#or forcing myself to always look flattering or whatever

[gatorlovebot]

i saw some girl on tiktok say “fat people don’t owe you an hourglass silhouette” so today i’m doing a Big Scary Thing and going out to run errans without tucking my shirt into my pants 🫣

#i’ve always tucked my shirt into my pants to try and accentuate my waist #bc i have wide hips and love handles #but it just seems so dumb to be constantly trying to make myself look skinny when i’m not #or forcing myself to always look flattering or whatever #like i just fucking need to go to target who cares

[ticklystuff]

Feather Weather

a/n: i had a silly little idea last year and decided to run with it

wc: ~1.8k

summary: ayato knits a sweater for thoma out of the goodness of his heart

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"Go on, open it."

Thoma held the box in his hand, looking warily between the unopened parcel and his lord standing in front of him. Gifts from Ayato were always the.. special kind that often resulted in humiliation of some form, usually nothing more than the playful sort, yet were common enough to condition Thoma that keeping his guard up around this particular Kamisato was more than necessary. The seemingly innocent smile that Ayato wore well was no longer enough to fool Thoma at this point.

"What's wrong?" His expression morphed into one of genuine curiosity, yet Thoma knew better, his ears tuned to pick out the traces of mischief often laced into Ayato's voice. 

Surprisingly, his voice was clean.

"You know exactly why!" He said after moments of hesitation, prompting an amused chuckle from his lord.

"I'm curious as to what you think could possibly be inside the box," Ayato mused with a delighted glint in his eyes, clearly reveling in the apprehension.

"Anything!" Thoma huffed with a pout. "You manage to turn anything into a prank!"

"You flatter me."

"M'lord, please," came the usual sigh of dismay, contrasting the comical giggles that escaped Ayato's mouth. "I'm not going on anymore boba runs for you if this is something bad."

"Alright, alright," Ayato shook his head, heeding the warning, "I assure you that there's nothing wrong with the gift."

Thoma raised an eyebrow, reading Ayato's voice for the inevitable lie. "You promise?"

"I promise." Ayato proceeded to place a palm to his own heart, ending the gesture with a firm nod. "It was made with love, of course."

"Or demonic ambition."

"And love," Ayato tacked on, flashing a wink that Thoma could only respond with an eye roll.

Despite his suspicions, the package itself lacked hints of ulterior motives. The blue ribbons with silver trimmings were held together over the beige gift box in the form of an awkward bow, handiwork that could belong to none other than Ayato himself. Arts and crafts were not exactly his forte, indicating that Ayato had a direct hand with the package, which only served to further keep Thoma on edge.

Glancing at the parcel with hesitation, Thoma lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake, straining his ears as he repeated the motion twice more. Whatever was inside didn't create much force from the inside, barely tapping against the inner walls of the box. Clothes, maybe? 

His fingers pinched at the ends of the ribbons, tugging gently to let the thin piece of cloth fall away, revealing the white cardboard box underneath. Slowly, his fingers pushed at the top and Thoma braced himself for what might just jump out at him, but was pleasantly surprised at what looked to be a sweater. He lifted the sweater from the box, eyes gleaning over the warm orange threads as his fingers dug into the soft material. "Where'd you get this?" was all Thoma could murmur, taking in the sweater in awe.

"I made it myself, of course," Ayato said with pride. "Only crafted with the finest material during my trip to Fontaine. I ran into Chiori along the way and she guided me during the process."

"It looks amazing, m'lord!" Thoma gushed, eyes going over the sweater repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you so much! I-I'm going to wear it now, if that's alright!"

"It's yours, so do with it as you please," Ayato chuckled. "It's the perfect time for sweater weather, after all."

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The sweater was everything.

It perfectly fit his body without being too snug, allowing for plenty of wiggle room, it was of notably high quality with how the fabric felt delightful against his skin, it even smelled faintly of vanilla, but most importantly, it was warm. And what paired better with a snuggly sweater on a snowy day?

Candles.

Thoma hummed to himself as he sorted through the variety of candles he kept neatly arranged, eyes scanning the shelf for the perfect scent to match his mood. Cinnamon was a classic choice, or he could go with one of the newer ones Ayaka had brought home from Fontaine-

"Ack!"

The sudden feeling of arms wrapped around his waist interrupted his candle perusing, but his nerves were put at ease with the familiar sensation of another's cheek gently nuzzling the crook of his neck. All these years working under the Kamisatos, yet Ayato always managed to sneak around, flying under his nose.

"Enjoying the sweater, love?" Ayato's voice softly brushed against the skin of his neck, sending tingles down his spine.

Thoma could only reply with a simple "mhm" as he relaxed into Ayato's hold, sighing whenever Ayato nuzzled into his neck. Strange to be holding such an intimate moment in the Kamisato Estate's storage closet, but Thoma would take anything he could get, what with his lord always having his hands full, not to mention being pulled away for so long during his recent trip to Fontaine. The occasional kiss to his skin and the gentle caress of Ayato's fingers under his sweater were enough to make his brain stir, causing Thoma to—

Wait a moment....

Ayato's fingers.. under his sweater??

What- How did they get there? His hands repeatedly patted at his abdomen where Ayato's hands currently rested against his thin undershirt, protected by the fluffy material of his new sweater. Surely he would've noticed Ayato's sneaky hands slipper under the hem of his sweater, yet somehow they've managed to evade his watch.

"Something the matter?" His tone was innocent, yet there was that familiar artificial tinge to his lord's sickenly sweet voice.

Something was up.

"M'lord.." Thoma's voice tremored as it dawned that he most likely played into whatever the devil himself had planned.

Yet the sickly sweet gestures persisted, now with gentle but firm grip to undoubtedly keep Thoma in place the minute he attempted an escape. "The little holes in the sweater are so convenient," Ayato explained, perfectly reading Thoma's mind. "They make it so convenient for times like these."

"Holes?! Why does the sweater have holes?! Did you not have the budget for fabric?" Thoma couldn't even begin to wrap his head around what purpose this would serve, let alone how he never noticed such a detail, or lack thereof, in the first place. This would teach him to never get too excited over what should've been a harmless gift, archon forbid. 

Ayato hummed in response, drumming his fingers against Thoma's torso that made the blond fidget. "Ah, you seem to be misunderstood," he sing-songed, his chin resting atop Thoma's shoulder. "It's an intended feature, of course. I can show you, if you'd like."

He was too afraid to ask, not that it mattered in the end.

"Wah- no! Nohoho! Whahahat are you dohohoing?!"

"Mm, is it not obvious?"

It was a rhetorical question, no doubt, yet there was a sliver of hope that Thoma himself was mistaken, only for those thoughts to be quickly dashed when Ayato's hands persisted, running up the length of Thoma's torso, each touch penetrating the thin material of his undershirt to make the blond squirm. His body twisted and squirmed in response, his own hands grasping uselessly at the other set currently messing with him, anything to escape whatever Ayato had planned.

"Isn't it excellent? A comfy sweater designed for easy access to tickle its wearer," Ayato expressed in low tone, bordering a whisper, though he made no attempt at masking the amusement in his voice.

"B-But you tihihickle mehehe all the tihihime!" Thoma managed through his snickers, squealing when one of Ayato's hands sneakily squeezed at one of his pecs.

"But this is more fun, no?"

"NOHOho!" The desperate cry was enough for Ayato to laugh alongside the giggly retainer, a contrasting mix to Thoma's own frantic laughter. He could just picture the smirk playing on his lips. "EheheheHAHA! Let gohoho! Stahahap!"

"Mmm, but I don't believe I can, even if I wanted to," Ayato remarked. "If you keep moving, my hands will be tangled up in the sweater. Best you do your best and sit still."

But he couldn't, not with how methodical the tickling was. Ayato wasn't the type to go in for the kill, as Thoma knew very well, often going through the bits and pieces in a more systemic way. A pinch to his side, tweaks to his ribs, finger drabbles along his underarms, even going so far to poke at his navel. Thoma could never get a read when he needed it the most, often distracted by Ayato's signature brand of teasing that somehow elevated the subtle pricks into something more unbearable, dissolving Thoma into helpless giggles the further his defenses broke down.

"And, y'know, why stop at sweaters?" Ayato pondered over Thoma's laughter. "Pants with slits at the hips, some modified tabis, maybe even just borrowing a crop top from the traveler."

The teases were enough to send Thoma over the edge, unable to protest once Ayato went down the list of clothing choices he could potentially threaten Thoma with. Laughter after laughter poured over, filling the small storage room with hapless shrieks as Ayato's hands made the most of the custom sweater and its unfortunate victim.

"HeheHAHA! No! Cohohome ohohon! Stahahap PLEAHAH-!"

Despite the menace Ayato often lived up to be, there was still the other side of the coin, the merciful part that knew not overburden his favorite tickle victim. Per routine, the tickling ebbed to a relaxed rhythm, still procuring giggles, while allowing Thoma more leeway to breathe, before his fingers came to steady stop, drumming along Thoma's torso once more as they awaited the blond's next action. Now, with the loosened grip, Thoma used the opportunity to quickly detach himself from Ayato before his lord could have a change of heart, allowing himself to catch his breath, ignoring the smug smirk that Ayato wore well.

"I'm fixing this sweater," Thoma finally exhaled. 

"No! You absolutely cannot!" There was a genuine tinge of disappointment behind Ayato's voice, one that didn't commonly occur. "I put a lot of effort into making this."

"Yeah, a lot of effort for evil," Thoma snapped with a tilt of his head.

"It started out with love, I assure you," Ayato explained, shifting his eyes about. "I might have gotten sidetracked during the process, but I can make you a normal one, as long as you promise to keep this one.. and maybe occasionally wear it every once in a while."

Thoma opened his mouth to respond, only for a sigh to escape his lips at the ridiculous request, yet the puppy eyes Ayato flashed him practically forced him to reconsider. "Alright, alright."

"Fantastic!" Ayato's eyes lit up at the response.

"Uh-uh, but on one condition," Thoma tacked on, earning himself a curious glance. "I get to make you an identical piece. That way we'll be matching for sweater weather."

#thomato #thoma #ayato #genshin impact #tickling

[itsmealaiah]

Never been kissed

tags/ warnings: kissing, confession of love, nothing really smutty lol.

a/n: i lost the request this always happens and i hate myself for it. hope you enjoy tho loves

Synopsis: when bill asks you how to kiss properly, you take this as a chance to confess your true feelings for him

pairing: bill x m reader

Your POV:

It was the middle of the night when I heard a soft knock on my door. I groaned, annoyed at first, but then I remembered Bill had been staying in my guest room for the past few weeks. He was only supposed to be here for a month, but he extended his stay when his tour schedule got mixed up. We'd been friends for years, and I'd been more than happy to let him stay. After all, we'd known each other since we were kids.

Still, I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the fact that he was here alone in my room. I mean, sure, we were just friends, but there was something about him that made me wonder what was going on inside his head. Maybe it was just the way he looked at me sometimes, like he wanted more than just friendship.

As I climbed out of bed and padded over to the door, I couldn't help but wonder what he could possibly want at this hour. Was something wrong? Was he feeling homesick? Or maybe… maybe he just wanted to talk. Whatever it was, I knew I had to find out.

I opened the door, and there he was, standing in the hallway in nothing but a pair of boxers, looking just as adorable as ever. "Hey," he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Can I come in?"

I stepped aside to let him in, and he closed the door behind him before plopping down on the edge of my bed. "Sorry if I woke you up," he said, yawned. "I just… couldn't sleep."

I nodded, sitting down next to him. "It's okay, I was already awake. What's on your mind, Bill?" He looked at me for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip before he finally spoke. "Well, you know how we've been friends for so long and how we've been through everything together?" I nodded, already feeling a strange sense of foreboding in my stomach. "And you know how I've always looked up to you, and how you've always been there for me?" My heart skipped a beat, but I forced a nonchalant smile. "Yeah, Bill. I know." "Well, I was just wondering… if you could teach me something?"

My curiosity was piqued. "Like what?" He glanced away, biting his lip harder now. "Like… how to kiss." I blinked, a little taken aback. "Oh… really?" He looked back at me, his eyes searching mine. "Yeah… I mean, I've never really been kissed before, and… I just thought… maybe you could show me?"

I felt a strange mixture of emotions wash over me. On one hand, I was flattered that he thought of me in this way. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a little weird about the whole thing. We were just friends, after all.

Still, I couldn't deny that there was a part of me that was curious about teaching him. And maybe, just maybe, it was the perfect opportunity to tell him how I really felt about him. "Okay, Bill," I said slowly, trying to sound casual. "I'll teach you how to kiss."

He looked up at me with a hopeful expression, his eyes shining in the dim light of my bedside lamp. "Really?" I nodded, smiling reassuringly. "Really. But you have to promise me something in return." He frowned. "What's that?" "You have to promise me that after this, we can go back to being just friends. No more weirdness, no more awkwardness. Just like before." He considered my words for a moment, then nodded solemnly. "Deal. I promise."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Then I leaned in closer, my lips inches from his. His breath was warm against my skin, and my heart skipped a beat as I felt his anticipation. Slowly, carefully, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips against his.

It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, but as I felt him respond, as his lips parted and his tongue tentatively touched mine, I could feel the heat building inside me. I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer still. His hands found their way to my back, tracing circles up and down my spine, sending shivers down my spine.

As the passion between us grew, I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to kiss someone you really cared about. Because despite the fact that we'd only been friends, I knew in that moment that I wanted more. I wanted to be with him. I wanted us to be together.

But I reminded myself of my promise, and I forced myself to pull back, breaking the kiss. Bill looked at me with a mix of confusion and desire, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Wow," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never knew it could feel like that."

I smiled at him, feeling a little guilty for leading him on. "It's just practice, Bill. You're doing great." He nodded, still a little dazed. "Thanks, m/n. You really are… amazing."

I swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to say what I really wanted to say. "Bill… there's something I need to tell you." He looked up at me expectantly, his brown eyes filled with curiosity. "The truth is… I don't just like you as a friend. I mean, I really like you. Like… more than a friend. I've always wanted to be with you, and… I think I'm in love with you."

There, I'd said it. The words hung in the air between us, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. Bill's expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, then to disbelief, and finally to hope. "You're… you're serious?" he stammered.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I mean, I knew I cared about you as a friend, but… but it's different now. I just want to be with you, Bill. I want us to be together."

He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, and then he leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss was different from the one before; it was filled with tenderness and desire, and it left me breathless. As we pulled apart, I could see the same emotions playing across his face that I felt inside myself: confusion, hope, and an overwhelming sense of happiness.

"I feel the same way, m/n," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I've always loved you too. I just… I never knew how to tell you."

We stayed like that for a moment longer, our foreheads touching, our hands entwined. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that everything had changed. We were no longer just friends; we were something more. Something beautiful and rare.

"So," I said, trying to break the intensity of the moment, "what do we do now?"

Bill smiled at me, his eyes shining with hope. "I don't know, m/n. I've never been in love before. But I think… I think we should take it slow. Find out if this is really what we want, and if it's meant to be. We don't want to rush into anything."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation at his words. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. We can… we can just be together, and see where it goes."

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #itsmealaiah #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x you

[slightlyunconventional]

long overdue second dbhwks fic (2.8k)

SLAVED AWAY at this for days (i didnt. i could have done it in one but i procrastinated so much it’s unbelievable. but heres some food) quite happy w how it came out too if i do say so myself,, hope u enjoy!! 🫶

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“Sorry I’m late.” Dabi. He’s picked the damn lock again. 

“Oh my god, do you seriously not know how to knock?” Hawks calls back, practically skipping into the living room. 

“Don’t wanna stand around outside your door like a creep, thanks,” deadpans the villain. Hawks rolls his eyes.

“You look like more of a creep picking the lock, but sure. Come here.”

He takes Dabi by the hand and leads him toward the couch. His fingers are warm, like usual. God, has Hawks missed that. Between hero work, villainy, and conflicting schedules they’d barely had time to see each other and, man, was it miserable. It takes everything in him not to bowl Dabi over with an absolutely suffocating embrace - it’d probably kill the man. 

Dabi raises his eyebrows. “You cleaned?” 

Hawks had expected Dabi to notice, but not point it out, so he’s a little caught off guard by the halfway-question. “Oh, yeah,” he says, a fraction sheepishly, “Is it too much?”

“Mm, no, looks good,” Dabi smirks, “Makes a nice change from all the crap you’ve usually got lying around.” Hawks hits him playfully and he laughs, clear and smooth, not at all like the peals brimming with malice he’d usually hear from Dabi.

“Uuugh, I hate you, leave me alone,” he complains. When Dabi’s eyebrows raise again, Hawks pulls a face and adds, “I’m a busy man! I don’t have time to clean!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m flattered.”

He sits Dabi down on the couch, maybe a little too eagerly, and comes down to straddle the taller man’s lap. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, before pressing his lips to Dabi’s with an urgency that only comes from being deprived of seeing one’s lover for far too long. Dabi loosens underneath Hawks and they quickly fall into a long practised pattern, all pretences dropped for this moment of touch-starved tenderness. Nothing exists outside of this room, everything is so warm, and Hawks melts even more when he feels Dabi smile against his lips.

“Seems like someone missed me,” murmurs the villain, voice sleek and low. The response is simply a hand laced through the dyed-black hair at the back of Dabi’s head, taking hold of him and pulling him closer with nothing short of absolute need. In turn, Dabi’s hands find the small of Hawks’ back, and heat begins to pool in his stomach as they slowly threaten to sneak closer to the bases of his wings. And his lips are warm, so warm, and he always seems to know exactly what to do with them to make Hawks collapse like putty in his hands. For a crazed villain who incinerates shit for fun, Dabi’s a fucking good kisser. 

…And a tease, apparently! Hawks knows that Dabi knows how badly he wants this, and how long he’s been waiting - yet he still seems to be taking his sweet time. He can feel the villain absently tracing circles into his back, with the same pace as his mouth is working against Hawks’. The little shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing; well, two can play at that game. Hawks takes it as a challenge, takes Dabi’s scarred face between his hands, and takes control. He presses closer, kissing the man with some previously unseen vigour, practically forcing him to match the increased pace. A little wave of triumph passes through Hawks as he hears Dabi’s breath catch in the back of his throat, nearly silent, but they’re close enough that nothing can really go unheard. Feeling like he’s succeeded, Hawks goes to indulge further, perhaps elicit some more reactions like that, when he feels Dabi’s hand leave his back. Before he can register it properly, the hand is upon his chest, pushing with some insistence. Hawks pulls away, panicked.

“Oh, shit, fuck, sorry, was that too much?”

The arm Dabi has outstretched towards Hawks’ chest slackens slightly, as do his facial features. He doesn’t reply, but rather his lips part and his eyes glaze over, forming an expression so laced with vulnerability that Hawks is almost taken aback - though, he can’t dwell on the display for long, as he’s quickly instead watching Dabi bring his other hand, curled tightly into a fist, up to his own face and press it most firmly to the underside of his nose. His chest rises once with an inhale not unlike before, only this time a little louder and deeper, and he ducks forward slightly with two slightly-awkwardly stifled sneezes.

“hhahh-! ..hh’nGXT! kxNTsh! Ugh, fuck.”

“Oh!” Hawks says, a little surprised, “Bless you.” A part of him wants to chide the villain for holding it in like that, but he refrains, knowing full well he himself would stifle exactly the same.

Dabi hums in lieu of a thanks, and Hawks returns his hand to his boyfriend’s face and leans back in.

“Can I go back to kissing you now?” he murmurs.

Dabi rolls his eyes but drapes his arms lazily over Hawks’ shoulders, an invitation, yes, you can go back to kissing me now. Their lips interlock once again, picking up where they left off, with Hawks feeling absolutely on top of the world from the fact that he’s doing the work here, he’s the one kissing Dabi, not the other way around. He’s never been opposed to Dabi taking control, in fact he loves being ravaged by the man, but sue him, sometimes it feels good to be the one doing the ravaging. However, his elation at this seems to be poorly concealed, or perhaps Dabi just wants to knock him down a peg, because Hawks feels teeth closing on his bottom lip. Not so hard that it hurts, but just enough to tease an audible gasp from him as he tenses up on Dabi’s lap. He’s fairly certain he’s never needed someone all over him so badly until this point. Clearly it shows, too, since Dabi insists on being such a menace and playing the long game with him. Well, Hawks decides that’s not going to fly; he presses in closer, almost entirely closing the gap between them and slides his other hand behind Dabi’s head, not-so-subtly tugging him closer and kissing him harder, once more regaining the upper hand. He takes to gently thumbing back and forth against the base of Dabi’s neck, to which the man lets out, involuntarily, a little noise of satisfaction, finally accepting submission. Hawks is almost tempted to bite Dabi back, but maybe that’d be pushing his luck. Besides, this side of Dabi - soft, pliant, accepting - is one he rarely sees, and he’s kind of into it. It’s a good look on the villain. 

Before long, however, their rhythm is broken once again. One of the arms laying around Hawks’ neck begins to move, and the hand meets his shoulder. Hawks has a sneaking feeling he knows what’s coming (for the second time), as Dabi’s hand pushes against his shoulder - slowly, though, as if he���s really trying to prolong the inevitable. It really doesn’t seem like he wants to pull away, so Hawks does it for him, gently separates their faces, strangely endeared by Dabi’s reluctance - and it seems he did so at exactly the right moment. Being so close to him, Hawks can easily see the way his face immediately crumples, eyes flickering shut and lips parting with an inhale that sounded as though it had been waiting to be drawn for… a while. In a split second, he’s tugging the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand with some urgency, and Hawks catches the flare of his nostrils right before he pinches his nose, clamping the thick black fabric over the bottom half of his face. There’s hardly six inches between the two of them, so Dabi twists awkwardly to the side with a set of cruelly stifled sneezes.

“hh’GKTtch! ‘KXXSHh! Ugh, god– h-hahH’KGXt’sh!”

They sound harsher this time around, harder to stifle, probably.

“Bless,” says Hawks, “You okay?”

“Mm… yeah, just something really… stings,” Dabi replies. He’s knuckling the side of his nose with some force.

“You’re, uh, not getting sick are you?” Hawks asks, unable to conceal the tinge of nervousness that seeps into his tone. As much as he loves the man, he’s got some long days on patrol coming up soon, and a cold from Dabi would severely compromise him.

Dabi raises an eyebrow. “I’m not that much of an asshole, Kei.”

“Right-! Yeah, no, of course not. Sorry, I didn’t really think there.” Hawks grimaces internally at himself, and Dabi shakes his head.

“Ugh, Jesus, hold on–” He turns away again, breath wavering, “hehh’nGXKt!” A shaky exhale escapes from him as he releases his nose.

“So, what’s got you all worked up, then?” asks Hawks, teasing.

Dabi half-sighs, half-groans, and replies, “Don’t know, but I wish it would fucking stop.” As if for emphasis, the sentence is punctuated with an irritated-sounding sniffle.

“Well, it probably would if you stopped stifling like that,” Hawks says pointedly. That earns him a hazy blue-eyed glare… that doesn’t last long, since Dabi’s squinting again, and his mouth curls up into the beginnings of something akin to a snarl. Hawks smirks as he ducks into the crook of his sweater-clad elbow to muffle yet another sneeze.

“hehH’DSHHh’uh! What the fuck?”

At least he didn’t stifle it.

Hawks hums. “Bless you.” He sends a feather to retrieve a box of tissues, then decides the villain probably also needs some space, so he manoeuvres himself gracelessly off Dabi’s lap to sit beside him on the couch. 

“Very elegant,” Dabi remarks.

“Ugh, shut up,” he replies, elbowing Dabi in the ribs. The laugh this elicits almost straight away rises into a staggered gasp, that itself turns into a pair of hastily covered sneezes.

“hhahH’KXXTshuh! hh’huuhh’DZSHHhue!”

“Jeez, bless you.”

Dabi sniffles thickly. “Yeah.”

Hawks’ feather zips back into the room and drops a box of tissues into Dabi’s lap - the thicker, softer ones that the hero always insists on buying despite them being double the price of regular ones. 

“Sounds like they’re getting stronger,” Hawks observes, a note of concern in his tone, but then adds, more teasingly, “Not allergic to me, are you?”

Dabi scoffs and tugs a couple of tissues from the box. “I wish,” he says, scrubbing at his nose. “Then I’d actually have an excuse to avoid your annoying ass.”

“Wow, okay, that was so uncalled for. Just say you hate me at that point.”

It’s Dabi’s turn to elbow Hawks back. He probably deserves it. 

 “Ow, bitch,” he says in mock offence. 

“You’re the bitch,” comes the reply, from behind a handful of tissues (which are then promptly screwed up and tossed, flying in a neat arc, straight into the trash on the other side of the room). 

“Whatever, bitch. Are you done sneezing yet? This couch isn’t as comfy as your thighs-”

“Ugh, shut up, you are so weird,” Dabi interjects in fond disgust. 

“Oh my god, what if you’re allergic to my apartment being clean? Then I never have to clean ever again, hah!”

Dabi gives him a look. “You say that as a joke, but honestly, you migh-might be right…hh.. hehH’KXNTtsh’uh!”

Dabi’s expression falls midway through his sentence, brows drawing together and eyes narrowing as he gives into another sneeze, hastily half-stifled against the back of his hand.

“Seriously,” Hawks deadpans, eyebrows raised. That’s new, he thinks.

“Well, unless you’ve suddenly acquired a pet cat - which I doubt - then yeah, seriously,” says the villain flatly, though with a note of congestion starting to creep into his voice. “Last I checked, your place didn’t reek of fuckin’ –all of spring and then some.” 

Hawks suddenly remembers the air freshener he’d used–the only one he had, some floral one found right at the back of a cupboard, unused for entirely too long. He hadn’t had a clue what clean apartments were supposed to smell of, so he’d sort of just… went ham with it. Definitely a mistake.

“Don’t slander my choice in scents,” he teases, “Are you sure it’s… that?”

“Nothing else changed ‘round here, has it?” Dabi pauses to give his nose a brief rub. “I’m here practically every week and I’ve been fine, so, you tell me.”

Hawks will never not poke the bear when he’s got the opportunity, so he says, “So this does mean I never have to clean the place ever again, right?”

Dabi’s mouth falls open as he feigns offence. He says, dramatically, “Wow. That’s all you have to say? When I could literally die right now in front of you? I’m.. hah- I’m-”

Hawks snickers. “Bless you,” he sing-songs prematurely, utterly pleased with himself. It’s almost cute, the attempted glare Dabi gives him through his glazed over expression. Nobody can look menacing in the slightest when they’re trying not to sneeze (and that’s a fact!).

“Sh-shut uhhhp..” replies Dabi, his voice quavering. He lifts a hand slowly, bringing it to hover weakly before his face. His breathing is unsteady and his eyes half-lidded, and the crease between his dark brows deepens.

“Okay, point proven, idiot,” Hawks says with a laugh, “Just sneeze, this is torture even for me.”

The hazy glare returns, and Hawks clocks it. 

“Oh!” he laughs, giving Dabi a slightly bewildered smile. “Oh my god, I jinxed it. You deserve that ‘cause you’re mean to me.”

“I hahh-hate you-” Dabi responds breathily. He rubs at the side of his nose with two knuckles, pressing decently harder than is probably necessary. The bridge crinkles in irritation when the rubbing clearly has no effect. “Jesus, it won’t go away.”

“Mm, what a shame.”

There goes a third bleary glare from the villain. “I’d like to remind you wh-whose fault thhihhs.. was in the first place,” he says. Any malice intended to be behind his utterance is immediately negated by his breath catching and wavering through the words. Though, at a point, Hawks begins to feel a little… voyeuristic just watching Dabi struggle. Sure, he’s his boyfriend and all, and yeah, he’s definitely seen worse, but it’s easy to tell Dabi’s getting a little self-conscious about this… spectacle. He’s never been a fan of having things out of his control, especially not displays of vulnerability like this, and Hawks knows this, so why prolong it?

“Well, I guess there’s only one thing for it,” he says, taking matters into his own hands. 

“Fuck off- what–” Dabi gets out, as Hawks takes his face between his hands and begins to press kisses softly down the bridge of his nose. Hawks doesn’t let him twist away from it, trying not to laugh to himself about how dumb this probably looks. At least one of them is having fun. He considers pulling away with a “Gonna sneeze yet?”, but refrains - he’d probably end up on fire. He does, however, pause for a moment when he reaches Dabi’s trio of silver nose studs, hovering. There’ve been feathery, wavering breaths coming from his boyfriend consistently but, nothing has come to fruition, so Hawks decides–those piercings have always been sensitive, a fact he’d discovered about Dabi rather early on (and maybe, possibly sometimes used to be a menace). He plants a final, delicate kiss right upon where the three studs lie, and finally lets Dabi pull away.

“Oh, oh, fuck– s-screw you–hh’ehH’IIDTSSHh’uh! ‘kXXTS’SHhue! …Christ, you’re such an ass.” The pair of sneezes that result are harsh to say the very least. And even after all that, he still tries stifling the second– unsurprising, but at that point is it even worth it?

 “Sorry! I had to!” Hawks says, really trying to look like he isn’t laughing. It doesn’t work.

“You absolutely did not have to,” corrects Dabi. 

“Okaaay, okay, sorry. It was funny though.”

“Yeah, for you, maybe,” Dabi mutters, shaking his head, “Oh, fuck’s sake, hold on–”

“I’ll wait till you’re done to say bless you, this time,” says Hawks with a fond snicker. 

“Good plah-an–! hhuh’hHDSHH’SHuh! …Ugh, fuck.”

“Bless,” Hawks replies. He averts his eyes, a little sheepishly. Dabi pulls a face.

He asks, “What the fuck’s with the guilty face?” to which Hawks throws his head back with a groan and slides his hands across his face.

“I just wanted to do something nice,” he says, “You know, clean the place up a bit. Since it’s always kind of a massive mess.”

“Jesus, Kei, I don’t care about that,” says Dabi, breathing a laugh. “It’s you I’m here for, not your fuckin’ apartment. I can kiss you whether or not there’s crap on every surface.”

Hawks isn’t used to Dabi outright saying nice things, so his cheeks flush slightly hearing this. He’s unsure what to say. Thankfully, Dabi speaks again.

“Okay. Where didn’t you spray that shit?”

Hawks scoffs. “I sort of went crazy with it, uh… my bedroom? If that works?”

“Very forward,” Dabi replies, raising his eyebrows. “Almost like you wanted me in there.”

Hawks jabs him in the ribs but still smirks. “Yeah, maybe I did.”

#this is also pretty dialogue heavy cause i like doing dialogue but sometimes i do too much. er #its fine though right #also sorry h/awks nation im feeding you next i promise!! #ive just been wanting to get this fic done for ages and i wanted to focus on it yk #but i have a decent sized h/awks wip atm and also a couple other ideas that i really wanna write for him so!!! #fear not #anyway tag time boooooring #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #sneeze kink #snzfic #sneezefic #m/ha #d/abihawks #d/abi #OMG ALSO. SORRY IF ITS CRINGE #like the kissing part. its so embarrassing but i just dont Know how to write stuff like that. but i stepped out of my comfort zone for this #so sorry if its crap #in that department

[nhasablogg]

Better than Shakespeare

Fandom: If We Were Villains

Characters: Oliver, James

Summary: James crawls into Oliver's bed when he can't sleep.

A/N: My first IWWV fic! I love this book. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send prompts!

Words: 664

James would get into Oliver’s bed sometimes. As a whirlwind of snowflakes outside the window would leave the lake glistening in the early morning light, Oliver could hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps over the wooden floor, the boards creaking just before James shifted his weight from them to the mattress. Oliver would sometimes play around with the idea of not scooting over, leaving James to make the decision for them both. But he always scooted over, even when he kept his eyes closed, not certain if he was pretending to be sleeping or not, or if James wanted him to or not.

“You awake?”

Oliver hummed, eyes remaining shut although he could feel James moving next to him. “Sorta.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Is that why you do this?”

Oliver didn’t specify, but James understood. Maybe, had it been daylight, he would see the rare blush dust over his friend’s cheeks, but whatever James thought of his question his only answer consisted of pressing his forehead to Oliver’s shoulder without a word but the sound of him groaning, the sound almost nonexistent.

“I’m so tired,” he said a moment later, when neither of them had spoken. “But I can’t get myself to relax.”

“Want me to tickle your back?”

“Yes. Please.”

Oliver finally opened his eyes, not that it mattered much, and they both shifted around so that he could reach James’ back easily, fingertips ghosting over his spine. They didn’t do this often - maybe James was too embarrassed to ask for it too frequently, and Oliver too afraid of how much he wanted him to ask - but they’d done it enough times that Oliver knew exactly what to do. What spots made him shiver. What spot was too ticklish. What spot would have him fall asleep within minutes and what spot would force him to remain awake due to how good it felt. Oliver felt selfish that night. Oliver didn’t want him to fall asleep.

“Higher.”

“Oh, he has demands.” But he did as he was told, grinning when James laughed sheepishly. He trailed over the nape of his neck, swiping over the spot he knew to be extra sensitive just to feel him squirm and pretend as if nothing had happened. If he would do it enough times James would ask him to switch spots without explaining why, as if Oliver had no clue. It was endearing.

“Have you thought about the auditions?”

“Please. No talk of school. Not right now.” Oliver didn’t miss the anxiety in James’ voice and so he slipped his hand into his hair to try to scratch it away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m just stressed.”

“You have no reason to be,” Oliver didn’t tell him, knowing it wouldn’t have helped. Instead he kept petting him, going from place to place in an order that made sense to only him, leaving James melting under his touch. His eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could see him now, sprawled out beside him on his stomach with his head turned in his direction, eyes blinking as if fighting off sleep. Meeting Oliver’s, looking away.

“Hey.” A tap to his cheek. “Are you more relaxed now?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

James sighed, eyes slipping shut. “You’re the best damn thing about this school, Oliver.”

He felt as if he would choke on his next breath. “Even better than Shakespeare?”

“Much better than Shakespeare.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Mm, you should be.” James wasn’t opening his eyes again, his voice low, breathing slowing down. Oliver wondered how he would react if he quickly scribbled over the spot on his back ribs that always made him jump now that he had his guard down, but ultimately decided not to be an asshole when James trusted him so.

He did it the next morning instead, when James wasn’t letting him get out of bed to use the restroom, earning an indignant groan and a giggle he would think about for the rest of the day.

#tickling #ticklish!james #if we were villains #iwwv #oliver x james #tickle fic #n writes #better than shakespeare

[livingdreams97]

Kendall Jenner- "Yes". (Part 2)

Kendall Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: A funny Never Have I Ever turns out to be a prediction for the future of the two year relationship between Kendall and her girlfriend.

Words: 3190

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Kendall's POV

Today the family was going to Paris for a short vacation and for the first time in a long time I can go from the first day and Y/n can come too. Best of all, our anniversary will be tomorrow and I've always wanted to be with my special someone in Paris. What better place to spend your second anniversary than in Paris, the most romantic place in the world and I couldn't be more excited.

Right now I am at the front door of our house; since she moved into my house shortly after the video with Hailey and I was more than delighted. But now I'm waiting for her to come down from the room, so we can leave and get to the airport on time.

Kendall: Let's go love or we'll be late for the airport.- I shout from the front door of our house.

Y/n: I'm going! - she shouts from the floor above and in less than five minutes I see her coming down the stairs with her suitcase and black leather backpack.

I look at her clothes and I can't help but smile and bite my lip, she's wearing black Adidas leggings that accentuate her perfect butt, a red sweatshirt that I usually steal from her and white Nike air force. In addition to the fact that she has her perfect blonde hair straight and loose; which is how I like it the most.

Kendall: Move that beautiful ass, I don't want to hear my mother complain about being late and scolding us.- I tell her, watching her roll her eyes. -Not like that, miss.- I tell her, pointing at her with my index finger.

Y/n: You look like an old woman talking to me like that.- she laughs, stopping in front of me . -And you're only a year older than me.- she claimed, leaving a soft kiss on my lips.

Kendall: I don't sound like an old woman.- I defend myself by hitting her arm. -Now move your ass, we'll be late.- I tell her, giving her a spanking on the ass.

Y/n: Whatever you say old woman.- she laughs leaving the house and dragging her suitcase towards the car that has come to pick us up.

Kendall: I'm going to end up hitting you.- I tell her walking behind her with my suitcase, turning on the alarm and closing the door with the keys.

Y/n: You really want to fight a woman from Ohio, who is the youngest of four children; all boys and fighting over cookies or the bathroom?- she asks me crossing her arms and defiantly.

Kendall: Get in now.- I tell her pointing to the car without answering her question.

Y/n: That's what I thought.- she says in an amusing way, while the driver puts our suitcases in the trunk and gets into the car; letting me better appreciate her butt.

Kendall: I love how those leggings look on you.- I whispered in her ear after settling next to her, after biting her ear and sighing on the spot.

Y/n: Kendall.- she murmurs in the form of a warning and I bite her ear again, placing my hand on her thigh leaving a squeeze.

Kendall: What?- I ask innocently, sighing in her ear again, knowing that it always turns her on. -I'm not doing anything.- I say again hiding my face in her neck.

Y/n: Keep going like this and you'll be left without sex for a month.- she tells me seriously and I stop trying to excite her.

Kendall: You're very pretty.- I tell her with an innocent smile.

Y/n: You also look very pretty, love.- he responds giving me a soft kiss on the lips. -And that's my sweatshirt.- she murmurs against my lips.

Kendall: Oops.- I murmured, kissing her again so that she would forget that I stole her sweatshirt.

Y/n: I don't forget that you stole my sweatshirt.- she comments, separating herself from the kiss a few millimeters. -But I admit that it suits you better than me.- she flatters me with a small smile.

The truth is that I am dressed very simply for the trip, I am wearing a green sweatshirt without her hood, along with simple black leggings, original Adidas shoes and my hair tied up in a bun.

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The trip to Paris had been long, we had to go on the plane with my mother, Corey , Kim and their children; who cannot sit quietly for more than half an hour. At least I had my perfect girlfriend, with whom I could snuggle in the armchairs and who is in charge of entertaining the children for a while.

Once at the hotel we took a quick shower and got dressed, ready to go around Paris with the rest of the family. The plan was to take a walk around the site to see everything, have dinner somewhere together, and then return to the hotel. Because tomorrow is my anniversary, in the morning the family wants to go to the Champs Elysees and after eating they will let us go.

Y/n says that she already has everything planned for our afternoon alone, she doesn't want to tell me anything; besides that she wants me to dress casually. After a quick shower; I dress in a white strappy top, paired with red jean shorts with a matching jean jacket and low top black Martins.

I make up in a simple way since with the mask it is not very noticeable and it stains. While I talk to my sisters by messages to ask them how long it will take, since I was already ready and I knew that Y/n was going to be ready in less than 5 minutes.

You POV

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror making sure my hair is straight and my clothes match. I had decided to wear a long-sleeved black top; that leaves the shoulders visible, along with khaki cargo pants and tall black platform boots.

I take a Chanel bag with gold straps and a black leather jacket in case it's cold to finish my look.

Y/n: I'm ready, shall we go?- I ask coming out of the bathroom and seeing my girlfriend sitting on the bed with the phone.

Kendall: My sisters aren't ready yet.- She answers me with a very tender pout.

Y/n: And if we go down to the hotel bar and have a drink while we wait?- I ask with an excited smile.

Kendall: You know me well.- she says jumping out of bed and grabbing the bag along with me. -I think that's why we're such a good couple.- she comments, leaving the room with me.

Y/n: Because we think alike?- I ask confused walking with our hands intertwined.

Kendall: Because you like to drink as much as I do.- she answers with a happy smile and I can only laugh at his comment.

Y/n: We are alcoholics, you know that , right?- I ask amused, leaving a kiss on the top of her head since I am a few centimeters taller than her.

Kendall: At least we are together.- she says amused, snuggling into my side inside the elevator.

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Right now we walk through the illuminated park in front of the Eiffel tower, we walk towards the restaurant that is in the middle of the tower and I have a reservation.

I had decided to wear a white blazer, along with a nude strappy shirt, with white skintight pants and black heels along with a black bag.

Kendall had decided to wear a white top revealing her abs, white elephant leg pants, with a beige jacket and black ankle boots.

Y/n: By the way, you look amazing.- I say pulling our joined hands, to bring her closer to my body.

Kendall: I'm not wearing anything special.- she says resting her head on my shoulder. -Although you don't stay behind.- she whispers passing her hand to my butt leaving a small squeeze.

Y/n: Calm the hormones love.- I say removing her hand from my butt and grabbing it to avoid more groping.

Kendall: You won't let me touch you.- she says with a pout, looking at me badly and crossing her arms. -Why don't you let me touch that perfect butt of yours?- she asks standing in front of me and hugging my neck.

Y/n: Because we are in public and we have a reservation for dinner.- I tell her amused, hugging her around the waist without stopping walking.

Kendall: If you don't give me affection at night, you sleep in the bathtub.- she warns me with half-closed eyes.

Y/n: You're unbelievable.- I say amused, shaking my head.

Kendall: And that's how you love me.- she says confidently with a huge smile on her face and bright eyes full of emotion.

Y/n: Yes, I do.- I answer with a lovesick smile seeing her perfect face full of happiness and kissing her. -Now let's go to dinner because I'm starving.- I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground.

During dinner, Kendall kept making risky comments, while I laughed at them and we also shared anecdotes about the things we've done. After almost two hours of eating, drinking and having a good time; I get a text from Khloe letting me know they're downstairs ready to go up.

Y/n: Let's see the views.- I say leaving a few hundred on the table and getting up from my chair.

Kendall: Can I take the cup?- she asks me getting up from her seat with the glass of wine in her hand and I look at her strangely.

Y/n: Of course not.- I answer amused. -If you want we'll go to a bar to drink later.- I tell her laughing at how she drinks everything that's left in her glass.

It takes us 5 minutes to get to the top, as soon as we get there I text Klo to come up, but to be quiet and we walk to the edge with views towards the Field of Mars. I take a deep breath trying to relax and reorganize my thoughts.

Y/n: Did you like dinner?- I ask next to her looking at her profile while she looks towards the field.

Kendall: The truth is that everything was delicious.- she answers turning towards me . -I don't know how did you come up with the idea of the restaurant, but I admit that it has been one of our best and most romantic dates that we have ever had.- she explains with a smile, hugging me around the neck and I quickly hug her around the waist.

Y/n: I'm glad you liked the date so much.- I tell her with a smile, glad that she's liking the date. -A-And believe me, you'll like it more now.- I say, kissing her softly.

Kendall: And why is that?- she asks me completely curious.

Y/n: I want to start by saying that every day when I wake up you are the first thing I want to see next to me in bed, just like I want you to be the last person I see every night when I go to bed.- I start feeling the palms of my hands sweat against her jacket. -The happiest moment of my day is when I am with you, because that is the moment in which all problems disappear and everything becomes peace. Being in your arms gives me that security that I need to face adversity and stay upright in the fight to make all my dreams possible.- I say seeing how her eyes begin to get wet. - For a long time I asked myself what love is, and after this time by your side I have finally found the answer: love is what I feel every time I look at you, that I feel you and that I think of you.- I continue with the speech taking a deep breath and catching the scent of her perfume; instantly relaxing. -They say that something like what we have only feels once in a lifetime. They say that when true love arrives, it is known. And in this time I have confirmed my suspicions: I adore you inevitably and I am going to fight for it.- I continued saying, seeing the first tear fall . -You are my ninja, my favorite supermodel, the best horse rider I know, the car lover who collects beautiful cars and the cutest person in the entire world.- I commented, wiping away the tear that slipped down her cheek and pulling away with her the bag box. - You are the best thing that has happened to me in life, you are the one with whom I want to start a family and have an absurd happy ending like the one in the movies. The truth is that I cannot and I do not want to imagine life without you by my side. So, Kendall Nicole Jenner, will you marry me? - I ask, getting down on one knee and opening the box with the ring inside.

Kendall: Oh my god YES!- she screams crying excited jumping on me and throwing me to the ground.

Kylie: That's my sister bitches! - yells from a few meters with the phone focused on us.

Kris: There's a wedding to plan! - she screams crying too and clapping excitedly.

Kendall: You don't know how much I love you.- she whispers with her eyes full of tears and staring into my eyes and then kissing me deeply.

Khloe: Hey separate you two and let's go drink.-she screams excited.

Y/n: I'm in for that.- I say once my now fiancée stops kissing me.

Kim: Party!! - she yells, jumping against Klo and climbing on her back.

Kendall: I'm getting married!- she gets up from me and jumps on his sisters while Scott helps me get up from the ground.

Y/n: Love, do you want the ring or should I give it to someone else?- I ask my fiancée amused, seeing how she opens her eyes in surprise and takes the ring, quickly putting it on her finger.

Kendall: It's precious love.- she says looking at the ring on his finger.

Y/n: You can't cry saying that no one has proposed to you anymore.- I comment amused, making everyone present laugh and she kills me with her eyes.

Kendall: Just because I adore you with everything I have, I'm going to pass it on to you.- she says pointing his finger at me. -Now to drink because I'm going to get married! - she screams excitedly again and then kisses me passionately.

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I turn in bed annoyed by the annoying and repetitive noise somewhere in the room. I growl in annoyance because the noise makes my hangover worse and my head hurt more. Blindly I move my hand in search of the noise, when I touch the mobile discovering that it is where the noise comes from, I bring it closer to my ear answering.

Call ???

- Yes? - I ask without even knowing who is calling me.

- How dare you !! - yells making me growl and separate the phone from my ear looking at the name.

- What do you want, Palvin? - I ask with a hoarse voice, closing my eyes again because of the headache.

- How dare you ask Kenny to marry you and not tell me, your best friend and on top of that I find out on insta!- she yells angrily and I just sigh.

- I'm sorry Barbi, I didn't mean for you to find out on insta.- I say moving around in bed trying to find my girlfriend's naked body. -You were going to be the first one I was going to call, but now I have a hangover and you just woke me up.- I comment growling when I can't find my fiancée's body.

- How could you? I helped you with the idea and the ring.- she says with a sad voice. -You had to tell me as soon as she gave you an answer.- she complained with the voice of a little girl.

- And now you will help me prepare the honeymoon, because you are my best friend and you adore me. - I say hiding my face in the pillow.

- Just because I'll be your bridesmaid, I'll help you. – she tells me seriously. -I'll let you continue sleeping so you can get over your hangover, but I hope that as soon as you come back and look at your idiot fiancee's Instagram.- she says before hanging up.

end call

Frowning in confusion , I open my eyes trying to get used to the daylight and the screen. I enter to insta founding my fiancee last post.

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I laugh in denial when I see some of the comments, both from the family and from the fans and the crazy things they write.

Kendall: What are you doing up?- she asks and I turn my head in search of the source of her voice.

Y/n: It turns out that someone has uploaded a photo to Instagram, so my best friend has called me screaming and that's not good for a hangover.- I answer narrowing my eyes.

Kendall: Oops.- she says with an innocent smile and that's when I notice that she's only wearing a robe and her hair is messy.

Y/n: Why don't you go back to bed.- I say with a smile biting my lip.

Kendall: I like the idea.- she says and jumps on me and we both laugh amused. -I think I'm still drunk.- she whispers, getting into bed with me.

Y/n: I'm dead.- I say leaving a loving kiss on her forehead. -Now this out.- I say untying the belt of her robe to take it off and earning a laugh from her.

Kendall: I like where this is going.- she says biting his lip and helping me take off her robe.

Y/n: Shall we repeat tonight?- I ask hoarsely in a whisper against her lips.

Kendall: More like the whole early morning thing.- she growls against my lips and then kisses me hungrily and I quickly place myself on top of her.

Y/n: I love you.- I whisper in the kiss caressing her side and her thigh.

Kendall: I love you too.- she answers, pulling the hairs on the back of my neck. -But now I want you to prove it to me.- she says playfully, moaning when I suck on her neck.

THE END

#kendall jenner #kendall #kendall jenner x reader #jenner #fem oc #the kardashians #love #oc character #fanfic #hailey bieber #kim kardashian #khloe kardashian #kylie jenner #kris jenner

[altrodent]

Wardrobe Malfunction

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Genre/warnings: minor cursing, cheesy writing, suggestive 👀 (nothing too explicit), slight nudity

Summary: When Stark builds you a new suit, your “friend” has to try and help you into it 🤭

I’m sitting on the couch with Loki watching some shows, and acclimating him with some basic human entertainment “I just don’t understand, why does Steve still have feelings for Nancy even after she said their relationship was ‘bullshit’?” I slump into the couch “look, I can answer a lot of questions, but not that one… most human men are just odd.” He chuckles, “is that so?” I nod, “yeah..” a knock hits my door.

I open it to see Stark in his casual attire “I finished the suit, you can thank me later but try it on. If it doesn’t fit, blame Nat, Kay?” I nod, he winks and looks past me “Remember, we live in the same building, and the walls are thin.” I slap his arm “You’re disgusting, go, shoo” he laughs evilly as he walks away. I close the door and as I turn around Loki’s still sitting there but he looks very intrigued as to what’s in the box. “What’s that?” He asks, I sit down next to him “my new suit, hopefully this one won’t leave me on the balance of life and death”

he smiles “well your last ‘suit’ was just simple clothes and some weaponry. And besides, I’ll be there to protect you” I roll my eyes “yeah, over my dead body. I can protect myself” he chuckles “whatever you say, darling. Go see if it fits” a rose tint rises on my face, I always get a bit flustered at his cute nicknames, but I head to the changing divider in my room. I take the suit out of the box, it looks perfect.

My favorite color seemed into the details, armor in the right places, and I think it will actually look quite flattering on me. I step into the suit and I immediately remember why I wore such plain clothes before, this shit is tight. I step in and I got it past my calves, which was hard enough, but this becomes increasingly difficult trying to fit the rest on. “You okay in there?”I hear Loki ask from the other room “uh… yeah.” I say not so confidently, “Need help?”

I stay silent. I need help, but I’m way too embarrassed to ask for it, especially since I’m just in my undergarments. “Last chance for assistance…” he says with a sly tone, he always gets me like this, he says something in certain way that makes it seem like he doesn’t want to but he kinda does and I don’t know, maybe it just so happens to work. “Fine… just, try not to look.”

He enters my room “Not to look at wh-“ he moves past the divider and sees me standing here, with my body basically on full display, I look away as my face flushes with embarrassment “oh, I see. I don’t mind, just wasn’t expecting.. that” he grins at me, I scoff and keep my gaze avoided “Now come on” he ushers me to the bed so it’ll be easier for him to slide the suit on, and immediately, the slight touch of his hands freely moving the fabric up my leg has me wondering ‘This isn’t how normal ‘friends’ feel about the other, is it?’ But maybe I’m just losing my mind.

Eventually he sits up and gently moves me to slide the suit over my thighs, this is when I realize how deep into thought he is while he’s going this. What is he thinking about? He gets the suit past my waist, and his hands stop at my hips. He looks me in the eyes “You’re shaking.. why is that?” I sense a hint of mischief in his tone.

He leans over to whisper in my ear “I know what you’re thinking… I’d be a liar to say I’m not as well.” He hums as his hands begin to travel up my torso, and gradually make their way down my arms. “Now that I’ve got you, just where I wanted you, I feel as if it’s only appropriate that you understand just how I feel.” He moves away, and looks me in the eyes as he pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face “…Loki?” He taps a finger against his lips, a lustrous glow gleaming in his delicate green eyes.

He leans in, and it’s almost as if there is some sort of force between us that pulls us together, his lips cradling mine. My legs go weak and a hum ringing in my chest, a mixture of shock, fluster, and comfort all at the same time. While I’m under his spell, I barely feel his worn hands that wander my torso and arms.

He eventually pulls away, and looks at me with his mischievous grin “Like a glove…” I toss him a confused look, and he looks at my chest. I look down and find that he, while kissing me, managed to get me into the rest of the suit without noticing. “It looks very nice on you, darling.” I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He grabs my chin as he steps back onto his feet, and leans in close to my face once more “And so does that shade of red” he looks at my cheeks, which have felt inflamed for what seems like an eternity. He smiles as he walks out. “You mortals, so easily seduced.” I throw a nearby shoe at him and he laughs at me. I hate him.

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(A/N): Sorry if this is bad, I’m just doing a bit of experimenting with my writing and I’ve just been trying to put out a bunch of stuff since I’ve been on a bit of a writing kick. But I love you guys, my stories are getting more love than I thought 🥲💕

Word count: 956

#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki x you #loki fanfic #loki (marvel) #marvel #marvel fic #x reader #x you

[ethicallysourcedtink]

ʻNO WOMAN SHOULD BE MADE TO FEAR THAT SHE WAS NOT ENOUGH.ʼ ↪ dialogue from the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon. ⁽ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁰¹/??⁾ change pronouns/gendered terms as needed.

you know how i loathe the summer here.

i would break my fast. good morrow.

you're plainly a fool, and i have no interest in befriending fools.

you can be very wise, my friend.

as you decree, your majesty.

you look radiant.

there are shadows under your eyes.

my soul is touched.

come forth and face your enemy of old, or watch your city burn.

you have been forced to join me in my exile, and i've been poor company.

if i should hear of any whispers, i will bring them to your door.

i have no love for your queen. in fact, i roundly despise her.

you presume too much. far too much.

i am not yet recovered enough from seeing a corpse by my bed to discuss its use for childing.

i know we planned to go together, and perhaps you will hate me for the rest of our lives, but it is better this way.

you took him somewhere safe. what happens now is up to him.

trust me. you can do nothing here but die.

i strongly dislike visitors at this hour. or any hour.

you show an innocent face to the court, but i believe you have another one.

all the world is a cage in a young girl's eyes.

sleep has eluded me of late.

what do you think of his eyes?

they will hail us as legends one day.

you stand on equal ground with whatever i am.

now i know your secret, and it reeks far worse than mine.

i see what's in your heart. it's the same as what's in mine. ambition.

i have no interest in why you are here.

you seem devout. i suggest you pray.

you dare judge me for seeking help elsewhere?

her pride would never allow her to ask for aid.

did the bells wake you?

i shall not speak another word.

do you have any notion of what they do to outsiders here?

she may be sick in love, as young maids often are.

i don't think i'm at all well, you know.

you are a witch. you practice sorcery. i saw it.

you know why this is happening. everyone tried to warn you.

here. i will give you the rest if you behave.

you don't really believe in talk of alchemy and sorcery.

only a soulless husk could hate poetry.

i've always rather fancied an adventure.

all stories grow from a seed of truth. they are knowledge after figuration.

you have a quick tongue as well as light feet.

not all dreams should be pursued, especially not dreams conceived on the featherbed of love.

he must have escaped while the sentinels were distracted.

how does his royal highness mean to forge such an alliance?

i have had precious little entertainment in this place.

i come to give you warning.

better a mouse than some louder beast.

this is not courteous speech. who are you?

i am no green child to believe what i am told without proof.

i do not fear you. your threats have as much weight as smoke.

they say he was in love with her.

my word, but you are a lucky wretch.

fear will make you fight.

this may be too bold, but you seem not to be in high spirits today.

i have no desire to condemn him to death.

do you think me a halfwit?

oh, do shut up.

this mission may not seem survivable, but you never know. we may return from it as princes of the world.

we must do to our enemies what they would do to us.

fire has no power over me.

something is afoot.

you had better start praying for salvation.

i possess sufficient wit to dress myself.

spare me from baseless gossip.

flattered as i am, i seem to remember you are already wed.

stop involving yourself in matters that could undo you.

it will be a pleasure to fight against a warrior of your skill.

i have an interest in survival. i recommend you nurture one, too.

you have been a loyal servant at court.

i would sooner plunge my sword into my own heart than see thy blood water the earth.

i hope all goes as you desire.

i am unworthy of her love, but love her i do. it hurts my soul.

may i ask your name, since i have you to thank for sheltering me?

pray continue.

if her majesty was displeased, i am sorry for it.

remember, no matter how far you travel, i will always be your friend.

he is comely enough.

i doubt he liked her overmuch.

a risk is needful if we are to know the truth.

no duty comes above our service to the crown.

your plot is heresy.

i beseech you, do not expose our transgression.

he should speak to you with more respect.

you know a secret of mine. we are bound by a vow of silence.

wherever i am, i am with you.

you're not in love, then.

i pray she understands. that she forgives me.

this is a mission of the utmost importance.

i will not hear of him.

i took the same oath.

we ought to speak about our… situation.

how are you always so wise?

i know you are mocking me, sir.

please don't tell anyone, or i shall be ruined.

i meant no such insult.

apologies. a poor choice of words.

as i said, i have no interest in your mission.

i confess my mind has been elsewhere.

i have been too forgiving.

she is someone for whom i would die a thousand times, whose name i cannot tell. someone who is the light in my life, the breath in my breast.

what an honour it is to be received once more at your court.

i will always keep you safe.

we have tarried here for long enough.

let us pray that, someday, she weds someone with a backbone.

i shall not involve you any further.

that is the problem with stories. the truth in them cannot be weighed.

i see through your mask. i see what's in your heart.

your pardon, my lady. it was a jest.

i thought i heard you talking. have we met?

#memo to self: chapter 10 #sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp meme #sentence starters #rp prompts #sentence prompts #long post

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

You know what I’m really glad that you’re a Daemon hoe. It’s a real blessing for me, a fellow Daemon hoe, to have someone as talented as you to write about him because it’s so difficult to find well-written long-form Daemon x Reader fics. It’s full of Daemyra, Aemond, Aegon etc. like don’t get me wrong I have nothing against them but it’s not my cup of tea you know. I find it comforting that I can always go back and read your works and satiate my thirst for Daemon lmao. Seriously, you’re insanely brilliant. Your terms of endearment series is one of the best fics I’ve read. Every time I read your fic updates, I’m always like “Oh wow, imagine being this talented.” It shines through in your work the effort you’ve put in and I’m in awe and appreciative of it. I’M ON MY KNEES LIKE THIS 🧎🏻‍♀️ THANKING YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO DAEMON NATION 🫡

NOOOOO THIS MADE ME FEEL HOT AND A LITTLE WEEPY LIKE I WAS GOING THROUGH EARLY MENOPAUSE OR SOMETHING i don't even know the symptoms of menopause lol

It's definitely something I've noticed fandom-wise; I will never begrudge anyone their preferences, of course, but there is so SO much Aemond/Aegon/Jace x OC/Reader content and just dribbles of Daemon by comparison. The more I've noticed it, the more it's forced me quite firmly into the Daemon camp, you know? I'm defensive over my meow-meow, haha! As far as I'm concerned, he hits all my prereqs for obsession: charismatic, powerful, amoralistic, depraved (sexually and otherwise), older, shiny hair. I like Aemond just fine, but he's too widdle for me. Too baby. Give him a decade or two and I'd tap that. Aegon? He makes me uncomfy. Jace? I'm sorry, he's a dork, lol. I mean, I wouldn't say no to them - they're pretty, pretty bois - but Daemon could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me and I'd let him.

I'm so touched that you enjoy my work. I've put in a lot of time and thought to make it as immersive as I can - I don't know why, but I did. Just thought DaddyDom Daemon might be disappointed in me if I did anything less, lol. I've mentioned it from time to time, but I do quite literally spend hours and hours researching for this fic (and not just pornographic stuff, of which there has been plenty and DEFINITELY attracted some sort of government monitoring I'm sure): from geography, culture, historicity, herbalism/medical practice, cross-referencing with GRRM's work, translating the High Valyrian myself, identifying word origins (so I can be sure I'm not using too modern a term to express an idea), reviewing scripts and scenes, pregnancy and birthing stuff, etc. If I put my writing out, I want to be confident that I've done so with at least a partial awareness of the subject matter. I'm truthfully very, very proud of this series, and even if I move on to other fandoms in future I'll always be able to look back at this with the knowledge that I did my best.

Thank you so, so much for your kind and COMPLETELY beyond flattering words. I'm honoured. I'm going to continue to do my part for the Daemon stannies for as long as y'all will let me scream into this void, haha! You've made my day with this ask, nonnie!

#fanfiction comments

[r3dships]

♈️ ♑️ for spot!! and ♌️ ♋️ for noir :3

you can just choose one of the two!!

HIIII LUCY !! I'm gonna do both because I Want To

The Spot ♈️- Is your F/O quick to anger? Do they have anger issues? If so, how do they cope/how do you help them? Before the accident, Johnathan was a pretty laid-back guy. If someone made fun of him, he'd just kind of brush it off and be a bit miffed for a few minutes until he eventually forgot about it. After the accident, though, I notice he's a lot more high-strung. He's more emotional, which means he struggles with controlling his anger sometimes. If I notice him getting frustrated about something or someone, I'll try my best to de-escalate the situation. Sometimes that means removing him from whatever's bothering him, and other times that means trying to distract him with cute cat videos. The cat videos always work.

♑️- What is your F/O’s sense of humor like? Do they even have one? Johnathan's always had a sense of humor, mostly consisting of sarcasm. "Oh, yeah, that's fine! Totally fine," he'd say after being told to do some boring medial task by Olivia. Then he'd promptly roll his eyes after turning away. He's never been a fan of self-deprecating jokes, though. He always tells me to stop if I say something negative about myself, even if it's a joke. Now that I say it, he kind of forces me into having better habits. Since he became The Spot, he hasn't lost his sense of humor, thankfully. Even the stupidest jokes can get him cracking up. Especially the stupid jokes.

Spider-Man Noir ♋️- What is your F/O like when they cry? What do you when it happens, if anything? Pete rarely, if ever, cries. It upsets me if I think about it too much because I know he represses a lot of his feelings. I always tell him it's okay to cry if he needs to, but he usually just dismisses it. The rare times when he does shed a tear, he'll get real quiet and almost look angry if he has his mask off. To comfort him, most of the time I just hold his hand and squeeze it a bit. He grew up in a very 'crying = feminine' sort of time, so I understand his mindset.

♌️- Does your F/O enjoy the finer things in life or do they prefer to stay humbler? Any expensive things he owns came from his Uncle Ben, since he was a big spender. Pete isn't a person to frivolously spend money, especially given he's living in The Great Depression. The most he'll ever splurge on is something for me, even though I regularly tell him not to worry about getting anything for me. I have to admit that it's very flattering, though. One time, he got me a nice silver ring, and he only admitted after the fact that he didn't realize that it'd feel like an engagement ring. If I wear it at my job in my dimension, I regularly get asked by customers if I'm getting married soon. It always catches me off guard and turns my whole face red.

#i loved writing this heheheee #♡ my posts #♡ ask games #♡ asks #♡ mutual: lucy #🕳️🥯 the goodest boy #🕷️🔎 colourblind climber #🕳️🍊 masohnn #🔎🍊 masonoir

[wiihtigo]

you might have answered this already but how often do you use pose references while youre drawing? your art is always so dynamic and full of motion/tactility (cant think of better phrasing)

Thank you so much! TRUTHFULLY… NOT SUPER OFTEN…. I usually just wing it when I do posing 😭 I def think I should though I’d probably make less mistakes that way. I’ve considered learning how to use those 3d models in clip studio but ahhhhgh… I get stressed out at the smallest things…

I def do use refs though, usually I’ll just find what I can on google images but a lot of the times what I need is weirdly specific or hard to find by googling so I use the 97 year old old fashioned way of propping up my phone against something and taking a photo of myself doing it

I have a lot of weird pictures of myself because of that (i take a lot of hand reference pics but sometimes I need to do some balancing act bs and stick my phone at weird angles to get what I want)

Also I don’t just use references of real people! Sometimes I’m watching some animated show and I think the way they drew the character standing or jumping or whatever looks awesome so I hold that image in my mind and try to copy it. It’s fun! (I intentionally try to go off memory and not pausing and taking a screenshot to look at because I feel it forces me to draw it based on the bare essentials of what I saw.. or maybe……. I’m just crazy) (it can also be helpful to go back and look at the moment you drew and be like “fuuuck I missed THAT part” .. idk how to describe it. It feels like I’m exercising something. Like a memory game)

I’m super flattered you think my posings are so dynamic… usually I’m listening to music which fills my head with amvs and visions.. thank you again!

#asks #if you remember that pathetic little drawing I drew of Casey with her head in her knees crying sobbing that’s something I took a pic of #myself for

[borderline-gays-club]

2/29/24 9:20 pm

I’m in a place again where my self esteem is not really in great shape. And I’m in a place where I can/need to be honest with myself abt that. It’s where it can be a bit hard to look at myself in the mirror. Where I take photos of myself and it’s kinda hard to recognize that’s me. Or feel positive about my image. And I don’t like this feeling which is why I’m here writing.

There’s definitely a few factors at play; some are new some are old. I think one thing that’s been tough in general is what I am currently experiencing as a no identity self. By that I mean that I’m not stuck on an extreme feeling so my whole personality is not revolving around a feeling state. For example when I was hyper sexual and rage fueled that became my whole thing. Literally my other tumblr handle lol. Which I don’t really relate to anymore.

But the thing is, these were never really my personality anyway. Not in its core. They’re always fleeting, as emotions are fleeting. Which means my personality would just cling on to whatever is the most present. Just like how my personality wud also cling onto ppl in my life. And bc I’m not in any extreme emotional state I feel kinda lost. I feel vulnerable and bare. And trying to find something to hold onto. But it’s different than that horrid empty feeling. Bc I’m seeking out self in more positive ways and trying to be gentle and take my time with it. And really emphasize to myself that it’s ok to feel this lostness and that it’s important not to rush into a new “personality” for the sake of getting rid of this discomfort. I need to move slowly. I struggle with that so much.

Another thing that has not been great for my self esteem is my clothing. I’ve just been wearing ugly clothes that don’t really fit me that great for a while. And I haven’t really worn anything flattering in a while. So I don’t feel good in my clothes basically all the time. So I don’t feel good abt that. Also my hair needs to be cut lol. I don’t like how it looks rn so my hair is just always in a haphazard bun. And I don’t like that I always have to default to glasses rn bc I can’t afford contacts. I don’t like that all the jewelry I own just irritates my skin bc it’s cheap so I can’t accessorize. I don’t like not putting in effort in my appearance, but to be honest I just feel tired bc I’m broke and I can’t afford to look how I want anyway. It’s just a money problem. I’ll start to try when I can tho with what I have, bc it is taking a toll on my self image.

And lastly the way I’ve been exercising has not been great. I don’t enjoy going to the gym anymore. It’s boring and I just have fully concluded it’s just not for me. And it doesn’t help that I wud obsessively go to the gym when I was in the deep pits of ED so it doesn’t exactly have the best history. I thought it wouldn’t affect me but idk now. I thought going with a friend wud help, and I mean it has in terms of staying consistent. But it doesn’t make me like it. It still feels forced and I kinda just want it to b over. Which is not good. Cus that means I’m not really in my body while I’m doing it which is what I struggle with anyway.

When I did boxing when I was able to, it felt so different. It was the first time I was able to do an exercise consistently and consistently get more and more excited abt it. I actually felt very aware of my body and what I was doing with it. I felt very connected to my body which is a struggle for me. I’ll think more on this later, but I think the difference is that with boxing there’s feedback involved. As in there’s another person that needs to be involved to actually play the sport/game. There’s strategy involved and so many skills to master, and you pick which ones you want to master. I think it’s all these layers that kept me hooked and wanting to get better.

Anyway these are my current thoughts. I’m just in a place of deep frustration bc there’s so many things that I kno will help me, but I just can’t do it bc of money. In the meantime I’m just adapting to what I can do. But frustration has been a core feeling for a while.

#actually bpd #bgc #bpd #bpd thoughts #quiet borderline #actually borderline #bpd shit

[throwaway-yandere]

This is a highly controversial question that could probably get me canceled on this website so I need to be careful with how I word this but please, PLEASE, explain to me why you use they/them pronouns? Is it even rude to ask that?? A little bit of background so you can understand where I'm coming from PLS DON'T COME FOR MY NECK JUST YET BUT I live in Eastern Europe and everything is very conservative here, everything, people are still stuck in the 19th century when it comes to the LGBT community and whatnot. I never knew people used they/them pronouns until I first joined Tumblr back in 2017 and for YEARS I was just like "Ah, ok cool, I'll just call them that. I don't really know and understand why people pick these pronouns but I feel bad for not calling them something they don't like." There are always special snowflakes online that use the pronouns to gain some sort of attention (be it good or bad...) but there seems to be a genuine number of individuals that uses them for a reason, not just to gain petty internet attention or whatever. I trust you so that's why I'm asking you, I'm still a little in the dark when it comes to these things, I hope you see where I'm coming from 🥲

JDKAOWOQO OH NO ACTUALLY I FEEL LIKE MY ANSWER IS MORE CONTROVERSIAL HAHAHAH–

and huhu you're not rude at all!!! I totally get what you mean when you get this feeling that people are doing it for attention huhuhuhu

I feel so flattered that you trust me but I have a feeling I'm not the right person to ask this... um... I use they/them mostly because I just wanna set boundaries, that's all hahaha ;;---;;

"... that's probably the most boring answer you could give huh ansytea" yEAH WELL IT'S THE TRUTH AND I'M A BAD LIAR so yeah this is my honest to God reply

First: I don't want to explicitly give away too much of who I am in the internet like what's my real name, gender, country, etc. I feel like it's not safe at all considering this is a dark content blog huhu. The internet's pretty dang scary. Cuz doxxing and all that...

But I think I can understand where most people are coming from when they use they/them pronouns, they just don't feel like they belong in a certain standard of masculinity or femininity– or at least they feel like they exude both sides enough.

Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm nonbinary at all. All I know is that I'm ace and possibly aro. I have a name that's more common to the opposite gender than "what's in one's pants"– and I feel a strange disconnect with the gender that's given to me?

My reasonings are going to be very specific so it wouldn't really apply to everyone who uses they/them pronouns huhu:

I was raised knowing that my parents wanted me to be the opposite gender since I'm their second child haha. I always end up on the other gender's list when the teacher does a rollcall my whole life, and everytime I introduce myself it's always "Oh I thought you're a ____ because of your name!" and maybe I'm just a weakling but it kinda bugs me to the point that I go "... yeah I wish I was a ____ too."

I don't feel like a boy. I don't feel like a girl. I don't know where I belong between those two sexes and there just comes a point where you're tired of just trying to please whatever perception people have of you? Hahaha I am NOT making sense I am so sorry miss ana 😭

I'm from a very conservative country too so there are times I feel like I'm not feminine/masculine enough compared to people my age and (admittedly) I get a bit irritable/hurt whenever people force those standards on me lol. I just wanna live life without all those things, I guess. It's tiring hearing those aunties say you're not good enough and that you should look more aesthetically pleasing to get the attention of the other gender like auntie I'm asexual I don't wanna get hitched–

I'm honestly fine if people assume that I'm a boy/girl online and call me by other pronouns lololol, but will I ever actually admit what's my assigned gender? Probably not unless we're close my comrades and haha unfortunately I used to have a tendency to trust easily. I feel comfortable being called they/them, and that's just how it is lololol

Ajeioaoa ughhhh im so frustrated that my response probably isn't helpful because I can't explain it myself the only thing I can give you is my experiences ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽ yejakeiaosooaoa iM SO SORRY FOR LETTING YOU DOWN–

#ansytea-talks #sioaiaoa I don't think im the right person for this but this is my genuine reasoning!!! #DON'T WORRY ABOUT BEING CANCELED CAUSE IM THE ONE WHO'S GOING TO GET HUNTED DOWN BASED ON THIS REPLY

[sewermageboy]

Ok and second part of Tav!Companion:

Story Specific:

1, 2, 3, (lemme hear their wisdom)

11, 15 and 17 :3

In reference to this ask meme.

1. How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?

Hyacinth's own Dream Visitor looks like their father, which very quickly tips them off about the whole manipulation, make-you-trust-them tactics that the Dream Visitor has got going on. They'd understand why it's hard to resist, but would advise caution when interacting with them, to always stay aware that you're being manipulated.

2. How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

They think that Raphael is quite amusing, with his theatrics and pension for poetry. They'd critique the poems that he recites at the party ("They DO know how to write them in Cormyr, but honestly, the one he picked was hardly indicative of their literary prowess."), and apart from that, they'd probably leave the choice up to the PC, simply warning them that there's a reason why there are so many stories about people being tricked by devils.

3. How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

"I was wondering why Astarion always insists on taking his reverie after I've finished mine. I suppose he didn't want me noticing his nightly hunting trips. Either way, it's quite rude of him to wake you like that, the least he could do is ask nicely beforehand."

11. What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

"Now, I'm hardly someone to refuse the stage when it calls to me, but - A clown? Really?"

And if the Player Character insists: "Very well. I'll at least make it a show worth seeing. Professional pride, you see." And then, under their breath as they step forward: "Or what will be left of it after this."

15. How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

"I see. I've felt like that myself, when I saw a subpar ballad or poem being praised to the heavens - but something tells me that your urges are quite a bit more serious than the squabbles of the Baldurian art scene. Do let us know if it gets worse, you hear me?"

17. If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

"I don't suppose you've disturbed my trance because you fancy a quick tumble in the woods?" More serious: "Are you alright? You're shaking."

After Durge explained what's going on. "I... see. As flattering as this is, I'd rather not be the second bard that ends up murdered in this camp. Stay with me, alright? You can fight this, I know you can. Whatever this is, it won't have you."

#ask game #oc: hyacinth #my tav

[kohakhearts]

HI so like a normal person, I input 21 options of pokeani characters into a spinner wheel and spun it twice for the most random thing I could get. At first I got Serena and herself which won't work, and so I spun AGAIN and got May and Drew which is just the wheel and also God or perhaps the devil himself targeting me specifically, so I ignored it, so I spun AGAIN and got Dawn and Clemont. No on screen exchanges BUT through the web of "Dawn was a pokemon clothing designer and Lumiose has those fancy ass clothes shops", I guess they could meet that way??? Feel free to disregard but this has been my journey and I must share. Am I particularly invested in Dawn and Clemont? No, but the wheel said so, and who am I to question the wheel? Again, feel free to ignore lol

hi i LOVE this method (i also love that it gave you specifically may and drew. they will always be with you <3). serena selfcest is not one i’ve considered before but i will raise you it isn't entirely IMpossible because of that mirror world episode where there was an alternate dimension serena who bullied ash and made fun of him for being a crybaby or whatever? and actually i think i would love to see her with our own beloved regular dimension serena after serena’s big showcase loss and subsequent dramatic haircut. i think that would be incredibly chaotic and i live for chaos. but i digress

ok i have to confess dawn and clemont are both big faves of mine and i also think they both individually are relatively gay-coded (not literally but like. To Me). so i can’t see it at all yet simultaneously i’m so suddenly obsessed with the concept that i’m going to force myself to see it. i’m imagining this as like, dawn being a big name fashion designer and serena and bonnie being really like WE NEED TO GO SEE HER FASHION SHOW or something and clemont’s just along for the ride but dawn’s style turns out to be all kinds of intriguing to him because as it turns out they have similar outlandish ways of Thinking about things. i'm not sure how he could possibly infer this from her clothes (which...in the actual anime look very Normal, not all that outlandish at all. LMAO. but shh). in a way she becomes like a Muse to him...inspiring all kinds of explosive inventions. they'd have this like...he refuses to actually Meet her because it'd ruin the illusion thing but when they actually do meet she would be very flattered, probably a bit embarrassed, and then she'd 180 and be like what the FUCK do you mean i inspired 2734574839 inventions that aLL EXPLODED???? she'd be on a Mission to get his life under control. it's all very romantic because somehow she would directly help him create a non-exploding invention and in the process they would experience so many explosions together and he would see her frizzed-up hair that she's so self-conscious about and he'd think she looked Lovely like that and he'd be so, like, earnest about it that she would come to enjoy the explosions...uh, metaphorically speaking, at least

all the while, bonnie and serena are completely shocked that this world-renowned fashion designer is hanging around the lumiose gym, but hey. as long as they're having fun???

#answered #i still dont see the romance but like. i think they could have Something. ashgdfdhgghfdjs #ALSO BLESS YOU FOR PULLING OUT THE WHEEL #I WAS THINKING IT WITH THE DART BOARD THING BUT I THOUGHT SAYING WHEELDECIDE WAS TOO SPECIFIC LMAO

[gojuo]

it’s so odd of people to keep arguing that aemond did something wrong by claiming vhagar. at first it was “he stole a dragon”, then they learned that you can’t steal a dragon and it became “rhaena should’ve gotten the first try” when NO… just because her mother was one of vhagar’s riders doesn’t mean she was entitled to her, and had to try to claim her first.

i don’t think aemond had a suicide wish, meaning that he was ready to die if it doesn’t work out, but i also don’t think he would’ve been fine with just any dragon when he was already abandoned by his own targaryen dad and was bullied on top of it. he had to try vhagar and it worked and that’s it. i’m sending you this bcs i find myself liking your takes the most and was wondering what you thought of this whole situation… would you say aemond was morally wrong or whatever

First of all thank you so much for the compliment and flattering words and second of all I am literally so sorry for taking like 2 months to answer this oh my god I’m genuinely so sorry for ghosting you. I don’t know what the fuck happened and why I just let this sit in my inbox for months and I’m genuinely truly really sorry for making you wait so long … Really, I’m sorry.

Showrunners changed the scene from Jace, Luke and Joffrey attacking Aemond to Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena doing it. Why? Well mostly because they aged Joffrey down, and probably to give Baela and Rhaena something to do outside of being Rhaenyra’s cheerleaders who do nothing all season long but be her props. Like sidenote, but I still cannot believe that after everything, the Velaryons would side with her faction… I mean outside of that absentee deadbeat good-for-nothing who has literally never interacted with them on-screen being their father, Baela and Rhaena have always been more Rhaenys’ and Laena’s children than Daemon’s. Like the fucking DRAMA it would bring to the story if both Baela and Rhaena were actually against Rhaenyra, if Baela was against being betrothed to Jace and her rightful inheritance of Driftmark being usurped being a point of contention for the Velaryon family/Team Black overall. Or if it was Baela that was ok with becoming the future Queen of Westeros as Jace’s wife but it was Rhaena that was against everything, against becoming Lady Consort of Driftmark instead of Lady of Driftmark in her own right because, you know, she’s being forced into marrying Luke, essentially being usurped of her and her sister's inheritance. Or if Rhaena held Daemon in contempt for always ignoring her because she has no dragon and therefore no worth in his eyes or for forcing her into a marriage with a boy everyone knows is a bastard whose mother is usurping her and her sister’s (and their mother’s) rightful inheritance because of said marriage……. But nooooooooo we gotta have Baela and Rhaena do nothing but smile in the background bc Team Black has zero in-fighting at all everyone is just of the same fucking mind and gets along aaaaaall the time I guess……………..

Okay anyways sorry for the sidequest lets get back to the topic at hand… They put Baela and Rhaena in that scene to make it look like Aemond claiming “their mother’s dragon” was an issue or something. The writers put 3 things in that confrontation as to make it look like Aemond was in the wrong for claiming Vhagar:

The outrageous claim of being able to “steal” a dragon (that’s literally impossible; you cannot steal a rider-less dragon).

The other outrageous claim that dragons are somehow passed on from parent to child as if a dragon is an heirloom or something.

Putting Baela and Rhaena in this one specific scene which they actually had NO business being in because they are Vhagar’s ex-rider’s daughters.

If I remember correctly, Daemon, Baela and Rhaena were on Driftmark/Dragonstone for a whole month in preparation for Laena’s funeral. Aemond came to Driftmark for only 2 or so days… Rhaena had all the time in the world to claim any free dragon she wanted with the help of her father... And then she didn’t….. How is that Aemond’s fault exactly? She had the chance and she didn’t take it. That’s on her, not on anyone else (except maybe her father since he apparently disliked that she hadn’t claimed one yet but I digress).

Then the audacity of the writers to insinuate that dragons can be inherited by the ex-rider’s children??? The fuck????? Before Laena, Vhagar was Baelon Targaryen’s dragon. Baelon is Laena’s mother’s uncle … but he is also Aemond’s grandfather... So tell me again who had the “right” to claim her first by that logic? Then before Baelon, Vhagar was Visenya’s AKA Baelon’s great-grandfather’s sister. Caraxes for example was Aemon’s dragon before Daemon claimed him, who is his uncle. Meleys was Alyssa’s dragon, who is Rhaenys’ aunt not mother, etc. etc. The one and only instance we have in ASOIAF where a dragon is claimed by the ex-rider’s child is Balerion with Aegon & Maegor. And even then it wasn’t that Maegor got Balerion because he was Aegon’s son, it was Maegor claiming Balerion because he just wanted him and Maegor specifically waited for Aegon to die so that Balerion was free to be claimed. So these dumb lines of “She was mine to claim,” and “Stole my mother’s dragon,” need to go to Hell and I will never take anyone who takes that shit seriously… seriously. You cannot steal a rider-less dragon by claiming it, that is just outright not canon.

Dragons are also not family-heirlooms meant to be passed down onto children, that is also just not canon. End of discussion, really. The only reason they put the girls plus those dumb lines in the scene is because they needed Aemond to look as if he did something wrong, because Aemond did literally nothing wrong by claiming Vhagar. In the book Jace, Luke and Joffrey jumped him for no reason, and in the show Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena also jump him for no reason. 3v1 and 4v1 and we’re supposed to think Aemond was an instigator or something? Rhaena took a swing first then Aemond pushed her aside to protect himself. Then Baela punched him in the face FIRST then Aemond punched her back. Aemond instigated and started NOTHING and he was the only victim in that scene. The gall of the writers to make it look like Baela and Rhaena had the right to be mad or that Jace and Luke were justified in ambushing him and permanently maiming and disabling him because one Targaryen prince claimed a free-to-claim dragon is INSAAAANEEEEE and I hate that they took away Viserys mocking Aemond for not having a dragon yet which is what lead him to claiming Vhagar to begin with.

None of those children had any right to be mad at Aemond for anything and the writers knew that so they just had to put the children who had just lost their mother into that scene in order to make it seem as if what had happened had some ambiguity to it instead of what it actually was: Aemond as the victim and Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena as the crystal-clear transgressors.

#IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS IM SORRY!!!!!!!! #THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS <33333 AND IM SORRY #wont happen again i promise (maybe) #aemond #anti hotd #hotd #anonymous #answered