#testing sunset colours

[ssunsxt]

heres some meep morps

#sunset shimmer #adagio dazzle #maggie draws #eqg #mlp eqg #equestria girls #just testing colouring techniques n new styles hehe

[lunememes]

🌙 * ― 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 ( a collection of date locations and things to do with your date. feel free to adjust the prompts as needed! do not add to the list. )

a relaxing date

quiet night. our muses snuggle up together beneath a blanket on the couch or in bed and listens as the other muse reads a book to them. bookshop. our muses go to a bookshop and pick out books for each other to read once they get back home. console. our muses play a casual and fun game on a console together, requiring teamwork and strategy. park. our muses take a relaxing walk through the park together to talk and get to know each other better. spa. our muses go to a spa to treat themselves to a day of relaxation and pampering. movie. our muses go to the local cinema to watch a movie together, where they can snack on popcorn and be transported to another world. beach. our muses go to a warm sandy beach, where they can soak up the sun and dip their toes into the sea for a swim or a splash.

a fun date

pins. our muses go to a bowling alley together, where they can play a casual game or aim to have the highest score. wheels. our muses go roller skating together, where they can race one another or skate hand in hand for a more relaxed date. rink. our muses go ice skating together, where they can show off their moves or wobble on the ice and tumble in unison. swim. our muses go swimming together, where they can playfully splash one another, go down the slides or brave the wave pool. shopping. our muses go to the mall together, where they can shop to their hearts content and find a new thing to take home. ride. our muses go horse riding together, either separately or together, and enjoy the sights atop their horses. hole-in-one. our muses go to a crazy golf course, where they must overcome obstacles and get the ball to its end destination. laser. our muses go to a laser tag event and test out their stealth and aim as they try to hunt one another down to tag them. paintball. our muses go paintballing together and form up to be a formidable team or test their skills against each other. rodeo. our muses attempt the mechanical rodeo bull, where one muse must hang on for dear life or try to stay on together.

a delicious date

restaurant. our muses go to a nice restaurant, dressed up and treated to vintage wine and delicious food. fast food. our muses go to a fast food place, where there are no expectations and the company is all that matters. café. our muses go to a homely little café, where they can enjoy a warm drink and homemade cakes. truck. our muses go to a local food truck, where greasy but delicious food is served up right in front of them. homemade. our muses have a home-cooked meal, where one muse cooks the other a delicious and intimate meal. baking. our muses bake something together, sending flour everywhere and bringing out the playfulness of one another. picnic. our muses go on a little picnic together, a quiet patch of grass beneath the warm sun. cold treat. our muses find an ice cream truck and decide to treat themselves to a cold treat. sweet treat. our muses go to a desert place where they can get waffles, crêpes and brownies.

a nature date

zoo. our muses take a trip to the zoo where they can admire all the various walks of life and get the special privilege to feed an animal. wings. our muses visit a butterfly sanctuary, where the air is filled with colourful wings and life flutters all around them. feed. our muses visit a park with a bag of seed on hand to feed the local wildlife, getting to see them up close and personal. sea life. our muses visit and aquarium together, where they can stand beneath a tunnel of water and see sharks and fish swim overhead. sun. our muses find a clearing or a good vantage point to watch the sunrise or sunset together. stars. our muses lay beneath the stars together, where they can try to catch a glimpse of shooting star or point out the constellations. garden. our muses visit a botanical garden, where vibrant colours and fragrant flowers bloom.

an entertaining date

play. our muses attend a play at a theatre, where music fills the halls and actors perform on stage. opera. our muses attend an opera hall, where classical music takes people back to a different age. ballet. our muses attend a ballet showing, where elegance and grace captivates the audience. sport. our muses attend a sports event with the best seats in the house, where they can cheer on their favourite team and have a beer or two. concert. our muses visit a concert together, where the crowd raves to the music and joins in harmony. amusement park. our muses go to an amusement park, where they can relax on a log ride or risk it all with a daring ride. night out. our muses go to a bar where the drinks never end and the party goes well into the night. prize. our muses visit the arcades where they can try to win as many prizes as they can or jump into a stimulation game. old games. our muses have a fun and competitive go at old board games, where it could bring them together or test the strength of their relationship.

an educational date

pottery. our muses attending a pottery class where one muse helps the other to make a pot, hands on. paint. our muses attending a painting class, where they can gift one another their painting or paint one another. dance. our muses attend a dance class, where they can learn a few new moves and share an intimate moment. axe. our muses go to an axe throwing class, where a professional teaches them how to throw axes. museum. our muses go to the museum, where they can learn the earth's history, admire the artwork or venture into space. castle. our muses visit an old castle, where history lingers and people can peer into the past.

a medieval date

renfair. our muses attend a renfair event, dressed up for the occasion and enjoy the festivities. joust. our muses attend a medieval restaurant where they can dine, watch knights joust and have a medieval experience. ball. our muses attend a grand ball, where couples take to the dance floor and let the music flow through them. masquerade. our muses attend a masquerade ball, where masks shrouds faces and scandals thrive. feast. our muses attend a grand feast, where jolly laughter and mountains of food await.

an adventurous date

climb. our muses attend an indoor climbing place or brave the mountains, to put their strength and resilience to the test. camp. our muses take to the wild and set up camp in the woods, putting their survival skills to the test. sail. our muses go on a cruise together, where they can kick back and enjoy a nice cocktail on the ocean waves. lake. our muses brave the brisk waters and go skinny dipping together for some naughty fun. rapids. our muses go canoeing in the treacherous waters of a fast running river sky diving. our muses take to the skies and go sky diving, either together or side by side, and experience the world from above. slope. our muses go skiing or snowboarding together, soaring past the snow covered trees and gaining air with ramps.

an unconventional date

heist. our muses go on a more unconventional date and go on a heist together to bring home a new, shiny and expensive addition. fight. our muses attend a fighting match where adrenaline is high and cheers fill the room. rage. our muses go to a rage room and smash things together, letting out pent up rage and stress in union. graveyard. our muses visit a graveyard at night, where they can try to scare one another with a scary story or visit the dead. ghosts. our muses try to find the paranormal in an abandoned place, where spirits are said to linger. hunting. our muses go hunting together, but what exactly will they be hunting? escape. our muses go to an escape room, where they will need to work together if they ever stand a chance of getting out. sacrifice. our muses perform a ritual with the intention of summoning something, but is it for fun or is it something all the more sinister?

#date prompts #valentine prompts #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #inbox memes #ask memes #rp starters

[lvlyynim]

bestfriend!mark who’d remember your usual drink and pastry order so he’d have an excuse to crash your study session in the library.

bestfriend!mark who always has a spare charger in his bag whenever your phone is running low.

bestfriend!mark who would lull you to sleep with a few plucks from his guitar and soft singing.

bestfriend!mark who keeps small gifts you gave him and stores them in a cupboard box, calling it his memories box. (from the first movie ticket you two went together to the polariods of you and him)

bestfriend!mark who has a crush on you ever since 9th grade, you skipped school to take care of him when he was sick.

“don’t you have that very important history test? the one you spent weeks studying for”

“oh shush, you’re more important than that stupid test. now shut it and drink this”

bestfriend!mark who has a drawer full of his shit in your closet cause he’s constantly over at your place.

bestfriend!mark who would stay up all night stargazing with you from the small balcony.

bestfriend!mark who nearly burned down your kitchen, trying to make a sunny side up.

“you are never ever entering my kitchen again. at this point mark, you’re setting yourself up everytime you grab a pan”

“at least this one is better than the rest-”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT”

bestfriend!mark who always know when something is wrong and shows up with your favourite snacks and his hoodie.

bestfriend!mark who sents you sunset pics daily saying it reminds him of you. he’s also your personal weather forecaster.

bestfriend!mark who orders fast food and eats them with you in his car, in an empty parking lot.

bestfriend!mark who holds your hand in crowded places out of fear of losing you in a sea of people. (also your hands will stay interlocked for the whole day)

bestfriend!mark who’s your biggest supporter and constantly encourages to face your fears, reminding it’ll always work out in the end.

bestfriend!mark who dyed his hair blue after losing his bet with haechan (and it was probably the best thing to happen cause it suits him, to the point where you can’t stop staring at him)

“you look great with blue hair”

“hm? dang really?”

“mhm probably my favourite colour out of the all other ones”

“damn you liked it that much huh? is that why you keep staring at me?”

“shut up and finish your food”

bestfriend!mark who rubs his hand up and down your back whenever you two hug.

bestfriend!mark who stays sober if you two go out for drinks or during parties so he could take care of you in case you do too many shots.

bonus nsfw cuts

bestfriend!mark who jerks off to a photo of you almost every night before being consumed by guilt and shame. (and does it again the next night)

bestfriend!mark who shamelessly checks out anytime you wear something a tad bit revealing. (his favourite : you in skirts)

bestfriend!mark who finally had the chance to pour his feelings out to you and fuck you senseless afterwards.

“you have no fucking clue how long i’ve wanted this” you let a broken sob, feeling as if his cock is gonna split you in half with how deep he is. how big he is.

mark just chuckled at your disheveled state, legs pinned to your body, eyes rolled back in euphoria, body littered with his mouthwork.

“taking me so good baby, so fucking good” he’s losing it by the second. with how you’re clenching around him, he’s not gonna last long. your high pitched moans is a telltale sign you’re in the same boat as well.

mark was a gone man when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him deeper into your dripping cunt. leaning a whine of your name, he came hard. you took advantage and pushed him onto his back, straddling him.

wind knocked out of mark’s lungs seeing you bouncing on his cock, desperate for your own release. mark was choking on his sobs, his cock overstimulated to the point where he could cry any moment now.

“ba-baby please ngh please come please”

“fuck mark, i-i’m cumming”

it didn’t take long for the knot in your stomach to snap, orgasm washing over your body with a long whine of mark’s name.

#mark lee smut #nct mark smut #mark lee #nct dream mark #nct dream smut #lvlyworks #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #markie

[wheeboo]

meet cute: the pier | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which you choose to go to the pier for a solo date, not expecting to capture a cute man in the middle of your photograph. PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader GENRE: fluff, meet cute, first meetings, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 2.2k

notes: welcome to your meet cute with jeonghan!

← MEET CUTE MASTERLIST for the 1k celebration !

...the pier!

You barely remember the last time you had went to the pier. Just thinking about the times you climbed down to shore as the salty breeze messes your hair brings a wave of nostalgia of the summers you spent building sandcastles and collecting seashells on the white sands. A lot has probably changed since you last went, and the thought of bringing your camera along with you makes your heart swell with excitement.

Rummaging through your belongings to find your camera, you feel your fingers brush against the cool metal and smooth leather of the familiar device. The anticipation grows as you turn it on and test its functions, ensuring to see that it was charged enough before strapping it securely around your neck.

With your camera now hanging comfortably around your neck, you set out on your solo date to the pier. The weather is more than perfect, a fresh, gentle breeze carrying the scent of salt, and you notice you might be able to capture the perfect picture of the sunset gracing the horizon if you linger for just some time longer.

As the pier comes into view, the small, calm waves hitting the weathered planks below beckons you to come closer. The wood creaks beneath your feet as you walk, and you notice the changes that have taken place since your last visit, which was... some time long ago𑁋perhaps a few years back? You hardly remember.

New shops and cafés have been added around the area, their vibrancy adding a touch of modernity to the rustic allure of the pier. You see children run past you with large sticks of candy floss and ice cream, their laughter and giggles carried away by the wind. Couples stroll by holding hands and stealing affectionate glances under the dimly-lit overhead lamps.

Deciding to treat yourself to a snack first, you approach a nearby churros stand, drawn by the sweet aroma of freshly fried dough and cinnamon sugar being prepared with care. The line isn't too long, and as you wait your turn, you can't help but overhear snippets of conversations from the people around you𑁋like potential vacation plans for the next year, a few children whining about how they don't want to leave just yet, and shared moments of laughter.

"Uh, just one set of churros, please," You tell the worker and watch as they expertly maneuver the churros in the hot oil. The sizzle and the delicious smell make your mouth water.

Soon enough, the golden-brown treats are handed over to you in small bag, and you express your thank you, have a good day before casually strolling away from the stand with your churros in hand, feasting quietly on the way down the pier.

You politely greet some people as they briefly meet eyes with yours, a faint smile to your face as you quietly trudge to the end of the pier. The sun only continues to lower in your view, a contented sigh leaving your lips as the right amount of sweetness hits your tastebuds.

Finding a peaceful spot away from the crowds, you settle down on a wooden bench to capture the sunset beginning to unfold before you. Like a canvas, the colours in the sky blend seamlessly𑁋hues of pink, orange, and yellow painting a scene that seems almost otherworldly.

Setting your now eaten bag of churros to the side, you grasp your camera around your neck and turn it on before bringing the lens up to your eye. The beauty of the sunset comes into focus, each shade and hue illuminated by the descending sun. Your fingers move expertly over the camera's controls, adjusting settings to capture the perfect set of pictures.

Click after click, you freeze time, commemorating each passing moment as the sun dips lower into the horizon and the sky transforms.

Lowering your camera back down, you click through the countless photos you've taken. And its within this moment that you notice a small figure perched at the very end of the pier in some of your photographs. When you bring the camera back up to your eyes, you see that it's a man. His back is facing you, seemingly leaning over the wooden railing in thought and gazing out towards the vast ocean waters, with strands of his dark hair being blown by the wind.

Intrigued, you adjust your camera's zoom lens to capture a shot of his silhouette against the backdrop of the sunset. The camera clicks before you can think, capturing the moment without hesitation. When you bring your camera back down, your mouth opens in pure awe. The result is stunning, like a solitary figure lost in contemplation; it's a perfect addition to your collection of candid photographs.

You decide to take more pictures, finding your camera lowering ever so slightly after every few pictures to the mysterious man, even though you were more focused on taking pictures of the sky. But you can't shake off your curious thoughts.

However, as your camera momentarily slips out of focus, the man starts to turn around unbeknownst to you. You lower your camera back down in frustration to adjust the settings, and when you bring it back up to your eye, you're met with a surprise𑁋the man is now facing you.

Well, not exactly, more like facing past you?

It's with this that you get a glimpse of his face in the camera. Though a bit blurry, you're able to somewhat make out his features. His hair had become tousled from the wind, a small smile to his face that pronounces his cheekbones. He's cute, is the first thing that pops into your head.

Even if he wasn't looking at you, you immediately bring your camera down in guilt, a small blush crawling up your face. Your heart races as you realise you've accidentally captured an image of his face. You didn't mean to, and you certainly didn't expect to be struck by how handsome he is. Embarrassment and curiosity wash over you as you glance in his direction, seeing that he had turned back around to face out to the water again.

You bite your bottom lip conflictingly. On one hand, you feel a bit intrusive for capturing his image (and the other candid pictures) without his knowledge. On the other hand, there's a spark of intrigue𑁋a small voice inside you encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone and strike up a conversation.

The decision lingers in your thoughts, and after a few moments, you finally take a deep breath and muster your courage to stand up. You hang your camera back around your neck and throw away your empty bag of churros before slowly making your way to the end of the pier.

You listen to the waves hitting the shore below, hoping that it will settle the fast pace of your heart. It does just a little bit, but when you find yourself just a comfortable distance away from him, it begins to quicken once again.

And then you clear your throat. "Um... excuse me?"

Your voice catches his attention, and you watch as he turns around and locks eyes with you, which makes all your words swallow back nervously in your throat.

"I... I happened to have taken a few photos back there and noticed you were in some of them," You continue awkwardly. "and I was wondering if that's okay with you?"

His gaze holds a mix of curiosity and amusement as he listens to the way you stumble over your words. Then his lips curl into a playful grin.

"Ah, you mean you've been secretly photographing me this whole time?" There's a cheeky tone to his voice as he asks.

You feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, and you nod sheepishly. "Well, uh... not just you, I was trying to take pictures of the sunset, but yes, sort of𑁋I'm really sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to invade your privacy or anything."

He chuckles softly. "It's completely okay. Don't worry about it."

Some embarrassment still tingles at your skin, but his carefree attitude eases your nerves away. "If you want, I can delete them."

He tilts his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Actually, I'm quite flattered. Wouldn’t want that hard work to go to waste." Then a subtle smirk crosses his lips. "It's not everyday that you turn into someone else's muse, you know?"

You can't help but smile at his response as you settle right next to him, letting an arm stretch over the railing as if you were commanding the water below. "Well, I'm glad you're not mad about it."

He looks out towards the water, the last remnants of the setting sun casting a warm glow on his features. A brief silence settles between as you turn on your camera once again to catch a few more photos, yet you feel the man's eyes on you, and it's enough to make your hands feel a bit unsteady.

Breaking the silence, he finally speaks, "Since you've taken some photos of me, would you... like some taken of you too?"

You swear you nearly lose grip on your camera as you lower it back down and turn to face him. He gestures a look to the camera in your hands.

"I... Really? You'd do that?" You ask, some reluctance holding you back.

His smile deepens. "Of course, I would. Besides, it's only fair, right? It's just us here, anyway."

The last bit of his words make your heart race. You've always been more comfortable behind the camera, but there's something about him that puts you at ease.

With a shy nod, you hand him your camera. He takes it from your grasp, your fingers lightly brushing against each other, and turns it so the lens was facing you before taking a few steps backward. As he adjusts the settings, you find yourself stealing glances at his concentrated expression.

Finally, he looks up from the camera's viewfinder, gaze locking with yours. "Ready?"

You nod, trying to suppress any lingering nervousness with a small smile as he raises the camera and starts capturing some photos with a click.

"Relax your shoulders a bit. Perfect. Now look out toward the water. That's it, you're doing great," he instructs, but you don't catch the incredibly quiet pretty that leaves his lips.

As the camera clicks, you feel the awkwardness seep away. With each shot, you feel a little more comfortable in your own skin. You swear he's taking more photos than you did of him, but you don't seem to mind that much.

"Turn your head a bit to the left. Great, now look back at me with one last smile," he suggests, and you follow his directions willingly, the natural curves of your lips turning into a soft smile.

You steal a few glances at him while he works. His focus is unwavering, eyes fixed on you through the lens. It's a strange feeling—being the centre of someone's attention like this𑁋but with him, it feels surprisingly comfortable.

"Done." He lowers the camera back down. "Want to see the photos?"

You roll your eyes playfully, having the urge to counter his teasing from before. "Well, it's my camera, you know."

He chuckles at your response and hands the camera back to you, and you eagerly scroll through the photos he took. And... they're beautiful𑁋capturing moments of candor and smiles you hardly believe to be you. It's amazing how he managed to make you feel so relaxed in front of the camera.

"Wow, these... these are really good," You say in awe.

He shrugs modestly. "The camera loves you. You're quite a natural."

You feel your cheeks warm up to his compliment, and you mindlessly scroll through all the photos you've taken today, all while his gaze lingers on you for a few moments.

"I'm Jeonghan, by the way."

Tearing your eyes away from the camera, you look back up at him warmly. "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeats your name wholeheartedly, as if savouring the sound of it on his lips. "Well, Y/N, may I accompany you back down the pier? It's getting late."

This makes you look around to notice that the pier was indeed beginning to empty out of people, and you turn back to Jeonghan with a hint of hope. All it takes is a glance before you both start to make your way back along the pier, the sound of the waves accompanying your steps.

As you walk side by side, the conversation flows effortlessly. You share your hobbies, interests, and the little pieces of your life that bring you joy. You revel the shocked look to his face when you tell him you're not an actual photographer and just an amateur who takes photos as a hobby, revealing you're studying literature while learning he's studying political science.

When you reach the end of the pier, you feel a bittersweet feeling course through you. But just as you're about to voice your thoughts, he beats you to it.

"Would it be too forward of me to ask for your number?"

For the first time, you swear there's a hint of nervousness in his face that makes him more endearing. Your heart flutters as his request hangs in the air.

"Not at all," You reply, your own nervousness mixing with excitement. "I'd really like that, actually."

"Great," Jeonghan grins as he hands you his phone, and you type in your number in his contacts. "because I was hoping to, perhaps... take you out sometime?"

If it was possible for your heart to burst, than that is what you felt that same moment.

"I... I'd love to," You respond, a smile lighting up your face.

"Perfect," he grins. "I'll text you the details."

notes: this ended up a bit longer than i thought, but as u can tell i wrote this while craving churros

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[thestalwartheart]

May I ask for 00q and a 💛 please

Hello my friend! Thank you for the prompt. This was such a lovely one to fill.

You can read the fill below or on AO3. 💛

After a weapons test goes wrong in Q Branch, Bond spends a moment dancing with regret.

relief.

One minute and seventeen seconds.

James Bond has lived through a lot. He’s lived through seconds that felt like years and years that felt like fleeting moments. He’s seen people suffer. He’s seen plenty of people die; killed some of them for duty, and loved others to their death.

So, a minute should be nothing. He’s held his breath for longer.

“Q.” With the hand that isn’t holding his jacket to the wound at Q’s head, he cradles Q’s chin. Blood slicks the path of his fingers, then sticks.

“Medical team are two minutes away,” says someone. Not Tanner. Not anyone useful.

“Tell them to hurry up. They can take the bloody stairs if they have to.”

Two minutes. Christ, Bond's only been here on the floor for one.

He strokes his thumb over Q’s mouth. His lips are blood red now, stained from Bond’s messy hands. They’re a grotesque mockery of their usual cherry red, that colour for which Bond has never found an equal.

“Come on, Q. Wake up.”

There’s a pulse at Q's neck. That’s positive. Breath, too. Even better. All good signs. None of them do much to quell the frightful adrenaline in Bond’s bones. It’s been there since he saw Q land badly after his fall. No, not a fall. The body-flattening shock from the blast which—

“What the hell happened to proper safety regulations?” Bond barks. The techs around him flinch, but he doesn’t spare them another thought.

Under his thumb, Q’s lips are moving.

“Since when were you an expert on health and safety, 007?” A warm puff of laughter comes from his lips, and Bond doesn’t waste another second.

The kiss tastes like blood and cordite, and Bond’s own blood rushes to his ears. His pulse is on his tongue.

This wasn’t how it was meant to go, not with Q. He was meant to take Q out to dinner, wine and dine him, and see him in a proper suit. There didn’t seem a man in the world more in need of sweeping off his feet than Q, and Bond had intended to rise to the occasion. But as always, as always, the universe sought to remind him there just wasn’t enough bloody time for all the things in the world he wanted. There was only time for this. This kiss. This moment, holding Q's bloodied face in his hands on the debris-littered, dusty floor of Q Branch.

Q hums into his mouth, then winces.

Bond pulls back. “All right?”

“Mm. If I’d have known on our last field mission together that this was all it would take…”

Bond remembers his and Q’s last mission well. It was three weeks ago now, though it may as well be a lifetime. They’d spent days under the bright, arid haze of Rome’s summer sun, where Bond had, for once in his life, turned down a blatant invitation to sleep with someone with no strings attached. Because Q wasn’t just anyone. And Bond was, frankly, finished with starting things under a hail of bullets that were only doomed to fail.

Regret settles under his skin now. He wishes he’d given into the delicate warmth of Q’s hand on his knee. They could have kissed at sunset with the Colosseum to their backs. He could have watched Q drink his fill of Chianti under the stars. Everyone believes Paris is the city of love, but Bond has always preferred Rome. Vesper once joked it was the memory of all those strapping Roman soldiers.

Gently, Bond strokes his fingers through the dusty, greasy, sweaty mess of Q’s hair. Unbelievably, it still looks intentionally styled. “Don’t. I didn’t want—you deserved more.”

“Oh,” croaks Q. “To hell with what we deserve.”

With a weak fist, Q grabs Bond’s blazer and brings him down for another kiss. And this time, Bond doesn’t wonder about the paths not taken. He sighs and kisses Q back. Q will live a long life if Bond has anything to say about it, but if they only have a minute left together, then Bond knows how he wants to spend it:

With love rather than regret.

#00q #james bond #00q fic #my fic

[tinydefector]

Hi can you write smut with Rodimus x gn bot reader but make reader come off as feminine (i know you said that you not good with writing female reader), thanks if you do

Painted Sunset

Rodimus x Cybertronian Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, paint play, blowjobs, sex, valveplug.

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they try not to twitch under the tickle of the airbrush. Rodimus had a rather steady hand when it came to painting, they had requested his help with a new paint and colour scheme. So here they stood letting him paint their armour. "Roddy, how's my face?” they ask, optics shut as the speedster continues painting.

Rodimus chuckled lightly at their squirming, deftly adjusting his grip upon plating to provide better access to the area's he's painting.

 His touch remained steady, "Nearly done, sweetspark," he soothed, tilting their helm just to better catch ambient light glancing off the fresh coat. An appreciative whistle broke from his vocoder. "Lookin' scorching hot already! Might have to call Drift in for a second opinion, thinking he'll stall seeing you all colourful?" Rodimus grinned, mischief twinkling  in his optics as his field intertwined with theirs. 

 "Quite the masterpiece if I do say so myself!" He beamed, stepping back proudly. "Now go show off for Drift. betcha 20 shanix he'll blow a gasket out over the new chroma!" He teases, Rodimus himself has to back away so he doesn't ruin the new paint job. 

"Primus, and having the two of you drooling over the new paint, have enough trouble getting you to keep your servos to yourself normally" they laugh softly while looking over the new colours that shimmer off their arms, Having to stop themselves from touching It while it dries.

Rodimus grins, though pride swelled seeing their obvious delight in his craft. He sidled closer once more, field blossoming bright mischief as he trailed digit teasingly along gleaming metal. "Can you blame us for admiring fine art?" he purred, pede nudging playfully between theirs. His chuckle rumbled low and flirtatious, blue optics twinkling naughty promises sure to ruffle plating freshly painted. 

"Besides, with you all bright and flashy, how's a mech gonna keep his servos to himself?" Rodimus hums. "Fine art am I now Roddy, you better keep your servos to yourself or you'll be fixing my finish" they hum teasingly, not touching him but close enough that he can feel the venting breath from them. They are testing him to see if he would break so easily to touch them.

Rodimus' field flared in hungry heat at their coy challenge, He cycled an unsteady ventilation, optics darkening with smouldering intent tracking each shift as they lean back quickly. Rodimus holds back a noise knowing full well how thinned his self-control grew facing such sweet torment.

"Minx," Rodimus purred low in vocalizer roughened by pulsing want. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his servo as if to caress freshly-painted plating. only to splay broad palm mere inches shy of contact. His strutting smirk lost smugness, "Is this a game you're fit to win, sweetspark?" he rasped, charge pooling heavy between arrays drawn tight against swelling spike. 

If they pushed him further, he would shatter, and Primus help them both in the ravages sure to follow. "And I seem to be winning it already, why do you think I got you to paint me a test Hot rod" they hum while taking a step back waiting to see if he would try to follow, a smirk lingers on their lips, their hips sway slightly as they walk backwards. optics shimmer in mischief. 

Rodimus groaned pathetically as their teasing pedework drew them further from his desperate reach. His optics smouldered like twin supernovas, magnetic field crackling with ragged charge and wanton need. 

Cursed him for the idiot he was - playing into the seducer's hands like the hapless himbo fate made him. ”now thats just evil and you know it” he calls out. They had it out for him, So he did the only thing a fool in love could - thrust out his bottom lip in a playful pout, revving the engine to match the sway of those tempting hipplates calling his very name. 

"Awww, c'mon!" Rodimus whines putting on his best attempt at the sad cat face. "No fair leavin' a mech hangin' after workin' so hard on your paint! At least let me admire the masterpiece up close." He took a step forward, servos outstretched in plea for their frame to be in his servos. 

"And let you have a chance and mess up the stunning work, not a chance lover boy, doubt you could make it look this good if you mess it up" they tease, the light shimmering off the fresh paint. "Roddy don't..." they laugh getting ready to bolt from him if he tried to grab them. 

With a playful growl, he lunged, only to yelp in surprise as his thundering pedefalls met empty air. Whipping around, he spied them laughing form already dancing out of reach. 

"No fair outlier abilities!!" he wailed in protest, revving his engine eagerly despite the cruel tease now dangling just out of reach. 

With a cheeky grin, Rodimus gave chase"C'mere, you shiny rascal!" he hollered, field pulsing playful challenge. "Lemme love on that sexy paint...promise I'll be gentle...maybe...." Laughter follows as the two bots end up on the floor, paint smudging against both Rodimus and the floor as he pulls them into a kiss. Soft purred noises leave them as their servos run along his plating. "Roddy you're gonna ruin my paint if you haven't already" they whine loudly.

 Rodimus tumbled with them both end-over-end in a playful tumble as they kiss each other, hands caressing each other, tugging and pulling, plating clattering musically against the floor. 

"Mmm, worth it!" Rodimus crooned gleefully, His throbbing array stirred anew at the intimacy, swollen against their trembling panel. 

“your a nucence you know that” they shoot back, smeering paint across his chassis. It  only stoked Rodimus' raging desires higher. His field pulsed scorching heat, charge pooling heavy and thick between his grinding panels. 

"Sorry sweetspark - b-but you started it!" Rodimus’ servos caressed feverishly, mapping every sweet line bared only for his intimate study. Oh, how he craved making a proper mess of them. They eagerly kiss him, cupping the back of his helm, digits toying with his Audial fins. Smearing their colours across his Orange and yellow finish. "Worth having to re-paint me and probably yourself" they call out as they press against him, one leg hooking over his hip plating. 

Rodimus moaned helplessly into the ravishing kiss, fields entwining in dazzling feedback loops of molten sensory bliss. Their teasing touches along his audials sent a crackling charge racing down his spinal strut. 

"W-worth it, worth every second of it!" Rodimus coos face pressing into their neck cabling as he nips at it eagerly. His spike pressurised eagerly against his panels, a strangled gasp leaves him. thrust against their welcome form, grinding paint transferring. "J-just gotta touch you, sweetspark!" he gazed down at them eagerly.

"By Solus, make a mess o' me..." Rodimus caressed fresh smudges as if anointing sacred sacrament. "Your own fault pretty bot, making a mess of my paint" they call out leaning back onto the floor. Their optics shimmer and flicker up at him as they lay under him. "Better make it up to me Rodimus" they tease in a flirty tone, interface panel snapping open. 

"Ohh, I'll make it up to you sweetspark - promise!" Rodimus groans against their intake, grinding stained plating with delirious hunger. paint blend together so perfectly and across his own finish. Rodimus lapped ravishing kisses down their trembling frame, tracing each new colour transfer with loving glossa. His thumb teasingly rubbed circles over a still-damp seal, coaxing fresh transfluid to well eager tip.

"Gonna frag you so good," Rodimus crooned in a lovesick vow against the sensitive wires. “ then I'll paint you all over again..." whines leave them as his servos tease the seams of their interface panel. rocking into the touch as his digits tease them open, the their spike pressurises, valve leaking transfluid eagerly in response to his touches. 

His field pulsed adoring heat, optics tracking each delicious bead of fluid beading swollen node and aching valve-lips framed in smeared smears of your mingled hues. 

"Frag, lookit you..." Rodimus rasped, glossa flickering rapturously over straining spike head. His broad thumbs massaged deliciously at damp outer layer of their valve nodes, wringing muffled whimpers from their vocalizer. "Purrin' for me so sweet, so messy..." 

His own dripping spike twitched desperately, valve clenching emptily Rodimus seized swollen spikes in an eager fist, grinding his glossa desperate against their quivering node. They arch up as his mouth wraps around the spike, his Digits delving into their valve. 

desperate and sinful moans, liquid fire shot through Rodimus' circuits. His greedy mouth descended upon a straining spike like a man starved, engines roaring ravenous worship of divine steel filling his intake. His digits worked their slick valve with practised care, scissoring deliciously. 

"P-Primus, sweetspark - y-you taste incredible!" Rodimus praised raggedly around thick mouthful, He feasted like a glutton, valve fluids frothing his chin as his pacing picked up speed, Their valve eagerly clenches his digits, legs spreading wider, their paint was truly ruined at this point, smeared colours mingle on both of them and the floor. 

Rodimus moaned brokenly as their valve gripped his digits tight, the first ripples of overload shivering their eager frame. The sight of their spread thighs and ruined paint have him nearly losing control. Rodimus withdrew fingers from their quivering valve lips, surging upwards to seize swollen node between his lips. His straining spike throbbed desperately, tip already weeping transfluid. 

"Sweetspark-" Rodimus gasped in fervent prayer, optics wide and drinking Thierry ecstasy wracked face as if fuel. He moves quick gripping their hips, he aligned his pulsing spike, slowly sliding into their welcoming Valve. Once the two settle against the floor Rodimus set a punishing pace, 

Two became one beneath their riot of colours. Paint smeared frames in joining, Loud moans leave their lips as his hips meet theirs, the loud slamming of metal echoes in the room, paint smears on both of them. They pull Rodimus into another kiss. Meeting each of his thrust eagerly. "Fuck don't stop roddy don't stop" they moan, face pulling back before pressing into his shoulder plating. Legs wrapping around his hips. 

Rodimus lost himself in the madness gripping them both - their moans, tight embrace is his heaven, Rodimus pounded into them with passion, circuits alight at each slick plunge into their core, metal, silicone and carbon fibre parting in friction-scorched splendour to welcome him ever deeper. 

"Frag, your gorgeous," Rodimus praised raggedly, vents roaring out ecstasy. One final thrust, has Rodimus rutting desperately into them, their digits cling to his back struts keeping him as close as possible as overload takes them both. 

In the aftermath's bliss, Rodimus kissed them softly, both panting out deep ventilations.   Paint-smeared hands caressed away tremors, fields cradling together. They laugh as they lay on the floor under him. Pressing soft kisses to his face. "You messed my paint up" they chuckle while smearing more of it across Rodimus' face. Rodimus' faceplates scrunched adorably beneath their playful servos, nuzzling into them with soft kisses and a rumbling purr. His optics shone brighter as he gazes down at thier radiant smile, spark swelling fit to burst.  

"Worth it," Rodimus sighed blissfully, tracing gentle digits over newly combined hues dappling their gleaming plating. Lowering his helm to theirs, Rodimus vented a contented sigh, field pulsing waves of warmth and affection. "Love seein' wear your colours, sweetspark."  His thumb stroked their smiling cheek, drinking deep the intimacy and aftermath's lingering glow suffusing very wiring. Rodimus stole one final, lingering kiss. "Love you," he whispered, spark overflowing. "Till all paint fades and stars go dark." He hums against their lips. “getting sappy on me Rodimus?” They chuckle softly, cradling his faceplate. “hmm, guess I am” he purrs out softly. 

They lay there together, not caring that their paint was drying on him. “be my conjunx Endura?” he whispers softly running his servos against their face plating. “ your the only one I want, only you” he rumbles out. 

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #valveplug #rodimus #rodimus transformers #rodimus x reader #idw rodimus #rodimus idw #mtmte rodimus #rodimus mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #mtmte transformers #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #idw mtmte

[kxmisato]

♡ DISTRACTION — ELLIE WILLIAMS

↳ characters : ellie williams x gn!reader

↳ notes : i am in love with her your honour

↳ song rec : cherries jubiles by yukika

you’ve never really been musically inclined, the interest has always been there whether it’s been learning the piano, violin and even as far as playing the recorder that one time in the third grade (even though you nearly failed your test for your music grade). but you especially favoured the guitar.

whilst on the other hand, it’s entirely different for your girlfriend, ellie. regardless of her learning an instrument later and having less interactions with them than you have had, she is extremely talented.

anytime she picks up her acoustic guitar, strumming a tune, you’re enraptured immediately. she finds it cute, how wide your eyes get, the corners of your mouth turning up in a small smile and how you lightly tap your feet with the tune, even if it’s a little off key.

she knew of your interest in the instrument, which is how you’ve gotten to this moment right now. you were sitting in ellie’s room on her bed pushed up against the wall and under the window. she had posters littering the walls as well as pictures of her with joel, jesse and dina.

the orange of the sunset dusted the room through her window, setting the ambiance and complimenting the smell of ellie, a subtle vanilla musk with hints of sandalwood and pine.

“okay so,” she started and then lightly sighed. “babe, you’ve got to pay attention if you want me to teach you how to play.”

“sorry..” you mumbled out, still being slightly distracted by the way the her eyes looked in the sun and the freckles that were littered amongst her face. “i keep getting distracted.”

ellie was well aware that you were looking at her, it was easy to tell by the far away look in your eyes. but she wasn't about to feign ignorance, you had asked her to teach you how to play the guitar and she intends to do exactly that.

“y/n, you asked for a guitar lesson — not to stare at me, but i'm not complaining though.” she joked as she lightly bumped your side.

you shook your head and laughed lightly before turning to face her again, the guitar sitting in your lap.

“okay! so... how do i hold it again?” you smile.

ellie jokingly rolls her eyes with a smile then grabs your right hand, maneuvering it to be against the body of the guitar. then she moves your left hand to grab the underside of it’s neck.

“like this. at least this is how joel showed me how to.”

you nod and then look down at the instrument, your mouth forming a little ‘o’ then a small smile. you strum lightly, then look up excitedly at ellie.

“i'm a natural, huh? that didn’t sound bad at all!” you chirped happily.

ellie chuckles and then gives a quick peck to your temple. “oh yeah, you’ll be like jimmi hendrix in no time.”

smiling lightly at her joke and the affection, you crane your neck forwards swiftly to press a soft kiss on her lips. she reciprocates, her hands making their way under your jaw to press you further into her, not wanting the kiss to end.

eventually the two of you separate, resting your foreheads against one another and giggling to each other.

“you’re such a bad distraction.” you joke.

“i guess i am.” she laughs, pecking your lips once more.

“but you’re my favourite distraction.” you reply, feeling heat rise to your face.

ellie flushes red, the colour creeping it’s way onto her cheeks and the tips of her ears. “you’re so cringey sometimes...” she mutters shyly.

you let out a light chuckle.

“you love it though? right?” you ask.

“yeah,” she starts. “yeah, i do love it.”

#— kxmisato’s works #the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie fluff #ellie tlou x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams x you

[archoniluthradanar]

The test of a vampire : a Beauty and the Beast re-telling Part One

Please read chapters in order. It won't be a super long fic. Beauty and the Beast is a finite story after all.

The test of a vampire : A Beauty and the Beast re-telling

A farmer takes a rose from a garden, only to have the garden's owner catch him. He demands payment in the form of the farmer's daughter working at the castle. The daughter, Caterina, thinks she will not be there long, but in time, she may find she doesn't want to leave. What she doesn't know is the man acting as her employer is vampire. In fact, every resident at the castle is a vampire. Her employer has another secret, one she may be central to.

Marcus dei Volturi x female OC

Chapter One

The Debt

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Mario Cassiani was a modest man, a simple man. He owned a small farm outside Volterra's village where he grew vegetables that he would later bring to the village farmer's market to sell. His wife of 37 years had passed after a long illness, but he had his beloved daughter Caterina, who had just turned twenty years of age to keep him company. She was not only beautiful, but was also a great reader. He feared for her that some ignorant man would ask for her hand, and her intelligence would go to waste. Mario knew it was more difficult for women to get educations. Wives and mothers, that was the goal for most woman in the city.

Today was Saturday, and after kissing Caterina goodbye, Mario headed to the market, his old van filled with his produce. He hoped to get a good price for all his goods so that he could use a bit of the money to buy Caterina a gift. She was a kind-hearted young woman who asked for nothing of her father. She had taken care of him since the death of her mother, keeping their cottage clean and their meals cooked. As long as she was able to borrow books from the local library, she was happy.

As dusk approached, Mario was pleased to see his entire stock of vegetables sold. Before leaving, he checked the used book seller's stall to see if he could find something for Caterina. After browsing for a few minutes, he found a travel book of places to visit around the world. If she was not able to travel herself, perhaps she would enjoy reading about the places, and dream of making that desire a reality.

On the drive home, he saw the old Palazzo dei Priori to his right, the tower's fading shadow looming over the piazza below. He passed the old stone wall that extended the length of the castle grounds, and saw a hole. Through the hole, the branch of a bush had pushed through. On the branch grew a beautiful red rose. Mario knew Caterina would love the bloom, so he stopped the van and went to the wall. Surely the owners would not mind if a rose not visible from inside was cut. Mario did just that, pulling a small pocket knife from his pants and cut the rose as far up the branch as possible. Smiling, he walked back to the van, when he felt a breeze fluff his hair.

Standing in front of Mario was a tall man with long dark hair and dark eyes that glared down at him.

"Who said you could take my roses?" he demanded. "I saw you from my room up there." He looked up at the castle, where a window was built into the old stone wall of this wing of the castle.

Mario was afraid, but he tried to reason with the tall stranger. "I did not take your roses, sir. There was just this one sticking out from the yard through that hole. I didn't think anyone would mind. I only wanted to take it home to my daughter, Caterina."

"My roses are very important to me. No one may cut them without my express permission. You will have to pay a penalty for this crime."

Mario's hand began to shake. He offered the rose to the man, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry. Please, I will pay you for the rose, if you wish."

The tall man gazed at Mario, his eyes oddly lightening, but now appearing red. It must be the fading sunset causing the change in colour. Mario waited until finally the man spoke. "You say you have a daughter. How old is she?"

"My Caterina is just twenty years, sir."

"Very well. Bring her here tomorrow evening. Park at the back near the wrought iron gate. She will work off your debt to me, here at the castle. You may take her home when I say she may leave."

Mario was afraid for his daughter. Being that she was beautiful, he feared what this man might try to do to her if he found her desirable. And how long would she be required to stay here. "Let me pay for the rose, or let me work for you, sir. I will gladly toil in your garden or clean the castle. Please do not ask for my Caterina."

"It is decided. Bring her here tomorrow at dusk, or pay the penalty with your life. Go now, and spend time with your daughter while you can." As an after thought, he added, "You may give her the rose."

Mario bent his head to the man. When he had raised his head, he saw the man had left without a sound.

Getting into his van, he held in the tears he felt threatening his vision. It wouldn't do for him to have an accident while driving home. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes with one hand, clearing them so he could see. "My poor Caterina. What will become of you because of your father's unthinking actions?"

Once he reached his home, he went inside, and was greeted by his daughter.

"Hello, papa. Welcome home. I have your supper waiting." After giving her father a hug, Caterina fluttered around the kitchen, preparing their plates.

Mario handed Caterina the red rose, trying to smile. "This is for you, my dear. Oh, and this too." He handed her the book, wishing he had been satisfied with that.

"You must have done well at the market, papa." She looked at the cover of the book, and grinned. "A travel book. Oh, I love it. And the flower is so beautiful. Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek, then set about getting his meal on a plate, setting it on the kitchen table.

After washing his hands at the kitchen sink, he sat at the table and looked down at the plate of food. How was he going to tell his only child that she was going to have to leave her home tomorrow to work for some strange man in the village, at the castle of all places.

"Caterina, I need to tell you that the man who owned this rose caught me taking it, and now demands payment."

His daughter sat at the table, her own plate in front of her. "Papa, what do you mean you owe him payment. For a mere flower?"

"It seems he is very protective of his garden. I never should have taken it. And now he wants you to work off the debt he has in mind. You will stay at the castle and do as the residents say until such time they allow you to return home to me."

"Papa, I'm frightened. Why is this asked of me?"

"Child, I offered my services, but was refused. I even offered to pay for the rose, but was told no. I don't know what else to do." He took her hand in his. "I'm sure they will treat you well. They would not risk me going to the police if any harm were to come to you."

Caterina bowed her head, holding back the tears that wanted to flow down her cheeks. She held her father's hand with both hers. Trying to appear brave, she said, "I will do as you say, papa. I promise to make you proud, and don't worry. I won't allow anyone to hurt me." She gave him a wink and sniffled a smile.

Mario kissed her hands, grateful he had such a wonderful daughter. Forcing themselves to forget about tomorrow, they ate and talked about their day, the amount of money Mario had earned at the market, and why he chose the book he had bought for her.

The next morning, Caterina had packed a bag of clothing, unsure as to the length of her imposed stay. She imagined she could wash things out if she was there longer than she expected. The price of a rose in exchange for her labour could not be that long of a time. She had a smaller bag for her toiletries and her new book. She left the house, and headed to the driveway, her father already waiting for her in the van.

Mario was surprised Caterina was not crying. How brave his child was in the face of the unknown. "Are you all right, dearest?"

"Yes, papa. I will look at it as an adventure. I have never been out of Volterra, but...well, this is different at least." She sat looking straight ahead. She feared if she looked at her father, she would break down. "I'll be home before you know it."

The drive to the village didn't take very long, and he did as he had been instructed, parking at the back gate. A very tall man dressed in black was obviously waiting for them at the gate. When he saw Mario park the van, he opened the gate and waited for Caterina to exit the van while Mario gathered her bags. He handed them to the tall silent man when he held out his hands for them, easily carrying them as if they weighed nothing.

Caterina hugged her father one last time, kissing his cheek. "I will be all right, papa. Perhaps they'll let me call you." She stepped back, determined not to cry, and turned to the tall man. "I'm ready now," she said to him, following him through the castle's back doors. She gave her father one last look, blowing him a kiss, then went inside.

A/N : I love the story of Beauty and the Beast, and thought what it might be like if Marcus was the Beast, being a vampire, who meets a sweet loving young woman who would come to change his heart.

#marcus volturi #volturi fanfiction #the volturi #Beauty and the Beast #felix volturi #demetri volturi

[elysianeclipxe]

sunrise sights | genshin impact kazuha

genre/au: fluff, boyfriend!kazuha // warnings: nothing // wc: 0.5k

summary: you never knew the sun could be so pretty

sidenote: the burnout is real but i'm trying my best, still have an intense love for kazuha tho, he's just wow. also this like, tested my literature and poetic soul wth

Be it sunrise or sunset you never really paid attention to it. To you, the sun was just the sun. Nothing really important as all it did was bring in sunshine and heat, but that thought changed after he dragged you to see the sunrise one day.

It was weird at first, waking up so early just to watch a sunrise, plus it didn't help that your precious sleep was cut short. Still, you woke up and let yourself be dragged to who knows where by Kazuha. You kept on telling yourself to just humour him as it will end sooner if you do so. And you did. To this day, you are so glad you humoured him.

That day you saw a sunrise, was the day you saw the prettiest sunrise in the world admired by the prettiest person of your world.

"Do you see it now? How beautiful the scenery is as the sunrise shines on the sea. It truly is a wonderful sight to behold." He closes his eyes and breathes in the fresh air. You watch his body slowly relax and fall into ease, a smile crawling onto your face.

"It really is. This is.. wow!" You focus your sight back to the colours that paint the sky in the early morning. The mood right now is something you've never experienced before. It feels so peaceful and freeing, like it's just the two of you awake and living life in this world. No other presence detected, nothing else mattering. So you allow yourself to relax in his arms that he wrapped around you. "I want us to just admire this forever. Can we just stay here for the rest of the day?"

He lets out a light laugh at your words and shakes his head in amusement. "As much as I want to, we cannot. The sunrise only lasts for a moment and we have other things to attend to." He turns his head and seeing your frown he tells you something.

"We can always come back later for the sunset. Then we will wake up early once again tomorrow, awaiting the next sunrise." He presses a kiss on the crown of your head before continuing. "I guess that is the wonder of this world. How we are so busy with our own intricate things and yet, something as simple as a sunrise or sunset can distract us so easily, even for just a moment. It is so naturally beautiful that it makes you crave for a new day just to see it again."

His words are deep but so easy to understand. It gave you a new view of the sun. How it didn't just give sunshine and heat; how it also gave you a moment's peace and appreciation towards the beauty of life. "I want tomorrow to come so bad now!" You laugh.

"Patience, my love. Let the hours pass by first and when the sun rises tomorrow, we will be here again, waiting to see it." Oh how you love the sun. Not only is it wonderful to admire when it rises or sets, but it also gets you to admire how he looks in it. The sun really does him justice in this light.

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[sharararararara]

I see you...(Tsireya x Fem Metkayina reader) (ANGST TURNS INTO FLUFF)

Colour of test shows whos talking:

Tsireya:Blue

Lo'ak: Green

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Ever since you were a kid you had this feeling in your heart for Tsireya. You don't why you are feeling like this for the Olo'eyktan's and  Tsahìk's daughter but you can't help it.

When you became 14 years old you were head over heels for Tsireya, She is so pretty and sweet that you can't stop loving her.

Sometimes you think if Tsireya even likes girls? Maybe she only sees you as her friend?

Those thoughts became worst when the sully family came.

You saw how the youngest son of the Sully family looks at her, with those yellow eyes full of love.

Tsireya seems like she also likes Lo'ak.

Were you jealous? No...you can't be jealous! you should not be jealous! You already knew that she will never like you, why did you even think that you had a chance!?

your thoughts soon got caught off when you heard someone walking towards you.

When you looked to see who that person is, it was Tsireya herself, looking pretty as ever...

Hey, wanna hang out in our favorite spot! You and Tsireya found a secret spot when you guys wear 10 years old.

It was a cave filled with glowing crystals and plants. It was really pretty that's why it is you and Tsireya's favorite place.

Oh um- Sure why not?

Great! meet me there at sunset! Tsireya started to run off leaving you behind.

You just realized when Tsireya was talking to you, your heart almost came out of your chest

*sigh* Why can't I just confess to her already...

(Time skip)

You were going to the cave since it was almost sunset, you always like to go early becuase you don't like to keep Tsireya waiting.

While you were walking you hear a voice coming behind one of the palm trees.

At first you didn't mind it and continued walking but stopped when you heard Tsireya's voice.

What was she doing there?

After a few seconds you decided to walk to her because it was almost sunset and you guys can walk together to the cave.

Tsirey-

I like you Tsireya...

You paused...You heard another voice...

You walked towards the palm tree to see who it was and...

It is Lo'ak...

He just confessed to Tsireya...

Your eyes started to water, it was over for you...He just confessed to her of course Tsireya will say yes.

Lo'ak I-

You ran as fast as you can, away from Lo'ak and Tsireya.

You did not want to hear Tsireya accepting Lo'ak's feelings...

(Tsireya's POV)

I heard something behind me. When I looked back I saw her...

My (your name) running away with tears in her eyes.

I always had loved her ever since we were kids.

I loved her smile, hair, eyes, personality, and everything! She is perfect.

I'm sorry Lo'ak but I don't feel the same way I like somebody else but I know one day someone better will like you back.

Oh...it's fine Tsireya...

I ran to find (your name) I have to tell her what I felt before it was too late!

Even though Lo'ak is hurt that Tsireya rejected him, he was smiling, because Tsireya will be happy with someone she loves...

(Your POV)

(Your name) Please wait I need to tell you something!

What do you want Tsireya? I already know that you like Lo'ak...

I need to say something, please listen...

As much as you don't want to hear what Tsireya has to say, you decided to give her a chance.

What is it that you want to say Tsireya?

I love you (your name) I really do, I loved you since we were little, and I can't bear to see you like this...

You were speechless, she liked you? You can't belive your ears!SHE LIKED YOU?!

I...I see you Tsireya...

I see your too (Your name)

(Hope you like this fanfic it took me so long lol)

#lo'ak #tsireya x reader #avatar(james cameron) #sully family #fanfic #atwow #avatar the way of water #tsireya #femreader #Tonowari #Ronal #Neytiri #jake sully #neteyam #tuktirey #kiri #metkayina

[fourtyfourcatss]

Hi! Hi! I saw your message about the inbox that you had requested and am willing to do the matchups! For my fandom, I would like a Demon Slayer and Percy Jackson matchup just like how you requested. Let’s start with the basic:

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I sometimes follow the rules and can be serious if I wish to be but normally I like to goof off and break rules, adrenaline rushing through my body is just a different feeling I can’t explain. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I’m not that good at describing personality but here are a few kins if it is helpful : Navier, Mikasa, Regulus Black, Annabeth, Shinobu, Shoko ( Jjk), Geto etc.

Looks: I’m slightly chubby and have a pear body shape. Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. My clothing always consists of a dress of some sort. 

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking, Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance , Name hunting, Pinterest and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Slow Walkers, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Coffee, Snow and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like.

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

I hope this is enough information and I am soon starting your matchup too.

-> giyuu tomioka

✤ “stay a bit longer” running in the rain together, umbrella in hand, forgetting about the weather, too consumed in the sweetness of each other’s company.

✤ have you realized how bright a person you are? not only that; your values, how your eyes are when the sun lights them — giyu is lightly attracted by your first appearance in his eyes. the other hashiras saw his noticeable interest lingering on you - he was a pretty obvious guy contrary to his own exterior.

✤ you’re going to have to be the one to break his shell, and break it you do. its the type of love that builds up with time on sturdy foundations; charming him with little actions.

✤ how is your relationship? calm, but exciting. is that a contraction? perhaps. i’d expect the two of you to someday meet at the same place over and over again, basking in each other’s presence. it would be a sunset during late spring where the wind is still warm, and holding hands despite that.

✤ here is the thing; he isnt into physical touch at all. but then you grew on him. have fun dragging this giant teddy bear around now. hes so attention and touch starved he’ll be clinging to you whenever you allow him to.

✤ leaning down to land a kiss on your temple. sleeping in bed together. you’re watching shows: he’s watching you.

✤ well, you do anything and he’s sort of watching you. he’s just curious what you’re doing all the time.

✤ honestly he just likes everything you do girl 🙏🙏 down tremendously bad. he’s the type to fall first, then you fall, then he falls even harder. what a loser /j

✤ 10/10 comfortable and healthy relationship

ok its not because you kin annabeth. you actually seem cute together.

✤ to be fair, you already know how he is in love. here’s whats different: your dynamics with each other

✤ bickering. like, good bickering. no shade on the novel, but its, its really bland sometimes. HoO threw romantic quality of relationships out the roof. the loyalty is shown, sure. but you have the superior dynamic.

✤ overthinker x overly dramatic. elusive, inner chaotic x smartass. percy is eccentric, like off the walls sometimes, and you seem like that one person who gets a critical hit by his personality and grow a Weakness to his presence

#percy jackson matchup #demon slayer matchup

[sunshinebingo]

The Princess and the Knight

Chapter 11

A/N: This is the final chapter 🤭 Thank you so much for all the likes, reblogs and comments. Thank you for just reading this fic. I hope you enjoyed the journey and…yup…thank you (sorry I’m feeling a little shy rn) As always, a special mention to @headcanonheadcase and @shadowsxgwynriel. @trashforazriel this is for you too bb 😉❤️

Synopsis: The Princess and the Knight dance at the Autumn Equinox Ball before ending the night together.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: NSFW!!

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The honour of your presence is requested at the AUTUMN EQUINOX BALL to celebrate the coming of the new season with Her Majesty THE QUEEN and the Royal Family. The festivities will take place at the ROYAL CASTLE in the Capital of Sangravah on the 20th of September and will begin at sunset.

Sincerely,

Her Majesty, the Queen of Sangravah

……

Every new season brought with them new beginnings. Autumn, with its dying trees and cooling weather, was the time to let go of certain things in order to focus on what really matters. Autumn required one to trust the change. It promised that better days would eventually come. But the princess trusted her knight more than she trusted the season. That is why she devoted all her attention to him and only him, instead of everyone else in the ballroom.

They had both been nervous about making their first public appearance as a couple at such an event. Especially Azriel. But everything had gone better than both could have imagined. Perhaps the others had heard of the last one who had tested the princess and did not want to end up like him. Not that she would sentence anyone to the dungeons for not approving of her choice to be with a knight. Frankly she did not care at all. And neither did Azriel.

He had been awestruck when she had descended to stairs to meet him in the grand foyer earlier. Dressed in a big gown of deep emerald, Gwyneth looked every bit the queen that she was in line to be. Her dress was dusted in golden sparkles, with more gold embroidery along her cleavage that were a perfect match to those on Azriel’s black suit. The diamonds of her crown reflected every candle and fairy light in the room, making them shine even more than they already did on their own.

‘’You are a very good dancer,’’ Gwyn said in surprise as Azriel guided her through the dance on expert feet.

‘’Did you doubt that I was?’’ he asked with a teasing grin. They separated for a moment so he could twirl her around several times as they rounded the tree in the middle of the dance floor.

It had taken a while to put the giant tree there, but the efforts of the staff and decorators were worth it. It looked magical with its twisted branches that were close to touching the high ceiling. The fake leaves that it was filled with looked as real as the ones on the various trees outside the castle that were starting to change colour. Fairy lights were placed all around the trunk and branches to illuminate the dance floor and shine down on all those who had come to enjoy themselves tonight. Candles and chandeliers burned bright along the walls to further illuminate the rest of the room. More candles were placed on the elegantly decorated tables along with dried leaves and flowers in the colours of autumn.

The Queen herself had insisted that the whole castle must be turned into an autumn wonderland for the occasion. Knowing the Queen’s love for her balls, many of the guests had even come dressed in the new season’s colours.

‘’Is there any secret talent of yours that I should know of?’’ Gwyn asked her lover when they met again.

‘’There is,’’ he smiled down at her. ‘’But it’s best enjoyed in private,’’ he added. The blush that started to spread on her cheeks was brighter than the makeup she had there.

‘’That must be a bad talent if you don’t want anyone to see it,’’ she said in an attempt to subdue the heat rising inside her. To her delight, Azriel snorted which caused them both to start laughing. Even through their laughter, Gwyn noticed her mother and her aunt smiling at her as she and Azriel swirled past them. But she could not bring herself to look away from him.

‘’If I am not mistaken Gwyneth,’’ he brought his mouth close to her ear before he continued, ‘’You seem to enjoy my talents when we’re alone.’’ He pulled away just enough so that their noses were only inches apart.

‘’Maybe you could show me more so I can judge better.’’ Even through their clothes, she could feel his heart beat matching her own racing one where her breasts were pressed against his chest.

‘’I will,’’ he promised and sealed it with a kiss on the tip of her nose.

Gwyn rested her head on his heart. And when she moved her hands to place them around his neck, Azriel brought his own hands around her waist. The rest of the dance passed with them lost in each other. More people joined the dance, even her aunt had come to dance accompanied by the Count of Day. The music changed several times. But the princess and the knight danced mostly danced to the beatings of their own hearts.

‘’Azriel,’’ she looked up at him after a while. He looked down at her, matching her bright smile with one of his own. ‘’My Azriel.’’ She brought her lips close to his but did not move further. ‘’My knight in shining armour.’’

‘’Would you prefer if I was a prince instead?’’ he asked, brushing his nose with hers.

‘’I don’t want a prince,’’ Gwyn shook her head, the loose curls that framed her face swaying with the movement. ‘’I want a knight who will make my enemies bleed before carrying me into the sunset and fuck me until sunrise,’’ she added in a dramatic way yet low enough so that no one but him would hear her talk like this.

Azriel was unable to contain his laugh at her statement. Although he was used to it, her ability to say the most ridiculous things with so much seriousness always amused him.

‘’Well princess,’’ he said as he brought their bodies impossibly closer. ‘’I don’t believe there is anyone who deserves to bleed tonight.’’

‘’But?’’ she raised an eyebrow at him, knowing well that his thoughts were going exactly where hers already were.

‘’But I did promise to show you more of my hidden talents.’’

The grin that spread on Gwyneth’s face was positively devious. One second, they started swirling again among the dancers, and the next, as soon as they neared the closest exit to the dance floor, she was pulling on his arm to drag him away from the party. Azriel ignored all his fellow knights and guards that were on duty around the castle as he followed Gwyneth with a hand interlaced in hers. It did not take long before they reached her quarters and pushed the door to her bedroom open.

Unlike the rest of the castle which was bathed in autumn colours, this room still had an air of summer to it. The light blues and golden tones brought an additional warmth to her bedroom along with the lit fireplace.

As soon as the door was shut, Gwyn was in Azriel’s arms again, her hands tangled in his hair and her mouth exploring his. His own hands were already starting to undo the laces at the back of her dress. Her crown was quickly removed, more curls escaping from her updo in the process, and thrown on the small table next to the door. A few strong tugs and the laces were lose enough that the dress pooled at her feet. Gwyn stepped out of her dress and shoes and jumped in his arms, feeling his hardness already pressing against her centre.

Their lips remained locked as she removed his jacket and started to unbutton the black shirt underneath. He carried her until they reached the edge of the bed. When he was finally rid of the shirt, he lowered her on the mattress. Gwyn arched her back when he started trailing kisses down her neck. The stings from his small bites made her dig her nails into his back.

A loud moan escaped her when his lips closed around her peaked nipple. More whimpers and moans followed when he slightly bit her there too and continued playing with her breast with his mouth and teeth. He grabbed the other one in his hand and gave it just as much attention.

Meanwhile his other hand found it’s way lower until he reached her soaked underwear. He quickly pulled it off and threw it across the room. There was an urgency in his moves that made Gwyn almost tremble in anticipation. She lowered her hand and started to feel him through his pants.

She had had her hands on him countless time before. Yet it always felt as good as it did when she first did it. It was even better now that they both knew exactly what to do to send the other tumbling over the edge.

‘’Az,’’ she whined at the loss of contact when he started to pull away from her. He brought his mouth to her ear.

‘’Get on you knees for me Gwyneth,’’ he said and bit her earlobe. She did as he said, turning around to kneel before him on the bed. He smirked at the sight of the wet spot that had already appeared on the sheet where she was lying seconds before.

Gwyn turned her face around and looked at him with pleading eyes. She needed him to do something. Anything. Her breathing turned harder when he started to get rid of his pants. His eyes remained fixed on hers the whole time and she almost drooled when he finally stood fully naked behind her.

Azriel moved closer to her. He licked his lips and Gwyn felt herself getting even wetter when he started lowering his mouth right where she needed him. He winked at her before he parted her folds with his tongue. He inserted a finger inside her while his tongue kept swirling at her entrance.

Her moans turned so loud that the guards posted beneath her balcony were probably aware of what they were doing. Azriel put another finger inside, moving them in and out of her until her wetness was running down her leg. He would never get enough of this; seeing her like this, dripping for him and moaning his name like he was a god she was praying to. The heat inside her was enough to almost undo him.

Fortunately for his painfully hard cock, Gwyn was close. He curled his fingers inside her, hitting a spot he knew would make her forget everything but his name. His teeth sank into the soft skin of her backside. It did not take much longer before she shattered and came around his fingers. He removed his hand instead of waiting for her to come down as he usually did. And Gwyn understood why a second later when something much bigger pushed inside her.

The sudden feeling of his cock filling her and his mouth coming down to kiss her neck and shoulders was enough to immediately bring the heat inside her to new heights. She fisted the sheets while his hands held tightly onto her waist. The way his name sounded coming out of her lips urged him to go faster and harder. When he was moments away from spilling himself inside her, Azriel moved one hand down in front of her. He started to leave a trail of small love bites down her back while his hand circled her clit. He kept thrusting inside her, each push and pull bringing both of them closer to the edge.

Gwyn placed a hand over the one he had between her legs. She tried to speak, to beg him to make her come again yet nothing but whimpers came out. But he knew what she needed. He pressed his hand harder against her clit. A few more thrust was all it took before Gwyn was arching her back and coming hard. Azriel followed right after feeling her walls tightening around him. He bit his bottom lip so hard that he almost drew blood.

Soon, they both collapsed onto the bed. Azriel moved to the side and lied next to her. They both looked at the clouds painted on the ceiling while trying to regain control over their heavy breathing. But the room did not remain silent for long. The sound of their pants was soon replaced by Gwyn’s laugh. Azriel moved his head to the side and watched as she laughed with her eyes close. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was a little smudged. She was stunning.

‘’What is it?’’ he asked when she stopped.

She looked at him then and moved closer. She placed a kiss on his neck before nuzzling her face there. ‘’I love you,’’ she said barely above a whisper.

Azriel wrapped her tightly in his arms and rested his head on hers. ‘’I love you too.’’

She remained like this, wrapped in his warmth, while Azriel started to remove all the pins from her hair. Once it was loose, he ran his hands through the silky strands. He curled them around his fingers and watched how the light from the fireplace turned the copper even brighter.

“Az?’’ She lifted herself up to look at him. Gwyn traced the tattoos on his chest with a finger while he kept playing with her hair. He raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to keep talking. She replaced her hand with her lips by placing soft kisses across his chest as her hand swirled lower and lower. She hummed in approval at the way his body was reacting to her touch.

‘’You still want me to fuck you until sunrise?’’ he asked when she wrapped her hand around his already hard cock. Gwyn smiled. How could she not say yes to that.

And they lived happily ever after. The End!

#fairytale au #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #👑 #Some fluff #...some smut #...and that's it!

[ewrthings-race-repair-repeat]

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[autisticlancemcclain]

The night his parents died was far to beautiful to host such a tragedy.

It hadn’t been muggy, for the first time in weeks. A cool breeze had gently rattled his mother’s windchimes hanging from the front porch, rustling the light curtains pulled aside from the windows. The air had smelt sweet, and the clouds had been deep and colourful; the beauty of the moments before sunset.

He remembers his mother had looked so excited. The bags under her eyes — permanent residents for as long as he could remember — seemed lighter, somehow; maybe because of the wideness of her smile. She had her favourite dress on, the purple one with pockets.

He remembers his father a little less clearly, but sees him in his mind’s eye all the same. He’d had his beard trimmed, for the first time in a while. He was wearing his favourite bright orange Hawaiian shirt, which clashed with his mother’s dress so horribly it had made Rachel wince, but they looked so happy. So light, like the weight that had been crushing them — slowly, steadily, over the years — had lifted.

“What movie are you going to see?” he’d asked.

His mother had laughed, brightly and airily.

“Oh, who knows,” she’d said. “Whatever’s there.”

He and Veronica had exchanged a smile. He was happy for them. It’d been a while, since they’d gone out and done something just for them, just because they could. Because there was time, finally.

“We’ll be home in a couple hours,” his father had said, “no later than midnight. Lancito has a bottle ready in the fridge, it just needs to be heated a little. Remember, test —”

“Test it on your wrist, yes, yes, we know.” Rachel hadn’t even looked up from where she was running careful, careful fingers over baby Lance’s face. Caressing him, really. Baby Lance was staring at her just as intensely, making quiet little mumbling noises as his tiny fists clenched onto her fingers.

(Rachel’s closeness with Lance was a bit of a shock, to everyone. She had been the baby of the family for fourteen years until Lance came along, so there’d been some… concern. Would Rachel struggle with the new dynamic? Would she have trouble bonding with the new baby?

She had just been so… blank, when Mamá and Papá had sat them at the dinner table, sheepishly handing them ultrasound photos. She’d never seemed excited to shop for baby clothes, or build the crib, or touch Mamá’s growing belly. Never negative, of course not, but nothing passed neutral. Everyone had been a little nervous.

But the concern had been unfounded. The second Rachel had held newborn baby Lance in her arms for the first time, dark brown eyes meeting dark brown eyes, she’d sighed, this sound of total awe, as if it had been punched out of her. She’d hunched over him, protectively, pressing the gentlest of kisses to his head.

She held him as often as she could. She loved that baby. Mamá liked to joke that Rachel held that baby more often than she did.)

“Is Marco practicing?” Papá has asked, just as quiet violin started swaying with the wind blowing through the windows.

Mamá had smiled, turning soft eyes to the staircase.

“We shouldn’t interrupt him,” she’d said. “Maybe we’ll just go.”

“No, you should say goodbye. He might be all grouchy, if you don’t. Accuse you of playing favourites.”

Luis didn’t know why he said it, then, but he’s glad he did. He’s glad Mamá had laughed, running up to staircase with Papá to say goodbye to him, too.

They’d left, then, dancing out the door and blowing kisses behind them. Papá’s shitty Corolla revved a couple minutes later, squeaky brakes detailing his careful reversing out of the driveway.

Luis doesn’t remember the next couple hours. Everything’s a little hazy, in his mind, nothing concrete — it had been such a normal night, then, his brain had not thought to carefully preserve every moment. To detail every second, of the night that changed his life.

There’s so much he doesn’t remember.

He remembered Marco coming down to join everyone, at one point, practice over for the night. They watched a movie, although he can’t remember which one. Maybe Rachel remembers.

He knows Lance fell asleep, snuggled in Rachel’s arms, after she’d carefully given him his bottle. He remembers asking her if she’d like to set him down upstairs, give her arms a break, and she’d looked almost offended.

“Set him down,” she’d asked, “why would I do that? He’s fine, anyway. He’s a good sleeper.”

More of the night passed, things blurring in his memory.

He does remember baby Lance wrenching himself awake and positively screaming.

Rachel had startled, terrified she’d somehow hurt him.

“Is he okay?” she’d panicked, wide eyes watching Luis as he scooped him from her arms.

“His diaper’s chill clean, and he just ate —” Luis checked the clock. 10:48, it’d read. The numbers burned in his memory — “three hours ago. He shouldn’t be hungry.”

“Maybe he’s just bored?” Veronica had suggested.

Marco glanced at Lance warily. “He doesn’t sound bored.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Luis had agreed, rocking Lance gently.

“Hey, hey, mijo,” he’d cooed, “it’s okay. It’s okay. Mamá will be home soon.”

He’d wailed harder at the sound of her name, cries reverberating the walls and shaking the foundations of the house. Luis bit his lip. Lance was a quiet baby, and usually a happy baby. He’d never screamed like this before.

“What’s wrong, Lancito?”

He remembers that Lance had never stopped wailing. He remembers that Luis had tried calming him for almost a half hour before Veronica tried, thinking she might feel closer to Mamá, but it hadn’t worked. He remembers they’d tried feeding him, but he wouldn’t latch. They’d changed him, swaddled him, they’d even tried a warm bath.

Nothing.

“He’s gonna make himself bleed,” Rachel had sniffled, her own eyes wet. Lance had screamed himself hoarse, at this point, soundless, but his little body tensed with the effort of each wail.

“Neither of them is answering,” Marco had said, slamming the phone back down on the receiver. “I’ve been trying for fifteen minutes. Nothing.”

Luis turned tired eyes to the oven’s clock. 11:36.

“The movie theatre closed six minutes ago,” Veronica had whispered.

Luis had never felt more like the oldest sibling in his life. Holding his sobbing baby brother, unable to comfort him, with the rest of his siblings staring at him with scared, tired eyes, and he had no answers.

“I don’t know what to do,” he’d admitted, because it had seemed better than lying.

It had not helped.

He remembers that they’d sat there, watching the clock tick, Lance’s screams still echoing through the house, for 24 minutes.

“Something’s wrong,” Rachel had whispered, right as the clock struck 12. They’d all known it, but there was something about her saying it, making it permanent. Making it true.

The phone had rang, at 12:49 in the morning. Veronica had Lance, then, so Luis had been able to answer it.

He remembers that he didn’t want to. He remembers feeling dread.

“Hello,” he’d croaked. He hadn’t spoken in hours.

“Hi, is this Luis McClain?”

“Speaking.”

“I am so sorry, Mr. McClain. I have some unfortunate news.”

Luis hadn’t needed her to continue. He knew, deep in his chest, what she was going to say. He let her continue anyway.

“Your parents were involved in a car accident earlier this evening. They died on impact. They were just now ID’d. You are listed as their next of kin. I’m so sorry.”

He had known it. He had. But hearing the words punched the air out of him, stole the breath from his lungs. He heard Rachel sob, saw Marco press her to his chest. Saw a single tear drip down Veronica’s face, landing in a splatter on Lance’s head. Lance made a noise from his wrecked throat for the first time in hours, a warbled sob that seemed to take up all the air in the kitchen.

Luis dropped the phone, and it hung down from the counter, bouncing on the coiled wire. The woman called for him, several times, her tinny voice needling his ears. It took him several minutes to force his limbs into movements, pick the phone back up.

“W — what do I need to do?”

“…There’s an officer and a social worker here with me at the hospital. There are some affairs that need to be addressed. We need you to come here as soon as possible.”

“I have my siblings, with me. I can’t leave them alone.“

“You can bring them, if they can come.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He remembers that he didn’t bother to say goodbye. Just hung up.

“We have to go to the hospital,” he’d announced. He remembers that he hadn’t cried, yet. He remembers that right then he was just thinking about the next step.

“Okay, let’s go, kiddos,” Veronica had said. She’d herded Marco and Rachel to the car and buckled a still-crying Lance into his carseat, while Luis dug around for the minivan keys. He remembers that no one had sat in the front with him; Marco sitting with a desolate Rachel, and Veronica still desperately trying to soothe Lance.

He doesn’t remember the drive to the hospital. He doesn’t even remember the walk to the morgue. He barely remembers being led by a man, taller than him, to see his parents one last time.

(It’s hard to forget the faces of his parents, so drained from blood they were grey, except for the red splatters on their faces. The strange shape of his father’s face where his skull cracked on the steering wheel because of an airbag that didn’t work. The squished mess of his mother’s regal nose.

He wishes he could forget. He’s glad he didn’t let anyone else see.)

He had walked back to where everyone else was waiting, numb. He remembers that the social worker promised to come talk with him tomorrow, help make plans for a funeral and look at the wills and final wishes. He remembers wondering why it mattered. He remembers being informed that the time of death was 10:48. He remembers looking at Lance, baby Lance, who had finally passed out, little face red and streaked with tears, and wondered how the hell he had known. Had he felt it? A cosmic change, shift in the universe? How had this little baby known the second he had lost his parents? Because there’d been no other way to explain it, the endless wailing. The grief, he’d somehow experienced.

He had herded everyone back to the minivan, paying the $25 damned dollars for parking. He remembers that Veronica had sat in the front, this time. Rachel had fallen asleep, on the way home, head resting on Marco’s shoulder. Marco had spent the entire ride staring blankly ahead.

Luis remembers rolling down the window, the warm, summer-night breeze ruffling his hair.

It really had been such a beautiful night.

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#i’m so sorry. it gets worse #vld #voltron #luis mcclain #veronica mcclain #marco mcclain #rachel mcclain #lance #lance mcclain #baby lance #lance’s mother #lance’s father #lance’s family #my writing #fic #longpost #brown-eyed lance #tw car crash #tw death #langst

[starrypawz]

So I apparently had a prompt in my prompts list for 'kiss in a dream' but could not find the prompt list it came from or who sent it

AO3

He’s here again.  He seems to end up here a lot lately. 

A rooftop, during an orange sunset but it looks wrong, the sky is too clear, no smog. 

He turns and they’re here. That’s happened a lot lately. And he barely dares to whisper Ronan as they turn around and he waits with baited breath

(Sometimes they don’t turn around, sometimes they do and fracture into glass, sometimes they walk and he follows and he follows and follows and follows and he never catches up and sometimes… everything splinters around them and they both fall and he can’t catch them can’t catch them) They turn around. 

For a moment the mask is there, and then it’s not and their hair shifts, it stays wavy but first it’s short and a washed out green, then it’s longer , bubblegum pink with the side shaved (Even though they didn’t keep that colour for long it lingers) before it becomes teal, a half tied up bob and then the mask is back. 

And this time. He kisses them, or maybe they kiss him. It's hard to tell.

(Does it really matter anyway?)

They’re clinging onto him for dear life, shaking, blood in his mouth (His or there's? Can’t remember) smoke and sirens and then…oh he’s kissing them now, teasing, testing his luck, his head swims with just a little too much beer but they’re kissing back and chuckling (And he remembers that kiss tasted of sugar) … and they’re kissing him again and he hears summer wind blowing through trees… (That summer had seemed so long and yet so short) it’s him again and somehow they have him pinned against a wall, hand in his shirt and he takes yet another risky decision  (He can’t remember what the argument was about) a soft kiss not on the lips this time but on the tip of their nose and he remembers their laugh and and….

Ricardo wakes up in a bed that’s too big and too empty with a sigh and a bone deep ache in his chest and blinking away tears.

#starry writes stuff #fallen hero rebirth #fhr #fallen hero #sidestep ronan brown

[noraqrosa]

would y'all be into it if I made a series of posts about the songs that defined my year in 2023

i made a top 23 (not in order of ranking, in a purely personal order + one that should flow well for a listener), and if you're curious, here they are:

"Duvet" by Boa

"Colour Me In" by Broadcast

"I'm With You" by Grouplove

"Your Brain Fell Out" by Logan Whitehurst & the Jr. Science Club Band

"Starman" by David Bowie

"Fight Test" by The Flaming Lips

"Amnesia" by Chumbawamba

"Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games" by of Montreal

"少年少女" (Shounen Shoujo) by GING NANG BOYZ

"Fly Me to the Moon" by Yoko Takahashi

"謎" (Nazo/Mystery) by Miho Komatsu

"Already Here" by Odio-hime

"Decompose Me" by Odio-hime

"Expand Ur Mind" by izuku

"Sadeness" by Enigma

"Two Weeks" by Grizzly Bear

"May This Be Love" by Jimi Hendrix

"Astronomy Domine" by Pink Floyd

"My Jinji" by Sunset Rollercoaster

"Is it Cold in the Water?" by SOPHIE

"Songbird Leaves" by Zovi & Iggy Oddity

"Put It Back Together" by Fatboy Slim

"I'll Be Your Star" by Lael Neale

i have a lot i can say about all of these, but if you're curious, i made a playlist of it all on Spotify (i should make a YouTube version too)

#songs that defined my year #2023 #listicles #odio-hime #plural artist #trans artist #izuku #spotify #psychedelic art #electronic music #psychedelic music #psychedelia #i really just want an excuse to infodump #especially about music #Spotify