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buckybabieboy · 9 months

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Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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Perversion

@turbulentscrawl triple dog dared me so heres tht thing i wasnt gonna write bvfbfvbihv im so sorry if this ooc lol

Photographer pls why u gotta call him "little gray mouse" pls im not normal now

Rated Explicit | Warnings: none

You never asked for more than what is willingly being given, you are content– Happy with what you have for easily you can have nothing at all. Being with Aesop means not always having the ‘standard’ relationship. Often you are doing most of the work, putting all that you have into this, supportive of this. You usually feel bad thinking you are pressuring the man to stay with you, maybe he thinks he has to out of pity.

Though he will reassure you he never felt pressed to stay, he is willing, and he loves you.

Intimacy, Ada says, is a key part of keeping a relationship stable. Sex is healthy and given the situation of this place and the high stresses, she says sex often can strengthen a bond. You… You like cuddling but sex? It never crossed your mind. It took a while for Aesop to get used to your physical affection, even laying on the same bed as you was awkward at first.

Maybe Dr. Ada is right. Maybe you bring it up… How do you bring this up!? She sympathizes with you before explaining to bring it up naturally.

That is why currently you stand beside the Embalmer as he restocks his embalming supplies.

“Would you have sex with me?” So you suck at naturally bringing up things.

Aesop dropped his bottle.

“Aesop!” You quickly pick up the bottle, luckily it was only one of the makeup bottles, “Are you okay?” Not too much spilled out.

“Are you?” Trying to gather his thoughts, “Why would you ask that?” He thinks something is wrong.

“Yeah, I mean… Dr. Ada said “To strengthen a relationship, sex helps”.”

He blinks a few times, you rely on his eyes to read his expressions as he always wears a mask, “Oh.” He had faced you but he turned back to his supplies, “No.”

“Oh, okay.” You go back to watching him work.

“It is not because of you,” Wording this as best as possible, “I don't like… That.”

“That?”

Aesop is quiet for a second then tries to explain, “It is… Dirty.”

“Dirty as a sin or the process.”

“Yes, no, the process.”

You make an ‘oh’ sound before a laugh, “Okay, nothing wrong with that! I know skin-on-skin contact is hard for you. Heh, I got scared it was because— Huh!?” His gloved hands hold your face, “Aesop.” His mask touches your lips as he kisses you, and you return the kiss.

His forehead is on yours as he speaks gently, “You are beautiful.” His eyes are on your face.

You hum softly, closing your eyes, “Sorry.” Your hands on his shoulders squeezing it as he kisses you again, “May I hold you like this.” Whispering the request. You might have unintentionally had negative thoughts, Dr. Ada warned you a rejection can bring up underlying feelings.

“Of course.”

You do not know what shifted after that day.

Aesop is a sweet lover, he has needs that are different from yours, but he often puts you first. When you need intimate affection like cuddles that require the bed, he gives you that time. But lately, he is trying the skin-on-skin contact in little ways. Kissing more often as his lips rather than the mask, he uses his bare hand to touch your face (one glove on though), and he is one asking for those cuddle times.

“No,” Blocking his kiss with your fan, “Aesop, you don't have to make up for anything.” The single glove on was a sign that something was off. Masklessly kissing you on the lip does happen just not always, he has sensory issues and you respect that. Plus, kissing his mask is cute especially when your rogue marks it.

“I– I am not,” You close the fan with one hand revealing your little frown, “I wanted to touch you… Properly.”

“You can at any time you want, love. But don't force it.”

He leans back nodding as he adjusts his mask back to his face, “May kiss you again?”

You smile before jumping on him a bit to kiss him a dozen times.

Naturally, you expected things to go back to normal, the subject was not brought about sex until much later.

When Joseph became involved.

There is a word for this Joesph said while speaking with you, ‘A ménage à trois’. The word sounds so sweet and smooth like silk from his mouth. Something he says with a hint of something you now realize is seduction.

Maybe the Photographer gave Embalmer this idea for there is no way he came up with this himself. Hell, you never knew they were friends—Ish, they seem to tolerate each other more than others.

As Aesop undresses you, you feel Joseph touch the newly revealed skin as soon the only thing you have on is your underwear.

“Cold?” His voice is low as his finger traces around your shifting nipple. You nod, unable to trust your voice, Aesop's hands hold your waist as Joseph’s lips take the nipple into his mouth, the Photographer's other hand teasing the other. You are grateful to lean against your lover, his mask pressed against your cheek as you quiver. “You will warm up in a moment.” You never realize how pretty the Frenchman looks, most of the time he terrifies you but right now he looks so pretty.

The foreplay is overwhelming, two pairs of hands, one with medical gloves on and the other bare but cold, makes you dizzy.

When you finally are on the bed, writhing as you grip Joseph’s unbound hair as feasts on you between your legs, Aesop removes his mask to kiss you. With every moan stolen by him, you were surprised he wanted to taste you. He tastes like mint, and you taste like that wine Joseph offered prior to this event. Calm the nerves barely.

Something in French is said and you whine as Joseph pulls away. Not for long as slips his cock into your well-prepared heat.

“Look at me.” You fight to keep your eyes open as Aesop holds you, “You are doing so well.” Caressing your cheek.

“They are tighter than I expected.” Joseph says after cursing under his breath, “Relax.” You try but you feel so full. Aesop looks at the way you squirm, his hand moving to your body but unsure where to touch first. “Here, rub lightly.” Joseph guiding Aesop's hand between your legs.

He can't directly feel the sticky substance of your essence but he can feel the warmth, the moan you let out has his cheeks burning brighter than it already is. It is very strange, the texture thick and the substance cloudy.

“Feeling brave enough to taste it, little gray mouse?”

Aesop shakes his head and rather sticks with kissing you.

“Aseop…” You moan out, “Ah.” This is so much yet not enough all at once. “Joseph!” Confused as he grazes something inside of you that has you seeing stars, “There! Please, please!” One hand on Joseph’s arm and the other holding Aesop's hand.

All night you had Joseph inside of you, touching you. All night, Aesop is there exploring you when he feels comfortable and always kissing you. The arrangement is, well, you would not mind doing it again.

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thelovelylolly · 2 months

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Can you do fluff alphabet with Robin?

Fluff Alphabet w/ Robin Buckley

A/N: this is my first time writing something like this so i hope you enjoy it love <3 also i didn't find just one alphabet so i kinda picked the prompts i liked lol

A: Affection (how do they show affection/are they good at it)

Robin loves to show affection through physical touch. She'll hug you, kiss you on the cheek and forehead, hold your hand, anything to be close to you and touching you. It takes her a while to be comfortable enough to do it, but once she's comfortable? You two are inseparable :)

B: Beauty (what does she think makes her s/o beautiful)

Your laugh and smile. She loves making you laugh or doing things that make you smile. She gets butterflies every time you smile, whether that be at her or something else. She loves making sure you're happy.

C: Comfort (how she comforts her s/o after a rough day)

Robin will go out and buy you all your favorite snacks, rent your favorite movies, and make your living room into a big fort with blankets and pillows. You two would have a movie marathon and cuddle in the fort, forgetting the rest of the world for a while.

D: Dreams (what does her dream future with her s/o look like)

I feel like Robin isn't someone who would want to get married (even if it was legal in the 80s). She has her s/o and that's enough. She doesn't really need a fancy piece of paper or some rings to prove that. She does want to buy a nice house with you one day, maybe get a few pets, too. She really wants a dog, but she'd be happy with whatever pet you want (no matter how strange it is).

E: Equal (is she more dominant or soft in the relationship)

She's somewhere in the middle. She has her strengths in the relationship, but she also has her insecurities. You two work well together and complete each other, so you're both pretty equal in your relationship.

F: Fight (how would a typical fight go and how easily would she forgive her s/o)

You two rarely fight, but when you do, you two probably step away from each other for a while. Maybe one of you leave the house for a few hours to destress, or you two just go into separate rooms and do your own things. But you and Robin never went to bed angry. If it means staying up later, sitting in bed together, and talking it out, then so be it. Depending on what the fight was about, Robin would probably forgive you easily.

G: Gratitude (is she grateful for all her s/o does/has done for her)

Of course she is. Robin never lets a day go by without mentioning how grateful she is to be with you, so you can expect plenty of 'thank you's when you do a chore she doesn't like for her or made her favorite dinner for her. Little things, but they mean so much to her.

H: Honest (how honest is she to her s/o)

Super honest. She rambles a lot, so the truth always gets out of her. She can try to lie or keep a secret from you, but it doesn't take long before it just slips out of her. Because of this, your super honest, too. Neither of you hide anything.

I: Inspiration (did her s/o inspired her to become a better person)

You showed her that everyone could keep improving themselves, so she did her best to improve herself. It started with her becoming better for you, but it slowly become more for herself. You're proud of her growth, no matter if she's doing it for you or herself.

J: Jealousy (does she get jealous)

It's very rare for Robin to get jealous. You two love each other and Robin is secure enough to be confident you wouldn't leave her. You probably get more jealous than she does, but your jealousy doesn't last long.

K: Kiss (where does she kiss her s/o, where does her s/o kiss her)

She loves to kiss your cheek. It's her favorite place to kiss after your lips. She also loves to give you forehead kisses while you two cuddle. Her favorite kinds of kisses to receive are kisses on the cheek. Though, you can't go wrong with a kiss on the lips.

L: Little ones (how is she with kids)

Robin is not a natural with kids. It takes some trial and error, but she can at least take care of older kids. She isn't some serious figure at all, so she likes to take on the role of the fun 'adult'. She'll plan pranks, sneak candy, all that stuff. Sometimes you try to stop her, but most times, you help her out.

M: Marriage (does she want to get married)

Like I said earlier, I don't see Robin getting married. She loves her s/o, she doesn't need a piece of paper to tell her that. But if you want to get married, she'd be happy to. It would not be a big event, just you two and a few close friends as witnesses. You would probably take her last name, too.

N: Nicknames (what nicknames does she have for her s/o and vice versa)

Babe is most used between you two. You also call her 'Rob', and she'll call you a shortened version of your name or another personal kind of nickname. If she's feeling extra sappy, she'd call you something really, really cheesy.

O: On cloud nine (what's she like when she's in love)

Head over heels, heart eyes, everything. She's like a puppy dog when she's in love with you. She wants to be around you almost 24/7. She loves to give you small gifts or do something for you, even if its new to her. You like this specific kind of paint? Robin found it for you and it's waiting for you on your desk. You want a specific kind of cookie? Robin's rarely baked but she'll make you a huge batch of cookies if you want.

P: PDA (is she okay with pda)

Robin's a bit more reserved when it comes to PDA, and you don't mind. A small, Indiana town in the 80s? Not the most accepting setting. However, you two will link arms when you walk around just to be close. If there aren't many people around, you two will hold hands. But if you two were in a more accepting place, plenty of subtle PDA. A kiss on the forehead here, an arm around the waist there. Little things to make sure you two knew the other was there.

Q: Quirk (a trait of hers that makes her a great partner)

Her attention to detail. Like I said earlier, she will get you gifts or make you something if you mention it. She knows what kind of music you like, what your favorite color is, how you like your coffee or tea. She notices the little things, and you love it.

R: Romance (how romantic is she)

Very romantic. She does little things, but she also does huge gestures just to show how much she loves you. A surprise road trip, a shopping trip on your birthday, anything. Valentine's Day is when she does the most. Roses, chocolates, gifts, a fancy date or dates, she doesn't come to play.

S: Security (how protective is she)

Not super protective, but she'd put herself between you and danger if it came down to it. She doesn't want to lose you ever, and if that means she gets hurt, so be it. Some asshole picks a fight? She'd take the punch (maybe throw one, too).

T: Thrill (does she like new things in the relationship or does she like routine)

Loves routine, but she does try to change things up every now and then. She mainly does that by doing new things for dates. Maybe its a day trip to an amusement park or visiting a town neither of you have been before. If you're down, she's down.

U: Ugly (what are some of her bad traits and does she know about them)

Rambling and ranting. She'll talk over you or interrupt you on accident because she has to get the words out. She knows its a problem and she does her best to work on it, with your help of course.

V: Value (is her relationship her main priority)

Of course it is. You're everything to her. Her friendships never come before you and your relationship. Her friends what to hang out? She probably already has plans with you and she would never cancel on you.

W: Wild Card

While I kept mentioning physical touch, gift giving and acts of service, I think Robin's big love language is quality time. She's just happy to be with you or be around you, no matter what you're doing it. You two could be sitting in the living room doing your own things and she'd love every second of it because you two are together.

X: XOXO (how often does she kiss, hug, and cuddle with you)

If she could, Robin would have her arms around you 24/7. You fall asleep and wake up with her arms around you everyday. If either of you have to go to work, neither of you leave without a kiss. Sometimes, one of you will get overwhelmed and a hug will fix it right up.

Y: Yuck (something she doesn't like)

Robin can't handle certain textures. When you get her a gift, you make sure it doesn't have one of the textures she doesn't like. If you're cooking her dinner, you make sure the food's texture won't bother her. You're happy she told you about it early on so you wouldn't accidentally get her something she didn't like the texture of.

Z: Zzz (how is she when she sleeps)

Not a light sleeper, but not a heavy one either. She snores and sometimes talks in her sleep, like a word or two. However, she can't get good sleep without you. She'll toss and turn, and wake up through out the night if you're not there. Of course, that's later on in her relationship when she's used to being close to you when you two sleep.

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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A Myriad of Fallen Leaves (Yandere!Ayato/Reader)

Unreliable synopsis: Reader chills around in a villa and decided to get some fresh air. A wacky continuation of Blind Obedience

Afab reader

Cw: Yandere themes. Drugging. Violence. Non-consensual touching. Please avoid this fic if you are sensitive to these subjects. Your mental health matters more than a deranged fanfic posted on the internet (This is probably not even as bad as other things posted out there, but better to be safe than sorry right?)

A/n: it's just a shorter sequel for those who asked lol. Shoutout to my friend for beta-reading this fic and thank you guys @venus-loving @lunnaeclipse @livingmyfantasy for requesting (i saw it dw your words mean a lot to me!!!). Sorry it’s late, life and college applications are messing with me lol.

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Young Kamisato Ayato and (L/n) (Y/n) strolled down Ritou in the basking sunlight. It used to be a common occasion for the both of you to relax once in a while to distract the new Yashiro commissioner off his workload and undeniable pressure. You were supposed to master the basics of one of the Futsu School's signature arts but none of you had been able to master even a single slash of the sword work you were supposed to be so engrossed with. Every time you both tried to cross blades, the next slash cuts weaker than the last. There was no room for debate, and you both left to clear your heads.

This was something Ayato was tremendously grateful for, after all, you’re a lot more casual when you’re beat.

At first, you were incredibly wary of him. There were little kind sentiments thrown around and his mysteries were more engaging. He stated that he is more than capable when asked about his expertise. When asked about his campaigns, he admitted to producing more than he was supposed to. There was only one thing you could be assured about, and that was his fondness for dogs. Which you first rejected as meaningless trivia until you promised to become his dog if he chose you over the other sword-master vying for the role.

Since then, he must have thought of you as an amusing individual; otherwise, you wouldn't be going around Ritou's square with your hands brushing against each other as you strolled side-by-side. With a flower Ayato tucked behind your ear, on top of that.

Ayato pursed his lips.

“Do you believe in true love?”

Ayato wasn't quite on the same scale as the rest of humanity in terms of receiving affection. In private, he had always voiced out endearingly naive questions about romantic relationships and thought it was a waste of time, effort, and an unfortunate cause of expenses. But he never once asked if love existed. You thought he was simply a lonely man who's jealous of what those without his status can afford easily. The possibility that he simply didn't know the wonders of love baffled you.

You snorted and covered your mouth with your spare hand. Ayato immediately fell into a small trance. It was the cutest thing he had ever heard, and he knew that the smile you covered was equally enchanting.

“Of course! Only sad folks think it ain’t real.” You added some distance between the two of you and squinted. A mischievous lilt of your voice set him straight. “Where’d this question even come from? Finally caught the love fever, My Lord?”

Ayato closed his eyes irritably. “Nonsense.”

“Hmm, hmm!” You hummed, unconvinced. You figured that Ayato wouldn’t ask such a suspicious question had he not experienced the emotion firsthand. “Why’d you ask, My Lord?”

“I...” Ayato coughed. “Was just curious. Nothing more to it.”

“Suuure.” You tried to sound indifferent as possible but Ayato still sensed your skepticism.

“Going forward...”

“Yes, My Lord?”

“Do... Do you think it’s possible for me to find true love?”

“W-What?!”

Your gaze was drawn to the maple tree that stood behind Ayato to avoid the almost predestined awkward eye contact with your boss. Ayato was the Kamisato Clan's figurehead and a member of the Tri-Commission. It hardly needs to be stated that obtaining that title can be detrimental to some romantic and platonic relationships. Frankly, you thought that a work-focused man like him wouldn’t complain about arranged marriages.

And you were wrong.

“Where...” You gulped.

“Where there is true love... I think nothing should be allowed to stand in its way.”

“Oh?”

You didn't say anything after that, giving Ayato time to digest what you said. It was a non-answer, but it was the most appropriate response for someone in his position.

Ayato caught your implications, and in the most simplest way to articulate his emotions: he felt terrible. He cannot put his emotions into words, and even if he could Ayato wouldn’t say it out loud. He’s aware that he built a reputation for being the untouchable shadow puppeteering the Yashiro commission. He knows that doing so is necessary, but if he knew taking the role would inevitably strain his relationship with you hurts more than he initially estimated. Ayato would've hesitated.

And he has yet to experience a realization as to why he felt so awful about this.

“I’ll keep that in mind... thank you for your insight.”

You nodded sheepishly.

Ayato continued. “What do you do when you’re in love?”

“E-excuse me?”

“Oh, was that too forward? My apologies.”

“N-No, not at all My Lord. I was just surprised.”

Ayato huffed. “I don’t know why you’d react so vehemently. The question was not a major logic leap from the previous one.”

“True, but you don’t normally ask these questions consecutively, you know? It’s kinda like hearing Kuki Shinobu inquire on how to become a shrine maiden.”

“So you think I’m a miserable fool who hates the idea of falling in love?”

Sort of.

You lightly smacked his shoulder. “Gah! My Lord stop asking questions that will get me fired!”

Ayato chuckled. “Sorry, I couldn’t refrain from teasing you.”

You pouted.

“To answer your question, I guess when I’m in love I’ll often help them out as much as I can. I would cook and clean for them— I’d probably protect them and act domestic and loveable. Or something.”

“You perform the same actions at the Kamisato Estate regularly.” Ayato gasped and feigned fear. “Could it be that you view me in a romantic light, (Y/n)?”

Ayato joked, but he desperately wished that was the case.

Needless to say, it only added more salt to the wound when he saw you laugh uncontrollably over the idea.

“When Ushi flies, My Lord.”

You tried your best to compose yourself in fear that you would offend him even more. “When Itto’s bull-cow-exorcist-creature flies, then maybe you have a shot in marrying me.”

Ayato faked a large scowl, but he was genuine for the most part.

“What a bold statement for someone who is meant to become my official retainer by the following week.”

“Hey! Occupations do not matter when it comes to true love!” You mused. “Love is patient, love is blind, and it will not care less about whose paperwork I’m organizing.”

‘Occupations do not matter’, yet you cannot even bring yourself to think the same in Ayato’s shoes. Was that not discriminatory on your part? He silently judged you. Ayato couldn’t accept the reality of how you hold yourself to a different standard simply because he held executive power. It was unfair.

Shouldn't he have the same chance as a homeless wanderer in finding true love?

“Plus, I have my standards, Ayato. You’re not exactly my type, not-that-there’s-anything-wrong-with-you-of-course.” You were a bit too quick to add the last part.

He breathed between his teeth, successfully hiding his bitterness. “And your preference is?”

“The quiet starving artist.” You grinned, unaware of your effect on him. “The type who trusts their craft more than anything. The type who is also in tune with nature, his emotions, and those around him. The type who doesn’t expect anything in return and is just so thoughtful! A man like that could forget our wedding anniversary and I would still be so hopelessly in love.”

His heart was crushed like the maple leaf under his heel. Your ideal man sounded nothing like Ayato.

He shrugged, but make no mistake, he is in an unfathomable denial of the facts. Ayato’s throat was dry as he continued to banter lifelessly. “I also forget anniversaries.”

“And you shouldn’t!” You resisted the urge to smack his head with the hilt of your sword. “You’re the commissioner now, ‘Lord Kamisato’! You could at least spare me the trouble of informing you that old man Kujou’s birthday is tomorrow, right?”

“Of course.” Ayato waved dismissively. “I cannot forget such a date.”

“Looks like there’s some hope for you after all. Long live our beloved Yashiro commissioner.” You said sardonically.

“Whatever.” He shook his head with a candid smile.

“If you believe true love is real, then I’ll take my beloved soon-to-be-retainer’s word for it.”

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It had been a week since Ayato came back from his business trip.

Ayaka silently poured herself and her brother a cup of tea. It is not as if Ayaka doesn't mind Ayato's absence, but it is something she is too used to. However, even when he did return, she sensed that the estate remains hollow. She initially thought it was because Thoma scurried to help Ritou burn ‘a myriad of leaves’ loitered on the streets, but she still felt that some part was devoid of a sprightful presence. It took Ayaka a few moments to realize that what made the place a little less full than usual was another missing figure.

(L/n) (Y/n).

Around this time of day, you would've made yourself busy by "helping" Thoma out with washing the dishes. In all honesty, you help more with your mouth with a slew of emotional support, than your hands. You were a pleasant company to be around, and Ayaka knows that you are a valuable asset to her brother. More than Ayato dared to admit.

So, she simply assumed you still had some work to do outside.

"How was your business trip, Ayato?"

"It was alright. The deal got signed without a hitch. Lord Takayuki gave us a go signal on restoring the bridge." He gently grabbed his cup, but not without looking at its contents. It was not red; it was safe.

Ayato continued. "Say, Ayaka, have you done what I asked of you?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I made several readjustments to the stall order for the fest–"

"No, not that." Ayato chuckled. "I am pertaining to the teas we have in storage."

"Oh, you meant the teabags." Ayaka pondered. "Yes, I had them delivered at Watatsumi Island's post under Ogura Mio's name."

Ayato smiled.

"Good, good."

"What is it for?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"Why did you order so many red ginseng teabags?" She frowned. "Is the tea here not up to your liking? I could ask the head maid for other recipes if you'd like. If I'm being honest, brother, the tea you ordered smells rather off. I'm not sure if it's healthy for you to consume."

"I'm aware that I am lacking expertise in cooking but you needn't be harsh about such criticism."

The two went silent as Ayaka processed his words. She gasped behind her fan, blushing slightly over the awkward situation.

"O-Oh! I wasn't aware that you made those teabags. I'm sorry. I wasn't teasing you–"

"Don't mention it. And besides, you're not wrong. It truly isn't healthy for human consumption."

Ayato is a master at omitting and misrepresenting information. His wording led her to believe that the teabags she sent were to dispose of her brother's brewing disasters. Perhaps General Gorou requested such culinary disasters so they might use them as fertilizers-- Celestia knows how much the island needs more crops. Ayaka had made another erroneous assumption from that alone.

Whatever the case, she dropped the subject.

Ayato grinned as he sipped his tea. He's not wrong, it isn't safe to consume, but it was meant to be that way.

Who's to say that fact will stop him from feeding (Y/n) the very same poison every week?

"How is (Y/n) fairing?"

He set his cup on the table. The sound was louder than usual from his demeanor, and far from elegant. After she voiced the innocent question, Ayaka noticed her brother's brief and peculiar reaction. In that short second, her brother expressed a wide range of emotions. Before he gave her his trademark politician smile, he expressed astonishment, anxiety, and what appeared to be contempt.

Ayaka's eyebrows creased. Something is certainly off.

"She's faring well, as usual."

What a drab response. Whenever (Y/n) was in charge of a mission, he would often wax poetic about her eccentricities. Ayaka's ear would be ripped out over trivial matters such as (Y/n)'s muddied shoes scuffing the pavement or her endearing snorts and cackles. It's not like him to be concise when it comes to (Y/n) as a topic.

"Is she on vacation?"

Ayato cannot lie and affirm that. If he did, Ayaka would try to visit her because she is also on her self-imposed social 'leave.'

"No. She's continuing her work."

"Where?"

Ayato took a deep breath. His eyes were piercing, and she had no idea what it meant. Nobody could ever be assured of what Ayato is thinking. Ayaka wanted to pull back from the conversation immediately. But she refused. She recognized her brother's tactics. Absolute silence is how he unnerves his petty enemies.

"Where is she?"

"Why do you ask?"

He started readjusting his gloves. Ayato's eyes trailed over his cuffs as if this was the least interesting conversation he had in a while. Yet again, Ayaka is wholly aware of what Ayato was doing. When he refuses to reveal the truth, he'll answer her questions with a question until it circles back to a conversation about her. If Ayato felt nice, it would be about her well-being, if not, well...

Let's just say this game of interrogation had always left Ayaka feeling drained.

"Is it so strange for me to be curious about her well-being? Brother I would like to remind you that it is no secret that I think (Y/n) is a very talented individual. It is to no one's surprise that I'm very interested in her."

"Ayaka do you find the lack of assistants troublesome? Should I order Thoma to look for suitable applicants? There are some notable talents suitable for the work in the Shuumatsu--"

"Big brother, please stop trying to digress. You and I both know how your mind works-- more so than others. Please tell me where she is."

"I'm afraid I cannot indulge you at the moment, but please have faith that she is in good hands," Ayato said. "Bear in mind, she is under MY supervision."

He emphasized his power– his possession once more. It was the same way he claimed possession of (Y/n) in Kaedehara Kazuha's temporary residence days before.

"And you seem obsessed about ensuring that it stays that way."

The room turned silent.

She addressed the real elephant in the room. Even Ayaka didn't realize what she had done until she saw the look of genuinely pure shock and anger on her brother's face. That alone is concerning. Especially when the last time she had the misfortune of seeing it was when someone attempted to ultimately dishonor their parents' names.

"Ayaka."

"Yes, Ayato?"

"There are some things you cannot obtain from me. And there are things I will never let go."

By now, Ayaka caught on that there is something foreign and questionable lurking around the back of her brother's mind. The gears turned ever so slightly. When she threw away the unfit gears and looked past her initial presumptions, everything had fallen into place.

Ayaka smiled. It wasn't the smile their mother trained her to have.

It was a disappointed smile.

"Ayato."

"Yes?"

"Where did you take her?"

"Stop pressing. I already told you, it's confidential–"

Her smile dropped. "Our villa's address in Watatsumi is also confidential."

Ayato chewed his bottom lip.

Bullseye.

The same blood courses through their veins. If there is a man that can withstand his attacks, it will be her reflection that waves back. This is the woman that helped build the Kamisato Clan of today; the delicate and elegant woman Ayato severely underestimated. The truth is out in the open, clear but far from loud.

This is the wit of the Shirasagi Himegimi. And all of Inazuma will soon discover that it will be her words that can turn the tides of their oppressive decree.

"Ayaka..." Ayato started, his voice is controlled but not his mind. "I love her."

"I know." She answered weakly.

There is no way out of this. If he spoke more, he feared that his dwindling control of the situation will slip away. It was because of you that Kamisato Ayato believed in true love. It was you who told him that nothing— and he firmly believes that absolutely NOTHING should get in the way of true love.

Can you blame him for practicing what you preached?

His heart ached at how hollow his sister sounded. And he trembled just as violently when her eyes met his.

It was like looking through their mother's eyes.

"... What now?"

‘This was unusual’. Those were the three words that came to Ayaka's mind. It's unusual for the illustrious Kamisato Ayato, the young man who brought his clan back to life through endless diplomatic conversations, to remain speechless. Her brother is certainly intelligent, particularly as a schemer. Ayaka should be there to help him. She was supposed to be his rock when things got too difficult. She was supposed to be his sole sister to support him.

Ayaka, on the other hand, was the one who dragged him here.

"I do not approve of your fixation," Ayaka started. “I’ll say it now: I always found the way your eyes lingered on places it should not be a bit dishonorable to our clan.”

Ayato had expected those phrases to be more foul, disgusting, and succinct. He had dreams in which he heard his sister lash out at him for his selfish actions, and they always made him wake up in cold sweat.

Reality is way worse, Ayato decided. He would rather feel Ayaka punch his shoulders and scream into his ear to hammer home how immorally wrong he is. This silence is painful.

“...How long have you known?”

“I had my suspicions,” she said. Ayaka stammered slightly and hoped that Ayato didn’t notice. “But it was you who confirmed everything moments ago.”

“What...”

Ayato closed his eyes and cupped his face with both hands.

“What do you want me to do?”

There is a long pause between them once more.

She cleared her throat. In her eyes, there is only one thing he could only do for her.

“Do what you do best.”

The only choice Ayato has left is to coerce her into giving her blessings.

He looked up.

Ayaka turned her gaze to the open windows. She closed her eyes and recalled Kaedehara Kazuha’s musings regarding nature. The outside world truly was tranquil. Both siblings envied the carefree nature of the outdoors.

So Ayaka offered him a door to exit through.

“Lie to me that you will have everything under control.”

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For once, you wished that you took the time to visit your family. Maybe if you did, they would've been worried about your whereabouts. You can only hope that they would at least think about you once a month.

Your Lord, on the other hand, was more than happy about your fading relationship with your family. Ironic, considering how most of his actions are born out of familial love.

Most, but not all. If he gave his all to his family, to Ayaka, then maybe you wouldn’t be in the dilemma you are in now.

“I owe you a life worth living in these walls, and it appears that I had not provided enough services to fulfill those needs. Allow me to extend my utmost humble apologies, dearest wife, for I had been a lacking husband.” Ayato whispered to you a morning after you relocated. He forcefully tucked you in a stiff embrace. There was no doubt that he enjoyed how your skin touched his, especially when his eyes exhibited nothing but an unadulterated desire to take you wholly. Your shallow breaths tickled his arm in response. And he was content with just that.

Despite uttering a “sincere” speech, you spared no visible reaction. You didn’t speak a word as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulders. Your skill in speaking evades you.

It was as if a snake had sunken its pointy teeth into your flesh. There was no hope for your escape. Each touch was more foreign and uncomfortable than the last.

It’s funny, but all you thought of at that moment was how your Lord was pathetic and touch starved.

“(Y/n)...” His voice bordered on a whine. “If only you understand at least half of the way you make me feel.”

How would that be possible when you cannot comprehend a sliver of what goes through Ayato’s mind? You no longer had the common sense to grasp why Kamisato Ayato would touch the flesh below your waist. You didn’t even realize that the touch prodding under your garments were his fingers until his nails were carved unto your skin. His whines entered your ear. There was no pain or pleasure, but you knew he was only interested in taking.

Kamisato Ayato is a depraved man.

And this, to him, was true love.

“I suddenly gained the urge to confess my love for you all over again. If I repeat myself once more, my mouth will get tired.” He kissed your neck. “And I would rather squander that energy somewhere else...

... Won’t you follow me upstairs, my beloved?”

Your memories cut you off after that.

Minutes felt like hours. Everything felt like a huge effort. Partner those two statements together and what you'll get is hell on Earth for a woman who can't sit still like yourself. At least, that was what you were supposed to feel. You felt like a lapdog.

When you first got to the isolated villa, you woke up with a killer headache. But what made it worse is your Lord's enthusiasm to play as the loving and tender "spouse". Ayato’s villa came from old money. Using funds to spoil a retainer is incredibly hypocritical for a man who admonished fellow commissioners who had more money than sense. You would've teased Ayato for acting so out of character months prior, but the circumstances differ dramatically.

Now you know that he drugged you. Twice. And he's willing to do it again if you crossed the line. Whatever the hell that "line" is supposed to be.

This fever was endearing two months ago when you didn’t know any better. When it was just Ayato inviting himself into your room because he’s ‘worried’. When he insisted on taking care of you because he felt ‘responsible’ for making you work overtime. When you started to question your stamina because of it. When you thought being taken care of by someone other than your best friend Thoma felt nice.

Nowadays you can’t recall whatever happens to you after the sun sets. You didn’t reply to Ayato’s comments about dinner because you no longer have the ability to remember the things he shoves down your throat.

Except for the bittersweet red tea.

This total apathy works better for you, in a sense. It prevented you from having your thoughts row back into the dark crevices of your psyche. It’s established that you often lost sleep deliberating your competence in being Kamisato Ayato’s retainer, but not without a good reason.

No one noticed, but you were deprived of sleep almost every night thinking about your fallen friends in the Shuumatsuban. Every night you wondered if their sacrifices were worth the exchange if it only resulted in one lone survivor weeping. This was something you and Kaedehara Kazuha bonded with when Ayaka was away. Grief.

You cannot even force yourself to mourn after he took you away. You are now a survivor relentlessly spoiled by Lord Kamisato himself.

Someone was talking from afar, and even when the sound approached you a lot quicker than you assumed, you didn't make any sudden movements to imply surprise.

Ayato, you assume it's him, doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with your lack of stimuli. Something mussed your hair, which was probably his fingers.

"I'm going out for a bit, do wait for me, understood?"

His voice was warm and a bit husky, but commanding at the same time. Was he talking to you? Something pecked your cheek, and then you heard the door close.

He exited the room. You're not sure if anyone was left besides yourself. The handpicked servants Ayato assigned to the villa often wore felted footwear and did their chores like they were not there at all. They may have been members of the Shuumatsuban, but a cunning bunny burrows twice, and it's not beyond the realm of possibility for Ayato to especially train an orphanage to master serving special domestic tasks alone. Thinking too much about it made your head hurt.

Everything was a blur.

Time moves slowly. But you didn't feel nervous when parts of you are slowly disappearing.

You heard a tune. It was short-lived, but it's near. You continued peeking outside the window but cared not about the noise.

"Pssst! Miss (L/n). He isn't here anymore."

You looked down.

There's a white-haired man gently waving his hand. He's holding a red leaf over his mouth.

You simply stared back.

"I-It's me. Can I climb up?" He yell-whispered.

You blinked.

He didn't bother waiting for you to reply-- he waited long enough. He leaped to your location. His sleeve fluttered slightly but no sound was made. His clothes, unlike Kamisato Ayato's elegant silk, were similar in color to that of rancid milk. The discoloration was enough to sign that whoever wore those clothes travel often, if you ignored the mud on the windowsill was his shoe size.

So, this must be Kaedehara Kazuha.

A part of you expected happiness from this reveal, but not a single spark ignited.

"Are you hurt? How have you been– I caught wind that you had been missing in action for quite some time."

Kazuha's hands were scarred and singed, and touching his palms was similar to picking apart the skin of a roasted fowl. His wide-eyed glare directed towards your neck doused you with a sliver of self-awareness as he clutched your naked shoulders. His crimson pupils shrank. Was there a problem?

"We have to get you out of here," Kazuha said strongly.

But why? There's no danger to be sensed. You failed to connect with his urgency.

Next thing you knew, he had carried you in his arms and left the room. You watched your body be carried bridal style, almost in third person, and observed how your hair touched Kazuha's arm. His grip on your form was tight, and his back was slouched as if preparing to shield you from an attack.

You couldn't tell, but he's beginning to fret over you barely reacting at all. What he had cradled didn't appear human, but more of a machine on autopilot. The scenery is vibrant in sloshed shades of pink and other pastels, yet your eyes reflected no light despite the iridescent surroundings.

You don't think you're real, that you’re no longer in control of your own body anymore, and Kazuha started to think the same.

When he placed you down a tree trunk, Kazuha's gaze lingered at your stray hair, reluctant to fix it for you. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but he'll act like he won’t for a little while.

He poked your neck.

You winced.

"Did he do this...?"

The bruises on your neck and thighs offered enough answers.

"(L/n)?"

He looked sad.

"You haven't talked for the last hour. Are you okay?"

You've been with him for an hour? Kazuha didn't need anyone to point out that your time and spatial awareness were slowly deteriorating. His heart weighed a fraction of the sorrows you should've expressed.

Kazuha cupped your face.

"You're burning up..." He said. Your faces are only an inch apart. "Did you drink anything suspicious?"

You said you drank something red.

"(L/n), did you really not drink anything? Anything bitter? He didn’t make you eat something strange, did he?"

You emphasized that you regularly drank a bittersweet beverage.

"(L/n)... Why aren't you talking?"

But you did talk... Can he not hear you?

"N-nevermind. Our priority is to move you to somewhere safe. Captain Beidou is eager to help you sail outside Inazuma, but only if you'll allow it."

You tilted your head. How exactly? Before you got here, the Almighty Shogun closed off all borders.

His hand extended invitingly.

“Won’t you come with me, (L/n)?”

You reached for his hand—

“That’s far enough.”

In one swift motion, a slash too fast for even a sword-master like you to comprehend under a second, you watched Kazuha’s knees hit the ground. His bandaged hand slowly soaked in the blood from his abdomen. He inhaled sharply while the invoker evaporated his makeshift water vessels. It was impossible to look away.

His crimson eyes never left you. You watched in mild horror as the soul inside slowly slipped away.

It was a pathetic way to die.

“Be still.” A foreign hand grabbed your shoulder harshly as Kazuha’s body landed on a loud thud. “You’re trembling too much, my beloved.”

Were you?

Normally, people will cry and bawl. Others would remain assured that the deceased had finally taken their well-deserved rest. Before, you were the same. You grieved over your Shuumatsuban comrades when they were given orders to prioritize your life over theirs. To maintain a level of albeit strained sanity, you tried to live with death as if it wasn't real and close at hand. As if it couldn't impact you. To the point where you couldn't discern if it was your work experiences that made you apathetic or the drugs the murderer before you forced you to take in this situation.

Did time move slow, or too fast?

This was tragic in the sense that you couldn’t even react to the corpse. A corpse who asked you out on a date. A corpse whose cheeks once blushed pink as it fantasized about the things you'd both share. A corpse who made you feel emotions you rarely had the opportunity to indulge in.

You felt almost nothing.

The man kindly wiped the tears you didn’t notice for you. You tilted your head up to seek refuge in his lilac eyes.

A bright red leaf rested on the ground, only to be washed away by the crashing stream unnoticed.

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Ayato's lips curled up into his signature smirk.

“Hmph, lie to you, you say? But what is there to lie about?”

His attention was drawn back to the present. The direction of his gaze was the same as his sister's, towards the window. Instead of being occupied by the silhouette of chirping birds, his eyes were trained on the sky behind them.

"Ayaka, do you remember the last time we volunteered to help clean up the fallen maple leaves and flowers from the last festival?"

Ayaka's brows furrowed. She was taken aback by how quickly her brother regained his usual self-assurance after hearing him sound so defeated. "Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"

"The searing heat infuses them with one final spark of vitality, and for a brief moment, they radiate a more glorious glow than the flames themselves..."

Ayaka returned her gaze to the window and saw what Ayato was staring at. He did not indulge himself with the splotched sky, rather, it was the smoke from the Ritou furnace that Ayato eyed.

It was strange.

It was utilized yesterday after the residents swept the streets clean of trash and humps of leaves, so it would not be needed again. She also recalled that Thoma had been oddly assigned to Ritou's cleanup job today. He carried a large pile of trash too, which didn’t make sense since there were no falling leaves to be cleaned up.

There were no fallen maple leaves in the area...

Ayaka's heart dropped.

"It was a short life they lived, but I can't help but wonder if it was a wasted one."

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plasmasimagination · 4 months

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Heyy girl hows it goingg! Congrats on ur amazinggg milestone. Totally deserved 🪼🪼 I was wondering if i cld get a matchup for genshin and hsr ! I totally loved the others u did.

I go by the she series and id love to be matched up w a hot man 🤤 my mbti is enfp and im a gemini! Im around 5’3 with tan skin and hv super grown out long dyed brown hair. I have 8 piercings total on my ears and i know im gna cop more next summer bless up. I wld say i def have a more summer oriented aesthetic i loveee me a tank top n shorts and bikini.

Im not surr what kind of personality i have .. but i think im a freak. I love to party nd go out w my friends obviii but i absolutely love spending time by myself bc im chill like dat. I think im pretty funny but i also follow my heart a lil too much and do whatever i want when i want, so i cant set boundaries w myself.. im def tryna work on that and have a healthy grindset and balance. Im down to do anything w my friends BUT im also a lil bit of bitch ngl… a lil bit of a hater if i see some weird activity in front if me

I love the beach and summer and drives with loud music playinggg. My ideal day is a warm summer day on the beach with some Js and scrolling thru the x reader tag on tumblr on my ipad.

My interests are surfing and paddleboardinf!! Im super into gymming and looking up wikipedia horror movie summaries. Im pursuing health rn too 😜 and i try to write in my free time but it never works out LOL. I also love thrifting and flea markets and im down to rage if u are 🤙

If i had a short life id probably honestly spend it at home w the fam and w my dog and w all my friends. Id love to do some epic in state road trips or have bonfires by the beach. i think itd be sick to be surrounded by all the simple things i love.

When it comes to my love life…. Erm… i definitely can be attracted SO easily but im quick to find icks tbh. I dont think i fall in love easily but i definitely get high on the possibility of it. Lets just say im hard to get and hard to want 😈 My ideal type is someone whos athletic and good at math and is FINE AF. My lovr language is quality time (i LOVE ft) so someone whos willing to do stuff w me is a plus. I think i also like someone who can match my speed and humor bc i hate miscommunication and awkwardness

Thanku sm if u decide 2 do my req! ⭐️⭐️

Hello there fellow darling >:)

As for your request, I would say I found just the right manz for you, but i didn't, so work with them a bit and they'll be vibing with u in no time(ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

So let's go

AL HAITHAM

Smart collected calm and rational, just to balance you out

introvert x extrovert

He's definitely impressed by your carefree attitude, and often gets dragged into your small adventures, he might complain around a bit but he doesn't mind as much as he says he does

Hes confused as to how you have the energy to go out to parties and surfing and everything, he's just way too tired to even think about such things, so he'll prefer to watch you from the distance, in the comfort of a chair and a good book

Listen listen, I know I know, he's pissy and awkward, but I like to think he wouldn't be like that in a relationship, and is actually very good at communication and explaining his struggles and emotions

It might take him a bit to trust you but when he does, he's a good partner

He might not be able to match your humour, but he can match your speed, he's very efficient.

And if that relationship doesn't work out, do try with kaveh, because that could work out more (and yes i did just recommend to get with with your matchups roommate)

MR.RATIO

Nerd x his cool partner

This one is more to match your vibe kind off

He's a sassy and confident dude

He'll definitely be a fan of your bitchy attitude , he likes dealing with bests

Can match your energy, occasionally, sometimes not sometimes yes, but most of the time he'll just follow you around and watch you do your hobbies and interests while reading something

Cold colour dressed boyfriend x summer dressed partner, just perfection

He's an ambivert after all, so he can keep up with your trips and enjoyments, but sometimes will distance himself off to a corner to recharge his energy

Generally he's the first that came to mind when I saw your request so consider it fate

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haljathefangirlcat · 1 year

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And now, for something completely different... a few Inkheart headcanons, specifically about Smol Feral Trash Cat-Dog With A Knife. Così, de botto, senza senso, as we say here. Some I've picked up through the years by reading other people's headcanons or fic and then developed (if you can call any of this stuff "developed", lol) by building up on ideas I liked, others date back all the way to when I read the books in middle school.

I think it's safe to say that most of the fandom knows "basta!" means "enough!" or "stop!" in Italian. Which... yeah, pretty great name for the kind of violent criminal whose victims would be screaming that kind of thing, at least in a book series for kids. But, like other people who've spent probably too much time thinking about it at some point or another, I do like to imagine a more Watsonian explanation for it being a real, if surprisingly well-fitting, name rather than a nickname he earned during his time as a fire raiser. Mine actually hinges on the fact that, back in the day, before reliable contraceptives or safe abortifacients or even just the idea that there was nothing weird or bad about being married while not having children or sex or not being married at all, couples who ended up with more kids than they could feed would sometimes name the hopefully last one of them Ultimo or Ultima, meaning "last", as a sort of... auspicious name, if for a given definition of "auspicious." I've even heard a story (which, admittedly, might be a urban legend, as I've seen it mentioned in a few places but with no source) about a couple who called their last children Ultimo, Definitivo ("definitive, conclusive, final"), and Finiamola ("let's get it over with!", or "let's stop this!"), each time hoping the new kid would also be the very last... so, yeah. Long story short, I imagine Basta as the youngest child of poor parents living in a small, crowded house, who by the time of his birth were just about ready to say, "Enough with this! If we get another after this one, we'll just carry it into the woods and leave it there, and then it'll be up to whatever animal/fairy/kindly passerby to kill it or raise it!" I also like to think he actually has an older sister named Ultima, running around somewhere in the Inkworld... even if, for both obvious reasons and more headcanon-y ones, he hasn't kept in contact with anyone from his family ever since he officially joined Capricorn.

About the "more headcanon-y" reasons: I once read a fic (I thiiink it was on Fanfiction.net? Probably not AO3) where, as a boy, Basta killed his own father, an abusive drunkard, to prove his loyalty and ruthlessness to Capricorn. Needless to say, I loved it! And went on to incorporate part of it in my vision of Basta as a character. In my own headcanons, I'm not sure if I really see Basta's father or even both of his parents as that actively hateful or violent towards him (if only because I'm not quite sure if singling out just one boy among so many children in that way would quite work, realistically speaking about an in-universe Medieval-ish fantasy world... unless some of those many children died young due to hunger, illness, or simple lack of supervision. Again, in-universe Medieval-ish fantasy world) but as I love that bit in Inkheart where Fenoglio talks about Basta's unhappy childhood, how worthless he thought he was, and how easily he clung to Capricorn, I do picture him being severely neglected and receiving very little in the way of kindness or affection both inside and outside of his family. Perhaps being either dismissed or unfairly blamed for being the runt of the litter and not big and strong enough to help more around the house, or in the fields, or in whatever failing business his father might have owned, given how he's not exactly tall and physically imposing even as an adult? Anyway, I do find the idea of him being miserable in his early life and initially clinging to Capricorn as both a magnetic, irresistible symbol of what neither him nor anyone in his family ever had and his one real hope for money, power, and generally something better, then coming to see him as this godlike figure, as well as a new, better father he'd be willing to exchange his perhaps equally distant but much less impressive (and much less interested in finding some actual use for him) old one for (even at the cost of a very cold take on "out with the old, in with the new"), incredibly fascinating.

For something less dark, more crack unless you consider the implications: building up on the fact that yes I realize we're never given anyone's exact height in the books, no I won't get over the idea of him being essentially a pint-sized menace and Capricorn's very angry, very menacing chihuahua, it amuses me (way more than it should) to think that at some point, probably when he was still one of the youngest among Capricorn's men in the Inkworld or when he and Capricorn were on their own in our world, someone definitely tried dismissing him as a threat (maybe even by making fun of him) due to his height and build... only to immediately, sorely regret it.

Still on the possibly disturbing crack side of things: he makes a big show of hitting on women, particularly the maids in Capricorn's village, and there might actually be some desire under him just liking to pose as this Big Intimidating Man showing off his power by making women in an already inferior or subservient position to him squirm in discomfort... but if any of them should ever respond positively, even just in an attempt to get protection or some sort of special treatment out of him, he wouldn't know how to handle it. Like, it would temporarily short-circuit his brain. The closest he ever got to getting a woman to acknowledge his flirting in any significant way besides pulling back from him and reaching the nearest exit as fast as possible is probably that time a girl rejected him by telling him he had bad breath and then he killed her with snakes and resolved to chew mint leaves for the rest of his life because he's such a confident person. Even Roxane probably never exchanged more than five words (mostly to the effect of "get lost!" and "fuck you!" on her side) with him.

For the last one, a bittersweet one: Basta actually liked Fulvio, the black jacket who got read into One Thousand and One Nights in exchange for Farid. A lot of Capricorn's men did, really, but I like to picture Fulvio as a boy from our world, probably coming from a poor, dysfunctional home, that Basta in particular kind of took under his wing (as much as Basta could do that for anyone...) because he saw something of himself in him. This is, ofc, based on nothing but my hazy memories of reading the Italian translation of Inkheart, where I'm 90% sure a bunch of black jackets are ready to beat Mo to a pulp as soon as they notice Fulvio has disappeared and Basta himself gets all in Mo's face and tells him he will personally make him "pay dearly for Fulvio."

#inkheart #inkheart trilogy #inkheart basta #basta (inkheart)

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was tagged by tina @mavieesttriste16 (ty love <3)

rules: color the ones that are true and tag fifteen (15) people

appearance:

"I’m over 5’5" (1.67m)// i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and Talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season (tied w spring)

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

this was so nice to make. the aesthetics one was huge lol but i'm really that kinda girl. also idk if botox is considered plastic surgery because i already did once lol

tagging y'all but no pressure loves: @cherishlaluna @kylivier @crimsonicarus @sunshinesebby @rossocorsaseb @alfaromeo-and-juliet @bririds12 @seedlessmuffins @mebiselfandi @lizablackthorn @pixeltori tried to tag who i never tag. some of you are already tagged and i also don't want to bother most of you guys, but please feel free to do it if you please :)

#tag games

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matoitech · 1 month

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HELLO for the one character design ask thing: glance, motion, canvas, bling, and favorite for elle!! ALSO not exactly one of the asks but for your ocs in bands: how do they dress onstage vs day-to-day?? :0

HI YIPPEE ELLE QUESTIONS! also that band one is rly interesting.. lemme do elle first

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

good question.. maybe her thick facial stripes? she has very fluffy cheeks and i like her hair too so maybe that. she has a kind of sleepy looking face

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

she tends to 'stroll' would be the best way to describe her slower gait i think, or 'stride' and move with purpose! she leads with her shoulders and has heavy footing i think. not particularly coordinated but not super clumsy, her only flexibility comes from doing stretches pre workout and her arms/fingers/wrists move easily from being a musician playing bass. i dont know if her clothes rly help or hinder her range of motion she just wears like normal person clothes. they might seem kind of constricting to blue if he tried something like a button-up (he hates buttons) but their styles dont rly match up theyre both masculine in different ways

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

she probably does have scars here and there just from living life but i wouldnt specify them on a ref sheet or really add them in drawings i think, but she doesnt have tats or piercings atm. she likes the look of them she just isnt really interested in them for herself. i think if she did get tattoos she wouldnt care about displaying or covering them she's just walking around

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

she doesnt usually wear jewelry she'd probably just motion to her hearing aids and say they count. she may wear rings sometimes but likely not anything else. sometimes she might borrow or wear blue's dog tags (that can signal MANY different things in their relationship or lack thereof at the time)

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

shes probably got cool work boots she likes that she wears constantly! she also wears cowboy hats sometimes so shes probably got some favorites she got in texas she keeps with her. i dont think she wears them a lot though

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now for the other question, how my ocs in bands dress onstage vs day-to-day.. its a good question i think it rly just depends! ill go thru them tho.. its mostly blues band with a couple other ocs tossed in there, not all my musicians but not all of them perform on stage and also quite a few of them r newer characters or r going thru design changes so it might not stick if i did include them anyway

blue: it does depend on the show but typically i do think he dresses up more on stage but its mostly in like leather harnesses and spiked wristbands and stuff, maybe more of his piercings in and necklaces, tail bands and stuff. underneath maybe shirtless or in a tank top/black t (that he'll probably throw off at some point) with leather pants maybe, shoes that r comfortable to run around on stage for a few hours in. at home hes just in like a tank top and sweatpants lol. he is not dressing up at home. archetypal masc fits

elle [blues band]: she dresses slightly punkier (wristbands or jewelry maybe) or leans into her country roots more on stage than just day-to-day where she probably wears button ups or something. i could see her dressing kind of like an old southern man ngl lol

dakota [blues band]: ive been struggling w their clothing style at ALL tbh at first i thought i wanted smth more feminine for them then i leaned more masc at the moment im thinking maybe like goth-y punk-y emo androgynous SPECIFICALLY the kind of androgynous associated with that scene. on stage probably lots of black and layers, spiked collar and maybe a leash, etc. dakotas fur color palette is pretty grayscale so i think they lean into that with a lot of black outfits, maybe with splashes of electric blue like their eyes. probably that teal harness sometimes i drew them in on their th

malani [blues band]: shes goth as fuck and she loves skulls i honestly dont think her style changes that much i think she dresses up in her full goth getup to go to the grocery store. shes probably careful about her jewelry on stage tho bcuz shes the drummer and doesnt want her shit to go flying off or tangling with anything when she gets into it

kaisa [blues band]: kaisa probably leans punkier during shows than she does in her general life but not too hard, she likes green too much to commit to an all black ensemble and their music also doesnt like, require that anyway lol. she might wear camo or something on stage more than in her daily life. she likes layering her clothes but doesnt as much during shows cuzit gets WAY too hot

cain: he leans a lot more 'hardcore' in his shows than he does inhis daily life hes giving like hard fem black spikes tall boots but i have no idea what he wears in his daily life his whole thing is being a mystery. he IS fem in his daily life too but he leans into it strongly and in a VERY specific way with how he comes off to the public and how hes decided to take control of being perceived

griff: honestly probably dresses wilder in his daily life than he can at shows but i know his ass is going crazy at his shows too. he is all about the performance and his stage name should probably be icarus. maybei should change it.. it would be on the nose but i dont think it would be the way he'd view himself or name himself at all so

damn those were the only ones.. i always think i have so many musician ocs that perform but i guess i DO have an excuse to make more.. -> doesnt look at the characters that just need design changes n stuff

#thank u !!! u always have such interesting questions i love answering them :3 #keymintt #asks #ocs

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hummingbirdsaltimolockia · 1 year

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read more for breeze-by reviews of the books films and shows I read/watched in 2022

books

a tree grows in brooklyn (reread) - 5/5 cemented as one of my favorite books. reading it at 25 was very different from reading it at 18

lord of the flies - oof 5/5 v chilling

the neverending story - 2/5 the whole movie is in the first seven chapters and it just drags on from there and bastian was annoying

an absolutely remarkable thing - 3/5 interesting story that I wouldn’t usually read and it ended kinda ambiguously. the main character was a little annoying but it was good for the story

the curious incident of the dog in the night time - 2/5 kinda overrated in my opinion and was kinda a bummer overall

their eyes were watching god - 4/5 kinda a bummer too but v beautiful

walk two moons - 3/5 a little overly Solemn in my opinion

shadow of a bull - 2/5 a little boring and anti climatic

hooked - 5/5 sutton foster has been one of my favorite performers for years and I really enjoyed getting a closer look at her life

the women in the castle - 5/5 a very chewy read. not a book you can dismiss easily

the hearts of horses - 4/5 v unfortunately titled and covered, but v enjoyable slice of life read. actually related to the main character, and the horses were written realistically.

jack and jill - 3/5 very slice of life w Moral Lessons, and I didn’t really agree with the moral lesson

the boy who harnessed the wind -4/5 more memoir-y then I thought it would be but I liked it like that

wink: - 3/5 finished on 1/1/23 but I’m counting it. definitely worth the read but could’ve been better

films

red riding hood - 2/5 pretty silly plot but gary oldman was acting his pants off

the prestige - 3/5 v captivating but left me feeling ick

a monster calls - 4/5 almost as good as the book

atonement - 2/5 v pretty but. betrayled

gladiator - 5/5 v refreshing to see this type of movie, 2000s style

encanto - 3/5 not enough recovery time

moulin rouge - 3/5 wild but it could be deep

the caddy - 3/5 jerry lewis is the basis of my sense of humor

logan - 5/5 really liked seeing such a grounded superhero film

hanna - 3/5 underdeveloped as whole. woulda worked better as a mini series

last christmas - 3/5 liked the characters, well acted and written, didn’t like the twist

school of rock - 5/5 there is nothing wrong with this movie

to all the boys p.s i still love you - 3/5 silly conflict. girl just go to school

if I stay - 4/5 much deeper than I thought it was gonna be

sing - 3/5 loved the littel chameleon creature

the fantastic mr fox - 4/5 v strange but a little long

the exception - 1/5 left me feeling v ick

winter’s bone - 4/5 different from what I expected. v grounded and unsensational

beastly - 2/5 lol v v 2011 black cover ya book feeling. v silly

the giver - 3/5 better than I thought it would be. rushed through in favor of a more dramatic ending

the addams family - 5/5 enjoyed everything about this

the addams family values - 4/5 not as sharp as the first one but joan cusack is in it

nope - 5/5 sooo good. loved the concept of an animal like alien and everything was set up so well. does rely on the “don’t look a horse in the eye or it will go berserk” thing which is just. not true. (literally just be chill and the horse will be chill. it’s more about approaching them from the side than directly in front). but on the whole the horse portrayal was pretty good

vengeance - 3/5 got v tense after the twist. went some places. left me feeling hmm

good will hunting - 4/5 literally heard of this movie my whole life. it’s good

rampage - 2/5 I love big scary animal monsters but this got too big and silly

potc: on stranger tides - 3/5 the story was better than I thought it would be, but overall it wasn’t made with the same care as the og trilogy

potc: dead men tell no tales - 2/5 almost just stupid

spiderman: no way home - 4/5 everyone was acting their pants off and it was great

black panther: wakanda forever - 4/5 ran a little long but loved all the choices and visuals

weird - 3/5 what it says on the can. bizarre and funny

the princess switch 2 - 2/5

the princess switch 3 - 3/5 unexpected pathos???

hildago - 3/5 honestly think I would’ve liked it better if he shot the horse at the end :/ which is a horrible thing to say but

falling for christmas - 2/5 I did it for you miss lohan

disenchanted - 2/5 and one of those is solely for idina menzel singing

jojo rabbit - 5/5 tonally brilliant and surprisingly full despite being under two hours

glass onion - 5/5 v fun and v engaging from beginning to end

tv shows

attack on titan s4 pt 2 - 3/5 not enough levi. also can we just finish this dam story

stranger things s4 - 4/5 a lot of crunchy plot stuff happened, v curious to see how it will end

only murders in the building s2 - 4/5 not as strong as s1 but still v enjoyable

derry girls s3 - 5/5 no notes

kenobi - 3/5 not bad but also pretty unnecessary

this is us s6 - 3/5 pretty likely end to the series but the more I thought about it the more I didn’t like it

abbott elementary - 5/5 no notes. most enjoyable mockumentary I’ve seen

rutherford falls - haven’t finished the first season yet so reserving final judgement but so far so good

#*kazoooo*#movies #books

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flawedfemalecharacter · 9 months

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thank u for tagging me remi!!! @kaleidoskuls

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag fifteen (15) other bloggers to do it too!

APPEARANCE:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings (used to have on on my ear put she closed tf up) // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have died or highlighted my hair (once when i was twelve w semi permanent dye lol) // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces (i had a retainer and it sucked) // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails (very rarely) // i typically wear makeup (i used to not wear it for a while and i honestly miss that) // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look (if u ignore the eating disorder) // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument (sorta . the basics) // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own (im delulu abt this but) // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand (physically probably mentally fuck no)

RELATIONSHIPS:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years (7 years and counting) // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online (funny story i have this friend i went to hs w but we never talked in hs we started talking online)

AESTHETICS:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean (ngl im rlly scared of her) // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mum friend (controversial take) // i live by a certain quote (honestly i dont remember it but i think i saw some post on tumblr ages ago that talked abt how being dead would be so boring and thats how im still alive today) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities (used to be in hs) // i enjoy mexican food (sad mi se jede meksicka hrana) // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love (i believe all love is true love) // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower (havent done that in a long time eww) // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed (i wishhhhh) // i am multiracial // i am a redhead (shouldve been i stand by this) // i own at least three dogs

tagging: @fantastista @nocakesformissedith @nefhertari @cyypress @dyk3-on-a-byk3 @ariesbilly @decadentworld @imsodishy @pikslasrce @hummingbird-hooligan @blessyouhawkeye @theultimatewildcard @gay-archie @uwussy @theunvanquishedzims (this is the first time i actually tagged 15 ppl) + anyone who wants to join!!!

#can u tell i love adding little comments #tag game

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mlobsters · 10 months

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supernatural s6e7 family matters (w. andrew dabb, daniel loflin)

sad to report my little boop boop screenshot plugin that worked so well with netflix etc, does no more. hopefully they'll figure out how to get it going again. anyway, tedious way in firefox instead is better than nothing but makes my slow ass watching process even slower

CASTIEL This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building.

DEAN All right, all right, quit bragging.

cute

synchronized head tilts looking vaguely confused dog

DEAN You're leaving?

CASTIEL I'm in the middle of a civil war.

DEAN You better tear the attic up, find something to help Sam.

CASTIEL Of course. Your problems always come first. I'll be in touch.

laughed out loud. i like snarky cas

this pointless manufactured animosity, i don't get it

now we've got a bit of a corporate default vibe desktop background. i need to tag all these for easy comparison. i'll show you no feelings, i'm changing my desktop background!

so like. it's not that i'm opposed to soulless!sam in general. i think there's a lot of interesting ideas there. but the issue i took with it that i was so worked up over was how dean and bobby behaved which to me felt incredibly out of character - primarily around the issue of sam being back for a year and no one telling dean. and then dean seemingly let that bit go easily. which thinking about like, how dean acted after everything with ruby. during the bad times and after accidentally letting lucifer out. he had a real hard time letting that go and trusting sam again. but the writers, they made sam be there and not there for a whole ass year, and more or less ignore the fallout because we've got a different focus right now. bah.

anyway, i like the spin this is taking. cards are finally on the table. we're not really sure where sam is gonna shake out. sam's trying, dean's trying, they're working together to see what (bad) grandpa is up to.

also happy to hear rick worthy's voice! he's great on the magicians btw, regular supporting character. lots of dry humor that he does so well.

did the two walking hamburgers think they wouldn't be noticed by mister alpha vampire

ALPHA VAMPIRE When your kind first huddled around the fire, I was the thing in the dark. Now you think you can hurt me? I have all night, boys.

that is one old ass vampire. but i always like those kind of origin stories. reminds me of the old guard, but way older lol. and more murdery

so do we find out now that he is definitely bad grandpa?

i see i see. not-as-bad-grandpa. 'poor life choices and working for the recently promoted crowley'-grandpa. i'm still kind of hazy on the logistics/timeline (like did crowley grab them both before anything had been arranged with grandpa?) and motivation... i'm vaguely aware of spn-purgatory but never knew crowley had his eyes on it.

pretty lighting

CROWLEY Was a punk-ass crossroads demon. Now? King of hell. Believe me, I've got the mojo. I snap my fingers, Sam gets his soul back. Or you can be…you, and I shove Sam right back in the hole. Can't imagine what it's like in there… and I can imagine so many things. So, we clear? Me, Charlie… you, angels.

look at me not getting mad at an episode in s6, woot! 7th time's the charm. snorted, rolled my eyes, but minimal frustration.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 6x07 #robosam #spn desktop background update

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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Luna !!! 9 + 17 + 29 w/ your choice of faves for the selfship questions 💗

hiiii jade!! thank you so much for asking 🥺💖 i hope you’re having a day as beautiful as you are bby💕

9. what do you two do to get each other “in the mood”?

all of my self ships getting me in the mood: just exist

lololol okay but for real

diluc x luna - for him, he gets so touchy omg. running his hands up and down my sides, squeezing the fat of my thighs, giving my hair a little tug when he’s running his fingers through it (not me feeling hot just thinking about it) for me, im always crawling into his lap & kissing his jaw when i want him, works every time lol

zhongli x luna - for him, idk how he does it or even what it is but he just gets this air about him, like he’s being blanketed in sensualness and it just radiates off of him like heat from a burning stove. one touch from him or one glance from his amber eyes and im weak for him fjdldkflf. for me, cooing his name sweetly while running my hands over his chest or down his arms, kissing his hands and watching how his skin litters with goosebumps oooo it gets me weak everytime heh

17. ideal way to spend time with one another?

alhaitham x luna - we love reading together, though me reading fictional novels while he’s reading text from an old book i probably couldn’t make sense of. but we easily cozy up on the couch together and more often than not i find myself falling asleep on his chest but every now and again i’ll wake up for a moment and hear him reading to me 💖💚 hdkdjdk loverboy

zhongli x luna - walking our dog around the harbor, trying yummy food and tea from the liyue vendors and then heading home to cuddle and kiss on the couch or our bed or take a nice hot bath together mhmmm🥰🥰 almost always paired with making out hah

kaeya x luna - he’s always whisking me away & taking me on picnics. sometimes we’re just eating random treats he found at home and other time full blown meals but it doesn’t matter what we have, just being under a nice tree laying between his legs and getting to shower him in kisses is enough 💖

29. what do the two of you wear for couples halloween costumes?

kaeya x luna - literally anything you can put the word “sexy” in front of kaeya & i have or will dress up as lol. sexy nurse/doctor, sexy nun/priest (this one oddly turned me on, he found out & it was so embarrassing omg) sexy pirates (i just dressed up as him that year), etc

diluc x luna - vampires 1000%

alhaitham x luna - different versions of kaveh throughout the years lol

self ship ask game (both asking about mine or telling me about yours!)

#🌙asks #self ships <3 #lovely moots <3

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gt-newbie · 2 years

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Okay, I really want to write more about my OC's Lucy and Arani, their last story being this from months ago, though this is all written in one go so it may not be that good lol. Anyway

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There are certain logistics when it comes to moving shelter as a borrower. One if the most talked about would be being discovered, needing to move if you're seen. Another fact is that you need to move as little as posible, only the base necessities. Or maybe one would have to move further in the same house because of rodent problems or whatever. Arani is now going against all borrower logic and moving for none of these reasons.

Looking around the now mostly empty shelter, let alone for a very basic bed in case she needs to return here to rest for a while, she quickly gives it all one last check-up to see she isn't forgetting anything. Hell, even then, Lucy probably wouldn't lind returning to help pick something up. To her, Arani's house is less than a minute away from the new location, Lucy's bedroom

Lucy came up with the idea a while ago for this thing she called a "sleep-o-ver". Arani's been hesitant to the idea of moving so close to a human, but she believes, nah, knows Lucy well enough by now

Giving the shelter one last look, Arani can't say she isn't gonna miss the place, it's been treating her solid for the oast few months...though then again moving back would be very easy so maybe she shouldn't get too emotional

Heading outside into the living room through her old crack in the wall, Lucy is sitting outside on the floor, looking curiously at all the small baggage Arani brought outside. Good thing her parent's work schedules allow more than enough time for them to always be alone

"Hey, how exactly did you get the materials to make all these bags?" Lucy suddenly asks out of sheer curiosity

'W-well sometimes I dound some loose socks around the washing machine that never got cleaned up or put back with the other sock, so I thought you all wouldn't mind or see"

"Oh jeez, you've been using old socks as bags??"

"Not...mainly? I mean, one time i found a clean one and used that as a bed, nd even the dirtier once I tried to clean up a bit, it's not that bad."

"Alright, just concerned"

With that little banter, Lucy puts all of Arani's old luggage onto the palm of her hand with relative ease. To think her entire home could fit in one human's hand is...kinda nervewrecking

"What's...your room like?" Asks Arani, realising she hasnt really seen the place yet, nor any idea where to move in in the walls, though being fairly certain she'll easily find a place

"Uuuuuuuhhhh...organised in a...unique way"

"Messy?"

"...messy...but I can clean up if you're living there, I wouldnt want it to discomfort you!"

"It's okay! Who knows, maybe I could find something usable" Arani says with a chuckle

"Well, ready to go?" Lucy asks, extending her hand, filled with luggage but still space for Arani to climb on. And that's when something hit her

This would be the first time she really would get ransported by Lucy, no, any human! It should be okay, she's known Lucy for abiut 2 months by now, if she wanted to do something malicious, she wouldve done so by now. So why is the thought of sitting on her hand so...terrifying?

Arani goes blank for a while, silently staring at Lucy's hand until she's snapped out of it by Lucy

"Arani? Arani, you okay?" She asks with a clearly worried look

"Hu-uh, I, well, nl, I mean, no im cool, I-I-I'm ready" she barely sputters out and she starts to climb on her hand, which just makes her mind race even more. She could shut her hand tightly, crush Arani with ease. Or she could be lying about the new place and throw her somewhere she might never be able to get out. Or she'll throw her to her neighbour's dog just for some quick amusement, or she-

"ARANI! You look as pale as a ghost, are you sure you're okay?!"

It takes her a while to respond, and even then, she has to try her hardest to put on a brave face, not to make her feel insulted

"Y....yeah, I'm...ready" she says, failing to look stoic, almost crying, hiccing through her sentence

Its then that Lucy, instead of lifting her hand, slightly turns it so just Arni gently falls off. Did she mess up? Did she break trust with Lucy? Is...

"I'm not gonna pick you up like that"

"N-no, I'm sorry, I'll do better, I-"

"Easy, easy, I dont lean like that. Hey, look at me" Arani looks up to the huge face looming over her. She originally expected annoyance, or anger. Instead, she saw Lucy the most concerned she has ever looked for the time she's known her, almost...scared too?

"Listen...I'm not gonna pick you up if it means terrifying you. Im not sure if it's me, if it's the height and possibilty of falling off, if it's the touch, but whatever the case, I'm clearly overstepping some boundaries. We dont have to cross them yet if you can't"

Arani, hearing all this, is taken aback a bit, but also feeling like she's calming down somewhat...until she is then met with some confusion

"B-but then how will we get to your room? It would take me hours to get there without any baggage?"

"Hmmm..." after about a minute of thinking, Lucy suddenly perks up, clapping her hands quickly

"Oh, I got it...at least, if touch is the problem, but we could try! Wait here a moment" and with that, Lucy carefully sits up and walks back to her room, returning in a minute with an old toy in her hands

Inspecting the toy closer, Arani finds it to be what the humans call a car! At least, a model of one. This just seems to have a plastic inside and a few working doors. Nonetheless, its abour her size!

"Again, if touch is the problem, maybe this could help. You could just sit in there, close your eyes and ket me carefully lift up wherever. Would you like to try that?"

Honestly, in a way, uts still slightly discomforting, but nowhere near being exposed normally on a hand, and with the thought and effort Lucy is going through, she just cant resist. She thriws one of the bags on her shoulders in the back of the toy car and sits in front

"Ready" she says, smiling and holding the steering wheel. And gently, the car gets lifted up in the air. Arani at first tries to keep her eyes closed, but takes a peak for just a second and it's...breathtaking. so fast, yet so slow for a human, and the sight of everything...

Suddenly, Lucy comes in with a random question to keep conversations going

"Aren't you gonna miss the console downstairs? You'll probably need le now to get you down there, can't have a tv on my room yet" said with a joking "blegh"

"Kinda...but if I get to become closer to you, it's very much worth it"

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