#tell me about her if you want! remember this is an objectively good exciting thing and you obviously love her a lot

[hella1975]

HELLA I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND IT IS TRIGGERING MY INTERNALISED HOMOPHOBIA SO MUCH AND I AM SO SCARED BUT I AM GOING TO TRY MY BEST

oh yikes that's so scary anonstie and i know it probably feels like you're doing something wrong but you absolutely aren't. also as shitty as it feels to have those kind of thoughts and as much as it is - unfortunately - your burden to unlearn, you also need to remember that it's not your FAULT that you have internalised homophobia. that's something society starts putting into queer people's subconscious at a very young age. you're not a bad person for feeling like that nor are you a bad person for fighting it. you literally just have a girlfriend and that's so so lovely, im rooting for you <333

#tell me about her if you want! remember this is an objectively good exciting thing and you obviously love her a lot #so try to focus on all the things you like about her instead of letting the horrible sexuality side start to get you down #bc it's very easy to spiral with that kind of thing #what's her favourite food? does she have a weird laugh? is there anything you guys claim as 'yours' whether it be a song or a show etc? #ask

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

#kinda rushed #don’t know if this is going anywhere #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ficlet #mer writes sometimes #platonic stobin #i want what they have #steve and robin #eddie pov next ?? perhaps ?

[steddieas-shegoes]

teach me your kingly ways

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'platonic stobin' rated m wc: 652 cw: referenced sexual activities tags: established steddie, awkward robin, buckingham

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"You can't be seriously telling me that if I just walk up to her and ask her out that will work," Robin let her face fall into her hands.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," Steve said. "It worked on him."

Steve gestured over to where Eddie was nodding along to something Chrissy was saying to him, fond smile on his face.

"That doesn't count!"

"Are you trying to say Eddie's easy?" Steve folded his arms across his chest. "Because it took me another six weeks just to get his shirt off."

"I'm saying he was already in love with you when you asked so obviously he was gonna say yes!" Robin started throwing her arms around as she ranted, forgetting that the object of her desires was standing not too far away. "Chrissy hasn't given me any sign that she likes me and she probably doesn't because I've been throwing signals left and right. I can only tell a girl she looks beautiful so many times before it becomes creepy, dingus!"

"Robs, does she know you're into women?" Steve sighed, starting to get frustrated with Robin's inability to make a move. "Or does she think you're just being a good friend?"

"I can't just tell her I'm into women! Then she'll know."

Steve threw his arms up.

"I hate to break it to you, but if you ever want to touch her boobies, you're definitely gonna have to tell her you like women. Or at least make sure she knows it's not platonic booby touching."

"Please stop saying boobies."

"If you ask her out, I'll stop," Steve smirked, nudging Robin's arm. "I might even offer to go on a double date so it's less awkward for you. Ease you into things."

"Oh, how chivalrous," Robin rolled her eyes. "That doesn't help me, Steve. I'd just be worried that you and Eddie would be so in love and Chrissy would expect me to be smooth or something and I'm not-"

"Hey Robbie," Chrissy was suddenly standing in front of them, beaming at Robin. "Eddie said something you needed to ask me before I head out?"

Steve's head shot over to Eddie, who gave a finger wave and then turned towards the kitchen like he hadn't just made bigger moves than Robin and Steve combined.

"Oh, did he?" Robin chuckled nervously. "I-"

"Oh yeah! The thing!" Steve smacked his own forehead. "Remember? You were gonna ask her to go to that place with you?"

Robin looked like she was about to kill him or pass out, in that order.

"Right, the place."

"What place?" Chrissy looked excited.

Steve threw Robin a thumbs up as he backed away.

"Oh, um, you know that new restaurant downtown? They have these fusion salads that sounded like the ones you make at home and figured maybe you'd wanna go? With me? Sometime?"

It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst.

Steve nodded in encouragement as Robin looked at him.

"I didn't know they opened already! I saw they have this plum salad with a ginger vinaigrette, and it sounds so good. I'd love to go!"

"Um, awesome!" Robin stood up straighter. "And it's okay that it's...just us?"

Chrissy leaned in and whispered something in Robin's ear, leaving her face bright red when she pulled away.

"Bye guys!" Chrissy turned and yelled to Steve and Eddie, who was standing beside him watching.

"Why does Robin look like she's gonna black out?" Steve asked Eddie.

"Probably because Chrissy just told her they could hang out at her place after."

"So you've been working that angle this whole time," Steve leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder. "Impressive."

"You should go check on her, she looks pale."

"She's in shock, she just needs a minute."

"Steve!"

"Be right there!" Steve turned to give Eddie a quick kiss on the lips. "Love you, you meddler."

"I come by it honestly, sweetheart."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #robin buckley #platonic stobin #chrissy cunningham

[puzzled-pegasus]

On the ADHD demigods' stim habits (headcanon list)

Percy

He talks and mutters to himself a lot and he also paces around his cabin

Restless Leg(TM)

He used to chew on things a lot but adults told him that he was Not Allowed to bite pencils or shirt sleeves or paper or anything so his outlet is mostly snacks, chewy candy is the best for this

Someone get him a seashell chewy necklace please

Oh you know what they should have stim toys at the CHB gift shop for all the ADHD kiddos

He also probably cracks his knuckles and joints a lot

He hums when there's a song stuck in his head and it's really annoying but he can't really stop it cause he doesn't notice until someone gets mad at him and then hes like ??

Annabeth

Annabeth tends to chew up her pencils a lot

She also compulsively daydreams and builds designs of buildings in her head and reviews lists of stuff she wants to remember

She finds herself doing random math while she's supposed to be paying attention. Like if someone is telling her something and her brain drifts off more often than not she's looking at something around and being like "let me just calculate how many bricks are probably in that stack over there" or "hmm i wonder how many gallons of water are in the canoe lake"

She also gets distracted if there's any other social interactions of people around her and she just people watches and makes inferences about what people are feeling and whats going on in their lives

Also she chews her hair and sometimes puts little braids in it

She picks at her skin too a lot and sometimes pulls out strands of hair

Piper

Piper flaps her hands a lot especially when she's excited

She flips and braids her hair too

If she has feathers on her she will sometimes take it out if she's bored and either preen it with her fingers or use it to tickle someone to annoy them

She sings a lot but mostly to herself and sometimes she can be heard humming or softly singing without noticing

If she has any kind of paper available, like notebook paper or napkins or maybe candy or gum wrappers, sometimes she'll make little origami things

She also picks at her nails quite a bit

Leo

Leo has the most stims that he's unable to mask, as we know already.

He taps on surfaces and messes with his clothing a lot

He also whistles sometimes which can get annoying to people around him so he tries not to do that but if he's alone or really concentrating on something he will

He will also play with pretty much anything he finds on the ground like paper clips and those office clamp things and he'll take apart mechanical pencils and pens and put them back together and if he finds a tack or a safety pin or something there's a 90 percent chance he'll stab it through the skin of his finger(s)

If he's outside he'll pick up leaves and flowers and shred them or pick up sticks and break them

He was also probably one of those kids who would put glue on his hands so he could peel it off

Jason

i wasnt sure if Jason had ADHD but I looked it up and it said he did so oh well lol

Hes like. Freakily good at masking stims and it kinda creeps everyone out especially the CHB demigods

BUT he still has them

He have the restless leg

He also does like random stretching sometimes

When he's standing in one place for a while he kinda stands on one leg or bounces his heels

Sometimes he'll pick up objects from the ground or something and play with it like Leo does, especially if he's outside and there's like rocks or something

He does a similar thing to Annabeth too but instead of math he'll try to identify any animal noises or animals he sees like birds in the sky or like if he hears a dog bark he'll try to figure out what kind of dog

Hazel

Hazel's stims are the least obvious but they are definitely there.

If she has a view of outside she will gaze out of the window or look around her and figure out how many types of trees or whatever that she can see

She will also mess with the seams or edges of her clothing

If she has paper around she'll draw horses or other animals or sometimes people or she'll practice her cursive letters and make them fancy

She picks at her skin and her hair as well

Frank

Frank does not have ADHD. He sits there quietly and everyone thinks hes weird. Sometimes he gets wiggly if he's nervous but otherwise nah

#heroes of olympus headcanon #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo #hoo #the seven demigods

[kenshimybeloved]

Part 2 of me talking too fucking much about these men!

At this point in the story, we start to see Johnny filming everyone/everything that he finds interesting enough to include in his stories. The first thing we see him film is an interaction between Kung Lao and Raiden at Wu Shi Academy. As pictured, you can see Johnny finds them important enough to the story to film, but his face and body language aren’t exactly giving excitement- he’s more so just doing a task. Again- not that he dislikes Kung Lao and Raiden or that he finds them super boring- but at this point he’s just kinda filming to film. He then approaches the two and starts complaining about how long this all is taking, and how he needs something crazier to happen to include in his movies. This is when Kenshi walks up

[side note: THE WAY HE SHOWS UP ON SCREEN STRETCHING IN THIS SCENE DOES THINGS TO ME]

and immediately begins an argument with Johnny over his motives for being here. Despite training together for months, the two are still butting heads at every interaction- or so you’d think if you were any of the characters in the game. I want to take extra time here just to fully acknowledge the fact that this interaction is not only happening in a public space but directly in front of Kung Lao and Raiden who are the two original people of this conversation (Johnny really saw them having a good time and decided he needed to come in and whine about shit and Kenshi saw that as an opportunity to start an argument with him- can these bitches just let Lao and Raiden be happy together??). The conversation leads to the comment ‘my ex’ll rue the day she gave up on me’ from Johnny which immediately earns an eye roll from Kenshi and the sarcastic reply ‘so selfless.’ I want to note that Johnnys been here for months- he says “ex” casually enough to imply that at least most people know he’s going through a divorce but most people don’t know enough to know her actual name. Or, he’s specifically putting emphasis on the fact that they are very much over and Johnny is very much single in front of a certain somebody. Maybe a healthy balance of both. I also want to note that the way Johnny speaks of his ex wife is very much indicative of the fact that Johnnys motive currently is to redeem himself and prove to everyone that he isn’t a lost cause. These movies becoming a success is his only hope at this time. However, this also means his focus should be shifted from Sento onto his movies now, right? Wrong! You’d think since now he’s putting all of the pressure of getting his life together on these movies he’s be willing to give up the sword that used to symbolize his past life, but no. Even tho his focus is now on something he can do currently/in the future to get his life back on a track rather than fixating on an object from his past, he’s still clinging to Sento. Though he’s now looking forward, his goal is still centered around people from his past (him wanting to prove to everyone that left him that they were all wrong about him rather than fixing himself for his own sake). The argument escalates to Johnny calling Kenshi ‘tattoo’ and tells him he’s only here for his sword anyways.

[side note: him calling him tattoo despite Kenshis effort to cover up the majority of his tattoos means a couple of things- Johnny is studying Kenshi. As mentioned in my previous post, Johnny is absolutely infatuated with Kenshi and wants to know everything he can. It also means he’s poking at Kenshi, letting him know that though he may try to be reserved, Johnny will stop at nothing to get to know him. He’s just going to keep observing the little things about him until Kenshi can open up about the realer shit]

IMO, Johnny very clearly knows what Sento represents for Kenshi and saving his family is much more important than the sword itself (at this point it’s important to remember nobody knows of Sentos powers- it’s just a symbolic thing to Kenshi since it’s his family sword). Deep down he knows objectively this sword should go to Kenshi, but he’s unwilling to admit it. Here’s where a lot of headcanoning happens for me- since this is a new timeline, we can’t guarantee things we know about these characters from previous games are still true. However, based on how Johnny behaves, I think it’s safe to assume his relationship with his dad was still rough as a kid (is this mentioned in this timeline? I can only seem to remember it being mentioned in MK11). I headcanon that while his dad was abusive, his mother was his rock. Unfortunately, living with both a negative and a positive parent in the same house creates instability and often leads to things like NPD, BPD, Bipolar Disorder, etc. I don’t specifically think Johnny has any of these, but maybe just aspects here and there that show up. For example, when you grow up with your needs unmet and never being a priority of your parent’s, you learn to provide for yourself. Sometimes this can be in a healthy self sustaining way, and sometimes this can mean over compensating when you perceive that somebody doesn’t think your problems are very important- like Johnny knowing that Kenshi deserves the sword more than he does, but hearing him say it leads Johnny to double down and cling to the sword with his life. Anyways, this is getting too long so there will have to be a part 2 of my analysis of the scenes at Wu Shi Academy.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #johnny x kenshi #can you tell I spend too much time thinking about them #i just think they're neat #their arc together is so well done #I love every little detail about these two #navi rambles about johnshi

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 14

Carol Danvers x Reader

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Summary: At last, you get your stuff back.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 800

Think Of You In A Better Light

It’s been a couple of days since your encounter with Captain Marvel, you have been mostly keeping to yourself, staying in your room, recovering from the fight.

You hear some noise outside your quarters and slowly get up to investigate. You open the door and find The Captain putting down the last of three boxes full of stuff you recognize, trying to cram something in one of them.

"What are you doing?"

"Bringing your things back." She doesn't look at you.

"What you got there?" you ask, pointing at her hand.

She finally looks up and hands you the small object, "Just take it," she commands. You accept and open it to reveal a golden ring.

"I don't wear jewelry."

"It was in your drawer, it's not mine." Her tone turns bitter. She knows full well what it is even if you don't remember. The wheels in your brain start turning as you stare at it.

"Well, that's the last box," she mumbles before walking away, leaving you perplexed.

You take the boxes inside and go through the stuff in them. You're digging through the last one looking for your favorite hoodie when you find a Polaroid picture of you and Carol, she's wearing a big smile and you are placing a kiss on her cheek, you have never seen anyone look this happy. Your heart drops a little, but you’re unsure why.

You try to ignore the sensation and begin putting all your belongings away.

Kamala and Valkyrie lounge in the common room, the girl is excitedly describing her last mission with the Young Avengers.

You enter and interrupt their conversation, "Was either of you, goons, gonna tell me I was engaged to Captain Marvel?" you demand, offended.

"You what?" Kamala is shocked by your words.

"You weren't, not yet, at least," The King is quick to respond, "you remembered something?" She maintains a calm tone, you pull out the small box with the ring inside.

Kamala gasps loudly, "Where did that come from?"

"She gave me my stuff back."

"She saw it?" Valkyrie is suddenly concerned.

"She handed it to me personally." Your voice is full of indignation, Val makes a pained expression.

"That's a very nice ring," the girl feels the need to point out, you side eye her, "at least now you could get a refund?"

"I don't even know where I got it."

"I do, but you're not gonna like it," Valkyrie reveals, making both of you look at her, "it was a gift, authentic Asgardian gold," she explains with pride.

You scoff incredulously, "Will you take it back?"

"Keep it as collateral for when Fury inevitably kicks you out of here," she's only half joking.

"How much is it worth?" Kamala whispers.

The King grins, "More than your life."

You spend that night looking at the ring. After what Val said about it you don’t even dare touch it, but you stare at your reflection on it for a long time. As far as you can remember you have never thought about getting married, least of all, to the woman who almost killed you days before.

You put the velvet box down on your bedside table and see the Polaroid placed upside down, the image seared into your brain. The Captain you just met looks nothing like the woman in the picture and you can’t remember ever being that happy before. The dissonance created in your brain brings you a familiar headache, there has to be another side of this story and, maybe, now that she’s back you can really start to get some answers.

"You got the goods?" You extend your arm to retrieve the small object, but Valkyrie pulls it out of your reach.

"Uh, uh, uh, not so fast, when are you planning on giving it to her?"

"I don't know, I've been thinking about it for months, everyday I wake up and I just want to be married to her already." Your voice is full of excitement.

"I know I met you first, but I have to tell you, if you hurt her I will end you," Val playfully threatens you.

"Oh, come on, if I hurt her she can end me on the spot herself, I’m not afraid of you or her." Your lips curl into a dopey smile.

"You are so whipped," she teases you.

"You know I've loved her from the moment I met her, I took full months off work just so I could hang out with her, then she convinced Fury to let us go on a mission together, not a single day goes by where I don't feel so in love with her."

Val chuckles and hands you the ring, "Go on Romeo, take care of it, it's the really good stuff."

"Thank you.”

"Always."

Chapter 14.5

Didn't see that one coming, huh?

Tags: @graniairish @carols-photonblast @thelittleliars @unicorniusfallapatorius @prplepeony @eringranola

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#carol danvers fic #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #carol danvers angst #captain marvel x reader #kamala kahn #valkyrie

[faghubby]

Halloween forever

"It would hilarious" Mohammed tried to convince me.

"I don't know" I told him.

"Well we have over a month, think about it. It would be original. You would be my bride" he said.

"Even so I have no idea" I started.

"Sarina will help you." he cut me off. His sister Sarina was gorgeous I loved just being around her Mohammed knew that as well. I let it go as we headed into class.

I had not given it much thought till the weekend when Sarina showed up.

"Paul, I am so excited to help you with your costume" she smiled.

"OH right" I said staring at her ass as she bent over to pick up two bags.

"First you have to learn how to act like a Muslim woman." She teased me.

She took a hijab out of the bag.

"You have to learn to keep your hair covered at all times. Should be easy since you have short hair. She showed me how to wrap it around my head.

"There now knees together. And hands on your lap. That's good. Important to sit and act properly at all times." She explained. She spent the next few hours explaining things.

"You should never disagree with Mohammed especially in public let him lead you" she told me. I was just happy to spend so much time with her. I did everything she asked trying to please her. Over the next few weeks Sarina would and I spent several such days together. She had me dress in traditional Abaya. I had practiced how to move, dance, and stand. It had been weeks.

"I got you a present" Serina smiled handing me a box. I opened it to find woman's underwear. I looked at Serina confused.

"You will look so hot, besides it will help you stay in character" Serina smiled. I melted and nodded.

"Thank you" I told her.

"Welll try it on" she laughed. I wasn't sure but got up and went to change.

"Let me see" Serina called out a moment later opening the bedroom door. I was trying to hook the bra.

"OH you look so cute" she giggled. I grew hard as she looked at me.

"Careful you almost popped out" she told me as she helped me hook the bra. She helped me get dressed the rest of the way.

"You know you should shave your legs" she told me.

"No one will see them" I responded.

"I do" she said running her over my panties. "For me?" She smiled. I nodded. She helped me get fully dressed. Making sure the costume was perfect. That night I did shave my legs hoping Sarina would like it. As I did it looked wierd with hair sticking out of the panties so I trimmed my pubic hair short and shaved my ass. And the little hair I had going to my belly button.

The next day Sarina came to my house. She had me get dressed. She added traditional jewlery. Necklace. And clip on earings. When I was done

"Think you need a trial run" she told me. As she said this Mohammed came in.

"Your date for this evening" she giggled. I did everything Sarina had trained me to. He led me to his car. I was nervous being out in public but went with him. He drove to a big gated house.

"Where?" I started to ask.

"Shh" he said patting my knee. I jumped alittle. As we entered the house.

"Mom, Dad! He called out. They both appeared in the front hall.

"I like you to meet, Paulina" he introduced me as. I did not object instead remembered everything Sarina had taught me. Just then Sarina came in behind us.

"Paulina you made it for family dinner" she said hugging me. Between Mohammed and Sarina almost every question their parents asked me they responded. I sat quietly. Mohammed held my hand that gave me some comfort. But also very odd. After dinner Sarina pulled me aside.

"Let my brother lead you" she whispered "let him make you his"

"Sarina, I" I tried to tell her.

"He wants you, is that so bad?" She asked me. I looked over at him seeing him for the first time I believe. He was handsome, rich and kind and he did love me. Bit I wasn't gay.i thought.

"Let him have you, think how much you enjoyed becoming the perfect bride for him" Sarina told me. But I wanted her. I thought. Just then Mohammed came and took my hand leading me to his car.

"You where lovely tonight" he told me. Kissing me. Surprised I let him. I liked it. He opened my door and helped me in to his car. He drove me to his apartment.

"Come upstairs with me" he asked his hand again touching my knee. I just nodded. He again opened the door for me. And took my hand leading me inside. He sat me down on the couch.

"I am gay, but my parents will never allow that. I adore you." He told me. He removed my Habib his hand cupping my face.

"Be my wife, I will treat you like a queen" he told me. He kissed me again. I melted in his arms. His hand pulled the long dress up his hand caressed my smooth leg. Till he cubbed my hard dick.

"I knew you would like this" he said kissing me again. He stood me up and undressed me. I stood before him in just my satin panties and bra. I helped him undress as well. I reached into his underwear to feel a huge cock. I looked up at him surprised.

"We can go slow" he said trying to put me at ease. His black cock looked even bigger I my white hand somehow I thought as I stroked him.

"Can I?" I asked "I mean would you like me to?" I stumbled to ask. He just nodded with a smile as I lowered my self kneeling before him I kissed his cock.

"I never" I said he just smiled. I tried to suck it but could barely fit the tip in my mouth. So i licked and kissed it all over.

"Sorry I don't know how" I told him.

"Nothing to fret about you will learn" he assured me.

"I don't want to try and um, I mean it's so big" I told him. He helped me to my feet. He pulled me to his lap. He kissed me as his hands pulled my panties off. I felt something cool being applied to my ass. As he worked a finger in my ass. He was slow and gentile. He worked in a second finger. I found myself bouncing up and down on his fingers.

"My little virgin bride to be" he laughed biting my nipple softly.

"Yes, I want to be your wife" I moaned.

"Do you want to try?" He asked pushing his hard cock into my hand. I stood up alittle and let him hold his cock against my hole. As I lowered myself I felt only pressure. Then my asshole gave way and the head of his cock slipped in. Pain shot thru me. I tried to stand up but my legs gave way letting more of his cock slid into my ass. I moaned and cried.

"It's alright Mohammed assured me" he kissed me and dried my tears. I sat very still the pain subsided a bit. I started to move alittle.

Mohammed reached down and rubbed my hard dick. As he did I moved more.

"You like that, my love" he asked I just nodded. The more. i moved up and down the more he rubbed my dick. I soon came all over his fingers.he presented his fingers to my mouth. I just shook my head.he rubbed his cum covered fingers across my lips.

"Open up" he ordered I opened my mouth a little and tasted my own cum as he pushed his fingers inside. We kept going until Mohammed stiffened and filled my ass with cum. Exhausted I fell asleep in his arms. I woke in the morning he was still holding me tight.

"Good Morning" he said kissing my neck. My ass still hurt.

"Mohammed I will be your wife" I told him. He started kissing me his cock grew hard and we made love. After we talked about what he expected of me. To be a traditional Arab wife.

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lover/fighter - my favorite moments

[Little snippets from my Finnick/OC longfic that are stuck in my head]

From Chapter 47 - Awakening

Johanna, who has now been caught up by her pursuer on the other side of the buffet table, grabs a croissant from one of the baskets and shoves it into Rhea's mouth to get her off her back, as she is currently clinging to her. "It really was exciting, so exciting in fact that Rhea had a complete blackout," she announces with amusement and then grabs a croissant herself when Rhea lets go of her.

"Stop laughing and tell me what actually happened," says Rhea after she has swallowed the first bite.

Meanwhile, Finnick notices the wet lump of cloth on the floor that Rhea has dropped while chasing after Johanna. Now he also realizes what that strange smell is that he has just noticed on Johanna. "Were you drunk in the pool? Have you lost your minds?" he asks, now slightly irritated. He's not really angry, but a deep-seated concern rises in him along with memories of Rhea's first unfortunate encounter with deep water that send a shiver down his spine.

"I was drunk next to the pool, or so I think. Only my blouse was in the pool, however it ended up in there," Rhea replies calmly. Even if she can't remember the night, she remembers what happened the evening before and realizes in retrospect how absolutely unnecessary their conflict was. The situation was unfortunate, and her emotional involvement obviously makes her vulnerable, causing her to sometimes lose sight of the bigger picture. But basically, the very last thing she wants to do is argue with Finnick, and that's true even now, because she can tell he's tired and upset.

"Yeah, I guess that was me when I tried to give you back your clothes," Johanna comments with an amused grin.

Many emotions flash across Finnick's face in the blink of an eye. "What?" he replies, puzzled and obviously unsure of how to interpret this.

"Unexpected, but I support it," says Cashmere with a grin.

And only then does it click for Rhea. "Wait, stop, it's not what you think," she says vehemently, without knowing exactly who she is addressing. She hadn't even come up with this idea, but now that she thinks about it, she and Johanna must really make a very suspicious picture, especially considering the surrounding circumstances.

Johanna grins at her and asks mockingly, "And how would you know that?"

"Well, I...," Rhea begins resolutely but realizes that she can't offer any justification. Her face heats up, causing the pounding in her head to increase again. "I would just know if something like that happened, wouldn't I?" And she really is absolutely sure about this one thing, even if she can't remember what happened last night. Even if she had completely lost control of herself, this one thing would not pass her by without leaving any traces, she just knows it.

"Calm down. We had a lot of fun, but not that much fun," Johanna then explains reassuringly, not just for Rhea's sake, because she's not the one who seems most upset about it. Funnily enough.

Rhea lets her head fall back and sighs. "You really are a bad influence, you know that?" she replies.

"Well, everyone has their own talents. We should do it again sometime," Johanna laughs back.

"Probably better not," comes Finnick's immediate objection. He realizes too late that he has accidentally spoken a thought out loud, but he can't help it. It's all a bit too much for him at the moment. He wanted to get a good night's sleep and then talk to Rhea in a civilized manner to ease the tension from the previous evening. He would never have expected Johanna to make her stay the night with her. But that's how it is now, which is why he's exhausted and tired and faced with such an unexpected situation again.

It's all stressing him out right now, but he doesn't want it to end the same way as the night before. Hoping that Rhea might not have heard his comment, he says, "Come on, I'll take you home."

Rhea has heard it, of course, and since Finnick has been hoarding the bad luck, this hits a sore spot. "Wait a minute," Rhea announces firmly. "Regardless of whether it's a bad idea or not, I can do as many stupid things as I like." Her tone is not directly angry, but after just getting over this issue with Oliver, she can't help but make it clear. She doesn't have the patience to go through the same thing again with Finnick at the moment.

Finnick rubs his face. He's just tired and he realizes that he's not in the right state of mind to make smart decisions with his answers in a conversation like this. "Yes, I know, and I didn't mean it like that. But I'm tired, so can you please let me drive you home and we can sort this out another time?"

It's a mixture of easily wounded pride and genuine concern for him, as he actually looks much more worn out than she does, that drives her to reply, "I'm perfectly capable of getting myself home." On the one hand, she's just so tired of everyone seemingly viewing her as so weak that they don't even trust her to find her own way home. On the other hand, her subconscious has been whispering the darkest things to her the whole time, about where Finnick is coming from at this hour, about the fact that he apparently slept even less than she did, about what he did instead and with whom.

Against this background, the question arises as to which one of them would actually be more uncomfortable sitting in the car together. He must feel terrible, he wouldn't want to go anywhere except for a shower and to bed, and Rhea doesn't want to be the reason he's denied that any longer.

Finnick, on the other hand, knows full well that he won't sleep a wink until she's finally out of this cursed building. It almost seems as if nothing good could ever happen here and he honestly wishes he had never brought her here in the first place. If only she could just give in for once. "With this outfit on the bus or on the street? Surely any cab driver would be delighted too?" he argues, with a scrutinizing glance at the remainder of her attire.

Compared to many other things you get to see in the Capitol, she is actually still relatively modestly dressed. However, the knowledge that she's barely wearing anything under her perfectly tailored blazer is almost enough to make him nervous in a way that's completely new to him. It's ridiculous, considering he's seen her much more revealing on the beach in District 4, but still the embarrassment almost takes his breath away when his gaze lingers just a moment too long on the black collar above the top button where just the tiniest sliver of white lace peeks out from under the fabric of the jacket.

Rhea crosses her arms in front of her chest, unaware that she is making the problem much worse with this move. "I could walk home naked if I wanted to," she replies stubbornly, simply because she feels challenged. She doesn't know exactly what she wants to prove to him here, but once she's started, she can't give in.

Finnick laughs, if only to distract himself from the strange direction his thoughts are suddenly taking. "Don't make such claims if you're not prepared to go through with it," he counters, convinced that she would buckle and give up at this point.

Rhea bites her lower lip, looks at him for a moment and then down at herself. She ponders for a few seconds, lifts her eyes to search his, puts on the most unimpressed expression on her face and unbuttons the first button.

Finnick's breath is taken away for good. What the hell is happening here and who is this person in front of him? Surely not the same as the one who was already too uncomfortable to take off her dress in front of him, knowing that she was wearing swimwear underneath. She's not really going to take her clothes off in a room full of strangers, is she?

But then Rhea boldly reaches for the second button without looking away from his face for a second, which shows absolute bewilderment and a thousand other emotions.

"No, stop it," he croaks desperately as he suddenly regains his voice. The next moment he is standing in front of her, trying to grab her hands to stop her. Rhea tries to wriggle away, and a small scuffle ensues, but Finnick quickly gains the upper hand. "How can anyone be this stubborn?" he announces breathlessly as he holds Rhea's wrists securely between them but is careful not to grip them too tightly so as not to hurt her.

"That's rich, coming from you," she counters, looking up at him from below with a fiery gaze. Rhea is in a state of exhilaration that she has never experienced before. It can't be compared to being drunk, her thoughts are completely clear. But it's as if pure energy is flowing through her body, completely masking any thoughts of being in a room full of people. She's aware of it, but for some reason she doesn't even care. Half an hour ago this would have been absolutely unimaginable, and she can't begin to explain it, but it's downright electrifying.

Finnick is somehow caught up in the moment. The way she looks at him is doing something to him and he can feel an intense tension again, but it's fundamentally different from yesterday and he's not sure if he wants to escape it or embrace it. Suddenly he is more awake than ever before and he concludes that if there are suddenly no more boundaries for Rhea, why should he hold back and make things unnecessarily complicated.

He lets go of her wrists, but without giving her a chance to get away he bends down, picks her up and throws her effortlessly over his shoulder.

Finnick has already taken the first steps towards the elevator before Rhea realizes what is happening and starts to protest loudly. "Hey! Let me down this instant!" she complains energetically as she tries to straighten her upper body. Unfortunately, the only thing she can do in this position is helplessly berate the back of his head while he simply ignores her.

"I'm going to let you down into the car. Now stop squirming," is all he says, having to make an effort to remain serious as a grin creeps onto his face. Luckily, Rhea can't see it as she tries to get him to let her go by pounding on his back with her fists. It wouldn't do any good even if she didn't hold back so much that he feels almost nothing of it anyway. She's just not harsh enough to really assert herself when it comes to physical matters.

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Halloween in Hisui

Imagine getting into the Halloween spirit while in Jubilife Village. Now imagine the people of Hisui have no idea what Halloween is.

Professor Laventon is the only one within Jubilife who knows what Halloween is; it's no surprise he would want to share stories with you.

Something strange sits at the base of Rowelette’s tree. It’s small and round like the Oran berries that Laventon and the kids leave as a snack, but instead of blue the color is a bright white and green. If the little Pokemon notices you pick up the thing, it makes no objections, and a strange grinning radish looks back at you. Perhaps some sort of bizarre experiment being run by the professor?

“Ah, perhaps you recognize that?” Asks the man in question. He gives a hopeful smile and joins you by the tree, plucking the vegetable from you, “I carved it myself. Colza did give me an odd look when I asked for a single radish, but I was feeling a little nostalgic for Halloween.”

Halloween? Is it really almost Halloween? Well, if you’ve been here for… You absentmindedly count on your fingers - two, three, four…

“Oh, I guess it really is almost Halloween, isn’t it?”

Laventon’s smile seems to grow at your words, his grin matching the vegetable’s.

Rei and Akari would be the first ones Laventon would want to share the holiday with. He gets especially excited about explaining the history of it, but their attention really picks up when you mention the candy and parties.

"So everyone wears costumes for one night and people just give out sweets?" Akari asks, hands on her hips and brow raised in skepticism.

"Not everybody," you say with a shrug, "It's mostly something for younger people and families, but that's a big part of it. People also do things like decorate their homes and tell scary stories."

"So what kind of sweets do they give out?" Even though Rei is at the other side of the room, sorting through books and stray research notes, he keeps looking over to the three of you.

"Oh all kinds of stuff. Chocolates, hard candy, gummies-"

"...And candy truffles?" he asks, shyly.

You grin. Despite being assistants and part of the Galaxy Team, they're still kids at the end of the day. "You know, I do remember some folks would hand them out to trick-or-treaters."

The people in the village give you some odd looks when you decorate your home, but it seems like some people have taken an interest.

You step off the ladder and admire your handiwork, some paper Golbats dangling from the roof and webbing running down the sides of the house. It may not be the flashiest of decorations, but it’s enough to make your home stand out compared to the bare buildings. Though lately you have noticed a few carved fruits and vegetables placed at the foot of some doors. What're the odds Akari and Rei are trying to get the whole village involved in the holiday for more candy?

The chittering of a Gliscor grows louder, and sure enough you turn to see Warden Ingo and the Pokemon in question approach. Both of them stare at the paper bats hanging above the doorway.

"Afternoon, Warden."

"And a good afternoon to you, too." Eventually he tears his eyes away and nods in acknowledgement. "I couldn't help but notice you and others have begun adorning their homes." Is this perhaps a Hisuian tradition I was unaware of?"

While Gliscor makes no attempt to hide his curious staring at the dangling Golbats, Warden Ingo at least tries to keep his attention on you, despite his eyes flicking to the webs.

"Not Hisuian," You shake your head and move the ladder, careful not to knock down anything. "Professor Laventon and I were talking about Halloween and how it's coming up soon."

Snapping his attention back to the house, his eyes widen.

"Halloween..." He tests the name out on his tongue. The look in his eyes is that of frustration, yet there's the hint of a smile as he says it.

"Yeah, have you heard of it?"

"The name sounds incredibly familiar. Perhaps you would be willing to tell me more?"

Word tends to spread quickly in the village, and even though there aren’t a lot of kids and families in Jubilife, pretty soon the whole village is curious about Halloween.

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PROMPT REQUEST!! ❤️❤️

[Post-mj, growing back together]

katniss goes down on peeta for the first time?? Bonus if she asks advice from johanna beforehand and johanna being johanna, goes into explicit detail causing katniss to panic HAHAHA LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️❤️

bonus pt. 2, if Peeta returns the favor 😏

Alright anon. I’ve been working on this all week. So I hope you like it. Also this song I Was Born to Love You  by Ray LaMontagne was the track I picked for this fic. The lyrics: 

You’re the only one I can talk to  The only one I can really read  I know you give because you want to Don’t you think its time to let yourself receive? 

really resonated with me when I was writing this story. 

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"And then what?" Katniss asked in a choked whisper.

"Well, once it's in your mouth there are only a few things to worry about. First of all, try not to choke. You don't want to take too much at once, especially on your first try. Just fit however much feels comfortable in your mouth. Remember to leave a little room for thrusting. He may get excited if it feels really good. If that happens, and it's too much for you, pull back a little and use your hand to cover the rest. Use a rhythm you already know he likes in tandem with bobbing your mouth up and down. It's basically like giving him a hand job while using your mouth to stimulate the head of his penis. You've jacked him off before right?" Johanns asked very matter of factly.

Katniss felt like her face was turning scarlet at Johanna’s words. She probably looked like a bright red beacon broadcasting her embarrassment to the world. She cringed self consciously even though she was alone in her kitchen and Johanna couldn’t see her over the phone. This conversation was seriously testing her comfort limits. And yet, she had to finish it. There was literally no one else she could ask about this kind of thing.

"Yeah, I've um," Katniss couldn't quite bring herself to use Johanna's crass name for the method she had been using to bring Peeta pleasure lately, "used my hand on him before." Katniss finished, thinking about how she had just used her hand on him this morning, and he had said thank you by using his mouth on her. Twice.

That was Peeta for you though, always giving twice as much and never really asking for anything in return.

It made Katniss feel, well not exactly guilty. More like his selflessness spurred her to forget her own insecurities and focus on how much she wanted to give back to him the same kind of pleasure he gave to her on a regular basis. Her only problem was her lack of knowledge and experience. Hence, the call to Johanna.

"Then you already know how to work that aspect. Just keep a steady rhythm. Remember to breathe through your nose. If you’re feeling confident and you already know he likes to have his balls played with, or his ass grabbed while getting stroked then try adding that in as well. But whatever you do, don't use your teeth! Most guys don't like it, and even if they do it's got to be done with a very light touch, and only someone with a fair amount of experience can usually pull something like that off. So stick to using your tongue, hands, and some moderate suction. Right now your main objective is simply to cover the basics." Johanna advised.

"But what if he wants something exciting instead of basic and-" Katniss asked in a nervous voice.

"Brainless, he's probably gonna lose his shit three minutes in. If he can last that long. No need to get fancy. Trust me. Just pay attention to his cues."

"Cues?"

"Cues, tells, signals, you know the things he does when he's about to come."

Katniss thought for a moment about the way Peeta's breathing changed, the way he tilted his hips, and made little noises every time he got close to finishing.

"You do know what his tells are, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Katniss bit back a little indignantly. She and Peeta had been slowly but surely progressing further in their intimate relationship for a while now. There was hardly a night where his head didn't end up between her thighs and she didn't stroke him to completion. Many nights it happened more than once. 

Johanna just chuckled at Katniss’ obvious annoyance.

"Well, alright then. Good to know you've started paying attention to the guy, finally. Now there's only one more thing we need to cover."

"What's that?" Katniss bit back angrily, growing more frustrated because of Johanna’s subtle digs. 

"The finale, of course! If you’ve been getting hot and heavy with Loverboy like you said then you ought to know what I'm talking about, Brainless!"

Finale? Katniss wondered to herself, bewildered. She had no idea what Johanna was talking about. The only finale she could think of was the showdown between the final two competitors in The Hunger Games. Which was not something that she wanted to remind Peet of while they were...

At her prolonged silence, Johanna started snickering and then she started talking again.

"You know, the end of the night fireworks, the volcanic eruption, the bursting of the dam...” 

“I think I-” Katniss tried to interrupt but Joahnna just spoke over her.

“The explosion at the yogurt factory, the erection ejection, the-” 

“I GET IT JOHANNA!” Katniss’ shouted indignantly. It was immediately followed by loud cackles coming from the other side of the phone line. 

“Glad to know you’re up to date on the lingo, Brainless. But tell me this, have you decided what you want to do with said finale when the time comes?” 

“What do you mean? Like swallow it or something?” Kantiss asked, voice barely above a whisper, and extremely nervous and strained sounding. She knew some people did that. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to try it. The thought kind of terrified her.

“Swallow, spit it out, pull back and let him come on your tits or stomach, the possibilities are many.” Johanna replied with a lazy sounding hum.

Katniss was positive she could actually hear Johanna grinning at her discomfort over the phone. 

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead, actually.” Katniss admitted. It was enough for her to juggle the logistics of all the things she was supposed to do to get Peeta to orgasm.

“Well, you should really think about it. It could happen pretty fast….. Anyway, I’d better let you go. I’m expecting a call from my head doctor at 2, so...” 

“Yeah, of course. Sorry to keep you-and thanks again, for all your....help.” Katniss replied. She cringed again at how awkward she sounded, like she had just thanked Johanna for lending her a book or something benign like that. 

“No problem, and Katniss?” The teasing tone suddenly left Johanna’s voice and Katniss waited breathlessly for whatever she said next. 

“He’s crazy about you, and he’s going to love this.” Johanna said so sincerely that Katniss was caught off guard for a moment, but then Joahnna had to go and ruin it by adding, “So even if you screw up, and don't get him off he’s still gonna think the sun shines outta your ass, no matter what.” Johanna finished with a loud belly laugh and Katniss groused at her to shut up. She reluctantly thanked her again, in a grudging tone and promised to call back tomorrow and fill her in on the results. It had been the price Johanna had enacted for all her ‘help’. 

The call clicked, and ended and Katniss was left alone in the kitchen with her thoughts. 

She mentally went over Johanna’s checklist in her head a few times, after she ran through the instructions on how to get things started there was nothing else to do but shower and wait for Peeta to come home. 

~

Peeta returned home promptly at 5:30, as usual. He washed up and they had a light dinner while discussing their respective days. Katniss left out her phone call to Johanna, because she wanted to surprise Peeta later. 

After working on the plantbook for a bit, Katniss felt anxious. She wasn't able to concentrate properly so she feigned being tired and suggested they retire to bed early. Peeta lifted one of his eyebrows in surprise, clearly not buying her over dramatic yawn, but he followed her up the stairs just the same. 

Once inside the bedroom Katniss had to get a hold of her nerves. She allowed Peeta to use the bathroom first, and scurried to her closet to take a deep breath. She tried not to think of all the many ways this could go wrong, and instead focused on finding what Johanna had called a ‘mood setting outfit’. 

There were an array of possibilities, her closet was literally still stuffed with clothes that Cinna had made for her before he--

Katniss shook her head to clear it of melancholy thoughts. She had spent many a day mourning Cinna and his prodigious talent for creating things of beauty with needle and thread. She and Peeta had vowed not to wallow in grief and instead to remember and treasure the good memories and beautiful things left behind by the ones they had lost. 

Cinna had no doubt come to the conclusion that one day she would wake up and realize that she loved and wanted Peeta just as much as he did her, and he had diligently crafted several beautiful night gowns with more than just comfortable sleep in mind. But those Katniss felt had always been meant to be used on their honeymoon. It just didn’t feel right to use them now. 

Maybe someday, if Peeta ever decided to ask her again, for real....

Focus! Katniss told herself sternly, as she recalled Johannah’s advice. 

Since you’re not the type to casually tell a guy to drop his pants, you’ll have to get your intentions across some other way. It could be as simple as giving him a certain look, or even wearing something sexy to bed.

While Katniss wished she knew just what look to give Peeta to communicate her desires wordlessly, she knew she just wasn’t that good. Yet. 

So she cast around for ideas until her eyes landed on a shirt that lay on the floor of the closet, near the hamper. It was a plain white shirt that belonged to Peeta, that he often wore around the house and to sleep in. It was a piece of clothing that she often borrowed from him in the morning when she couldn’t find her own clothes and was too lazy to go hunting for them behind the bed.  

It was large and soft and comfortable. Plus, it smelled like Peeta. Like his skin and his bath soap and the lingering traces of his baking spices. Just heavenly. 

She undressed quickly and took off her slippers. Then she gingerly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, and she grabbed the shirt from the hanger and slipped it over her head. Nervousness and excitement flooded her body at the same time and her hand shook a little when she turned the knob to exit the closet. 

She found Peeta in bed. The main overhead light had been turned off and only the bedside lamp was on. Peeta was already reclining atop the sheets and reading a pamphlet about the new laws governing opening small businesses. His chest was gloriously bare and his gray cotton sleep pants hugged his trim hips deliciously. 

Now that the world had changed and she was convinced that she would actually get to keep him after all, she had stopped being so afraid of staring at him. 

She drank in the strong lines of his body. Every part of him was beautiful despite the lines of fire that licked across his body and left behind their mark. Now that he was hers, she could admit that just the sight of him made her want. Deep in her bones, there was something that ached for him in an ancient way that went beyond words, sometimes beyond thoughts. 

She just knew that Peeta belonged with her, to her, and she to him. 

He looked up, as if he sensed her, and Katniss felt her breath catch at the movement. The way his breathtakingly blue eyes roamed up and down her body made her feel a million things at once. 

“I love it when you wear my shirt.” He stated, his eyes catching on the naked skin of her thighs and lingering there before returning to her face. 

“I know,” Katniss replied, more confidently than she felt. She walked towards him slowly, just as Johanna had instructed, to draw out the tension. 

You gotta build the anticipation. Give him a naughty look and then walk over really slowly. Make his head spin with possibilities. Once you've got him thinking about sex you're halfway there.

Katniss heard Johanna's advice playing in her head as she tried to sway her hips seductively with each step. It was a good thing the distance from the closet to the bed was relatively small. 

She managed to make it to the corner of the bed before losing her balance. She covered up her stumble by leaning forward on all fours so she could inch her way towards him. He hadn’t seemed to notice her failed attempt at seductive walking.

Katniss watched as Peeta’s eyes darkened in real time, and his pupils expanded outwards to drink in the sight of her crawling across the bed to him. 

“What are you up to?” Peeta questioned, when she swung one leg over to the other side of his hip and sank down to straddle him. 

“I just wanted to try something.....” Katniss replied evasively, and before he could ask another question she sealed her lips over his and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. 

Peeta moaned into the kiss, his hands reaching out to bracket her hips and pull her down over him. Katniss sighed in relief. 

Kissing Peeta put Katniss at ease. It was something she knew how to do by now very well, and she took some time to revel in the softness of his lips and the tantalizing flicks of his tongue before breaking off and moving in a downwards trajectory. 

She kissed his strong, square jaw and down his neck, lingering for a bit over his pulse and nipping at his ear until she could feel him stirring beneath her. He was half hard by the time she kissed across his collarbone and by the time her mouth reached his stomach he was rocking against her subtly from underneath. 

She looked up at him from under her lashes as her hands moved to pull down the waistband of his pants, and his breath caught. 

She knew the image he was likely seeing was a new and unexpected one. She had helped undress him before, but not in this position, with her mouth so close to his cock. 

“Are you--? I mean do you want to? Katniss?” Peeta’s flustered questions made her cheeks heat, but the desire and hopefulness in his eyes was easy to read. 

Once you start getting each other naked cut the chit chat down to a minimum. When the clothes come off it should be all feeling. Skin on skin, the way he smells and tastes, the way he moans your name. The only conversation required should be some dirty talk. If you're up for it.

Johanna's voice reverberated in her thoughts. Peeta had often used her name when they were in bed together but he'd never said anything explicit or dirty. Katniss wondered if by taking this new step that might change things between them...

She wasn't sure if she was in favor of that or not. She’d never done any of this before but she thought there was a good chance that if it was Peeta who was whispering naughty words to her in the privacy of their bedroom she might enjoy it. 

So in answer to his question, Katniss just bent down and took the elastic band of his underwear in her teeth and proceeded to gently tug them down. 

“Shit, holy shit.” She heard Peeta murmur and his excited, almost disbelieving tone made her chuckle softly. 

With a little help from him, his boxer briefs came off quickly. 

Once he was naked, Katniss sat up and slowly inched his shirt off her body as well, leaving her only in her plain cotton underwear. 

Peeta groaned out loud, and whispered her name like a plea when her breasts came into his field of vision and Katniss smiled a small, secret smile, pleased that something so simple could affect him so deeply. 

But then again, didn’t he have the same effect on her? She looked down at his hard length, thick and swollen with want and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache seeing him erect and ready caused in her. 

She wanted to touch him, taste him, make him feel good. 

But all of Johanna's instruction went out the window the longer she stared at his erection. She forgot how to even start. 

How was she going to get it all in her mouth? And what happened if he thrusted too hard and made her gag? Would she throw up? Something gross like that could traumatize both of them. What if he wanted her to swallow? She didn't think she was ready to do that!

"Uh, Katniss? Where did you just go right now?" Peeta's voice broke her out of her internal spiral.

She looked back up at him, wide eyed and blushing in embarrassment. She hadn't even begun and she had already messed up.

"I'm right here." Was the only thing Katniss could think to say.

Peeta gave her an incredulous look.

"You know you don't have to do this. I don't expect you to go down on me just because I like to go down on you." Peeta told her in a serious voice.

Katniss cringed at the conclusion he had drawn. She obviously had been putting out some kind of signal that had been interpreted as reluctance. She felt terrible.

"That's not it! I really, really want to do this! Not just for you, but for me too!" She cried in frustration.

Peeta eased her off his lower half and sat up then.

"Okay, then talk to me. What's got you so..."

“I just…forgot how to start! I’ve been going over and over what Johanna said to do in my head all night long and I forgot the first part!” Katniss finally admitted, unable to look up from the bedspread to meet Peeta’s gaze. 

“You asked Johanna? For advice about…us?” Peeta’s amused reply ignited fury in her. 

“Because I don’t know how to do any of this…complicated sex stuff!” Katniss spat, and crossed her arms over her breasts. Peeta followed the motions of her arms and his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked momentarily put out by her covering her chest up, but he quickly returned his eyes to her face. 

“Complicated? What’s complicated about it? It's just you and me. It doesn’t matter what we do Katniss, as long as it's just us and it's because it's what we want.” 

“Yeah, you say that but what if I take too much of you in my mouth too quickly and I gag? Or throw up? What if I can’t find a good rhythm or I accidentally scrape you with my teeth?! Johanna said guys hate that!” Katniss argued. 

Peeta got that amused look back on his face. 

“Katniss, if any of those things happen, we’ll deal with them.” 

“But what if I’m not any good or-” Katniss continued pouring out her doubts.

“Katniss.” Peeta said more firmly, as he placed his hand on her forearm. 

“I won’t ask you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Nothing in our relationship is ever going to be forced or coerced for either of us again. Now, if this is something you actually want to do, we’ll take it one step at a time. You don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. It’s just me and you, and ours is the only opinion that matters.” 

Peeta’s words got through to her, as they always did and suddenly her swirling and confusing thoughts settled and her mind became clear and steady once more. 

“Lay back.” She asked him with a small smile, her confidence returning. 

Peeta looked momentarily surprised. 

“Please,” Katniss added and that seemed to move him. He reclined gently against the pillows and watched as Katniss sat between his thighs. 

She began to kiss the tops of them, her lips tickled by his coarse but nearly invisible leg hair. She reached up to massage his balls gently as she kissed her way up his legs, something she knew he liked from her previous experience exploring his body when she only used her hands. 

When her mouth reached the crease between his hip and groin the earthy, spicy scent of him grew stronger and she flicked out her tongue tentatively to taste him. 

His breath hitched at the tiny wet sensation, so near to where his erection was coming back to life. The closer she got to his cock, the harder he got. Katniss could practically feel the anticipation rolling off him in waves. He was probably imagining what her mouth would feel like on him. She was just as eager to experience it as well. 

She had been wanting to do this for him for a while. 

So when she kissed the last bit of space before she reached the base of him, she pulled back and looked in his eyes, to tell him just that. 

“Peeta, just so you know, I want this. I want to do this for you, and with you. You make me feel so good all the time. So happy, and safe. I just want to give this to you right now, because I want you to feel just a little bit of how happy and alive you make me feel everyday.” Katniss told him, and she only waited a second to register the look of utter adoration he gave her in return before she descended on him, laving her tongue along his length from root to tip. He tasted interesting. The fluid that leaked from his tip was slightly salty, but his skin smelled like his shower soap and that indefinable Peeta-ness that she associated with him alone. He was hot, and hard in her mouth, but his skin was so smooth and silky. She could feel his texture even better on her tongue than when he was in her hand. 

“Oh, fuck.” She heard him say in a shocked but pleasure filled voice when she flicked her tongue out to circle and dance around his head, so she did it again. Then she started exploring.

She licked him, without self consciousness, teasing around the crown of his head, along the path of his veins, in the crevice between his foreskin and his shaft, everywhere. 

Soon he was swearing to a long forgotten creator, and whoever was listening. Then she wrapped her lips around his tip, sealing him in the wet cavern of her mouth and he let out a groan so tortured and full of pleasure that Katniss felt wetness seep out of her body and soak her underwear. 

She hadn’t anticipated how arousing it would be to be the one giving the pleasure in this way. She did what felt natural, and added her hand to cover the rest of his thick shaft that didn’t fit in her mouth, and when she got a good rhythm down she began to add suction. 

“Oh! Fuck! Please suck it like that, please!” He begged in a ragged voice and Katniss obliged him readily. 

“Baby, you’re so good at that,” Peeta panted as he reached out to run his fingers in her hair. “I don’t know why you were so--Ah!--so nervous!” Peeta praised her and Katniss looked up at him through her lashes without stopping her ministrations. 

“Oh my fucking—Just look at you! Fucking beautiful! Sucking my cock so damn-ah-so-so-good!” Katniss felt her breathing pick up at Peeta’s words. 

So that was dirty talk? She felt her cheeks heating even more and her clit literally throbbing with need. She had to break off from sucking for a second to get her breath back, so she used her hand to keep pumping him. She squirmed on the bed restlessly before moving to straddle one of Peeta’s legs, then she resumed sucking him as she rubbed her soaked panties along Peeta’s thickly muscled leg. 

“Is this making you wet? Oh, god, Katniss…I’m gonna eat you out so good after this. I’m gonna fucking live between your thighs until morning. You just wait.” Peeta promised and it only made her redouble her efforts. 

She alternated between longer periods of sucking and quick pauses to lick around the head of his cock, never stopping the movements of her hand. 

Then she felt it. The change in Peeta’s breathing. The subtle angling of his hips. The more primal sounding edge to his moans. 

“Katniss, I’m gonna come, move baby,” Peeta said in a thick voice. 

Katniss suddenly, stubbornly, resolved to see things through. 

She knew what a little bit of him tasted like. Johanna had described the clear fluid that had leaked from his tip as precome. That hadn’t been so bad. So, Katniss thought she’d probably be ok letting him finish in her mouth. 

“Katniss,” Peeta warned, as he pushed back on her shoulder, trying to dislodge her. 

But she resolutely remained, bobbing her head and moving her tongue along the underside of his cock as she sucked. 

She wished she could have watched him as he got closer, but she got caught up in the moment and forgot to open her eyes, navigating mostly by the feel of his body’s responses and the sounds he made.

“Fuck, fuck! I can’t—Ohhh…..yeah, god, baby, take it. Take it all…..” Peeta moaned the words brokenly as he gently palmed the back of her head and thrust in just a little at the end. His cock pulsed inside her mouth and she actually felt each twitch on her tongue. Her mouth filled with each spurt of his cock, and it happened so fast that she could barely angle her mouth in time so that it pooled on top of her tongue instead of shooting down her throat. 

That was when Katniss realized that semen actually tasted different than precome. A little saltier, definitely thicker, and also slightly metallic? 

She had never tasted anything like it and it wasn’t actually something she was expecting, so while Peeta collapsed boneless and sated into the mattress, groaning, she gingerly got up and slipped into the bathroom to spit the stuff out into a towel, which she then promptly tossed in the dirty towel hamper. 

She looked at herself in the mirror after wiping her mouth. 

She looked flushed and bright eyed and slightly dreamy. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn she had been the one to just orgasm. 

At the thought of orgasm, Katniss felt a small proud smile creep onto her face. It widened into a full blown grin when she remembered just how enthusiastic Peeta had been and how much he seemed to like everything she did. 

Johanna’s going to be so surprised I went through with it. Katniss thought to herself smugly. 

She had actually really enjoyed herself, and she knew that the days of only giving Peeta handjobs were at an end. 

“What’s taking so long in there? The night’s not over yet, Sweetheart. And I’m nowhere near done with you.” Peeta’s voice interrupted her thoughts loudly. 

Katniss smiled again, as she made her way back to the bathroom doorway. She leaned against the frame and tossed Peeta a cocky grin before replying. 

“Right back at ya, Loverboy. I hope you’ve recovered there, because that was fun. And I might just want to get in a little more practice before I hand over the reins.” 

#everlark #fanfiction #lemonluvwrites #thg #prompt drabbles #my writing #everlark smut #smut #lemons #gbt #post mockingjay #pre epilogue

[liesmyth]

I'm nearly done with ACOWAR and like. I'm trying to care about Cassian and Nesta but honestly my most recurring Nesta ship thought is Nesta/Elain.

NESTA/ELAIN I love your brain so much! unfortunately I'm cold to negative on Cassian/Nesta, mostly because I think that Nesta is way too cool for the story SJM stuck her in, and everyone she interacts with does her dirty, and the romance is shoehorned... I'm a hater. Rescue my girl from that book and take her to warrior lesbians island

also this ask made me go look for all my goodreads updates while I was reading the Nesta book (court of silver flames) and here's all of them in order. I really was in the trenches. I remember I finished it & immediately went to look for fic and I found @flowerflamestars's ao3

July 8, 2022 - 1.0%

I must confess I have finished 3 of these books now and I still have no idea of what that Cauldron even IS. A real physical object, a metaphor for creation, a pocket alternate dimension, a TARDIS? Who knows bc I sure don't

July 8, 2022 - 5.0%

July 10, 2022 – 15.0%

Look, I love Nesta. I came into this book Very excited and all primed to have a good time, hyped up and ready to go!!

and then 3 chapters in I remembered that I don't really trust Sarah with the characters I like so picture me reading this book like a kid peeking through their fingers watching a scary movie, nervous af but needing TO KNOW

July 11, 2022 – 20.0%

I desperately want to like this more but STAPH @ all this bloated political drama about people I don't care about

gimme more Nesta or give me death

FINALLY things are happening that I care about

July 11, 2022 – 27.0%

Cassian saying "core" and meaning "abs" vs. Nesta hearing "core" and thinking about romance smut is exactly what goes through my head every time I listen to these audiobooks while working out

July 12, 2022 – 30.0%

everytime rhys gets mentioned in this book i roll my eyes the same way nesta does

July 12, 2022 – 32.0%

July 13, 2022 – 46.0%

Sabrina was so right about Amren and I hate it

(Sabrina being my friend who said to me early on: you won't like Amren's arc in this book)

Cassian sexing up (?) Nesta to bring her out of her trance, in front of all his friends whom Nesta doesn't like very much, is... aggressively Not my kink, wow

July 14, 2022 – 54.0%

I just think Nesta is really neat

July 14, 2022 – 60.0%

getting pretty tired of rhys & co arbitrarily deciding is cool to keep potentially life-threatening information from the women in their lives

July 14, 2022 – 60.0%

Rhys: she could literally die but let's not tell her FOR HER OWN GOOD

everyone else: you're such a good boss. saviour of everything. guiding light of this circle. sure let's do that!

July 14, 2022 – 61.0%

"Amren: dictatorship is sexy actually" — WTF is going on with everyone's characterization in this book?

July 14, 2022 – 60.0%

anyway, like. i'm sure as hell not reading this smutty supernatural fantasy romance with my critical brain turned on, but the way this book keeps trying to Make A Point about Trauma and Misogyny and Feminist Empowerment while being riddled with misogynistic implications is sure fascinating to behold. sarah janet. honey. have some self awareness i'm begging you

July 15, 2022 – 65.0%

Literally Rhys: Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the very real risk to her actual life, how absolutely dare, I'm scary murderous and I want her gone before I fucking kill her

All those absolute tools: This seems like a totally normal reaction to have! Rhys should be highest king, what a great dude

Me: actually do get Nesta out of the city she deserves better

July 15, 2022 – 66.0%

ok but seriously why is this book trying to make it seem like making someone aware of a potentially life-threatening medical condition is "an unforgivable thing". why sarah. why

July 16, 2022 – 78.0%

Death Queen Nesta is just really hot, methinks

July 16, 2022 – 80.0%

I unapologetically AM very, very into Eris/Nesta, actually

July 18, 2022 – 80.0%

“I want to take that road.” Her voice thickened. “I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two.” — AWWW GWYN!!!!! 😍😭❤️"

July 19, 2022 – 98.0%

this is so predictable and underwhelming :))

#gloriadenton #ask #acotar #book talk

[axewchao]

Bro, we need more Dalex and Darkrai moments, like, YESTERDAY

In which the runaway god receives his very first gift.

~~~

"Kurai! I'm back!"

The excited voice and hurried footsteps made Darkrai turn his head away from the clouds he'd been watching for the last few hours. The little human, who called himself Dalex, was running up to him with an unusual glint in his eyes. A strange rattling could be heard, though the god couldn't tell how the boy was making such a sound.

Sitting up with a stretch, Darkrai acknowledged Dalex with a nod and leaned back against their 'special' tree. "So you are. How was 'camp' today, little human?"

"It was good! We learned about bug Pokémon today! The other kids were too scared to hold this really big Wurmple, but I wasn't!" Dalex puffed out his chest in pride, making his eldritch companion chuckle.

"Very brave of you, little human. Bugs are a common fear amongst mortals, from what I have gathered. Though, such a fear is not without reason."

"'Cause, uh..." Dalex kicked his foot as he tried to remember the camp counselor's words, "'Cause Wurmple knows Poison Sting, right?"

"That's one reason, yes."

Dalex hummed, then shrugged, "But that Wurmple wasn't scary! She was really nice! She let me pet her and walk around with her and even sat on my head for a while!" The boy giggled to himself and bounced in place, the rattling sound hitting Darkrai's ears once more.

Now the god's curiosity was piqued. "What was that?"

The boy stopped, the noise stopping along with him. He titlted his head, "Huh?"

"That sound. Were you collecting river rocks again, little human?" Mortals and their urge to collect shiny things... Darkrai doubted he would ever understand the appeal.

Dalex gasped, eyes widening. "Oh, right! I almost forgot!" The boy suddenly grinned, reaching into his pocket. "I have a surprise for you!"

Darkrai raised a brow. "A... surprise? What do you mean, little human?"

"I made you something! Hold out your hand!"

Darkrai blinked, unsure if he should humor the boy or not. Whatever it was, it rattled, was made by the child, and was most likely small enough to fit in his claws. He tried to create a mental list of what the 'surprise' could be, but said list was left empty.

...Well, if the little human made it, then surely it was harmless, right?

"...Alright, little human. Let's see this 'surprise.'" He held out a claw, which Dalex steadied with his free hand.

"Oh, and close your eyes real quick!"

What. "What."

"Please?" Dalex's eyes were pleading, with a small hint of nervousness. Was he afraid that Darkrai wouldn't like this 'surprise'...?

"...Alright." Darkrai sighed, closing his eyes.

He could hear the rattling once more, and felt a number of small, round objects wrap around his fingers. The things were pushed down to his wrist, briefly tugged upward as if testing for something, then let go.

What was...?

"Okay, open 'em!"

Beads.

A set of shiny, purple beads, strung together into a bracelet. The beads reminded him of gems, but the lack of any detectable essence made it clear to the god that they either lost their power long ago or, more likely, were fakes. 

Regardless of the answer, seeing them filled Darkrai's chest with... something. He wasn't sure what it was. He was so stunned by the feeling, he couldn't look away from them if he tried.

"You... You made this for me, little human...?"

Dalex nodded, "Uh-huh! The grownups taught us how to make 'em!"

"I see... And what purpose do these beads serve?"

The boy giggled, "It's a friendship bracelet, Kurai! I wanted to make you one 'cause you're my friend! I got the prettiest beads I could!"

Friend. The word left the god speechless.

It was an absurd thought, really. The child had no idea what Darkrai was truly capable of, the terror he could and would always wreak on mortals at their most vulnerable, whether he wanted to or not. It was this fact that made Darkrai insist that Dalex never take a nap in his presence, lest the innocent child suffer.

By every stretch of the imagination, Dalex shouldn't have taken such a liking to the god, let alone offer him a gift.

And yet... he did anyway.

Darkrai recalled the Wurmple Dalex mentioned a few minutes ago. Unlike with Darkrai, the boy knew that the bug could've poisoned him at any moment, yet was still the only one amongst the children willing to reach out to the creature. He found the experience enjoyable, even, which was saying something given that humans his age were often terrified of such things. They were often terrified of a lot of things.

If... If he knew what Darkrai truly was... would he still...?

"D'ya like it, Kurai?"

Kurai nearly jumped, but managed to gather himself at the last minute. He looked up from the bracelet to Dalex, hoping his lack of a mouth didn't keep the boy from seeing his smile.

"It's... lovely, little human. Thank you."

~~~

Key Item — Friendship Bracelet A bracelet made of shiny purple beads, symbolizing the friendship between you and your little human. It's the first gift you've ever received, and you vow to take care of it.

...Okay, I confess, from the moment I decided that Dal would mistakenly call Darkrai "Kurai," I knew, I knew that eventually I'd start calling the damn guy "Lord Kurai." Kinda like how the Nobles in Legends are called "Lord" or "Lady," basically.

Don't be surprised if I start doing that the next time we see him =w=

#pokemon #pokémon #Darkrai #Trainer!Dalex #Dalex Rathmore #i'll admit I've had this idea in my head for a couple weeks- #but with UT at the front of my mind I never got around to drawing it. UNTIL NOW THAT IS- #the bracelet is actually inspired by one I have irl #it was a b-day gift from my aunt... that I accidentally broke some time after getting it :'D #but i was able to gather up all the beads and restring it :D #in all honesty i wasn't sure if I could make Kurai's bracelet any other color #since it's purple he can look at it and think of his little human friend while he travels the world! ^w^ #axewchaoscribbles #axewchao answers #something-old-something-new

[the-raging-tempest]

For Lariel:

16. What makes their stomach turn?

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 

For Zrise:

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 

DUJOUR! Thank you for the ask!! This one took me quite awhile because there are so many good ones!

What makes their stomach turn?

When someone disregards or uses their power to abuses others. Something that will make her especially angry to the point of immediate action is seeing people enslaved, exploited, oppressed, or dominated against their will. Those who are persecuted for things out of their control. Lariel is usually a quiet and respectful person but encountering this makes her see red and she will hear no excuse in trying to justify it.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Lariel would describe romantic love as passionate, the kind of love that makes you feel butterflies, that keeps you up at night. Makes you wonder what someone is up too. Romantic love is about loving what someone is now and what they will be. What they have been and what are not. A longing of two becoming one. Though she will freely admit this is also because she read about it. Rather than experiencing it.

Platonic love she would describe as worrying if someone has eaten enough food. Wanting to see them smile. Feeling comfortable and happy around them. They are the love you choose and continue to every day. A love of two separate but equal people. She would also say that ‘true love’ has both elements of platonic and romantic love. This is the type of love she most often and freely experiences as she can more easily take an observant role.

Familial love. She very much sees as the love you do not choose. You feel it as much against your will as romantic love but you are born into it. It is a love that is not freely given as much as it is freely taken. It is a love that is built on obligation and duty. A wish not to disappoint. A desire for approval. Someone who watches over you. A kind of love that does not mean you feel loved in return. Her bias is obvious…

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

This is a tough question. This one took me forever. Let me tell you. I think I will go with what she thinks about against her wishes. Not the memory she chooses if that makes sense.

I think Lariel doesn’t often actually think of memories as in specific events. More amalgamations of things. So often her memories bend and bleed together because she spent so much time in the same place doing the same thing. Over and over. She spends so much time in her head. This is why she collects objects and things. They are a way to better hold onto a moment for her. Letters or journals help her.

I think the one that she often remembers against her will is when she is sorting through and sees the letter Eithon gave to her. She saved because she was excited he said he’d come to celebrate her birthday. She ties that with the memory of holding onto it clinging. One of the few times she visited the chapel on her family’s estate. It is dedicated to Calistria but she prayed and prayed. The night after he died. Begging and begging. Falling asleep there and then she became quite sick from sleeping on the cold stone.

Why do they get up in the morning? 

This depends on his mental state. A lot of the time it’s just thinking about what he has to do. He needs something to do. Like what obligations he has to do. It’s that he doesn’t want to be asleep, or try to sleep anymore. I can’t remember if I’ve said it before but in the morning he’s a little robotic. Going through the motions of habits. Things he’s been trained and told what to do. If someone asked him this question in the sense of asking what motivates him he would very much not like this question. He’d get very defensive about it. There are times he even spirals when he asks himself. He really doesn’t like to think about it.

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

Such a good question for him. I think he believes he prefers a lie. Most moments where he feels weak and vulnerable he will happily take a lie. But I think they eat away at him. Slowly but surely. Especially if he knows it’s a lie. He’s built a lot of his life on lies. Often feels he’s made of them. I think the unpleasant truth would give him a worse reaction in the moment. But would overall be much more healthy for him. If you survived telling it to him…

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

Once again. I’m taking this as a memory they don’t intent to revisit.

Zrise does not sleep well. It takes him forever to fall asleep. And he’s often up early. He often has nightmares of the day he died. The memories are very vivid to him. Sometimes out of body. Watching himself be drown. Sometimes it’s dreaming he’s sinking and he can’t swim. Sometimes it’s just the force of his mother’s hand on his neck as his lungs fill with water. It’s why he hates sleeping. The memories of waking up in a strange and terrifying body that became his reality. One he was disgusted by. Sometimes its dreams about laying under the stars and waiting for his mother to return. Sometimes its dreams about Pharasma’s court. In horrible terrifying divine authority. He stands there dripping wet before he’s ripped away. Being told in attempting to escape he will face a fate worse than death when they meet again.

#oc: lariel #oc: zrise #ask #this one I hope is makes any kind of sense #my deranged rambling HAHA #thank you these ones really had me in a choke hold tbh

[distort-opia]

if batman and joker were to enter into a relationship, would it be clandestine? do you think either of them would want to tell others about it? and how would batman's family react if they found out?

If they were to enter a relationship... yes, I do think it would be hidden. Not that Joker would care much about that, but Bruce certainly would. And I don't think it would matter to Joker that much -- because he's possessive, and being the only one to know, sneaking around while everyone thinks Batman hates Joker, would excite him. Not to mention the fragility of things. Joker would know that pushing Bruce for anything like coming out in public would send him running instantly, and he wouldn't want to jeopardize what they had. Part of him would have the fun of his life rejoicing in people's shock and disbelief if they did find out, but it wouldn't be enough for him to risk the relationship.

As to Bruce... well. Getting into an actual honest-to-God relationship with Joker would take some very extreme circumstances (like the ones I wrote about in my fic, repetitio est mater studiorum). I don't think this in itself happening is OOC, because Bruce is quite selfish -- he's hurt members of the Family with many other choices in the past. But it would take some time and some more extreme circumstances for Bruce to want to tell them about Joker. This is something that might drive the Family away for good, and it's something he'd feel so much guilt and self-hatred over. Because, put very simply, the message a relationship with Joker sends to the Family is 'You matter less to me than the literal serial killer who harmed and killed you'.

But. I do think there’s more than one way this could go down, and I have many thoughts about it. Thoughts that got long, so for the health of everyone’s dash, here’s a cut.

So, of course the Family wouldn't react well, if they found out. Pretty sure Jason would try to murder Bruce’s ass (and who can blame him, tbh). Barbara would be this close to joining him, and the rest... I do think Dick, Tim and Damian could potentially come around, with enough time and explanations and justifications on Bruce's side (I’m doing it to reform him and to stop him from killing people! It’s all for Gotham’s sake!). But in the end, it would inevitably fracture the Family, and I don't even know if Bruce would put in the effort to make them understand or fix it. He might think he deserves to be shunned, so he'd act in ways that would cause the rift between him and the Family to widen, instead of giving them chances to understand and forgive. On top of that, the whole thing would make him angry and resentful towards Joker, so it might come out and screw things up on that end, too.

Which is why I personally think the only way to minimize damages and have the Family... reconcile with the idea somehow, is for Joker to make the effort, not Bruce. The fallout might be the worst it could be, but it also has the biggest potential to eventually convince them. Because, once the anger and the betrayal would begin to cool off... Bruce has had romantic relationships with villains and canonical murderers before. Hell, Damian's mother has killed plenty of people, with her sending a clone of him to kill her own son being (regrettably) a thing that's happened in canon; and Selina is definitely not a poster child for the no-killing rule either (her shooting Black Mask point blank is a pre-Flashpoint story that even got referenced in her run and is now canon, if I'm remembering right). The more recent character of Ghostmaker is an excellent example too. Just within the arc he first appears in, he kills dozens of people, and yet Bruce good-naturedly asks him to stay in Gotham at the end, only telling him not to kill again (Khoa is Bruce’s ex, you cannot convince me otherwise). And... well, the complicated relationship Bruce has with Jason, who has killed people, shows things aren't black-and-white at all, in this area. More objectively, the issue of Bruce being with Joker comes down to what Joker has personally done to members of the Family, it doesn’t come down to morality. Bruce has canonically proven he can work/be with someone who's killed people if they just promise to stop killing again, and the Family hasn't taken any issue with that. Or they've at least come to terms with it successfully. With Joker, the problem is the scale of his monstrosity and what he's done to people Bruce cares about.

But thing is, Jason and Barbara are acquainted with how insane Bruce is about Joker already. To an extent, all of the Family knows Bruce has a kind of weird relationship with Joker -- they just really like not to think about it. Barbara, for instance, canonically knows Bruce and Joker laughed in the rain at the end of TKJ, so I'm pretty sure everyone else does too. Not to mention all the times she asks Bruce to just let Joker die, but Bruce refuses. And Jason has had his freaking throat slashed because Bruce could not abide the thought of Joker dying. So... you know. I do feel that a relationship with Joker wouldn't blindside them; it would simply hurt like an absolute motherfucker, because it would be confirmation that Bruce cares less about them than him. Something Joker's been saying for a long time, and something he specifically drilled into their heads in Death of the Family.

But DotF is the reason why I think that, in the context of a genuine relationship, Joker should be the one to break it to them. Joker is the only one who can undo or mitigate the inevitable belief that they don’t matter to Bruce, because of the choice he’s made; not Bruce, who’s literally the problem. And not in the sense that Joker would apologize for what he's done to the Family and to innocents in general, because I very much doubt they'd believe him, and because it would not be honest. While in the moment and for some time after, they’ll all want to beat Joker to death, the fact Joker himself is making the effort to help Bruce will come into play eventually -- and this, in the end, is what could end up mattering enough. The relationship wouldn’t just come across as Bruce taking all of Joker’s shit to stop him from killing people, making Joker out as some kind of monster on a leash with zero agency in the matter. This way, it’d become obvious to everyone involved that Joker is an active part in the relationship, and a part who does genuinely love Bruce. And is willing to compromise with the Family enough to keep being with him, which would in turn send the message that Bruce needs the Family to understand so much it’s making the freaking Joker put in an effort. Oh, Joker would certainly be a manipulative piece of shit about it, and his genuine motivation would be a mix of selfishly preserving his relationship with Bruce (making sure he doesn’t leave him for them, which Bruce has pretty much done before) and Bruce’s peace of mind. But I do feel that, if Joker himself were the one to take initiative in this matter, the possibility of a positive outcome would be much higher. Not to say they’d all become one happy Family and Jason would buy Joker Christmas presents or shit like that, just that they wouldn’t actively try to murder each other on sight and Jason would not sever ties with Bruce entirely. (One of my favorite headcanons is that Joker goes ‘Look, I gotta admit, your beef against me is valid, and I respect that’ -- and then organizes an annual Joker-hunt. Aka, one day a year, Joker runs and the Family gets to hunt him down and do whatever they want to him, barring killing him. Jason and Barbara both get to really vent some anger this way. I do see a point system being implemented after the first couple of times, and whoever captures/harms Joker most accumulates them. And I think it’d just be so funny if Dick is the one in the lead, against all odds. Bruce finds out about this event only like five years in and nearly has a heart attack.)

...Also, I just find the idea of the Family all tied up in the Batcave, gagged and panicking out of their minds, while Joker’s just pacing back and forth wondering how to go about telling them so funny. “Kids, I’m fucking the Batman! His magical bat-dick is stopping me from killing people! Please keep all questions for the end of the session, thank you.” And then proceeds to explain. Can you imagine the chaos.

#thank you for the ask anon! #hope this was a satisfying answer even if I ended up ranting #can y'all tell I HAVE considered a sequel to REMS #but that realistically it'd end up focused on the Batfam just as much as it'd be focused on Bruce and Joker #just because the Batfam matters to him very much #(even if he's shit at showing it) #asks #batman #batman meta #bruce wayne #batfam #joker #batjokes #batjokes meta #my meta

[peppermint-rat]

I just realized it's officially been ten years since I properly left the mormon church. I don't remember the specific date because it was kind of a "I haven't believed any of this for a while why am I still going" but it did happen in 2013.

Escape-the-cult story time?

So, as I can with a few great things in my life, I can trace it back to a silly little comic series I started sort of by accident. It was about Left 4 Dead, specifically about me just barely escaping death by befriending the infected in cartoonish ways. It kind of really blew up unexpectedly. Suddenly I had an audience. I started doing livestreams and made close friends with many of the viewers.

Were those viewers also mormon? You can bet your ass they weren't. There was a good mix of queerness and transness in there. But everyone was still respectful of my mormon boundaries (kept swearing and really dirty talk to a minimum) so I found it really easy to be respectful back. Suddenly I was friends with a lot of people that the church told me would infect me with their wickedness if I tolerated them for too long. But you know what? Spending time with people different than you, seeing that they're just another human, seeing that they can become valuable people in your life even with the traits you're told to fear, it's very hard to keep thinking of them as wicked. At that point, you have to actively choose to sever these relationships that are making you happy and hammer that prejudice back into your head. And a lot of people do that! But I felt SO happy and SO loved, I just couldn't do it.

And all along in the background, my sister lived in Germany at the time and had a lot of time away from the church. This gave her space to read up on the ACTUAL history of the church and Joe Smith... and she was discussing her findings with me. I didn't really want to believe them, but it got harder and harder to explain things away.

Feeling relaxed around my non-member friends, I start joking like "Isn't it weird that I'm straight but I still get crushes on female characters?" And no one really rushes me to admit I'm queer, but they get really excited when I draw "joke art" of myself with those characters. And after a while, the joke wears off. I admit that these images of me with a woman give me happy fluttery feelings. But then my boyfriend at the time and my judgmental church friend and my other sister sees this, and they Don't Like It. But somehow, I don't end up feeling bad about myself - I feel disappointed that these people would judge me for loving this side of myself. I apologized/asked them not to tell anyone but inside went "You know what, I'm gonna start dating her even harder."

Started having/drawing lots more queer ships. Was pretty open about my fictional gay crushes. Flirted with my non-member female friends as much as I did my mormon friends, but they could actually flirt back which got me all flustered. And I loved it. I was worried about being queer in the church, but I wasn't worried about my soul. Letting myself be queer brought so much joy and love into my life, it couldn't have been evil.

Besides, it wasn't like I was gonna go out and have a queer relationship. It was all theoretical, right? Which is fine in the church. Hahaha.

Through a friend I made in my streams, I met someone who lived across the street from me. I knew of them, we were in the same graphics class in high school, and we were facebook friends. And I would look at photos of them and think "Man, that's the most beautiful person I've ever seen." But like. Totally not in a gay way, right? I won't be completely smitten with them when we start hanging out, right? Hahaha?

Nope. Instantly head over heels.

I came out as pansexual to everyone I knew. My mom thought it meant I was attracted to inanimate objects. My boyfriend (who looked at porn constantly and dismissed my insecurities about it) got upset because if I figured this out I must have felt attraction to another person, real or fictional (he got upset when he saw a totally sfw drawing of a pretty Homestuck troll in my tumblr likes). My dad said "I guess temple marriage isn't a priority for you anymore", and when I said "I never thought you would say that to me" he said "Neither did I, but here we are." Again, people taking issue with a thing I knew to be wonderful.

My parents sort of came around, at least to the point that they would not give me direct grief for being in a queer relationship. I broke up with my boyfriend (actually because I accepted that he was never going to join the church and we weren't even really friends, so what was the point). I was briefly in a relationship with a transmasc friend because I didn't feel like I could say no, but it's worth mentioning because since they were also Christian, I thought I could be with them and stay in the church, but when I realized that the church would never accept them into the priesthood because they're trans, it was a huge blow to my faith. Yet another "What am I even doing this for if I don't believe in it?"

We broke up because I was still in love with the person across the street. But here's where the shelf broke, so to speak, on my faith. I knew this person liked me too, but I was afraid to be with them, not only because it would be a queer relationship, but because they were a non-member and didn't uphold church standards, which I'd kind of just broken up with my boyfriend for. Remember that judgmental mormon friend I mentioned? I remember venting to her about this over Facebook IM, crying because I wanted to be with this person so badly, but how could it possibly work out? And she said, "It can't. :("

Oh. Ohhh. How fucking dare you.

It can't? Why? Because the church said so, and obviously nothing in life, not even my own happiness, is as important as obeying the church? I swore a blood oath to sacrifice all my happiness to the church or else I would burst into flames? This girl was big on the mormons-policing-mormons thing. Here I am in pain over wanting someone I felt I couldn't have, and she feels that the most important thing to do is make sure I don't entertain further temptation to disobey the church. That's the issue here - your friend is having gay feelings and they need to remember that's not okay.

Ha ha ha ha ha! Fuck you!

My sister and I decided to tell our mom together that we would not go to church anymore. My sister posted about it on Facebook, and our piece of shit brother (12 yrs my senior, would have been 31 at the time) said "Congratulations, I'm sure your parents are really proud of you." Because he's incapable of saying anything not horrendous.

I started dating the person across the street. And the relationship that "couldn't" happen has been going on for ten years now. Still completely head over heels.

Sssssuck on that!!

In short, yes, having lots of non-member friends can and will lead you away from the church, but not with their wickedness. They will show you how wrong you were for thinking that they were wicked, and by extension, how wrong the church is. And if you pull one thread, the whole thing comes apart.

#exmo #exmormon #long post

[exielimon]

Guess who said was not a writer and proceeded to write another thing?? that’s right, me. So, this is-

Forest song

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The night was chill and the air felt cozy, I was with the chain sitting around the fire and telling curious facts about ourselves.

“Seriously? call Epona, with grass??” The vet deadpanned to the sentence Twilight had said.

“If we were in my Hyrule I could show ya!” Twilight defends while Epona, behind him, flicks her ears at the mention of her name.

“Does it have to do with that instrument you hang around your neck?” Wind asks curiously, slightly looking up from the second bowl of soup he has taken tonight.

“Yeah, kinda”

“You can actually call her by many methods, I, for example, could play the same song with an ocarina” Time proudly states.

“Still, grass is not exactly what is expected to be included in the ‘many methods’ of calling a horse” I defend Twilight’s curious fact about himself.

“I can get the notes on a recorder. Play the song and I’ll repeat it” The traveller says suddenly taking out a wooden recorder flute from his way-larger-inside-than-it-looks-outside pocket.

“Oh- no, I can’t do that, that’ll alert m’ girl, and she’s so relaxed right now, I don’ wanna wake ‘er up” Twilight says glancing over his shoulder to Epona, peacefully resting against a tree.

“Awh, kinda wanted to learn the song” The traveller pouts, lowering the recorder and putting it aside to take another sip of his soup.

I look at the wooden object and something passes through my mind; a memory of myself playing Zelda’s Lullaby with a beige recorder flute a few weeks before getting tossed in this adventure with these nine heroes. What were the notes again? Fa, La, Mi… Fa, La, Mi… oh yeah, I remember the melody, I remember song of storms and song of healing too… damn I miss my flute… wait… “Hey, ‘Rules, do you mind if I try your flute??”

“hm? You know how to play it?” He passes it over to me and the rest of the group’s eyes land on me, which I don’t realize, for I’m too focused in my excitement, it’s been a while since I played my instruments…

I take the instrument up near my lips and stop to think what I was about to play, I know quite a bunch of songs, what can be good for this occasion?

.

..

…

The air whispers and makes the leaves dance above my head, there is a faint mist that swirls and hums a melody that is not comprehensible yet not less calming… reminds me of…

Lost woods.

So that’s What I start playing. Saria’s song; the melody that can be heard in the misty forest Time grew up in, the song that the skull kid played when Twilight arrived to get the Master Sword during his journey.

My fingers move, making different melodic sounds with ease as I close my eyes and feel like I’m back home, annoying my mother with the same song time and time again. Once I finish the song I open my eyes and chuckle at the memory.

“How do you know that song?”

I flinch at the sudden Time’s firm, deep voice, that one that people use when they’re confused and will end up in a negative reaction.

I let out a quite nervous chuckle and begin “Uh- well… history says an old hero used to play that song when he missed a certain person… it’s said that one can still go to Lost Woods and will hear the soft notes of an ocarina playing that song, along with a childish laughter, in certain place… I don’t know which, though…” That was the longest lie I’ve ever made up.

Damn I wish I could tell them the truth, but the idea of them starting to question their existence for being just game characters for me… yeah, I wouldn’t like that reaction.

Time smiles softly and lets out a calming huff through his nose —Dad Time was tense, glad he relaxed— “A good friend wrote it… along my fist journey, I could play it and I would feel like i could hear her voice…”

“Oh… that why is called ‘Saria’s song’?” time to play dumb.

“…Yes.” His face is not one hurt, nor of loss… but nostalgic. Ouch, sorry.

“Wait- a skull kid played it whenever I entered the sacred grove that guarded the master sword,” Twilight started “that lil’ brat attacked me with marionettes”

“Wait wait wait- a skull kid played it?? THAT skull kid is still alive in your era?!” Time exclaimed… the others are missing the way a faint smile is twitching on his lips…

“YOU KNOW HIM?!”

#lu fic #lu twilight #lu time #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu epona #lu chain #The musical notes are the ones I learned in spanish #And I am not sorry #lu oneshot