#need to give him many smoochies

[meownotgood]

compelling you to look at cute sleepover aki which was made by @secret-weeb-account

#I must share what they have made #LOOK AT IT #YOU HAD A SLEEPOVER WITH HIM AND THIS WAS THE RESULT #the braid in his hair..... so cute..... #the stickers.... and the hello kitty beret #aki who tries to understand hello kitty because you like it #aki letting you give him a makeover #and the. the hickey #im going to cream. #I NEED TO LEAVE HICKEYS ALL OVER HIM #he's in his bath robe here lol #need to give him many smoochies #in conclusion I love this.... so much...... #so much talent..... they made him so cutie #smooshing him #kissing him #I'VE GOTTA LOVE HIM WITH ALL THAT I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE #LOOK AT IIIIITTTT #aki <3

[dialoovies]

I wanna talk about how seonghwa’s lives are so relatable and show that he’s not afraid to show his interests to us atinys. Like look at him show off his Star Wars legos (he’s literally the reason I’m deep into Star Wars now) and recently he talked about him playing animal crossing 😭 like Istg he’s so interesting I wanna know what else he into

#ateez #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa #star wars #animal crossing #I need to give him so many smoochies #ateez atiny #atiny

[j4keluver]

7 acts of love

heeseung knows you’re not a committed gamer like he is. ( “babe just one more round, i’ll sleep at 4:00 am, promise !” hee) he has multiple leauge accounts but one is specifically for you to play on. he keeps a steady ranking for you and teaches you one on one on that account without the pressure of competition. the only thing is that you can’t change the username since he’s the only one with the controls. guess you’re stuck with ‘donttouchmemybfcanfight’

believe it or not, jay is a journal fanatic. his multiple journals go from jotting grocery list to his most personal thoughts but there is a special journal that he keeps away from the eyes of anybody. it's a simple white journal with a polaroid of you taped to the top that is filled to the brim of song lyrics based on jay's fondness to you. there are little, wonky doodles of you on every page and he uses a photobooth strip of the both of you as a book mark. call him corny but god, this man loves you. who knows, this song might end up at your wedding?

jake never leaves the house without giving you a little smoochy, even when he leaves for early morning practice. in his words, 'your lips are just so addicting. i can never get enough.' (corny) when you're awake, he’ll always give you a kiss on the lips, dragging it longer than he needs to (“ you’re gonna be late-“ you “ i don’t care” *kiss* jake) when you’re asleep, it’ll be the lightest peck on the cheek or forehead. you’ll most likely still be sleeping until layla decides she wants some kisses too.

sunghoon isn’t the best with words when expressing his love for you and he knows that. he’s gotten better over the years but he’s still timid at times, feeling tounge tied at the thought of speaking up. you often fall asleep next to each other, you drifting off the sleep first. he'll turn to you, eyes turning into crescents, pure adoration flowing. he will slowly lift his hand to caress your check, so softly that it won't disturb. you with his touch being as gentle as a feather, he’ll whisper, “i love you”

the amount of photos sunoo has in his camera roll is actually insane. he takes an ungodly amount of photos of you. he doesn't delete any of them because he thinks you looks breathtaking in every picture. unless you really hate the picture and bribe with a kiss. even with that, only a select one or two get deleted. the pictures range from your date outings, you washing the dishes, to taking off your makeup. he’s run out of storage many times but refuses to delete your pictures and ends up buying more icloud.

with his spare time, jungwon can never doubt a good book. you also enjoying your selected books, you and him often wind down with some books you bought on a date. you were always used to scribbling your thoughts down on the side but your eyebrow corked when you see jungwon jotting down notes. “what are you doing?” you ask as you lean over to look. he closes the book and smiles, “nothing.” you shrug it off as jungwon continues to write how beautiful you look in this moment, attention long gone from the book. (she’s so beautiful oh me gee, hopefully she never opens this book, HER SMILE)

riki has artistic talent in a lot of aspects of his life. he becomes one with music when he dances, feeling every beat exude through his veins. his voice flows like smooth honey with lyrics. his art pieces blend in beautiful harmony to create an artwork even picasso would be proud of. he sketches you more than he would like to every admit. during class, lunch breaks, at night when he can’t sleep; he can’t help it. he knows your features like the back of his hand. every dimple, crease, texture, rosiness to your face, he never misses a detail.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #jake sim #park jongseong #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #kim sunoo #lee heeseung

[svatleena-delvera]

Hii! i just saw your requests are open and i wanted to make one if thats okay. Can you do an Aiden x reader where the reader dies instead of him? Maybe they pushed him out of the way and the ceiling collapsed on them instead. Thank youu if you do it (￣▽￣)ノ

IM SO HAPPY THERE'S SO MANY REQUEST 😭💚

i had to re-read the comic because i forgot what happened ◉⁠‿⁠◉

Warning's: angst to fluff!

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

All of you are looking for the keys Taylor said y'all kept looking and looking but no avail

" i feel a minor sense of deja Vu" aiden says as he was playing with the knife his holding

"we have 3 minutes left" Logan said as he was looking at his phone i looked at logan then back at looking with Taylor and ben

"Aiden there's a straggler"

"yeah i can hear it running"

You saw him hit the phantom with a knife

"✨got it✨... Hey (name)did you see what i did am i ✨ awesome ✨"

You looked annoyed but then you smiled at him making him melt at you're smile so beautiful

"you did great hon" you said as he smiled back at you"

Ashlyn cringe at your relationship but happy to the both of you but you have two have to stop flirting

Then Ashlyn looked at aiden asking if there are more phantom

"i cant see any- whoa!" The building started to rumble you all fell down the ground when you looked up the ceilings are cracking

"everyone get under something!"

Ashlyn yelled but as you're about to get under the desk you saw aiden and ran towards him

Once you got up to him you pulled him out but you ended up tripping in a rock and fell down you saw aiden getting pulled by ben

Then you black out when another celling fell on you

Ashlyn yelled you're name and went up to you lifting the ceiling that fell on you when she lift it up you're crushed underneath it the rumbling stop then it continues, Taylor lift you up saying

"come on get them under the table!!"

Aiden suddenly came towards them holding you close he was panicking you died you were crushed

For the first time he wanted to be silent and just be with you

"(name)!!"

You were shaking violently while the parents circled around you you arch you're back then stop shaking you're eyes went back to its normal size

You sat down wheezing

"-m fine... don't need.. hospital"

"Aiden??" He was in a panic when he saw you but your alive your talking

He didn't waste no time running up to you hugging you tightly " you died" he said in a shaky voice making you break

"i thought you're gone but you're here your talking I'm still not on the dream right?.."

You hug him close too the others went to give you two space because they know you two were gonna get Smoochies

He kept mumbling something that you do understand you kissed his cheeks

"calm down Aiden I'm here I'm okay" you smiled at him and hugged him he peck your lips then hug you more

Well hope yall like it!!!

Masterlist | about me | rules

#aiden clark x reader #aiden clark #aiden sbg #Aiden school bus graveyard #sbg aiden #sbg aiden x reader #school bus graveyard x reader #school bus graveyard

[aroseinasnowstorm]

Could you possibly make headcannons for Alucard being affectioned and tender to his human female S/O?

And here I thought and feared I already make the vampire kind too somft! But no! You guys want more smoochie and cuddles?! YOU SHALL HAVE IT!

(Psst, always gender neutral reader unless we have something specifically related to sex and gender like a reader being pregnant, being trans, etc, just so everyone can always feel included, love ya guys)

TW: YOU ASKED FOR FLUFF AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE, mention of Alucards past

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Alucard Being Affectionate

He´s a killing machine who has been experimented on for many, many years. My man has gone through horrors and so much pain but with you? He can allow himself to be vulnerable. Soft. Gentle.

He can nuzzle into you, he can just take in your scent and allow himself to enjoy your warmth. Alucard is touch starved beyond reason at this point. You cup his cheeks? He sighs happily. You kiss him? Oh boy is over the moon!

At the beginning he was almost a bit shy touching you back. He was afraid of harming you. Of being too rough. But with some reassurance and some time passing by he would not want to depart from you EVER.

You have to work? Tough luck, you won´t be going anywhere. I hope you can do home office because you ain´t leaving his lap.

He´s eager to kiss and hold you, always. If you enjoy it when he´s vocally praising you or telling you how much he loves you he will just do that.

Alucard loves being wrapped around you, just nuzzling into you and sighing dreamily as if this is heaven because to him? It is. He adores you so much. You give him the feeling of peace.

He is all over you, whenever he can. Soft kisses, lingering touches. He is so soft with you that it might confuse everyone else.

The vampire purrs. No I take no criticism on that. As mentioned in previous posts he purrs when he´s content.

So just imagine the confusion when someone like Integra or Walter hear that man PURRING out of his basement. A happy little smile on his face while he´s holding you so tightly against his chest that it might hurt just a little.

Just tell him to ease his grip and he´ll do it but he prefers to hold you as close as possible. It makes him feel better about all this.

He loves to just stare into your eyes while telling you all the little details he loves about you. And if you don´t mind additional hands, he will totally wrap you in a cocoon of seemingly endless hands.

You can lay on his chest, listen to his purring while the space around you darkens with his shadows and he engulfs you in comfortable darkness. Little forehead kisses and soft giggles are going to fill up your space as Alucard for once feels... alive.

You need something to drink? Hungry? You want a blanket? He can BE the blanket but yes, fine, you may get your stuff. As long as Integra does not need him he would be willing to lay there for hours.

No matter if you want to sleep, just cuddle, or watch a movie, whatever you wish shall be yours little lamb.

He feels not like a predator in that moment but more like a guardian and he absolutely loves the trust you give him.

He´s going to tell you that you take such good care of him, that he´s proud of you and thankful for your presence. You´ve never seen the vampire so peaceful than when he cuddled you and displays his affection for you.

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Check out my blog for more Hellsing headcanons! I even have a masterlist, fancy, I know Like, Reblog, Comment- honestly do whatever you want, I just hope ya enjoyed this!

#headcanons #x reader #hellsing x reader #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard headcanons #hellsing headcanons #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard

[kittyball23]

In Love (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Clay's got a not-so-secret secret

A/N: Based on an idea given to me by @chipmunkfanno1love

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“Hmmm…” Viva hummed, taking a step back, and admiring her handiwork so far. “Something’s missing…”

She was thinking, and then snapped her fingers. “Ah! I got it! We need barrettes!” The pink Troll rubbed her hands eagerly and giggled. “I’ll be right back!” She skipped along to the next room over, leaving Poppy, Branch, and the remainder of BroZone - all decorated with adorable varying styles of braids - sitting in the living room of her sister’s pod.

Poppy giggled to herself at how happily her sister had been in giving them new hairstyles. She sighed. “I like Viva,” she said, stroking the dutch braid that was now on her head.

“Oh, me and you both, girl,” Clay piped up, tossing the crochet braid he had behind his shoulder. “I tell ya, she’s cool, and pretty, and, like she says, super fantast-amazing.”

Branch raised an eyebrow, forgetting about how silly he might look with his double-braids and instead noting how enthusiastically he was speaking of his girlfriend’s sister. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really!” Clay replied, as though Branch should have known this. “I can’t tell you how many times we used to stay up late and swap stories, and read and go over finances…” He sighed fondly. “It was great. She’s great.”

He spaced out for a second, daydreaming about those gorgeous fuchsia eyes, enhanced with just the perfect touch of makeup, framed by beautiful golden curls… But when he came to, he noticed how his brothers were all eyeing him with knowing smirks.

Clay blinked. “Um… why are you looking at me like that?”

“‘Cause you don’t like her, Clay,” Bruce cooed. “You love her!”

The lime-green Troll blushed. “N-no I don’t,” he stammered.

“Oh, yes you do,” Branch agreed. It was so obvious, especially with how flustered Clay was getting.

“Clay loves Viva! Clay loves Viva!” John Dory laughed, the fishtail braid bouncing on his back.

Poppy giggled along, too. “That is so sweet!” she gushed.

Only Floyd wasn’t joining in on the bantering. He timidly stroked on his exquisitely crafted French braid and then cut into the conversation. “Now, now, you guys,” he said, “let’s lay off of Clay, okay?” He gently patted his lime-green brother on the back.

Clay smiled at him. “Thank you, Floyd.”

Floyd gave him a reassuring smile in return. “It’s okay to show your sensitive side… especially when you’re in love!”

Clay pressed his mouth into a thin line while Poppy and the brothers burst into laughter. “Real slick there, Floyd. Real slick.”

“Yeah, that was a good one!” John Dory laughed. Suddenly, he got up, standing in the middle of the room, back facing towards the others, while he hugged himself, making loud smoochy noises and pretending to be locked in a heated makeout session. “Mmm… OH, Viva! Viva how I love you so! Mwah, mwah, mwah!”

Though, he didn’t hear laughter in response. He heard his name being hissed urgently by Clay.

“John Dory!”

JD rolled his eyes. “Can’t ya take a joke, Clay? You used to be the ‘Fun Boy,’ sheesh!” he groaned, turning around, but then getting embarrassed himself, when he saw that King Peppy had entered the room. The old Troll had been intent on not disturbing the bunch and head to the kitchen for a snack, but was unable to help stopping in his tracks upon hearing BroZone’s former leader. He was now staring at him with wide eyes.

“Oh! Mister King Peppy, sir! Or, um, Your Highness!” John Dory stuttered. “My bad, I was just pokin’ fun at Clay. Did you know he’s in love with Viva?”

Clay wailed, dismayed.

#trolls #cliva #clay trolls #viva trolls #john dory #king peppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #spruce trolls #floyd trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

[milkywaydrabbles]

Fluff 7 with Alucard! I imagine a very snarky s/o for this one XD

- tentacle anon

A/N: smoochies tentacle anon I hope you're doing well xx This one's also a bit short, I technically did this prompt already but I'm doing it from his POV now, I hope this is what you envisioned! Enjoy! MWUAH

"I could just stare at you forever" x Alucard

Alucard was throwing a party tonight.

Well, you were throwing a party tonight. It was Alucard’s birthday, and you wanted to celebrate with everyone in the village. They were all so kind and grateful for him, of course they all agreed. He kept trying to beg that he didn’t need a party. That it would be less stressful on everyone if he didn’t have one. But you were having none of it! You also decided not to tell him any of the details outside the time everyone would be over. You wanted him to be relaxed, even though it felt like he had porcupine quills in his skin any time he thought about having so many people over to celebrate the day of his birth. Even Sypha and Trevor teased him about how doting you were; how much thought you were putting into this. But how couldn’t you! You loved him dearly, and wanted him to be celebrating.

You also just loved hosting. So of course you would love to host a party this big. But you digress. 

You forced him to stay upstairs in the corridor of your shared room. He had free range of the study, the library, you’d even bring him up food if he so asked. But he wasn’t allowed anywhere near downstairs, not until you were done. At one point, you even asked Trevor to keep an eye on him in the beginning when he was much too nosy. Trevor blocked the door to the room, begging that he listen to you just this once and not go downstairs, “I’ll be hung by my dick if you see anything before it’s done Alucard, I’m begging just don’t look” As funny of a thought that was, he decided to spare the new father of your torture (though he really wanted to see you strangle him.)

You’d finally come upstairs to him, kissing all over his face with a smile. “Okay, now it’s time for us to get ready!” giving him another smooch and bounding to the bathroom, to prep and pamper for the party. He chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes as he followed you.

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Adrian was actually quite grateful to you, bathing with him and washing his hair, detangling, the works. You wanted to pamper him just as much as you wanted to pamper yourself. It felt nice, and Adrian relaxed for the first time today in your arms while you lathered him in creams and colognes. “Here, Adrian, you have to wear this tonight!” Huh, you’d already picked out the outfit of the night. It was a nice suit, just..not something he wore a lot. He wondered more and more of your plans for the night. “Okay, now sit over there and just look pretty--I have to finish!” 

It didn’t take too much longer for you to finish up, coming out of the bathroom dressed to the nines. “Alright, pretty boy, what do you think?” Alucard had been reading a book that was on the corner of his nightstand to waste some time, not expecting the sight in front of him.

You were gorgeous, a beautiful floor length dress with a deep cut in the back, a beautifully rich color to match his suit. He couldn’t help but gawk at you, book forgotten quickly. He moved across the room to you, blatantly eyeing you up--hands moved on his own accord to trace the fabric of the dress on your waist. You chuckled, nervously, before gingerly holding his jaw and having him look at you. “You’re making me nervous Adrian, do you like it?”

Like it?

“I could just stare at you forever. I love it.” And he thinks he would stare at you forever if you let him. You barked out a laugh with a roll of your eyes, “creep.” He kissed at your cheek, and jaw, and traced down your neck before hearing the grand bang of the door knocker downstairs. You pushed him off with a smirk.

“Come on, lover boy, your guests are waiting.”

#milk writes #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017) #milk flufftober

[deramin2]

Too many people in this fandom put Orym on a pedestal as "the good one" or "the stable one." Even though that's not the story that Liam's been telling. Then other people project their own baggage on that.

Some people seem to equate being stoic and quiet with repressed feelings. He actually shares his feelings quite a lot and has no issue articulating them when he wants to. He just doesn't always want to process them with other people immediately. You know, like a normal person.

The other party members view him as a rock so fandom projects that he must want to be that and put all his self worth into being that. When he's shown over and over that while he likes being a shield protecting people, he wants to be side by side with others doing that and doesn't think he can be relied on all on his own. He feels he failed to defend Will and Derrig. He'd like to do better himself, but he's also repeatedly expressed that he needs the support of a team working together to do that. Military combat is about the entire unit working together to cover each other and do things no individual can alone. Getting better is all of them being more cohesive and filling in each other's weaknesses, not taking them all on himself until it crushes him.

Orym himself has never claimed to have better moral judgement than the rest of Bell's Hells. He has in fact been uncomfortable when they've suggested that. He likes getting into mischief, too. He doesn't like unnecessary conflict with authority figures, and prefers to be on the level, but he's also well aware that's not always possible and some things you have to handle privately and illegally. He's just careful about which those are. One of the first things they did in ExU was take a job from a criminal.

He's firm in his sense of what's right and wrong, but he's not rigid or inflexible. And he's never once claimed to be neutral as they've uncovered what the Ruby Vanguard is doing. As a victim he cannot and SHOULD NOT be neutral. And personally I think we should listen to victims about how individuals, groups, and institutions have harmed them. Ignoring the experiences of victims is not neutral or objective, it's siding with the abuser to protect their power.

The actual show has done a tremendously good job in depicting the inherent conflict between someone who was substantially harmed (Orym), and someone (Imogen) who has personal and biased reasons for wanting to believe a person who committed that harm (Liliana) can't be that bad deep down. Imogen wants Liliana's intentions to be good and Orym is right to point out that intentions never negate the harm being done. (And also Liliana's intentions are only good if you believe a narrow subset of things to be true that largely ignores reality and might be based on being manipulated by a predatory power. She is in a doomsday cult.)

Imogen has longed for her mother her whole life and dreamed of a reunion where they run through a field of flowers and embrace and then all is well and all is forgiven and they can suddenly have a wonderful relationship. After everything they've learned, her mother has to be a total victim not in control of her actions for this to work. But more and more evidence is that she is in control and this is what she wants and she will murder any innocent person she needs to to get it. That isn't what Imogen wants to hear so she's been in denial of it. Which Orym is right to point out is making excuses for that harm.

Imogen can do what she needs to and thinks is right, but Orym's firm that his plan is to stop them because what they're doing in the name of their ideology is evil. It's not even a matter of if that ideology is good in a vacuum. In the real world they're doing monstrous things to enact it and that is not okay. If your ideology is that puppies should get smoochies and little nose boops, but you're murdering innocent people to enforce that, you need to be stopped, even by people who think giving puppies smoochies is generally a good thing. That's how's you can get people like Ashton and Deni$e who are generally in camp "fuck the gods, they do jack shit for us" but are also firmly in camp "stop Ludinus." As Orym said, if there's a power vacuum, Ludinus cannot be the person to fill it.

Orym had never claimed to be infallible (quite the opposite), but there are definitely people with blorbo vision who think their little meow meow can do no wrong. And counter to them are the people who hate seeing Orym be put on a pedestal and are reacting by trying to pull him off of it and smash him on the ground. And who are using mental health speak to act like he's the real abuser for acting from his convictions in ways that aren't perfect. The line of thinking seems to go: Orym clearly isn't totally good or totally stable so if people have that impression it's because he's deliberately misleading them and manipulating them to get his way. Instead of just being a normally flawed guy people are projecting things onto, who has motivations, doesn't act with perfect clarity in every decision in every moment, and had conflicting needs and opinions with others.

Clearly that nod means he wants Delilah back for the power at any cost to Laudna and is manipulating her to get it and that makes him no different from Ludinus. Add opposed to saying he'll back up whatever Laudna wants to do herself including tapping into the power she had been actively using for 9 minutes prior, and that if she didn't kill Bor'Dor he would. But I guess that sounds too much like normal yes-and decision making in a split second in D&D and not like a meticulously plotted villain arc. Because if people you trusted to be the moral compass turn out to be just as flawed and fucked up as all of their friends, that's a massive and deliberate betrayal of trust, not just proof they're actually just mortal and fallible like everyone else.

Good people, after all, never get angry until it becomes unproductive and negatively shapes their actions. They were secretly evil the whole time and now the mask has come off revealing the truth. And other such things people who have never unpacked black and white fundamentalist thinking say without any apparent inclination of how that also reflects on them or how it will come for them because good people by that definition do not exist and everyone's a sinner waiting for their turn at being punished.

(Also interesting that when Fjord the man made a pact with a betrayer god for power after eschewing Uk'otoa's power with help before, it wasn't the Might Nein manipulating him into it. He was allowed to have agency over his decision and it was a second team effort to get back out of it again. Relapsing got to be a crooked path to character growth, not powerless victimhood like is being ascribed to Laudna the woman.)

Orym is a flawed guy trying his best to do good in an impossible situation that's making him feel smaller and more powerless than he ever has before. He doesn't always have the right answer and Bell's Hells putting too much trust in him is just as much a reflection of them as him. Nothing is simple right now and nothing has easy answers. None of this is black and white and purely theoretical ideology is not functional when it runs into real (fantasy) world actions. If you can't approach what's happening with nuance and understand that EVERYONE is a little right and a little wrong and they're just doing the best imperfect work they can, then you're not going to understand what's going on and make weird accusations.

This isn't a morality play. There aren't clear sides or clear right and wrong. There are characters with their own motivations working together and sometimes those motivations conflict. This is the party that fought Ira for caging a werewolf and forcing him to make new werewolves while he was working for Ludinus. And then WORKED with Ira multiple times because he wanted to fuck with his now former employer and that was good enough alignment. Chetney is being bounty hunted currently for assaulting a shop keeper at home for charging too much. Multiple party members have tried to murder the party. These aren't the days of solidly heroic fantasy Vox Machina. Seems like people are just disappointed enough to throw tantrums that Orym is exactly like all of his closest friends.

#critical role #critical role campaign 3 #critical role discourse #orym critical role #orym of the air ashari #people say they support people with mental illness and trauma until those people actually act from it #and then they're just a bad cruel person because they didn't express themselves perfectly #didn't have perfect judgement #didn't put everyone else's needs or trauma ahead of their own in crisis #and then they're just a bad person who can't be trusted #i see all of you mother fuckers

[wingsoverlagos]

Lewisohn vs. Cynthia Lennon, Pt. 1 of 3

Seems like we're getting some momentum, eh? Let's keep it going! To that end, here is the first of three posts comparing Tune In against Cynthia Lennon's memoirs. Cyn wrote two memoirs: A Twist of Lennon (1978, henceforth Twist) and John (2005). Lewisohn cites Twist 21 times and John five times, twice in conjunction with Twist. Of these citations, I found issues with sixteen of them. I'm deferring judgment on footnote 9-33 at this time, as it cites three other sources that I haven't gone through yet.

Cyn's memoirs were used both for quotes and for factual information in Tune In. In general, the quotes were less mangled than the ones taken from the 1980 Playboy interview, but I also stumbled upon some other issues, namely plagiarism and mischaracterization of certain events. Some of that will pop up here, but I intend to make standalone posts to explore those issues further.

For previous Lewisohn fact-checking, check out @mythserene's work and my Lewi-sins tag. Onwards!

Twist p.25-6 vs. Tune In 11-22

This passage describes the emotional timbre of John and Cyn’s relationship starting from their art school days. Tune In gives a mostly faithful account – I’ve underlined/highlighted some details that are consistent in both books. There was one line that stuck out to me in Tune In, though: “she knew he’d dismiss her in a second if she didn’t stand up to him.”

There’s no account of Cyn standing up to John in Twist. She withstands his behavior, but there’s no evidence of her pushing back, particularly in the early days. She describes herself as “a quaking, nervous wreck on many an occasion—so much so that the thought of going into college the following day would fill me with fear and dread.” I can’t think of any passages in Twist where we see Cyn standing up to John, and John (2005) is similar. In the latter, Cyn does give a couple of anecdotes in which she goes against John’s will (e.g. having Julian baptized), but this is usually done in an “ask forgiveness, not permission” way, rather than directly confronting him.

In fact, this isn’t the first time Lewisohn mentions Cynthia standing up to John. Just a few paragraphs before the above example, he writes this:

Cyn standing up to John is crucial enough that Lewisohn mentions it twice in short order, but that dynamic isn’t present in either of Cynthia’s accounts. Of course, there’s always the possibility of bias—perhaps Cyn portrayed herself as meeker than she was in practice—but if that’s the case, Lewisohn needs to provide a source. He mentions conflicting accounts multiple times throughout Tune In, but there’s no word of that here.

This isn’t the only time Lewisohn writes something contradicted by his cited source, and in some of those cases, I’ve found information supporting Lewisohn’s account in another, uncited source—we’ll get an example of that in the Twist citations. But I don’t think that’s what’s going on here—I think Lewisohn is subtly but purposefully warping the dynamics of John and Cyn’s relationship to make John come off better. He doesn’t go so far as to erase or excuse John’s abuse, but he implies there was more give-and-take in the relationship than was really there.

Twist p.18 vs. Tune In 10-34

There are no factual errors or misquotes here; Lewisohn is instead too faithful to the source material. Cyn describes her first dance with John as “slow and smoochy”; Lewisohn describes it as “slow, smoochy.” Yeah, he changed the “and” into a comma, but this is still plagiarism. “Slow” is a classic dance descriptor, but “smoochy”? Lewisohn is lifting original, distinct verbiage with little change. If this was a one-off thing, I might give him a pass, but he frequently leans heavily on distinctive phrases from his sources. There will be a post.

Twist p.30 vs. Tune In 13-10

Omission without ellipsis.

Twist p.42-43 vs. Tune In 13-53

A one-word quote from Cyn, but Cyn did not say that one word. Without the quotes this would be fine.

Twist p.37 vs. Tune In 13-64

The quote itself (in green) is consistent here, but check out the surrounding sections in pink. Cyn says that the boys’ magic was “so indefinable as to be almost non-existent at times” until they started playing. Lewisohn uses it as a blanket description of the band while playing. Not the most consequential change, I know, but Lewisohn is nevertheless using a quote in a way that directly contradicts the source.

Twist p.42 vs. Tune In 15-32

A few dropped words and one large, unmarked omission in the middle of the quote, but the meaning is retained.

Source: Lennon C. 1978. A Twist of Lennon. New York (NY): Avon Books. 190p.

#mark lewisohn #tune in #the beatles #cynthia lennon #john lennon #lewi-sins

[gracieheartspedro]

Somewhere With You ~ a sneak peak

so here's a lil snippet of part 4 of How Long! I am still working out the kinks and shit. I'm not 10000% when it'll be posted, and these parts may be reworked, but it's coming SOON. I promise. but I'm giving you two lil snippets. I know you guys have been waiting forever. so here's a little bit of what's to come! pardon if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes btw!

here's a cute gif of smoochie too!

Here's a lil snippet of the beginning of the chapter (:

“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?”  It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember. “We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her.  It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table.  “That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.” You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes. “Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.” He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?” “If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?” He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up. “You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?” “That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again.  Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.” He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat.

and then the part you all have been waiting for (;;;;;

“What is going on here?” His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s.  When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before.  Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?” But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you.  “Are you fuckin’ my brother?” He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal cords.  “Tommy, we aren’t doing this.” Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he does not creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you are not one hundred percent positive.  “That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?”  His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes.  Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-” “Answer the fuckin’ question!” You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he would go insane.  You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You did not want him to realize how shaky your voice was.  Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him.  “You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“ Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a millimeter. Joel does not even hesitate when he says the next words.  “Not your girl.”

#how long part 4 #gracie writes #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller being a hot dilf and fighting for you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller #gracieheartspedro

[helianskies]

NedSpa for 22?

a 🍪 and a forehead smoochie for anon!

Rest

A voice, somehow so loud yet so soft, penetrates the sanctity of his dreams and cries out to him, “Wake up!”, a command that startles him so violently that he nearly falls right out of his chair.

It takes him a moment to realise and remember where he is: at home, at the kitchen table, at ease. Antonio takes a breath. His eyes find Abel through the haze.

“Sorry,” he says, apologising meekly for what he assumes must have been another bout of microsleep. He’s been having those more often lately, and always at such rude and inconvenient times. “You were… saying something? Before?”

Abel, however, seems to already be over their previous conversation. Their dinner continues to cook in the background, sauce simmering away along with the other’s patience.

“This isn’t good for you,” Abel remarks after the pause.

“Tell me about it,” Antonio returns, trying (perhaps futilely) to keep the mood light, “I don’t think I can take many more heart attacks before I drop dead for good…”

“I’m not joking.”

“Neither am I.”

“Antonio.”

It’s stern, sharp, serious. It’s all the things that Antonio doesn’t want—things he knew were coming.

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Abel asks him over the table. This has become an interrogation, and Antonio is not really a willing participant.

He says, “I got as much as my body let me have,” and diverts his attention towards the food. The potatoes are still boiling. He wishes they’d boil over and give him an excuse to get up, to keep busy, to do anything other than this again.

“You still haven’t gone to see a doctor, I take it,” Abel muses, not really needing an answer. "Is there a reason?"

Antonio bites back a sigh. "You know," he says, "that human doctors can only do so much for us."

"Hasn't stopped you from popping pills before."

"That—"

Antonio is stunned. He's impressed, but also wounded.

"That's beside the point," he replies, struggling to stay composed. "A doctor can never find the problem. They just give us a temporary fix and usher us back out of the office…"

Abel hums. "Then maybe you need a different kind of doctor."

"…That's not fair."

"They might help."

"You promised me you'd never bring it up."

"I only promised you that when I thought you were doing better," Abel tells him sordidly, however. He doesn't say it in a mean way. He doesn’t… mean harm, or to cause upset. He's doing it because he cares, Antonio reasons with himself, even if… that doesn't make it easier to listen to. "You've gone to one before," Abel adds, "you'd know if it helps."

"I don't need to see a— a shrink," Antonio asserts, wary. "I'm okay. It isn't unusual for people like us to struggle sleeping! Even you have your moments—!"

"I wouldn't suggest it," Abel bats back, "if I wasn't worried."

It's like a final blow, a final strike—the last nail in the coffin that Antonio finds himself lying in, barely able to breathe. Abel doesn't look angry. He doesn't look disappointed. He just looks… tired. Tired, like Antonio, yet in such a different way.

This is a back-and-forth they've been having for a while. Antonio knows Abel is only trying to look out for him (mostly because the Spaniard gave up on doing so himself a long time ago) and he wishes the other would lose his compassion, sometimes. He didn't deserve the care. He didn't deserve the concern. And especially not from him.

The pot bubbles. The water sputters and begins to spill. Antonio silently thanks the universe for its intervention and gets out of his chair in a hurry to rescue his stove. Only, in the process, he knocks his knee, kicks the table leg, and almost trips over his own feet; Abel is quick to prevent him from toppling over (God, why did you have to make him so… him?) and tells Antonio to sit back down before he hurts himself.

Antonio has neither the energy nor willpower to argue with him further.

Abel takes the potatoes off of the heat and turns down the ring. He mutters to himself—no doubt huffing about the mess he'll insist on cleaning himself—and Antonio in the meantime settles again at the table, elbows up, head in hand.

He… understands, to some extent, where Abel is coming from. It's a wonder he managed to prepare dinner without losing a finger…

"Just think about it," the other says, a mind-reader. Antonio is tired of his wisdom for now… "I know you don't want to hear it," Abel adds, "but we both know what your demons are."

"Nice… Nice choice of words…"

"But you understand what I'm saying. As tough as they seem," Abel goes on, "you don't have to face them alone. João has told you the same. Even Francis has told you the same. So now I am telling you the same. I don't… want to seem pushy, but of everyone I know, you really are your worst own en—"

Abel ceases. The only sound in the kitchen that remains is the gentle sound of the stew which, after a few moments, Abel turns off so that sound, too, eventually fades.

Antonio is asleep again. He's reluctant to disturb him, this time.

He feels bad for having done it in the first place, truth be told, but there's a point to be made. He isn't well. He isn't himself. But Antonio's stubbornness is undying, and Abel knows that although you can lead a horse to water…

…Dinner can wait. It can wait a bit longer. As uncomfortable as it must surely be to sleep whilst sat at a table, the fact that he's sleeping at all is perhaps not a gift to snuff at, now.

Abel doesn't have the heart to wake him twice.

[ wordcount, 977; prompt list here! ficlet collection here! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws spain #hws netherlands #nedspa #i mean it's like the subtlest of subtle #but it counts #love making ned a worrywart with a reluctant patient haha

[flannelepicurean]

Some ShuriKan headcanons, because YOU MADE ME DO THIS

Seriously, hellsite sweethearts. I did not anticipate spending this much of the first day of this Year of our Blorb 2023 thinking about this, but it turned out to be quite the ride. File this under: Does it count as "Domestic Bliss" if the domicile is actually multiple international palaces and there's a sort of "on land/underwater" element in play?

The kids have Namor absolutely wrapped around their adorable, chubby little fingers. He cannot say no to them, although he likes to pretend he can. 

Okoye also indulges them to an extent, but in a very, "Mm-hm. What does your father say? And what does your mother say?" method. (Winner is often the ruler of whichever nation they're currently in, but the balance naturally tips in Shuri's favor surprisingly often. Okoye and Namora come to be aligned in this, as practical people who realize that Namor has not one lick of goddamn sense when it comes to spoiling those precious babies.)

Shuri spends a lot of time outfoxing the entire lot of them. Things still have to get done, it can’t be all, “Oh, sorry ambassador, gotta take a three-hour break from treaty negotiations because the kids have an emergency whale-ride situation…”

She and Namor have a parenting dynamic not unlike that couple from The Emperor’s New Groove. “Oh suuure, you can stay up late! We’ll just be in here telling each other how much we love each other, [exaggerated smoochy face noises].”

But when the kids do run away, declaring them gross, Namor’s like, “...Well, since we’re here…” And then Shuri’s like, “OMG, husband, I have so many things to do.” And he gives her the sad sea-otter eyes, and she’s like, “YOU have so many things to do! We have to do the paperwork for the treaty with the UN! And don’t even get me started on Krakoa!” And he’s all, “Nooooooooo! Cara mia! [Flop] My humidifier…I feel weak…” And she’s already walking away suppressing a giggle like, “Oh, okay, I’ll have Riri take a look, maybe she can tweak the enviro settings in the office for you?” And he’s like, “NO, THAT’S OKAY, THAT’S COOL, GONNA JUST HOP IN THE SHOWER, WORK TO DO, FEELING SO PRODUCTIVE, LOVE YOU…”

Also, Riri is the one who introduced Namor to the term “thirst trap,” and initially he was like, “...thirst???...trap…???...like??? The thing you…put me in????” And of course she’s like, “OMG, no, fool, it’s…you know what, I’ll just show you, it’ll be faster.”

A couple hours and some copious notes later, he’s like, “Okay. I think…Right. I’m gonna need to move some really big mirrors around, but I think…yeah…yes. I can do this.”

He trots back in like 5 minutes later all, “Okay, explain about the selfie stick again–you know what, no. No, I can…we’ve got the spears from last years test models, or…intern! That’s it, I’ll get an intern!”

10 minutes later, “Hey, where do I get the shirts??? That go like???" [Makes a V-shaped gesture from collarbone area to approximately navel]

Namor doesn’t really “do” social media, because he’s still very private, and doesn’t want the greater world to know about his kingdom. So he pretty much only spams Shuri with thirst trap pictures.

Never dick pics, though. He’s classy.

The first time Shuri calls him “mi amor,” he’s like, “Oh. Oh noooooooooooooo! Oh, I did not think this through, ohhhhhhhhhhh…” And that’s when he goes full Gomez. Because she wouldn’t do it lightly. She would really have to have healed, A LOT, and they would both have to have grown significantly, both individually and together, and damn wouldn’t that moment really clobber him? No longer sin amor, but con amor. And still Namor. Hell of a thing.

#shurikan #shipping #wakanda forever #shuri #namor #ku'kul'kan #headcanon #headcanonically #fanfic ideas #lol #domestic bliss #parenting #indulgent dad #full gomez #okoye #namora #subtle allies propping up namor against tiny terrorists #spouses in love #sad sea otter eyes #work's gotta get done tho #riri williams #thirst trap #is it really social media if you only got one contact #mi amor #con amor #oh shit bro #personal growth

[elkenbulwark]

@elkenbulwark asked:💏 [ a smoochy?🥺]

@doighnadair

It had been a long day, sitting by the river always calmed Canta. It reminded them of better times, when their heart wasn't so fragile and when they were whole. It was no surprise that they'd asked Birvor to join them. They've come to adore the other, they knew better than to take things at face value. There is always something more, you have to just be willing to get messy. "Birvor, what will ya do after this?" The moon illuminated Canta's face, their eyes glittering in it. They scooted next to other a bit more before, laying a hand over his. "Because I'd like to see ya again...or.." It was hard for them to make the first move, they always tried to think of it like a stage play, on stage Canta was INVINCIBLE. But here, next to this man, they were weak in the knees. Canta swallowed, then pressed a kiss to Birvor's mouth. It was kinda funny how their tusks bumped each others, it made Canta laugh, making the moment a bit less tense. "Ya can...Ya can come with me..I don't care if Ren must come but...I'd like to go everywhere and actually experience them...Not on the run with a parasitic bastard in my brain."

A curious grunt was his first indication that he had heard his usual company for the evenings when it was just him left waiting - a nervous wreck in camp while Ren exercised some fake sounding term: independence. It was impossible to sit with at first, then impossibly hard...and now it's hard, but like hunger, possible to sit with and mull over occasionally in bouts of discomfort. Thankfully Canta was usually there to provide some needed distractions, and the sights around the city he'd yet to find for himself having been almost as tied to the high city as Ren in their stay at house Cragdew gave the half-orc more curiosity to ponder on what else was out there...around the nooks and crannies of the city and even beyond Baldur's Gate itself. The thought of it seemed to fill the air beneath the wings he didn't own, but felt flutter alongside the beat of his heart whenever Canta coaxed him to think about all that was out there. Were half-orcs much into traveling and did they ever settle in an one place? Given how few he'd seen in his life-time, he was beginning to think not and how he might see countless others if he just...left. But Ren would never follow him if he did. And he couldn't just leave him behind as if he too had died in the raid alongside their parents.

Head tilting just slightly, but not enough to fully find the depth of his company's gaze, his lingered on the river a few moments before sliding over to give the other half-orc a puzzled blink shortly before his expression softened as it had begun to on many occasions that would usually invite shadows into the grooves of hardened features that seemed permanent at times other than now. "After...this? Well, z'it late or is the night still young fer ya?" He mused, not expecting the sudden pressure of their lips against his as a response. Eyes widening a tad in the light of the moon that served to shrink pupils blessed with night vision to pinpricks, he felt his breath hitch and his brain turn off until the light jostle of tusks bumping playfully rattled him back into his senses. As the other laughed at him, Birvor reached up to partially cover his face afterwards, though a few fanned fingers did little to disguise the subtle shades of plum burning in the storm of his usual complexion. "Shuheesh, mate. Wha- wazzat for?" A light shake of his head, and he gave the other a weary smile once his hand had returned by his side, albeit - an inch away from theirs until it wasn't, and he placed it upon the back of theirs after a soft slide forward.

"Sorry. Sometimes I'm feelin' like a cinderblock tied on your ankle and tossed out in the river. You should go out an see what there's t'see. Even though m'...at the bottom with my own weight tied round, I can just look at ya and see-" He nodded back to the river, body curling in towards his company's warmth in the chill of the fog rolling in from the bay. "What I never thought possible...in reach."

#// :'3 a smoochy gotten #doighnadair

[seasaltbaptism]

HI HI NINA !!!! HOW R U BIG SMOOCHIES MWAH <333 the empress, the hierophant, the lovers, the hermit, & the hanged man for malius & hom hom

03.  the empress  :  does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ?

malius: his mother! she’s the divine being / representation of honey / milk / the home / hearth / family. she was his biggest influence growing up & instilled altruism and love for the world into him! he has very fond memories to draw strength and efficacy from! he relies on her lessons a lot in his life, as he was a rambunctious child who often got into mischief! he had a few other parental figures, divine of the forge and horses taught him to craft , so on and so forth, it took a village to raise malius haha!

hominy: many! her first mother & elder sister , who hominy doesnt remember much, gave their lives to ensure her escape, then her parents in malula raised her with love & integrity. she has many influences in her kingdom too! she frequented many places & aided in many shops and homes, i think she feels most at home among her people , but makes SOME friends on the road with malius. i think without that intense love and support, she would most certainly be adrift in the world. they gave her a set of morals and she can face the world with that backbone.

05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?

malius: HAH. well. ok. in the beginning he didn’t involve himself in worldly politics often , but soon he began answering prayers, freeing people & giving aid in fighting for stolen homeland and other major disputes, so he developed intense moral codes, he doesn’t enjoy senseless slaughter and violence, jealousy and usurpers will gain no favor from him, he’s intensely respectful of others autonomy and free will. after his murder he is more prone to suspicion and manipulation, but still actually retains a lot of his morals, he’s just more violent , more ‘ i will get you before you get HER , before you get ME. ‘ mentality , you know? his morals are flexible at time as hominy struggles to adapt to the cruelty of the world, so he’ll bend for her .

hominy: god this girl. she has set morals that get warped throughout the story, but she actually doesn’t have a huge qualm with killing, as long as it’s justified to her. you try to kill me? i’m going to kill you if talking or bodily injury doesn’t suffice. she’s got a big heart and believes in helping people, and despite that altruism leading to near death experiences, she still refuses to NOT help. malius sometimes seethes obscenities in her head but she just tells him to shut up and revive her if shit hits the fan. no, but seriously she has a moral code that matches up with more of a neutral good , leaning towards true neutral towards the middle of the story , goes the line of neutral evil JUST a bit during some parts but she balances out , you know?

06.  the lovers  :  how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ?

malius: pre-murder, relationships weren’t that important, he occasionally entertained affection with a warm smile and gentle hands, but he never let anyone think that their relationship was anything deeper than what it was, as he’s honest from the beginning about his boundaries. he had lots of things to do, and felt relationships took his focus away from prayers and helping people who needed him. post murder? he’s hyper focused on revenge and getting the fuck out of the sword and making sure the world doesn’t implode on itself, but for some reason hominy is this growth in his chest that strangles his heart and has him shuddering desperately on his knees, he just can’t help it. she’s noble and kind, wise & a smart ass, dedicated & brave, shes sincere and oh so pretty ,,,, shes altruistic and can be a huge cunt and hes so smitten for her it pissed him off at first. he didn’t direct that at hominy but he attempted to distance himself emotionally from her but he couldn’t , so. yeah . he would value having a significant other , during this phase of his life , very much! he’s normally one to put all his ducks in a row before attempting to engage in courtship and relationships, but with hominy he is world is flipped so he just takes it one step at a time , like slipping into a hot bath , it takes patience and adjusting to finally get to pleasure and enjoyment. [ eyes him. ] i don’t blame him really, breaking cosmic rules & everything is something i’d do for hom hom too.

hominy: honestly? another one who didn’t really value relationships too much, some would come and go , but she never really felt the need to have anyone around ? romance was weird to her, intimacy was hard and so she just avoided it for the most part. she has experience in things of romance, but it was just sub-par for her. POST FINDING MALIUS? she’s still hesitant, she doesn’t enjoy the sudden attraction she felt for him & wondered if it was his doing . was it his magic? was it the curse that lit a fire in her chest? was it the intimacy that came with what she was doing? sharing memories and feelings? being able to say things and malius would just get it . she didn’t have to hide anything , , he didn’t judge her, she wasn’t a freak. i think after meeting malius and getting him to actually be honest ( it didn’t take much lmao ) she found that it wasn’t unreasonable to be so attracted to a being such as him, he was honest , resilient and wise even in states of illness and the like, there’s many things she finds herself admiring and for a long while she circles him ( was she the wolf or the moth? ) and she comes to value their relationship more and more as time goes on, valuing his presence in her life and all he shared with her , however intimately , it just feels good. feels right.

09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?

malius: very introspective, but knows when to stop asking questions. he reflects a few times a day , or whenever he feels uneasiness settle within him, he likes to know why he’s feeling what he’s feeling, or it gnaws at him. he does, however, know when to let things rest and wait for more opportunities to unveil his feelings or information about a certain subject. he’s old & wise , he balances diligence & rest fairly well.

hominy: needs to be reminded to reflect, mostly by malius. she is somewhat oblivious to her feelings and her own body at times, and genuinely appreciates moments of rest where she can reflect upon her day, what’s been said , what she’s seen & how she responded to that ,, and what that says about her own mental state; she values times of peace where she can meditate and really connect with herself! [ hominy: man remember that lady from that town? malius: the one attempting to kill us? hominy: she was trying to KILL us?

12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?

malius: opportunistic is this divine’s middle name post murder!! he’s looking and connecting dots, looking for aid and trying to get from step a , to b , c , so forth and so on. he’s laying out complex plans to hominy and she’s nodding but definitely not doing at least 7 of those steps , but she humors him & incorporates his plans into her actions. but he’s definitely a ‘ make things happen ‘ sort of person!

hominy: she is like a river, opportunity comes and she will take it, but she doesn’t MAKE it happen as intensely as malius does, she’s more of a ‘ make something out of what we have ‘ type of girl. to be fair , shes dealing with a LOT , so she doesn’t have the energy to lay out 20 step plans like malius does, but she is crafty and surprises him a lot by what she concocts!!

#thanks heath! #* oc: malius #* oc: hominy #* ask game #ùwú! #i’m good thanks! you?

[otto-apocalypse]

Sexy alphabet with Otto under the cut!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Otto is very cuddly after sex, borderline clingy. The man is more touch starved that he’s willing to admit, so once he finds someone who likes to be with him, he gets cuddly.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hair. He takes extremely good care of them, and yes, he’s totally into his partner pulling them during sex. He likes butts :v

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His stamina is very high and he cums A LOT, even multiple times in a single session, covering himself or filling his partner to the brim.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His nipples are very sensitive, and teasing them will get him into a moaning mess very soon. And he TOTALLY had sex with one of his clones.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had 500 years to get experience, so even if he doesn’t get laid that often, he still had a lot of time and chanches to get better.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Just pin him down HARD into the bed and he’s happy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious once things get started, but he’s humorous before and after, with playful teasing and other, depending on how familiar he is with his partner.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

He’s completely shaved, he makes his own boadies and it’s easier to just not have body hair :v

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

As I said before, he’s touch starved, and that contributes to him being all smoochy and romantic in the act.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it very often, he usually fingers himself too though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aside from hair pulling, he likes marking his partner.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s into doing it in his office, or against the wall. Sometimes, the shower rises to his favourites.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

More often than not, he need physical stimulation to get into the mood, slow start, but tall peaks.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

There’s very little he wouldn’t do, but he dislikes scat and omorashi

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s pretty good at it, but he’s also a big fan of receiving it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely fast and rough, and makes up the occasional quick finish with a boundless stamina and multiple sessions one after another

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A fan of them, definitely. Especially in “forbidden” or dangerous places, like a poorly lit hallway.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As said before, he’s into the risk. He doesn’t propose new things very often, but he’s up to whatever his partner wants to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is BOUNDLESS. He can go on for HOURS, come multiple times one after another.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

For himself, not really. But once he got a stable partner, he started stocking up stuff to use on them. Often building the thing himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. He’s a big tease!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s LOUD. Very LOUD. This is why the risky places are to exciting as he needs extra care to not make sounds.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

His bodies, despite him making them himself, bruise very easily, so it’s really easy to leave handprints on his hips, for instance.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Milky white soft skin, that BEGS to get marked!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Medium-high, if he’s seeing someone. Alone, it settles quite low.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quick enough, once he’s done with all the rounds.

#otto apocalypse #honkai impact #hi3

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Had a dream about B last night but it wasn't a sex dream which they usually are). Also one of the occasional dreams I recognize/incorporate that B is married to Sarah, and she is in it a bit too. (Coincidence? 🤔 😆 Although I did have that one sex dream with him and I where he was married to her recently and he invited me for more with him and her ...)

Anyhow, we were friends and had been since I was 9, him 10. Still hung out, went to dinner, events and parties, texted, etc, and were really affectionate, jokey, w each other. Like holding hands, cuddling, spooning, him giving me a uterus rub when I had cramps, playing with his hair, cheek smoochies, sleeping together. As in sleeping in the same couch, bed when clothed haha eg both crashing on someone's couch after a party. Literally sleeping together. Him spooning me on our sides on a couch, stroking my belly under my shirt as we go sweepies was a specific time. Joking about he should use a last name that's a play on dirty as a psuedonym to hide from the paps, and first name Josh for his friend/crush Josh Dun.

Sarah generally knew eg was part of some of the text threads we had, I would text her/send photos/etc.

B and I in this had been involved sexually off and on from 9th grade till late 2008 (he started with Sarah Jan 09 as he did irl). that's mostly revealed in discussions inc some detailed talk of what we got up to, alas, not flashbacks 😆

I'm ready for my past sexcapade w B heavy on the sex dream tonight, subconscious! Esp 08 with that shagamuffin hair! Also more than good with before too.

At a event people recognize B and get all huffy at mostly me for hanging all over (hand holding, whispering, arms & thighs pressed together, hands on thighs, etc) Sarah's man wondering wtf I am and if B is stepping out on her etc. (Oh, double standards and blaming the other woman for the man's (presumed in this case) cheating... )

Interspersed is me talking w a group of lesbian feminists, separatists bc last night I watched a doc about lesbian separatism and them being all "why you with him/with men in general?" Lol and me explaining in between discussing feminist theory, activism, etc (eg separatism as tactic vs goal, 60s-80s writing, women's festivals...). like how our sex was varied, vulva-centric, many orgasmed esp for me, back in the day, he's friendly, goofy, smooshy, pliant, etc in and out of sex.

When the rumor mill gets going, I'm then put on a kind of trial by these men. including going into some details of what we got up to in the past wink wonk. the fact that I (in the dream) had a recent sexual relationship with a man who hid he was married to a woman, so obviously I'm a homewrecker, doing it again. (which consent by deception so irl obv zero fault for the other woman, indeed he sexually assaulted two women by deception, me and the one he was supposed to be monogamous with.) Getting questioned on what I did with whom, when, that I don't make sense because I don't have clear lines between sex and not sex, I think so many things are sex (eg two or more people with one or more genital involved? Sex. Arousal involved? Probably sex. Orgasm likely? Sex).

They debated over whether it were a true/real affair or not in both cases, or emotional, because lack of piv w B and almost none (few times) with the other guy, and even then it was a small part of the sex and mixed with mostly other genital-genital rubbing, and external ejaculation, and charting my cycle (so only piv near and during menstruation). Me saying I ain't going on birth control, but guys are welcome to have vasectomies.

Them not liking my ways eg denying men piv how dare I, making them do it my ways if we do have piv how dare I. Not sure if I'm a slut or a ballbuster. Some saying piv without internal ejaculation is still real sex, a couple saying no. either way, I'm not just a homewrecker but emasculate men, deny their needs, expect them to be like women blablabla (well, men should be like women then, in and out of sex... 😁 and I wouldn't want to be with a guy who repressed parts that weren't "masculine enough", denied "femininity" in himself, thought x y z "unmanned" him, namely with women. I would say that's men being full humans, not avatars of masculinity).

Didn't rip into them back as much as I would have wanted to irl 😆 (tell me you're a terrible sex partner, your women rarely to never come with you and they endure shit sex aka sexual abuse by you without telling me)

Woke up during this "trial". (Good. glad to get away from those men 😠. Fine with waking up if I'm not getting more B or at least the women. I'll take the less sleep over them haha)

(I had another "sexual politics" dream involving sexual assault recently too eg becoming co-operative to get by in an ongoing sexually abusive relationship, feeling like I was becoming a mannequin, robot even while I participated, acted eager, initiated. it didn't involve B. was another of those complex ones that makes me think. Ones like that aren't upsetting to me per se, during or after, like how people think of nightmares.)

Ugh, went on too long with that "trial" vs other deets. Oh well.

If I used this to create a fic, it'd obviously be the past w B eg friends since 5th grade, getting up to sex stuff starting in 9th grade, him visiting Summerlin in 05-06 after fever comes out, getting together w him a few times when he's on tour fever and pretty. Odd eras.

Also reminds me how I've been meaning to do fic inspired by Paulina! (she's great, was friends with Ryan then Bden too, and was the merch girl early on. She called him Brenda a lot. There was mutual joking about an orgy between her and him also involving his bandmates, so I don't doubt other sexual jokes too. They visited her a couple times after the album came out too. See the tag on her too.)

#sex dreams #fic ideas #but this would mostly not be in a fic #and not much of a sex dream considering esp given what i often dream up in the sex department 😆 #paulina