. I always have and I always will. You’re mine. You’re it for me, sweetheart. And… you’re a kook. So, start acting like one before I do something about it, mkay?
You: God, you’re a dick you know that? How about you leave too.
Rafe: Ugh, look I’m sorry, alright? It’s just… it’s just when I saw him on the patio talking to Sarah I lost it. This is supposed to be your day and I didn’t want him ruining it. Kind of like when… uh… we switched out the coke with flour and gave it to Top because he ate your cupcakes.
You: And how is that relevant to this?
Rafe: It’s sorta the same thing. You - you worked hard on those. Uh, he ate them. I was pissed because they were for me. And you were upset because I wanted to punch him in the throat. Tomato, tomahto. Blah, blah, blah. See you’re smiling, I love it when you smile.
You: You’re such a sap.
Rafe: I love you.
You: I love you too.
Rafe: And again, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I just didn’t know how else to get him to leave. You know how JJ and his friends are. All of them are drawn to us like a moth to a flame. Now, uh, can we put this behind us and get back to the party?
You: Thats the smartest thing that’s come out of your fat mouth all night, baby.
Rafe: By the way, I really do think he took something from your bedroom.
You: What?
Rafe: I saw him come down from the hallway, unless he took something from your dad’s office?
You: You’re serious?
Rafe: As a heart attack.
You: But… I’ve never done anything to him.
Rafe: That’s what they do though. You should know this by now. They butter you up, just to take whatever they can right from under our noses. It’s sick, if I’m being honest.
You: So much for trying to be civil.
Rafe: I know, yeah, I’ll talk to your dad, and um, see what we can do. But for now, let’s go celebrate. It’s not everyday someone turns 17.
@rafesapologist @rvfecamerons @sadfury @rafesthroatbaby @rafesaddiction @hockeybabe87 @rafeinterlude @starkeyisthelastname @secretly-tumb1r @kingkylie444 @stayonmars @maybankswhore @barbiiecams @princessmisery666 @ilovebarrykeoghan
If you would like to be tagged, I gotchu sis.
364 notes · View notes
snugglebug-mj-blog · 9 days
Text
Can't find the perfect (my original idea)
Just imagine finding a secret room underneath the great 7 statues, Like one walking behind one because you saw something and you see a button and pushing it only for it to open a hatch on the back of the statue. You slowly climb down to find a small almost empty room.
Tumblr media
“This would be perfect for a ‘me cave’. Just need to add some stuff and not tell anyone about it. A place for me to get away from everyone to just be by myself to think, to cry, or to simply breathe ” Y/n thought to herself as she looked around before nodding.
After decorating the room
Tumblr media
Y/n looked around and nodded to herself. It wasn't much but it was hers.
It was after classes on a friday and y/n was tired and had a horrible headache so she went to her secret room and fell asleep. This week was more hectic than normal, grim being grim, Crowley being a huge jerk making y/n do his paperwork and refusing to find her away home, classes, bullies. With the lack of sleep y/n has had she was really tired but happy that next week was a break. Y/n had just planned to sleep for a few hours but instead she slept the weekend away.  {I've done this before i fell asleep on friday and didn't wake up until sunday night.} When she woke up loud thunder, and people shouting could be heard. Y/n quickly climbed out of her secret room only to find the sky dark, with green lightning shooting across the sky, as y/n started walking towards the school a Scarabia student ran up to her “You’re ok! Good! Come!” he said as he gently grabbed her wrist before they both started running through the school. Students and staff sighed in relief as they saw y/n. Soon the two got to the meeting room, the Scarabia threw open the door “I FOUND HER! SHE’S HERE!” The student yelled as he pulled y/n into the room y/n saw all of her friends and teachers. Before y/n could say anything Crewel had her in a tight hug, y/n could hear his heart racing before pulling her away from him “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Everyone yelled as they circled her “No one has seen you since friday!” Crewel said as he checked her for injuries  y/n blinked in confusion “I’m sorry. I was under a lot of stress because Crowley gave me all his paperwork to do plus school assignments and chasing after grim i guess i passed out somewhere” y/n rambled out quickly as tears filled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to, i’ll make sure i don’t do that again” y/n said as bowed “you can’t control it if you pass out due to lack of sleep but next time at least tell someone how you are feeling” silver said as he rubbed her back. Everyone was happy to see she was ok but right now they wanted to make sure she ate properly, and made sure she wasn’t hurt anywhere. 
All dorm leaders were highly ticked off as was crewel they dealt with crowley their way, Now crowley won’t even ask y/n for anything, he pays her more, and fixes up the ramshack dorm were y/n now has air and heat. Everyone takes turns helping y/n if she needs it.
122 notes · View notes
strxwberry-milku · 4 months
Text
𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🎀
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 , 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 . 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 🎀
Tumblr media
𝐉𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐎 :
1 🎀. 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 ( 𝐔𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 )
2 🎀. 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰
3 🎀. 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞
4 🎀. 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧
5 🎀. 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲
6 🎀. 𝐀𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
7 🎀. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬
8 🎀. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ( 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 )
𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐎 :
1 🎀. 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞
2 🎀. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 :
1 🎀. “𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐖𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥”
2 🎀. 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐀 :
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐞 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ) 🎀
𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 :
1 🎀. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐉𝐄𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐎)
2 🎀. 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧 (𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒)
3 🎀. 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧? ( 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠)
129 notes · View notes
mr-iskender · 30 days
Text
It's that, you can never go back.
The friend who once knew your every sorrow and triumph--she may smile at you from across the table, but she is a stranger now. And it's no one's fault really. People grow up and grow apart and go their own ways.
Restaurants close. Players retire. And still, there I am, sitting across from my sister at a plastic table in a mom and pop cafe, which served the best breakfast sandwiches I've ever had in my life. But she likes pancakes and we have a stack of them on the table. And neither of us are happy with our lives, but there, in that cafe, with its fogged over windows and its cheer we are safe from the deadly cold outside.
It's gone now, that place. And somewhere the small TV affixed to the corner is still talking about Tom Brady's thumb injury as patrons huddle merrily around plastic tables and eat and laugh. On the wall is a picture of the owners with Andrew Ference and the cup -- he brought it there when they won.
The love lingers long after things are gone. The love matters. And it can't take you back.
42 notes · View notes
melloncolliegalaxies · 7 months
Text
"we were meant to be," he said, 
"it's the butterfly effect." 
it's leaving your hometown,
it's wishing a stranger a happy birthday, 
it's meeting me in a mediocre mall. 
it's everything before me never working out, 
despite how badly you once wanted it to, 
despite how you bargained with God to prove himself and make her stay,
when it was a God who split us all in halves in the first place. 
i don't believe i'm the rest of your limbs and you may not be the rest of my heart,
but you can have whatever's left in my chest and we will stitch
our night-and-day remnants together, 
and i will chronicle our love beneath
whatever rough draft is scrawled in the stars above. 
— rough draft || melancholy galaxies (t.e.t.)
99 notes · View notes
thoughtsroamguy · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
New chapter and a new cover!
This new cover was made by the talented @furiousfinnstan!
Read ch. 26 "Witch Hazel/Hollyhock" here!
50 notes · View notes
not-a-space-alien · 7 months
Text
All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 16: Tea Party
Surprise! Two in one day. Sometimes you just get a little excited over your blorbos >:3
In this chapter:
youtube
Story Masterpost
On AO3
As always thanks to @static-stars and @appelsiinilight ! :)
Important note: Since is the first chapter in the series that's had large portions of dialogue in Pixish interspersed within large portions of English dialogue, I decided to differentiate the two languages by putting Pixish dialogue in italics. Thistle, of course, understands both, but I thought it was important to make it obvious at a glance which language was actually being spoken because not all characters in this chapter are bilingual.
***
Marcy, a human who spoke English and a little bit of Pixish.  
Thistle, a pixie who spoke Pixish and English.  
Severa, a naga who spoke only Pixish.  
Jewel, a merminnow who spoke English and his native underwater language, which no one else at the table spoke.  
Moon, a moth fairy who spoke English, Pixish, and a number of other unknown languages.  
And Violet, a borrower who only spoke English.  
For someone who'd never expected to meet anyone who wasn't a Pixie, and who'd only been vaguely aware of the existence of other languages until recently, it was a lot.  Especially since they were all going to be at the same table.
Marcy helped Thistle set up.  They got out the biggest table he had–it was from a doll tea party set.  It was always a challenge to find furniture that was scaled exactly right since there was such a variety, and this particular set he treasured both because it happened to be exactly the right size for him, and because it came with a set of usable teacups and a teapot, all made out of fine ceramic.  Thistle privately thought it was too nice for a child to use for play, and any parent giving this to a clumsy child would be a fool.
He got out the plates he had too–likewise from a set for dolls.  These ones were a little too big, but Thistle figured that was all right since Moon and Severa were bigger than him anyway.  Marcy got him a nice, thin towel that made an excellent tablecloth, which he shook out and put over the table before putting out all the place settings.  Marcy dug out the castaways from other mismatched sets that Thistle didn’t use–for Violet, a chair from a set that had been too small, and for Moon, one from a set that had been too big.  Thistle had Marcy set the table on stacks of notecards to elevate it until Moon’s chair was the correct height, then do the same for the rest of the chairs until they could all sit equally level at the table.  Violet’s chair was cartoonish–she would have to climb a stack more notecard than chair to get up to the table, but the alternative was making Moon sit with his knees to his chest, which Thistle didn’t want to do.  The chairs were all boosted to the appropriate height in the end, and Thistle preened, so excited about having such a variety of people to talk to.
The whole setup was placed directly next to Marcy’s table setting, so she could sit at the human-sized chair to participate…and be within grabbing distance of the participants.
Teddy helped him make some small cakes, which he set out with a little bowl of jam.  Colin got out the mealworms and put them in an ornamental dish, and also arranged crackers, cheese, and fruit at Thistle’s instructions.  Marcy started brewing the tea so it would be hot when everyone arrived.
Teddy and Colin asked if they should participate, and Thistle apologetically told them it would probably be better to minimize the number of humans looming over them.  He didn’t specify names, but he knew Moon would probably be incredibly unhappy with having three giants at the table.  Teddy and Colin made themselves scarce, wishing Thistle good luck and shutting themselves in their bedroom to watch TV.  He could see the disappointment on their faces, though they were happy to support him.  They were good friends like that. 
He didn’t blame them for being disappointed.  This was going to be great.
Jewel arrived first, mostly because he arrived when Thistle instructed Marcy to scoop up some water and carry him over to the table in a mug.  She set it down and pushed the cup flush with the small table, so Jewel didn’t have to lean over so much.
“Hey, bug boy!” Jewel shouted as he was set down.  “This is quite a spread you’ve set out!”
“Yeah!” Thistle enthused.  “Teddy helped me–no!”  He cried this last part with horror as Jewel tried to take some of the cakes.  “Stop!  We can’t eat until everyone else is here!”
Jewel let go and held his hands up defensively.  “Sheesh!  All right.”
“No need to be snippish, Thistle,” Marcy chided.
“Sorry,” Thistle said, embarrassed.
Jewel crossed his arms and rested them on the lip of the cup.  “Marcy…  Are you…?”  He looked at her from under his eyebrows, clearly struggling to get the words out.  “Um.”
He’s scared, Marcy realized.  She drew her hands around the cup, which caused him to flinch back, which wasn’t at all what she’d intended.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said.  “I promise.  I’ll be keeping a very close eye on her.”
Jewel nodded, some of his tension dissipating.  “Right.  Thanks.  Maybe this will be nice…or at the very least, not a disaster.”
Violet arrived next.  Petunia was dragged along behind her, clutching her leg, sobbing and wailing about how she wanted to go to the tea party too.  Violet told her over and over that she couldn't because it was too dangerous, and eventually Marcy convinced her to go sit in the pink dollhouse instead.  
Violet was still a little nervous about being handled, so she rappelled herself up to the top of the table with a grappling hook.  “Eh,” she said.  “I forgot ‘bout the fishmen.”
“Yo,” Jewel said, raising his hand.  "I'm Jewel." He'd been trying to get less shy about telling people his name at Colin's suggestion, not that he would ever admit he'd taken it.
"I'm Violet," she said, looking at the food instead of Jewel.
“Don’t touch the snacks, or Thistle will bite your hand off.”
“They’re for when everyone gets here!” Thistle insisted.  “It’s just–Violet!”  
Violet had started taking a cracker even as Thistle had been speaking.  “It’s just one from a stack,” she said, holding it up.  It was the size of a dinner plate to her.  “No one’ll notice it’s gone.”
“...everyone already at the table will notice, because we just saw you–You know what, fine, pick your battles.  You can have one cracker, but that’s it.”
Violet slipped the cracker into her bag.  It stuck out the top very visibly.  Thistle walked over and gave it a kick, which broke it so the pieces slid down into a heap in the bag.
“Hey!” Violet said.  “Don’t touch my stuff!”
“Your st-  Violet, I-”
“It’s all right, Thistle,” Marcy interrupted.  She reached over and picked him up by the back of the shirt, and he went limp like a kitten that’d been scruffed.  “Don’t get all worked up, everything is fine.  We have more crackers.”
She set him down in one of the chairs.  Thistle looked embarrassed again.  “Sorry, I just want it to be perfect.”
“Because that moth man is going to be here, is that it?” Jewel said, smiling devilishly.
Thistle went bright red and hid his face.
“Speaking of,” Jewel said.
Thistle instantly stood up, craning his neck at the window Moon had instructed them to leave open for him to enter.  It was five minutes after the start time of three o’ clock, which was the fashionably late he’d warned Thistle about.
Moon alighted on the windowsill, fanning his wings and peering into the house cautiously.  He wore the outfit they’d picked out together - a deep blue velvet suit with a red cravat and a wide-brimmed hat topped with a feather, the sunglasses tying the whole look together. 
Thistle had warned Marcy to try and be restrained around Moon to not freak him out, so she sat at the table vibrating with excitement, eyes burning on him with barely held-back eagerness.  
Moon spotted Thistle and fluttered onto the table.  Thistle jogged over, smiling big.  "Moon!  Moon, thank you for coming!"
"Of course.  It’s lovely to see you."  Moon slid his sunglasses down to peer at Violet, still sitting at the table.  "And who's this lovely creature?"
Violet blushed and squirmed.  "V-Violet."  
Moon took her hand and gave it a kiss.  "It's a pleasure to meet you," he purred.  "You may call me Moon."  
Violet blushed even deeper and giggled.  Thistle felt dread crash over him.  Oh no.  This was the worst thing that could have happened.  Moon is like this with everyone.  
Marcy couldn’t hold it in any longer.  She leaned over, grinning.  "Moon, it's-"
Moon cut her off with a glare.  "You may call me Mister Moon."  
Wow, okay, so maybe not everyone.  Marcy wrung her hands, enthusiasm shot.  "Right, okay….  Mr. Moon, it's great to meet you.  Thistle's told me about you." 
Moon pointed at her with his cane.  "Let me make something perfectly clear for you.  I am not here for your entertainment.  You are not to touch me, ever, nor my companions without explicit permission immediately beforehand.  As long as I am in the room, there will always be a nearby window open, or some substitutable manner of egress.  You are not to stop me from attempting to leave, and you are not to make demands of me.  You are not to touch me, ever.  Do I make myself clear?"
Marcy looked cowed and chastised.  "Y-yes, sir."
"Moon," Thistle whispered.  "You don't have to talk to Marcy that way.  She's nice."
Moon turned away from Marcy.  “Never hurts to set clear boundaries.”
Thistle mouthed Sorry to Marcy, and she shrugged.
“Well, Marcy is going to make sure everything goes smoothly, and that Severa really does stay nonviolent.  Um, I’m sure she’d love to talk with you, Moon, but-”
Moon pointedly turned his back to Marcy and walked over to the table.
“Right,” Thistle said.  “Um.”  He skittered over to Marcy.  “Sorry, Marcy,” he whispered.  “I want you to have fun, too, but it might be better for you to hang back and not intervene unless someone is in physical danger.”
“Oh,” Marcy said, trying not to let it show how crushed she was.  “Right.  I’ll…I’ll observe.”
“I’m really sorry, it’s just-”
“No, no, I get it.”  She was trying very, very hard to get it and just be happy to be an observer–it really was an incredible privilege very few other humans had ever gotten–but she felt herself getting more upset with Moon.  Of course it made total sense for him to be standoffish around her–there was no telling what kinds of experiences he had in his past–but could she not even interact with Thistle freely when he was around?  Surely he didn’t have the right to demand that?
She kept her eyes on him.  His frame was broader than Thistle’s, more muscular, and Thistle barely came up past his waist.  Thistle seemed…more at ease around him much more quickly than he had been with Marcy.
Don’t be jealous.  Don’t be jealous of a guy eight inches tall.  That’s too ridiculous.
More than that, she was burning with curiosity.  She knew even less about him than Thistle did, even less about him than she knew about Jewel and Violet and Severa.  It was a significant effort to not just reach out and brush her fingers against him.  The temptation was real, but she knew the consequences would be dire.
His wings were beautiful, with eye spots.  He smelled nice.  He fanned his wings as he stepped forwards towards Jewel, getting on with the interrupted introductions.  "And who might this strapping specimen be?"
Jewel flushed deep red and sank down into the water in his mug, averting his eyes.  For someone who’d been teasing Thistle about having a crush, he’d gotten awfully quiet as soon as the attractive one had shown up.
"This is Jewel," Thistle said.  "He's shy."  
"I'm not shy!" Jewel burst out.  
"Then say hello."  
He looked nervously at Moon.  "H-hello."  
"There," Moon purred.  "See, I don't bite."  
Marcy cleared her throat.  "Speaking of… It seems like everyone is here now.  Should I bring her out?  Is everyone ready?”
The creatures on the table scuttered to their seats.  Moon took the seat to Thistle’s right, leaning his cane against the chair, while Violet sat at the end of the line.  
That left the other half of the table empty.  A gap big enough for the largest tiny person invited. 
“I think we’re ready!” Thistle said, flashing her a thumbs-up.  
“Ready,” Moon announced.  
“Let’s go, I guess,” Violet said nervously.  
Jewel glowered and crossed his arms.  "Sooner it can be over, I guess."  
Marcy walked into the pantry, leaving the tiny creatures alone.
“Why are we doing this again?” Jewel said.
“If I can form a connection with Severa, she might not need to hunt,” Thistle answered.
Moon was staring at him.  Thistle shrunk under his gaze.  “I just–I just think it’s worth trying to find some way she can live without killing people.”
Moon folded his hands on his lap.  “That’s awfully noble of you.”
“I still think this is kinda stupid,” Violet muttered.  “She’s a predator.”
“We can at least try!” Thistle insisted.  “If you had to eat people to survive, I’m sure you’d love for someone to try and help you!  She’s hurt and trapped and scared and she has no way to help herself!  You’ve been there!”
Violet’s ears lay flat back against her head.  “I-I guess.”
Thistle nervously looked back at Moon, searching for approval.  Moon looked surprised, if anything.  “You really mean it.  You really have compassion for her despite being terrified of her.”
Thistle fidgeted with his fork, unsure if he should try to confirm or deny it.  He certainly felt something, and there was definitely both compassion and terror in his maelstrom of emotions.
Marcy came back, mercifully cutting the train of conversation off.  She set the cage on the table and said in awkward Pixish, “All right, Severa, ready to exit?” 
Severa tentatively uncurled, looking up at Marcy, and nodded.  
“Remember, if anyone says she goes back in, she goes back in,” Marcy said to the others in English.  "I’ll grab her as soon as you give the word."  
“Your kind certainly are good at grabbing,” Moon commented darkly.  
Marcy waffled back and forth on how to handle the rude comment, before she decided to just ignore it and unlock the cage then lower the door open.
Severa hauled herself out of the cage, slithering her long body over the door.  Despite their agreement, all the small creatures at the table fidgeted.  Jewel’s eyes were wide.  Violet flinched repeatedly.  Thistle’s breathing picked up.  Moon’s face was cool and collected, but his ears twitched.
Severa didn’t seem bothered.  She curled her coils up underneath her to use as a seat.  "Hello,” she announced.  "I am Severa."  
Thistle suddenly realized he would be stuck translating if he wanted Jewel and Violet to understand Severa.  "She’s introducing herself."  
“Uh, h-hey,” Jewel said in English.  "I’m Jewel."  
Violet opened her mouth to speak, then clamped it shut, grabbing the tablecloth.
“You may call me Moon,” Moon said in Pixish.  He reached out and lifted her hand up as though to give it a kiss.  She was the only one big enough to have hands significantly larger than his.
She looked at him like he’d grown a second head.  “What are you doing?”
His eyes flickered up to her, eyebrows raised.  He quickly turned her hand sideways to give it a handshake instead.  “Just–just a greeting, darling!”
“He’s just being friendly,” Thistle said in Pixish.  “These are my friends Jewel, Moon, and Violet.”  They weren’t his friends yet, not really–he didn’t make any magic with them.  But he was patient.  He’d get there eventually.  “Jewel and Violet only speak English.  But I can translate for them.”
Severa nodded.  "Thistle intends for us all to be friends.  I am willing to give it a try, though I do not think it will work."  She put her enormous, scaly hand on the table.  "How do we have…a tea party?”
Thistle perked up.  "Well, you sit around and talk nicely and drink tea and eat snacks."  He switched to English.  "I told her your names, and I’m explaining to her what a tea party is."  He’d known this wouldn’t be easy, but he hadn’t even considered the logistical difficulties.  He’d never had to serve as a translator before.  This was going to be…cumbersome.
"Wonderful," Severa said.  She never had any enthusiasm in her voice, or much emotion at all.  "May I eat, or will that upset your little friends?"
"Yes, go ahead!"  He switched to English.  "Everyone take some yummy snacks now!  Dig in!"
"Finally," Jewel complained.  He took a cake and bit into it.  He got sparkles in his eyes immediately.  It looked like he was about to cry, enraptured by the taste.
"You've never had cake before?" Thistle asked.
Jewel shook his head.
"Well…what do you think?"
Jewel swallowed quickly, face burning.  "It's….fine."  He quickly reached over and took two more.
Thistle beamed.  “Yeah, it’s– Violet!"
Violet had been shoving food into her pack without even eating any of it.  "What? You said we could have the food!"
"To enjoy with each other!  Not hoard for later!"
"I'ma borrower!  We hoard and save for later!  It’s kinda our whole thing!”
Severa reached out towards the table, and everyone fell silent.  Her enormous hand dipped into the bowl holding the mealworms and emerged holding one of the wriggling creatures.  She simply opened her mouth and swallowed it whole, in one smooth motion.
Thistle tried to convince himself it wasn’t scary.  He reached into the bowl and took one of his own.  He bit the head off–that was as big of a bite as he could get.  We’re not so different.  See?  We even eat the same food!  She’s just big enough to eat the whole thing in one bite!  Oh God oh God oh God-
“Is it working?” Thistle said, voice shrill.  “Does anyone feel anything?”
Violet’s tail thrashed.  Jewel nibbled on his cakes, rendered speechless.  Moon lifted his teacup up and spoke in English.  “I feel thirsty.  I thought this was a tea party?  Hm?”  He waggled the cup.
“R-right!  Marcy, can you pour the tea?”
Marcy’s mind was filled with horrible images of her spilling the hot liquid all over the tiny people at the table.  Don’t think about it, don’t spill it, holy shit.  She took the teapot in the center of the miniature table and brought it over to herself, then filled it with tea from the larger teapot.
“There you go,” she said, setting it back.  “Enjoy!”
Moon ignored her and picked up the miniature teapot, pouring himself a cup.  “My, this smells delicious!  I haven’t had tea in ages–not since I lived with those borrowers back in Louisville.”
Violet’s tail curled upwards.  “You lived with borrowers?”
“Yes, indeed!  And I know what you’re thinking, how could that have possibly worked?  Considering our, ah…”  He gestured to Violet, tracing an imaginary line from her head to his.  “Differences.”
“Wha’sthasupposestamean?” she demanded.
“I’m simply referring to the fact that I’m nearly thrice your size, darling.”
Violet looked a bit mollified.
“But to answer the question, I simply used magic to make myself smaller!”
“You can do that?” Jewel said, astonished.  “The most I can do is make myself look like a fish, but I don’t actually turn into one.”
“Yes, I know a number of spells I can use to modify my appearance!”
Thistle’s mind ran off with that thought.  Was this…was this what Moon actually looked like?
"What is he saying?" Severa said.
"He, uh, he said he lived with borrowers for a while, and he can do magic to alter his appearance, including shrinking himself down."
“That’s fascinating,” Severa said, voice as flat as ever.  “All of my magic is for helping me hunt.”
Moon looked nervous.  “Erm…right.”
“Although I suppose for certain kinds of creatures-”
“That’s enough about hunting,” Moon said.  “Magic is fascinating, and it has many uses beyond hunting.”
"You don't have to be scared," Thistle whispered to Moon.  "Marcy will stop her if she tries to hunt us."
Severa took the teapot and poured some into her cup.  “You know, Thistle,” she said, lifting the cup in her enormous hand.  She was able to fully close her hand around it.  “I’m surprised you’re so tense around me, but perfectly at ease around Moon, considering he’s an ukubó.”
There it was again.  A word he’d never heard before in Pixish.  Thistle was faced now more than ever with the realization that his knowledge was limited to whatever his hive had known about magic, and whatever knowledge gaps Mother’d had, he now had as well.
Whatever the meaning of the word, Moon didn’t seem to like it.  He stood up, slamming his hands on the table and rattling everything on it.  “Do not say that in front of them,” he growled.
Thistle, Violet, and Jewel drew back fearfully.
“They don’t know what it means,” Severa said, amused.  She lifted her teacup to her mouth and took a sip.  "Two of them don't even speak Pixish."
Had…had Severa just called Moon a slur or something?  “Severa, please be nice,” Thistle whispered.  He’d have to ask later what that word meant. 
Her mouth turned up in a wry smile.  “Fine.”
Hackles still raised, Moon sat down.
"What exactly is going on?" Jewel said, irritated. "You're all just yelling at each other in Pixish."
"Sorry," Thistle said. "I think Severa called Moon a rude name or something."
"...huh, I didn't expect her to attack us emotionally."
Moon crossed his arms.  “But, yes, to get back to the point, I’ve interacted with a number of species of magical creatures and learned a number of magical spells.”
“Well lah-de-dah,” Jewel said, burying his nose in his teacup.  “Mr. Cool Guy over here.  Thinks just because he smells nice he’s God’s gift to the table.”
“He does smell nice!” Violet piped up.  “Like hickory and cured meats and cheeses!”
Questioning eyes fell on her.  “What?” Jewel said.  “No he doesn’t.  He smells salty, like ocean water.”
“That’s you,” Violet insisted.
Moon’s frame shook with laughter, and he leaned in towards Thistle.  “What do I smell like to you, my dear?”
“You smell like…honeysuckle.  Wildflowers.”
Moon smiled, eyes soft.  “You all have discovered my pheromones.”
“Ph…eremones?”
He picked up a cube of cheese and weighed it in his hand.  “I smell different to everyone.  It has to do with my magic, you see.”
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a grappling hook catching on the table and distant grunting sounds.
Violet leapt out of her seat and rushed to the end of the table, peering over it.  Of course it was Petunia hanging from the line of the grappling hook, shimmying her way up it in her prettiest dress.
“Petunia, get down!” Violet shouted.  “Go back and play!”
“No!” Petunia shouted back.  “I’m coming to the party!”
Severa uncoiled herself and slithered away from the table.  Marcy hesitantly raised her hands as though to stop her, but nobody told her to, so she didn’t.  She let Severa go over to the edge and lean over to look down.  Violet’s knees buckled, and she fell, shuffling away from Severa but refusing to leave the grappling hook.
What Petunia saw was her sister’s face looking down at her, then the much larger face of a scaled predator leaning into her field of view.  She froze halfway up the line, letting out a scared meep.
“You-you see!” Violet yelled.  “It’s dang’rous!  Get back!”
Petunia’s gaze stayed frozen on Severa.  Severa stared back, eyes misty, tears brimming.  “Oh, oh my God,” she breathed.  “That baby is so small.  Whose baby is that?”
Thistle got up and got between Severa and Violet.  “That’s Petunia,” Thistle said. “She’s Violet’s little sister.  They don’t have parents.  Violet is taking care of her.”
“No parents?” Severa said, heartbroken.  She put her hand over her heart.  “Can…Can I hold her?”
Thistle bit his lip.  He already knew what the answer was going to be, but he had to translate it anyway.  “Violet, she’s asking if she can hold Petunia.”
“What!”  Violet stood up ramrod straight, fur on end.  “No!  Definitely not!”
“Violet, if she wanted to hurt Petunia, she wouldn’t ask to hold her.”
“Maybe it’s just to get her up on the table.”
“She wants to hold me?” Petunia’s distant voice said.  She cautiously restarted climbing up the rope.  “Everyone else is up there and nothing bad happened!”
“Please,” Severa said desperately.  “I would never hurt a child.  Please let me hold her.”
It suddenly clicked for Thistle.  She had an egg due.  Either she was hormonal, or she had a soft spot for children.  Maybe this could be the key.  This was the first time she’d expressed any strong emotions about anything at all.  Even during hunting her general demeanor had been passive chagrin and dull acceptance of the situation at hand.
“I can’t,” Violet said, starting to cry.  “I can’t let Petunia get so close to a predator.  I can’t.  Thistle, even if your humans are here to watch, they won’t be able to stop her in time if she hurts Petunia while she’s holdin’ her.”
That…was a very good point.  Thistle had no counterargument.  “Okay, you’re right about that…  But what if we just let Petunia come up on the table?  She doesn’t have to get close.  Severa’s been here long enough that we can see she’s not going to just ballistic for no reason.”
Severa kneaded her hand, still looking at Petunia.
Violet hesitated.  “All…all right.  But only if Teddy comes and sits at the table too.”
“No,” Moon said instantly.  “Having one human here is bad enough.”
“Would you all just calm down!” Thistle said, stomping.  “Nothing is even happening.  I’m the one she tried to kill, not any of you!  And none of the humans in this house have done anything except try to be supportive right now!” 
Moon flushed and turned away.  Violet fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and muttered.
Petunia’s little hands finally appeared at the edge of the table, dragging herself up.  She wound her grappling hook line behind her.  “I’m here!”
Severa made a motion to start towards her, but Thistle stood in front of her, despite his own hands shaking with fear.  “Severa, wait.” Marcy is here, Marcy would stop her if she attacked.
She stopped, eyes still on Petunia.  “I wouldn’t hurt her.”
“I believe you, but Violet is uncomfortable with you holding her.”
Severa flexed her hand, looking anxious to interact with Petunia.
“Violet?” Thistle prompted.
Violet’s head swung from Thistle to Severa to Petunia.  “I…Okay, she can sit at the table.  But she has to be at the seat farthest from her.”
“Thank you,” Thistle breathed, having no idea how to resolve this otherwise.  “I promise she’ll be safe.”  He turned to Severa.  “How about you sit at the table together for a while before we talk about holding her?”
Severa backed up slightly, coils wrapping around herself.  “Yes.  Okay.  Thank you.”
The small creatures all cautiously retook their seats.  “Everything okay?” Marcy whispered.
Thistle flashed her two thumbs up.  “Everything’s cool, calm, and copacetic!”
Petunia dashed over, giggling happily, and clambered up into Violet’s lap.  The poof of her dress crinkled against the table.  “Vivi!  Look at all the food!”
“Yes,” Violet said cautiously.  “You can have some.”
Petunia opened her bag and started shoveling food in.  Ah.  Well, Thistle wasn’t going to tell Petunia not to do that.
Severa watched the tiny borrower, her expression now completely different.  She had a soft glow about her.  She was smiling.  “Your dress is very pretty.”
Thistle translated.  “She said your dress is pretty.”
Petunia perked up.  “Yay!  Thank you, thank you!  Your ribbon is nice.”
Thistle translated.  Severa reached a hand up and stroked her hair ribbon.  “I’m not sure why I wear it.  I suppose it feels nice, sometimes, to feel beautiful, instead of only destroying beautiful things.”
Thistle’s skin crawled.  Every time he’d almost managed to start forgetting Severa’s true nature, he was reminded of it somehow.  He decided to only translate the Thank you.
Moon cleared his throat.  “So tell us more about yourself, Severa.  Do you have any children of your own?”
Thistle certainly hoped not, because they would have been keeping her from them the past few days.  “No,” she answered, much to his relief.  “Though not for lack of trying.  My first hatchling starved to death, because I was a poor hunter at the time.  Inexperienced.  My second disappeared from my nest at the hands of a predator while I was away.  My third egg was laid premature, small and feeble, and when it hatched it was not strong enough to survive.  I’ve held off on mating for a while after that, since I could not take any more heartbreak.”
“Oh?” Moon said.  “That’s tragic.  I’m so sorry.”
Thistle privately thought it wasn’t tragic at all for there to be fewer nagas in the world, but he did have to admit the idea of innocent babies dying was sad, of course.  Theoretically.  In reality, he was struggling to detach himself from the hivemind way of thinking–that he shouldn’t feel bad about someone dying if they were a threat to the hive.
But he wasn’t with his hive anymore, he was with Marcy, and Severa wasn’t a threat to her.
Severa’s gaze came over and burned into Thistle.  “But I do have an egg due soon, now.  I hope it will be different from the others, but I do not have much hope.  I need lots of magic to produce a healthy egg.”
“Right…”  Thistle hadn’t felt the spark of magic he knew meant he was making a connection with someone else.  Severa was just too scary.  It was easy to say you were friends.  It was harder to actually do it.  You couldn’t fake it.  You could lie to yourself, but you couldn’t lie to magic.
Severa picked up her teacup agitatedly.  “Perhaps your plan would work, Thistle, if I were allowed to hold the baby.”
“I’m sorry,” Thistle said.  “Violet doesn’t want you to.”
Severa slammed her cup down.  “I would not hurt a child!  I have never hurt a child!  You act like I am a monster!”
You ARE a monster, Thistle wanted to say, but he didn’t, of course.  “I’m sorry.”
“Uhh, Thistle,” Jewel said nervously.  “What’s happening?”
Severa’s tongue flicked in and out, and her sides heaved as she hissed in air.  “We both know this isn’t going to work.  I’m going to die, and you’re not even going to let me hold the baby before I die.  And for what?”
Marcy’s hands crept closer, alarmed by the visible increase in agitation.
“Severa,” Thistle squeaked.  “Please.  It’s not going to work if you get mad at me.”
“It’s not going to work at all!”  Severa got up, leaning over the table at Thistle.  “We both know that!  You are trying to defy the natural order of things!  You are foolish and naive!  To think I could be anything other than a killer, a predator!  I am hungry!  And not for companionship!”
She lunged.  Jewel splashed back in his cup, Violet grabbed Petunia and darted away, and Moon threw himself at Thistle to push him out of the way.
She didn’t reach him, though: Marcy’s hand closed around her, yanking her up into the air.
Severa writhed in her grip, squeezed her wrist.  Petunia cried loudly.  Severa stopped and looked down at the little girl, tears in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t hurt a child,” she insisted.
Still sobbing in fear, Petunia got up and scampered away, Violet not far behind.
“Come back,” Severa wept.  “Come back.  Please.  If I could just hold a baby one more time, I could die happy.”
“Okay, teaparty over,” Marcy declared.  “Sorry.”
***
@cloudwatchingtoday   @theepiccreatorofmagic-blog-blog  @waitisthatgt @itssmoltime @ratcatcher0325  @crazytinygirl @bittykimmy13  @whumpsday @theroyaleemily @kitn-underfoot 
@tinyguy42069
@jewel-fan-wys
@cheeseybeans8
@whumpshaped
@lucentbliss
@alilbitlesbian
@aceouttatime
@alarcomet
@becca-but-bitty
@tiny--pineapple
@bittykimmy13
@whumpsday
@kitn-underfoot
@gt-brainrot
@silent-orchid-lady
@predacon-skydrift
@whumpdreamz
@honeycollectswhump
41 notes · View notes
ravenstakeflight · 5 months
Text
ra-nishtaw
(other communities call it ra-nish, ra-shtaw, ra-nitawr, etc)
is a spirit-centered celebration that brings to light the death of the connection between the spirits and each chosen priest
this means that there is a celebration of food, water, juice, alcohol for the adults in the situation (anyone above twenty-six), and above all, an exploration of the connection
it is also when the new members of each spirit's ra-sho are inducted (ra-sho being a spirit's sort of priesthood, or servanthood, or whatever you want to call being connected to a spirit)
it's a two-day celebration and you can't sleep the night in between, because that is when you celebrate drenok-ra, denoa-ra, and denori-ra (moon, stars, and night respectively) and sleeping during the celebration is gry-ra-tkk, also known as really not good spirit sin
but because of the celebration, no one is sleep deprived the next day. after all, the spirits take care of what is theirs. they are kind and yet cruel, not soft in their kindness for when is nature ever truly kind?
26 notes · View notes
destinygoldenstar · 5 months
Text
What if an asexual told you they wanted to write a love story?
That's me right now with 'GoldenStar of the Sun and Moon'
And I get told constantly by my peers in real life "But you're asexual, you can't understand writing a fictional romantic relationship"
1, not all asexuals are aromantic
2, romance is something that can be interpreted in several ways and is different experience wise for everyone
So yeah, asexuals can write love all they want. Just because smut is not included doesn't mean there's no value.
34 notes · View notes
laufire · 13 days
Text
Tumblr media
There is a tide in the affairs of men. A visionary vampiress, belonging to a matriarchal society of vampires with praying mantis-like habits, saw the apocalypse as an opportunity to subjugate humanity and elevate her species in a new world order, after the outside world became inhospitable to humans. Between the choice of risking falling prey to the walking, rotting corpses that roam the exterior, and a life of servitude under the civilised blood-sucking monsters underneath, many submitted to the second option. Nonetheless, there’s those even among her own that don’t appreciates living under Lucretia’s iron fist; around every corner a conspiracy against her brews, right as election season approaches.
read a teaser
16 notes · View notes
innamorat4 · 2 years
Text
You hold on to life like a game of tug of war. You hold on even when the rope burns your hands. You figure out who is on your team, and you learn that the people pulling in the other side are not necessarily fighting against you as much as they are fighting for themselves. You try to be understanding towards them. And sometimes, both teams fall to the ground laughing at their own silliness and the pointless of it all. Then you resume. It's tragic, it's beautiful, it's hopeless and hopeful. If that isn't life itself, all of us trying, even when it's exhausting.
231 notes · View notes
piecesofeden11 · 2 months
Text
WIP Wednesday
And now for something completely different. As, after a long hiatus, my DnD campaign has finally picked up again, I have found that much of my worldbuilding has gotten a little outdated by split-second decisions at the table and, frankly, bs I made up on the spot because it felt right in that second, so I'm currently busy revising a lot of the lore for my world. My WIP I offer today to those interested, therefore, is a little snippet into the Divine lore of my homebrew setting, Irion. (@my players. This is all safe for you, as it's knowledge your characters would have more or less :D <3) I'd love to hear what everyone thinks!!! (even if you know nothing of DnD <3)
Myth: As the Ancients ruled what is now Irion (which is, technically speaking, only the Sister Continents and the Islands), there were seven Kingdoms in total. Izmera was Queen of one of them, until a war broke out amongst the Kingdoms.
Ruthless and powerful, Izmera won the war, crowing herself Empress of all of Irion. The cost of the war was great, extinguishing the Ancients from the world or driving them back towards the Worlds beyond the Veil, realms and planes outside of the known cosmos.
Izmera, however, held on to her throne and watched over the new life spreading across her kingdom, elves and dwarves and humans and all manner of other folk starting to settle and she followed their progress with interest.
Those fortunate enough to gaze upon her began to spread word of her divinity, setting up shrines and temples in her name and honor, thus starting her following as a goddess.
Of the Ancient that stayed, Exias was closest to Izmera and they are said to have been lovers. The Elven folk of Irion claim to be the offspring of their union.
That about sums up the bulk of Exias' involvement in the world. He is said to hold no interest in the mortal realm and rarely is his influence felt in the world.
The most involved and beloved of all the divine of Irion must surely be Korien Songbird. Her willingness to sacrifice herself when Exias, in a stroke of cruelty, demanded an offering of 12 children in order to bring rain to Korien's native lands, caught the eye of Izmera. Stories about how exactly this sacrifice happened or was supposed to happen, vary from place to place. In some, she merely offers her death instead of the 12 children, in others she bargained with Exias that the children would have to be his own, born of her own body. Whichever tale is told, the result is always that Izmera, disgusted by Exias' cruelty, stepped in and saved the young princess, elevating her to godhood and preserving her youth and beauty in immortality. Korien accepted the goddess' gift and declared herself the goddess of death. She is said to appear to the sick and dying, be it on their deathbeds or on battlefields, giving them comfort in their last moments and leading them to the city of the dead beyond the veil.
Next came Yara Duskforged, an empress of dwarven descent, who set out to build the greatest empire the world had ever seen. Under her rule, dwarves began to mine under almost every mountain in Irion, creating an unfathomable network of caves and cities below the earth. Her origin is disputed nowadays, with every dwarven clan claiming to be in direct line to her and their city build on top of Yara's legendary empire.
According to legend, Izmera came to Yara on her deathbed and, impressed by her tenacity, offered her immortality.
12 notes · View notes
strxwberry-milku · 9 months
Text
Ass so fat i can make it fatter…
Tumblr media
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠🍰 : Suggestive language, use of the n word , 18+
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 🎀: 786
𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 🍰: Jey walks into the bedroom and sees your ass in the air and decides to take measures into his own hands
Tumblr media
Jey was supposed to be home by now seeing as though he texted you saying he would be back at around 5:00 pm and it was already pushing 7:30 pm . You decided to call and see where he at .
You held the phone against you ears for a couple of seconds “ Sorry , but the person your trying to call is unavailable . Leave a message after the beep ” kissing your teeth you got up of of the sofa and turned the tv of .
“ If that nigga ain’t answering and out for that long then he must know he can stay where tf he at ” Mugging you walked up your marble stairs and entered your shared bedroom.
Changing into a one piece onesie and your bonnet you bounced on your king sized bed moaning at the softness of your sheets “ Damn this bed feel good , if only this big headed man was here to cuddle me ”You crossed your arms and pouted as you began to miss your pookie .
“ Lemme try and call him one more time ” you mumbled , staring at the wall you waited. “ YO BAE ! sorry i couldn’t get back to you sooner but Roman wanted to do a meeting , anyways i’m on my way home with some chipotle for you my love ” a boisterous voice echoed from the phone . Smiling you answered the phone . “ HEY BABYY ! ” you hummed out but then realised that you were mad at him and mugged the phone hanging up the phone on him .
Smiling proudly you said “ That’ll teach him to get his ass back home on time ” . Rolling over you pulled the sheets over you and fell asleep.
Tumblr media
The door slammed shut as your baby came through the door , placing his keys in the key bowl . “ Baby where you at ? ” Jey shouted as he took of his shoes placing it on the shoe rack and began to venture around the house in search for you .
Walking up the stairs he could hear the sound of shuffling and music coming from your shared bedroom. “ Baby ? is that you ? ” he asked as he walked closer , he could here giggling which kinda creeped him out as he thought about all the horror movies he watched with creepy girls giggling.
Turning to his left was a broom you left upstairs due to you sweeping out upstairs . Picking it up in one hand and the other hand on the door handle he muttered a small “ fuck it ” and barged through the door . Swinging the broom around the room like some sort of ninja he stopped when he heard even louder giggling in front of him .
Opening his eyes he sees your ass in the air and your back arched to the heavens . “ HAHAHA , b-baby what tf is you doing boi ? , you tryna be a new member of ghost busters now ? ” you said in between laughing , which almost made you loose balance.
blinking a couple times he raised his fingers questionably and asked “ So wait , you ain’t a ghost ? ”. “ Boi if i was a ghost i wouldn’t even pick you to torment cause you stupid asf ” calming down from laughing you shook your ass in the air , a sly smile forming on your face you said “ Even if i was a ghost , you ever seen one with they back arched ? no ?… exactly. So come over here and gimme that dick , i’ve been waiting for to long ”
Quickly forgetting about why he was so scared he hastily yanked of his top and unbuttoned his pants. “ So we on that type of time ? Ight bet watch me put on a freddy krueger outfit on next time we have sex ”.
You let out a little giggle and didn’t pay him any mind , but if there’s one thing you love about your man ; it’s the way he can lighten up the mood .
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿
Tumblr media
Bye my babies 🫶🏾 , i hoped you enjoyed this one. This goofy asf can’t lie
p.s sorry for the shit grammar
230 notes · View notes
nervousloveheart · 10 months
Text
I was never meant to fly like the rest of you
I was never meant to fly like the rest of you. I was never meant to see the world from a birds eye view, above the clouds with the sun glistening on my feathers. I was never meant to feel life like that, to feel the world like that. 
Instead, I was meant to spend my days crawling, sometimes stumbling over the endless miles on our earth, putting one foot in front of the other. 
But I don’t mind. They can’t see the beauty that I do. They can’t see the tiny blades of dewed grass in the morning, they can’t see the grains of sand on a beach rolling out with the waves. They can’t see the footprints on commonly traveled paths that connect people from all walks of life, they can’t see the ripple of water on the surface of a lake. 
They will never know what they’re missing.
—--------------------------------
In this poem, I described things high off the ground and in the air to represent neurotypical people’s way of thinking and the way the world was built to accommodate them. I described things close to the ground to represent the way neurodivergent people are often focused on one thing and how they can see the beauty in some things a lot easier than others can, and because the way they see things is different to the way neurotypical people do. Flying does not equal success, you can’t find diamonds if you’re not digging in the dirt.
27 notes · View notes
thoughtsroamguy · 1 year
Text
I created a master list of my (currently) available stories. You can use the links to read on Webnovel. Likes and comments are appreciated, but reblogs are super appreciated 😇! Look under the cut for them!
Tumblr media
A Hero's Respite: Alessia Sanguis travels between worlds and universes to prevent calamities of untold destruction. It's become the norm for her to see a world on the brink of destruction; so when she travels to the amicable world Pax, she can't help but feel out of place. Simple farmer Furti assures her that there is no world-ending threat. So what is interdimensional hero Alessia to do in a peaceful world? Who is she without a catastrophe looming over her? A respite is all this world has to offer...right?
There are currently 2 chapters.
Content warning: this series contains depictions of bodily harm.
Take a deserved break here!
Tumblr media
A Bountiful Galaxy: Zenith Gee is an interstellar bounty hunter whose reputation is known throughout all civilized galaxies. Her skill with her twin pistols? Unmatched in speed or precision. Her dedication to her bounties? Unparalleled in tenacity and thoroughness. Her capture record? Pristine. Every dastardly criminal she’s brought in was captured alive. Her social skills? Could use some work. It’s a rough universe for an awkward and shy woman such as herself, but maybe the confident doll Ealnem Erco can smooth things over for her. A bountiful galaxy is waiting for these two out there; what will be the greatest prize of them all?
There are currently 2 chapters.
Get your bounty here!
Tumblr media
Fangs of Ennui: Felix Claret is used to disappointment, he's long since given up on having any expectations for anything ever. Even so, he's uniquely let down when two strangers get into a fight while he's working a graveyard shift. Now a handsome stranger introduces him into a dark ancient world, but with the best possible intentions. He probably means well, but to Felix, it sounds like a pain in the neck. 
There are currently 2 chapters.
Content warning: This series contains depictions of graphic violence.
Sink your teeth in it here!
Tumblr media
Bullets & Spells: Worlds collide when a young woman is saved by a witch after being double-crossed. The fates of Hollyhock and Hazel become entwined as they delve deeper into their respective worlds of crime and magic. Can they survive the journey for the truth about who they are, how they fit in with their peoples, what destiny has in store for them; and perhaps most importantly, what they mean to each other? Can an assassin and a witch really be together, or are bullets and spells too different to coexist?
There are currently 22 chapters.
Content warning: this series as of the first volume contains scenes of graphic violence, bodily harm, drug abuse, and mentions of sexual violence (it’s never directly depicted).
Load the first bullet and prime the first spell here!
Tumblr media
Sparks Between Us: Jason Duval knows he isn’t the protagonist of his story, that role belongs to Lamar Brown. Even in their world where people get superpowers, Lamar is extraordinarily powerful. But the young hero only wants to find his destiny and move on with his life. Can Jason help him find it?
There are currently 3 chapters.
Get charged here!
Tumblr media
No Idea: Love in a B&B:
What’s small town girl Becky Dover to do when she meets big city girl Rayla Moore? No Idea Rayla’s staying at Becky’s B&B, so they’ll have the chance to find out!
There are currently 2 chapters.
Check-in for a stay here!
Tumblr media
Regicide: Delve into a world of magic and adventure with you at the center! Life hasn’t been kind to you but with the powers that being a Caster grants, you don’t need it to.
There are currently 2 chapters.
Content warning: this series contains scenes of intense violence.
Utter your first incantation here!
More to come soon!
If any piqued your interest, thanks for reading and super thank you for sharing!
229 notes · View notes
scenicphoenix · 5 months
Text
Writing my own story so far has been:
What if the moon was a giant woman (lesbian), in a poly relationship with the earth (who is also a giant woman [lesbian]) and sun (who is a giant and gender queer [lesbian])
11 notes · View notes