#the bunny ear look is an acquired taste

[gothicbabydollz]

I'm totally aware that it's not easter anymore, but I couldn't escape this thought. I wanna put on a pair of bunny ears and maybe a cute bunny tail and then have Eris fuck me into oblivion. (I know it's Azriel with the bunny nickname, but what can I say, I've got the hots for fireboy)

Thank you very much.

“Look at you.”

His voice startles you, jumping in your place on the bed where you’ve been patiently waiting for Eris to get home. All dolled up in a cute little outfit you know would make him jump you in an instant. “This all for me?” He asks as you crawl towards his outstretched hand, his eyes raking your appearance with the movement. The socks hugging your legs, adorned with cute little bows above your knees, they stop just below the hem of your white, flowy nightgown. His lips quirk when he admires the bunny ears sat atop your head.

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Eris now has you crying out beneath him, muffled mewls caught in the pillows, damp with a mix of spit and tears. You’re spent from the countless orgasms he’s already given you. Asking you to ride his face like the good little bunny you are or pressing down on your tummy as he’s knuckle deep inside you. It’s as if dressing up has set off something primal within him. And hearing the way he grunts out your newly acquired nickname, voice so low and husky, you want him to play with you all night long.

His cock fills you up so good, touching all the right places as he takes you from behind. He has you spread apart, allowing him to get the perfect view of the fluffy white tail nestled between your cheeks. Eris breathes heavily, occasional grunts slipping out as he focuses on breaking you apart. Giving you the thorough fucking you were clearly seeking out. He watches his cock stretch your cunt with each thrust, he listens to the sounds of his wet skin slapping against yours. You’re taking him so well, coating him in sticky white cum. He thumbs at your folds, just so he can get another taste.

Eris leans over you as he fucks you through your most recent climax. Trembling beneath him. Sobbing out moans into the pillow. He strokes the hair away from your face, turning your head in the process. He kisses the tears lacing your cheek, shushing you, slowly the pace of his hips to a slow grind. Yet his free hand slips underneath your body, fingers finding your sore and sensitive clit to keep the pleasure coursing through your body heightened. “So pretty like this, huh. My pretty little bunny,” He whispers against your skin, feeling you squeezing him in response. Eris hisses, “Fuckin’ slutty thing, aren’t you? Like getting fucked when you’re all dressed up for me. Want more, hm?”

He laughs at your muffled attempt to answer him “Wanna try that again, bun? C’mon, use your words f’me.” You weakly reach for him, fingers lazily tangling in his red locks. “Please!” You cry out as he presses on your clit, eyes squeezing shut. “More, more, more. Shit, please.” Eris seems satisfied with your rambled begging, sitting back on his knees to get deeper…

#drabbles ❥ #eris vanserra smut #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x reader smut #eris smut #eris x reader #eris vanserra #acosf eris vanserra #acosf eris #eris a court of silver flames #eris vanserra acotar

[fuckmymunson]

I just read your Sirius x Reader Ciggerete fic and why am I now lowkey curious what the 10x worse would be-

★ CW: 18+, dumbification, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, oral sex (m), overstimulation, cigarette and cum play. | Minors DNI

★ a/n: very nice question indeed... I tried my best! I haven't been feeling good these days, hope is okay!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The dark-haired man on top of you moaned, tugging your hair until the tip of his hard cock was hitting the back of your throat. “C’mon.” He spoke, with a hoarse voice, biting his lips rapt in pleasure, his ringed hand slapping the hollow of your cheeks, wet with tears and saliva. “You’re such a slut you’re enjoying your punishment.” Agreeing with him, you hummed, sending vibrations all over his length, making him pant. “Fuck.”

With a heavy moan, Sirius pulled you away from him by a hard tug in the makeshift ponytail he did. “Open up, pup.” He told you, and you were wise not to budge. Opening your pretty, wet mouth for him, sticking out your pink tongue, Sirius pumped himself a few times before white sticky, squirts of his cum bathed your face, the majority of it pooling in your tongue. “Don’t swallow.”

Placing your hands over your naked thighs, trying to ignore the miserable wetness between your legs, Sirius groaned at the sight. “So pretty…” Removing the cigarette from his lips, he leaned down almost gently, tapping it over your tongue, so the grey ashes and little crumbs fell on the pile of cum on your tongue, and then he spat over the mixture. “Swallow.” And you did, shivering at the taste, he hovered over you, pushing you over the bed.

Soon, your body was covered in bruises, bites and hickeys, and Sirius, who was far from happy, drew with permanent black marker all over your shivering body that he had acquired from Godric knows where. His precise calligraphy and elegant hand wrote all kinds of obediences on you.

Sirius’ cumdump. Daddy’s slut. S.O.B. Whore. Cum here. Hearts over your swollen nipples. His signature. Fuck me. Breed me. Use me. 

Then, he was pounding harshly from behind you, one hand pressed over your face, sinking your cheek against the crimson duvet and the other on your hips. His thrusts were merciless, and you lost count of how many times you had cum. Your body started to give up, letting him do as he pleased. 

Mumbling incoherences, Sirius laughed at the way you were lost in pleasure, he loved to fuck you silly, and overstimulating you was one of his favourite punishments. Pushing you over the limit over and over, until a particular hard snap of his hips made you yell his name, asking him to stop, another wave of ecstasy hitting your body like a tsunami.

He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. “Do you need to use your safe word?” He asked, kissing the shell of your ear.

“N-no.” You miraculously managed to say. 

“Then shut the fuck up and take my cock like the slut I know you are.” The quick change of attitude made you moan, weakly agreeing with him. You came again after a couple more thrusts, while his hand abused your clit again. 

After the third time he came inside you, your body was already exhausted, Sirius bottomed out when he pulled out, but quickly regained composure, satisfied with the weak mewl you delivered when he inserted the pink plug he loved to see, stretching your maltreated pussy. His hand ghosted over your tummy, caressing the sweaty skin. 

“Let’s not waste a single drop, bunny.” He purred, swirling his tongue over your reddened nipple. “Can you move?” He asked, brushing some hairs out of your tired, beautiful face, to which you nodded weakly. 

Sliding one of his old t-shirts over your head, covering your quivering form, he kissed your nose. “Bad girls don’t deserve to sleep with daddy.” He said, with an evil look, Sirius helped you to get down, next to his side of the bed, on the floor, kissing you goodnight and handing you a blanket.

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Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x you #sirius x y/n #siruis black x reader #sirius #marauder x reader #marauders smut #marauder x reader smut #i will call this dark ig #minors go away #omenhel's love letters

[interrogate-hawks]

who needs a hero when your idol is regina george

#hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #you can't fly with us #the bunny ear look is an acquired taste #on Wednesdays we wear tan #I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me. But I can't help it that I'm popular #mod Simba #pr rep simba

[animatedrapture]

RINTOBER: [ Achilles' Heel ]

word count: 2,222

suna rintarō x reader

tags: ambiguous end, implied major character death, angst, implied sexual intercourse, toxic relationship, detailed pain(?)

song: achilles come down - gang of youths

a/n: HALLOWEEN SPECIAL because... death...?

a HUGE thank you, once again, to my wonderful wife, love of my life, bby @toffees-main 🥺 for proofreading the final piece and preventing me from sounding like a dumbass like, twice. also, thank you to @newfriendjen and @kaitycole for beta-reading the initial draft!

"Rin, Rintarō, I love you!" You shouted from the bleachers; a proud smile decorating your features as you cheered for him right after he'd hit the ball to the other side of the net, securing EJP Raijin another point—so close to winning.

His gaze and yours were two opposites of a pole with a pull unparalleled—a pull science can only wish to decipher. He finds you as he rotates through the set up and there's a beam in his eyes, making him break out into a grin you just know he couldn't find it in himself to reserve for later.

That day, that match—Suna Rintarō was named the MVP of the game. He owed it all to you and the swell of his heart with each cheer he heard from you; your voice distinct as if it were the only one that mattered in that whole gymnasium. Perhaps, at least that time, you truly were all that mattered to him.

But not anymore.

The first—the first was the lack of replies, the dryer replies. I love you's met with Love you's and very little effort to hide the lack of sincerity beneath. It began through texts until it was the quick, snipped tone laced with the parsimonious manner he answered you. The act of it was much like an attempt to deprive you of water until you're but withering rose in his grasp that he would rather replace than try to plant again and save.

Just how long were you willing to go without the water you needed to stay alive?

"Rin, love, I'll prepare dinner for us tonight, come home early, okay? I'm cooking your favorite!"

"I'll try," was his reply as you watched each of his hasty movements through your shared bedroom.

"I prepared you a bento, too. It's on the kitchen counter," you continued as he attempted to ignore the way you looked at him similar to the way you look when you're lost and searching for something. He hums in response, and just as he was about to reach for the door, you call out to him, "Rin, where's my goodbye kiss?" in the usual tone you would pull back then when he would forget and pepper you with kisses in retaliation, offering an apology before heading out.

He looks back at you with exasperation, "I'm late, Y/N." He doesn't wait for you to answer before he has the door shut close.

That's how you know he also forgot the food you prepared on the kitchen counter.

Foolishly, the answer to the question was that you were willing to wait until your next life for his love to drown you into bliss again. It's that answer that's disrespectful to the mystery of reincarnation—but you're everything Suna Rintarō wanted you to be; that is, if it was a fool he wanted you to be, you would play the part better than any award winning actor to have ever lived could. Even if it was a miscreant he wanted you to be, some sort of heretic to the laws of the world and the conditions of love. You'd be everything he asked of you. After all, who were you if not his other half?

Who were you if not water to shape into whatever container he put you in, right?

The second—the second was the lies that slipped past such sinful crimson lips. Oh, by the heavens, as if the lack of fondness in the timbre of his voice as he spoke to you wasn't enough to put cracks to the cemented foundation of you and him. Cruel, it's so cruel—you wonder if you're lacking somewhere, have you changed? Are you no longer diamond in the sea of glitter—? Worth not of his time nor the beating of the caged heart you thought you've acquired?

Now when he speaks, even the very sound of his voice reverberates like a sharp spear piercing through your chest without mercy—as if you're Spartan in the Battle of Thermopylae. The lies that come along with them about how training ended late again, or that he's travelling for a match again—Huh? No, you don't have to come, Y/N. I need to focus.

Did he have to lie about who he's with, what he's been doing? It's laughable. As if you wouldn't kiss away the taste of anything that lingered in his lips, if it was blood, alcohol or the lips of another girl. Rintarō, did he not know you enough to know you would surrender to his will no matter what mud followed his footsteps?

Ah, but, what would admitting such things do to his pride? Maybe it's that—or maybe he liked the way the lies were like lemon and salt to a fresh wound. You think, you never thought you could be so masochistic.

Third—the third is the sharpness of his gaze. It's the same gaze, same pair of eyes you've loved for such a long time and you fail not to love to this very moment. You're softer than clouds but now most hollow in comparison to the unacquirable stars among the cosmos—you think they're there but they're just a burst of light, something that has probably died lightyears ago.

It's like chokehold, the fourth—the fourth is like chokehold and he, the assassin. Ruthless—he's ruthless when he looks at you as you're not more than a tedious chore to him and the ring on your finger held no promise of relentless love greater than what a deity could offer.

Foolish—you're foolish. Delusion is a coping mechanism to the ones whose realities have been robbed in front of them—delusion is what you're supposed to call it when you fill your head with all the excuses and all the things you tell yourself have to change. You used to be a masterpiece. A masterpiece to him; as though you're Holy Grail found in a gallery of things that could never begin to hope they would ever amount to you.

Delusion is ignoring the liquor in his lips, the intoxicating smell of his cologne mixed with alcohol and cigarette smoke. You're confused and your reality that seems to have been distorting more often than usual. You question the strings that premeditate fate when it's you feeling the drunkenness and hangover the next day when it should be Suna and the tabloids of "Suna Rintarō spotted in yet another bar." You wonder if each sunset and sunrise you watched with Suna was a mere fever dream when it's you who vomits on the toilet. You, who sobs on the bathroom floor.

"Sfumato," your friend tells you, "The gentle blurring of edges to make rendered objects appear as one with their environment." The edges blur when you call that delusion as love—you only have to wait long enough before both are truly one and the same. The pain disguised as martyr sacrifice to the greatest allegory of love to exist. This is what you're told. They say, "Y/N, you've confused love with delusion," and yet you don't listen.

You don't listen most of all when you're back underneath him but you feel like you're being bloodied all over, stained like wine to a white dress. Yet you allow yourself to indulge in the kisses he's abated you of, you revel in each time you ask him to tell you he loves you and he finally does as he luxuriates you of your desires and of your whines for love—nevermind that he was doing it for himself. After all, it is as the word suggests, a luxury.

Suna Rintarō had become a luxury you couldn't afford, therefore, he did not have any business of giving himself to you. Not unless he wanted to.

Is there such thing as a free reign over the heart of someone? Hand it over as they will but how long would they truly allow you to borrow it—? Borrow it because one never truly surrenders such a vital thing to human functioning. Yes, you are and you have been delusional to believe so.

"You own the entirety of my heart, Y/N," you're unsure whenever it echoes in your head. He brings you enough torture, why must your own brain create such clamor in your head. Was such pain necessary? Is pain to love much like Adam's rib to Eve?

"It's a promise ring, bunny," he said as he tucked your hair behind your ears—his gaze is intense, almost like you would disappear from his sight if he looked at anywhere or anything but you.

You stared at the ring that shone under the light of the restaurant, your vision blurring at the tears welling from your eyes and you try your best to choke in the sob that involuntarily escapes you.

"Hey, Y/N, what are you cryin' for?" He questioned with a chuckle, looking at you with amusement dancing in his eyes while his thumbs reached out to wipe away each tear that betrayed you—falling down your cheeks as he cupped your face.

"I-it's nothing, I—I'm just happy, love," you answer him through your tears.

There's a smile playing across his lips, he tells you, "'m just making a promise that I'll marry you one day, bunny, is all."

You nodded eagerly with a wide smile even as the tears that left you continued to fall, "I'm making a promise to say yes, Rin. No matter what," you answered him through your sobs, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Guess I should start practicing to get on one knee then, yeah?" He laughed as he pulled you closer, his arms around you, you giggled along with him—it felt like you were molded together to form one perfect piece, like the act of staying there for all of eternity, in each other's arms, would turn you into one. Entangled together in all the right ways—as if Rapture has befallen the Earth and that was your final state as did the universe.

The fifth—the fifth is the screaming, the fights. Who would have thought you would break like a mere twig stepped on in the darkest forest on this Earth? It was under his shoe did you break from; each word that left his mouth was scathing—they didn't feel like a stab or pins and needles to the human heart, they felt like burns of acid that slowly ate at your decaying soul, breaking heart, dwindling sanity.

"I don't get it, Rin! Why do you treat me like this?!" You screamed through your tears, your chest heaving as your lungs tried its best to support you, even when it's already been punctured by the shattered pieces of your heart that continued to beat in separate shards, digging further into your lungs, damaging your ribcage, piercing your throat.

"Please, God, just tell me what to do—Rintarō, tell me what I need to do to turn us back to the way we were, please," you begged, falling to your knees and you let the shattered items on the floor puncture your skin. You felt numb yet your whole body was buzzing. The pain from the pieces of glass from under you doesn't register in your brain because all you can feel is the pain that was spreading from your chest and out into your whole body.

Under his mercy had he turned you inside out and greedily taken every part of you—everything you surrendered on your own volition until you were nothing, not even a shell of yourself but more like a ghost floating through the air. It looked like a battlefield—and perhaps it was. Love was never something you come out alive from. Love was greedy, selfish, treacherous. Love is like an assailant you allowed to enter in the safety of your own home.

"Don't you get it? Y/N, I don't love you anymore!"

No. You think, no. No, it repeats in your head, over and over. Denial. You were in denial, at this conjecture, you were aware of even this.

"I stopped loving you long ago, Y/N. You were dumb enough to stay." Has he always been this truculent towards you? You wonder but you can't recall anything else but the echoing of his words. Words he used like a champion of the battlefield, liberating away the life of his enemies.

No. Don't say that. You don't mean it. No.

Suna thought you would be the arrow to his heel—the one to bring him to his knees in the most torturous of ways. In reality, maybe you were more his heel than the arrow. He was both Achilles and his actions, the arrow that brought him to his own demise.

Sixth—the sixth was sickening grief. You're so unfair. You're so selfish. How could you run away from him, only to scream his name and the tormenting shout of "I love you" that haunted him awake or in his slumber. How could you be so cruel? To let him fall to his knees in front you the way you made him to. Ruthless—you're so ruthless. The pain was the excruciating kind, crashing towards him like ocean waves bringing him farther from the shore and near to wherever you were now. How could you leave him like you did?

After all, what was he if there wasn't you?

📞 violet is calling... all content featured belongs to ©️ animatedrapture. do not plagiarize, repost, or modify.

#RINTOBER #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna #rintarou suna #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #;cloud #haikyuu angst #suna angst #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintarou x reader

[greenheartart]

Monster Food Theories (part 2)

(A multi-part essay because I love world-building.) 

In part 1 I discussed the theory that monster food is actually made from physical food that’s been infused with magic, and therefore monster food is limited to what can be farmed in the Underground.

In this next part, I’m going to springboard off that idea and talk about what foods exist in the Underground (and therefore what crops and livestock monsters likely have.)

The very first thing I want to look at is what food canonically exists in the game. I’m going to break this up into two sections...

1) Food We Interact With Directly (Healing items we can pick up and get information on.)

* Monster Candy - Has a distinct, non-licorice flavor.  Heals 10 HP. * Spider Donut - A donut made with Spider Cider in the batter.  Heals 12 HP. * Spider Cider - Made with whole spiders, not just the juice.  Heals 24 HP. * Butterscotch Pie - Butterscotch-cinnamon pie, one slice.  Heals ALL HP. * Snail Pie - Heals some HP.  An acquired taste. Heals one less than max HP. * Nice Cream - Instead of a joke, the wrapper says something nice.  Heals 15 HP. * Bisicle - It’s a two-pronged popsicle, so you can eat it twice.  Heals 11 HP. * Unicicle - It’s a SINGLE-pronged popsicle.  Wait that’s just normal... Heals 11 HP. * Cinnamon Bunny - A cinnamon roll in the shape of a bunny.  Heals 22 HP. * Astronaut Food - For feeding a pet astronaut.  Heals 21 HP. * Crab Apple - An aquatic fruit that resembles a crustacean.  Heals 18 HP. * Sea Tea - Made from glowing marsh water.  Increases SPEED for one battle.  Heals 10 HP. * Abandoned Quiche - A psychologically damaged spinach egg pie.  Heals 34 HP. * Temmie Flakes - It’s just torn up pieces of construction paper.  Heals 2 HP. * Dog Salad - Recovers HP (Hit Poodles.)  Heals 2/10/30/ALL HP. * Instant Noodles - Comes with everything you need for a quick meal!  Heals 4/15/90 HP. * Hot Dog...? - The “meat” is made out of something called a “water sausage.”  Heals 20 HP. * Hot Cat - Like a hot dog, but with little cat ears on the end.  Heals 21 HP. * Junk Food - Food that was probably once thrown away.  Heals 17 HP. * Starfait - A sweet treat made of sparkling stars.  Heals 14 HP. * Glamburger - A hamburger made of edible glitter and sequins.  Heals 27 HP. * Legendary Hero - Sandwich shaped like a sword.  Increases ATTACK when eaten.  Heals 40 HP. * Steak in the Shape of Mettaton’s Face - Huge steak in the shape of Mettaton’s face.  You don’t feel like it’s made of real meat... Heals 60 HP. * Popato Chisps - Regular old popato chisps.  Heals 13 HP. (Note:  I’ve chosen to leave the Hush Puppy off of this list, as its description refers to it as a spell.  I’m also excluding the foods that can only be found by digging around in the game files - Puppydough Ice Cream, Pumpkin Rings, Rock Candy, Croquet Roll, Ghost Fruit, and Stoic Onion.)

 2) Food We Only See, or Hear About Through Character Dialogue (I did my best to be thorough here, but please let me know if I missed any and I’ll add them in!)

* Hamburger  (For sale at Grillby’s) * Fries  (For sale at Grillby’s) * Cheese Fries  (Undyne likes them, for sale at Grillby’s) * Ketchup  (Found at Grillby’s / Sans’ Hot Dog Stand) * Mustard  (Found at Sans’ Hot Dog Stand) * Relish  (Found at Sans’s Hot Dog Stand) * Spaghetti  (Made by Papyrus and Undyne) * Lasagna/Ravioli/various other pastas   (Mentioned by Papyrus) * Brewskis (aka Beer)  (Mentioned in a prank call) * Sugar  (In Undyne’s kitchen) * Soda  (In Undyne’s kitchen / Alphys’ Lab) * Hot Chocolate  (Mentioned by Undyne) * Marshmallows  (Mentioned by Undyne) * Golden Flower Tea  (In Undyne’s kitchen / Offered by Asgore) * Grapes  (Undyne talks about Mettaton eating them) * Pizza  (Undyne and Alphys both talk about ordering some) * Limes  (Undyne mentions eating them whole) * Cucumbers  (Come up when Undyne and Papyrus talk about spa treatments) * Carrots  (Mentioned by Asgore on the tapes in the true lab) * Lollipops  (Papyrus mentions getting them from the lady who runs the inn) * Ice cream  (Mentioned multiple times by multiple characters) * Espresso (Mentioned by Red Bird at Grillby’s) * Cake  (Mettaton specifically breaks the ingredients down into SUGAR, MILK, EGGS during his cooking segment) * Artificial Ingredients and Chemicals  (Also mentioned by Mettaton)

(Note: I’m leaving edamame off the list because while Toriel mentions it, she does it as a joke because she’s after the pun.  It’s possible that monsters have edamame, or it could just be something she’s aware exists in the world in general.)

So! Looking at this list, and cross referencing with recipes to find the most basic necessary ingredients to make everything, I can break things down more neatly into categories of available food:

STARCHES * Wheat  * Potatoes * Barley

FRUITS AND VEGETABLES  * Apples * Grapes * Limes * Tomatoes * Cucumbers * Spinach PROTEIN AND DAIRY * Snails * Water sausages * Eggs * Milk 

HERBS AND SPICES * Cinnamon * Mustard Seed

MISC * Salt * Sugar * Oil  * Coffee * Chocolate * Assorted artificial ingredients and chemicals  * Golden flowers (unique to the Underground?) * Hops (only because of the mention of “brewskis”)

(Note: I’m excluding a few healing items from contributing to this list.  The Astronaut Food’s origin is nebulous - it sounds like it could possibly be human food that fell from the surface and landed in the dump.  Temmie Flakes are construction paper and not actually food, even if they are technically consumable.  Dog Salad is clearly an outlier and should not be counted.)

When broken down to its base components, it’s a pretty small list.  Monsters don’t seem to have a lot to work with.

A lot of their foods revolve around the same few staple ingredients: Flour, eggs, sugar, and milk products.  From that we can take a guess that there are wheat fields somewhere in the Underground.  Likewise, they likely keep chickens as well for eggs (though other birds like ducks might be a possibility too.)  Sugar and milk have more options.  Sugar might come from sugar cane or sugar beets, while milk could come from a variety of animals, but I think goats or sheep are more likely than cows for a variety of reasons (mainly that cows might be too much of a resource drain to support long term.)

Interestingly, we never get any indication that monsters eat animals besides snails.  The information we get on the hot dogs and steak make it clear that they’re not made out of meat (and if the steaks aren’t meat, it feels reasonable that the hamburgers aren’t either.)  This makes sense, since the Underground has limited space and resources and might not be able to support farms dedicated to raising animals for meat, and/or might not be able to meet the demands of a populace that wants to eat meat regularly.  If it’s eaten at all, meat might be a rare treat.  Otherwise, it looks like the monster population could be largely vegetarian.  

With a basic list of crops, we can also make a guess at what sort of alcohols might be available in Grillby’s bar. Monsters have apples, grapes, potatoes, and sugar, so we can guess that in addition to beer (since it gets mentioned specifically), monsters could also have hard cider, wine, brandy, whisky, rum, vodka, and moonshine. 

If we want to be a bit more generous and include possible foods and foods that didn’t quite make it officially into the game, we can add back in edamame, pumpkins, and onions.

And, just for fun and going off of nothing except the environment of the game, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to think monsters might be able to round out their pantries with a few other foods that occur naturally in the caverns.  Mushrooms show up in the damper areas of the game, so it’s not far fetched to think that there might be a few edible varieties available. Likewise, we see streams and marshes in Waterfall that support life.  It’s possible that there are fish, crayfish, or shellfish living in there, or possibly other edible plants besides the water sausage.  

This went a bit longer than I originally planned, so in the next part I’ll talk about what might make monster food inherently different from human food (even without monsters intentionally doing anything to it), and possibly theories about how and why monsters ended up with this specific, limited variety of foods they seem to be working off of.

#writing things #game theory #undertale #all of this because I got to wondering whether or not monsters would know about tequila or not in a story I'm writing #hahaha

[honnybunnie]

Of course! A event or party hosted by Diavolo is sure to be be grand. when you say their color, im hoping the color they usually wear or the colors they have on during their demon forms.

I apologize for how long it took, I can’t go in blind, I had to design some clothes to get a better picture of the fancy outfits<3 <3

Lucifer:

There were only 2 reasons you decided to work the party. Diavolo offered to pay for your service, and second once you saw Barbatos display your outfit it became motivation. Lucifer along with Diavolo was the talk of these parties. Even with all seven brothers you weren’t even able to attend a party with a date, so it didn’t hurt to work at a party.

This party was to celebrate Lucifer’s thousands of years of serving as Diavolo’s loyal friend.

You Stood there welcoming the guests with a bow. The guests smitten by the attire that draped your body. A white laced choker with a red bow, White corset in addition to a red blazer with stilted tails in the back, tight high waist black pants with a damark pattern. The last detail was the red peacock feathers embellished with black and gold eyes. Diavolo acknowledged that even his wait staff needed to be well suited for every occasion. You were at the command of every guest, still not having a sight of Lucifer. There was a slight touch felt on the lower back. Reacting with a full body turn, you didn’t see anyone. Sighing at the action, you resumed your duty of collecting empty champagne glasses, and handing out horderves. Barbatos sent you on a run to the kitchen to get more champagne. 

Pouring the champagne into empty glasses, you jolted at the sudden touch that was felt on your lower back. Swinging a hand to hit who the culprit, only to have it caught spinning you around to face them. Lucifer with a smirk pulled you closer by the lower back. “I apologize was this not what you wanted?,” he mumbled adjusting his lips to your ear, “Didn’t you wear this outfit to finally receive my attention. Don’t think I haven’t notice how great you look dressed as my animal, and in my color no less.”

Mammon:

You had told Diavolo about the hotels with gambling as a main attraction. Though gambling was illegal in devildom, he decided to make it into a little charity. As soon as Mammon had gotten wind of it and he needed his lady luck to attend with him. “Mc, as ya first demon, ya should know that you will be attending the gambling charity with me,” he demanded with a slight smirk, “Make sure to wear something that a lucky Lady would wear.” The night of the event you were running late, because Asmodeus kept making adjustments to your look. He said its no good looking like a cheap whore for an extravagant event.

Mammon was already at the event gambling... losing and acquiring more debt as time passed.

Emerging into the event hall multiple eyes turned to glance at your appearance, You wore a ruffled black shirt, tucked into a yellow skirt with a slit on each side of the skirt, topped with gold chandeliers earrings, and a crow pendant necklace. which Asmodeus claimed were both charmed to bring good luck. One demon already approaching them, “why Hello, you must be the hum-,” he was stopped by a knock to the teeth. “Hey they’re spoken for, don’t pursue just any human,” he growled, “this is my lucky charm.”

Walking away with arm around your shoulder, “gold really suits you,” he cooed. The night was mainly you plastered onto his lap, and when you weren’t directing touching him coincidentally he’d lose.

Leviathan:

Diavolo wanted to hold an event to help gather the otaku’s of devildom, and so he planned to host a cosplay cafe in a month, at rad. All the server’s were going to wear different outfits, and Barbatos had jolted down the measurements for the cosplay outfits that the seamstress to sew. Barbotos stated that the seamstress was going to make the outfits and design them. You were excited to see what the outfit was going be designed and sewed for you.

You were excited to tell Levi about the event, but he was always busy in the room, and when he left it was always to run to the craft store. He was definitely working on a big project. The day of the event Levi knocked on your door with a bag stretched out into your face. “th-this will look g-great on you,” he stuttered, “see you at the c-cosplay c-cafe.” Was he the one that made the cosplay, shrugging you stormed to rad.

As the cosplay Cafe was about to begin. You gazed at the cosplay in the mirror. Just wow. White collared purple tank top romper, a black tie, black bunny ears and tail. The top part of the romper was very revealing. Ready to work you picked up a plate and placed some starting treats.

You skimmed the cafe, hoping to find the purple haired otaku. Once in sight you rushed over with a skip. "Welcome back master, I hope these treats will find you well," you voiced. "M-mc!?!?! Huh.. h-huh," Levi panicking concealing his red tinted face with his arm, "t-thank YOU FOR THE TREATS... You LOOK GOOD IN THE OUTFIT I MADE." Your hunch earlier was right, you smiled and bowed, "thank you master, I hope you and I can put it to good use again." "Y-yes we will," he muttered.

Satan: 

They caught your attention at Cat Cafe. Diavolo wanted you and Satan to be at the event as helpers, because he was horrified at the thought of some of the demons would eat the cats. You both were instructed to wear a something formal with some cat ears that they will provide. Hearing this you constructed a outfit in your mind.

At the Cat Cafe you presented your self, in a green button shirt, black sailor high waist shorts, cat apron, and green cat ears to match. Satan was stealing glances at you often, and you wanted to confront him about him. “MC... you should wear those ears more often,” he whispered into your ear. He patted your butt, “Maybe next week to the library. lets make it a date while we are at it.”

You blushed at his comment. “I noticed that you choose carefully on the color too, you choose my demon color.” he added.

Asmodeus:

You knew that when ever their was a Diavolo hosted party at the fall, Asmo was always tailing someone to make them his that evening. You wanted to be the next pray, you observed his motions, and types he would pick up at every party whenever both of you attended. He prayed on the ones that covered up more. I guess he was the type to reveal what was kept to the imagination. He also really love people who showed some shoulder showing.

Arriving at the fall, with a long sleeve pink knitted shirt with the shoulders, burgundy leather pants, some caramel high knee boots, and a black scorpion brooch located on the heart. He was already prowling around, but when you swiftly swung the doors opened and strolled in, his eyes locked onto your hips. they swayed side to side, the confidence that build with ever stride.

He approached you. “Mc, what a breathtaking look,” he purred “who exactly are you trying to impress, so I can destroy them. You grin, “well then your gonna have to destroy you self,” replying calmly to his comment. Smitten by the comment he cupped your check, “Oh Mc, this color really bring out the color in your shoulders.”

Beelzebub:

You were to attend as a maid to Diavolo's tea and treat tasting party, he would compensate you for your time. Honestly all you cared about was being able to dress as a maid to impress the cute Gluttony demon. Barbatos prepared a puffy orange maid dress, that have a black leather apron, and gloves for the party. When the party was on its way, you were to offer tea to anyone who requested.

You weren't surprised to oversee the ginger take in every treat in sight. Of course wasn't there for the tea, so you walked passed him to pour some tea for someone who was asking. He must have not noticed you, continuing the duties tasked to you. There were already 2  times that Barbatos had to restock the food that Beelzebub had already consumed. Pouting that not once did he ask for tea. This time Barbatos wanted you to replenish the food that was to be laid out in front of him. 

“MC, thank you, I’ve been hoping you would serve me treats and tea,’ he smiled patting your head “you look very cute in orange. Please be my maid again soon.”

Belphegor:

A sleepover party was enough to make this cowboy excited. You could see it in his texts. Lately Belphie’s been urging you for more naps, although he thought that maybe you slept too little to begin with. He was always upset your sleep schedules clashed. If he was tired you’d be wide awake, and vise versa.

He knew that when ever Diavolo organized an event, You would always make time for it, sleepy or not. The best part was that pajama’s were a must, and you needed to make the final tug on the reel. Your attire was a satin cow patterned printed shirt, and satin navy blue shorts. though the type of fabric wasn’t as breathable, and was too nice for a sleepover. The night was spent wide awake lounging around on the bean bag chair. Closing your eyes, enjoying the rain and thunder sound a sudden weight sinked onto your lap. Glancing at a groggy Belphie, “you look adorable, so Im going to sleep here with you,” he demanded “maybe if you were my sweater you’d look cuter.” 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me Asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luci #obey me mammoney #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey head cannons

[melyaliz]

The Yellow Umbrella pt.5

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Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: Eating cookies and whip cream -NOT- off each other 

Pairing: Demon Lord! Loki x Reader

Notes: I’ve been struggling with this story. Like I have the outline and everything but… I feel just a little lost with where I am going. So I may take a small break. Idk.  I think it’s more I want it to be funnier but I don’t think it is. Then again I’m reading it over several times. 

Or it’s just me 

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Loki sat up looking around the bedroom, curled up in a soft blanket and cuddled up with a stuffed pig. His new friend. His pig was getting more action with him than his secretaries at the moment. He had been here more in the past few days than his own bedroom really. 

Maybe he was acquiring a taste for cotton over silk. 

Getting up he noticed the fluffy pink robe laying on the floor. Picking it up he gracefully wrapped it over his body. Sadly there were no slippers. It did, much to his delight, have a hood with bunny ears.

“Well don’t you look adorable” the lady of cotton said looking up as Loki walked into the living room. She was scrolling on her phone as the tv played. A plate of cookies and can of whipped cream on the table in front of her. Loki just nodded, pulling the hood over making the bunny ears flop in front of his face. 

“I felt like I needed some sugar this morning,” she said, noticing him looking at her place of sugar. “If you want some you will have to risk Mr Mewoly”

“For those cookies, I will take the risk.” Loki’s pink ears bounced as he made his way to the kitchen. A pot of coffee sat on the counter as well. Opening the cabinet where he remembered seeing Yue pull out a mug he was greeted by a line of cream cups all etched with dark lettering  “Coffee, Hot chocolate, Tea” as well as some bowls that said soup pasta, and cereal. 

Pulling out an appropriate Coffee mug and helping himself to come coffee before risking his life grabbing a few cookies from the demonic cat’s body. Was it just him or did it’s eyes look even eviler than he remembered? Maybe he should get one of those, to guard his office when he isn't around. 

“I like your informinate dishware” Loki said, flopping onto the couch next to Yue who smiled at him. 

“It’s so I don’t forget.” she said as Loki grabbed her feet draping them over his lap before,“By the way, these cookies are amazing. Totally worth the risk.”

Loki nodded as he added a healthy amount of whip cream to his cookie before taking a bite, “Jeff, my assistant, got them for me.” 

“Oh fancy you have an assistant.”

“That I do.” Loki said, taking another bite of his cookie. His free hand gently stroked her ankle as he studied the TV. The two twins were battling some crazy puppets or something. He wasn’t totally paying attention, still waking up.  

“So your assistant’s name is Jeff huh. Do you also have a name?” Yue asked. Loki paused licking sweet cream from his lips as she flashed him a cheeky grin, “See what I did there, smooth.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, She was as cute as her choice of robes and dishware, “Very” taking the last bite of his cookie he savored the taste for a moment before speaking again,  “Loki… and you?”

“Loki?” she let out a light laugh “what are you some norweedic god or something? Did you parents hate you? Like Thor I could see but… Loki? Wasn’t he like… the bad guy”

“Not bad necessarily… more like... smarter than everyone else.” 

“Still, Loki? Why not just say Hades, at least that bitch was loyal.”   

“Laugh it up, what’s your name?” 

“Yue”

He tried, but really he didn’t have much to say to that, “it fits you.” he said nodding. It did. It fit her like everything else in this apartment. It was just so… her. 

“So…” she said settling back into her couch of comfort, “Please don’t take this the wrong way but, I like this…. thing we have going.”

“Speaking of loyalty.” Loki said, raising an eyebrow, “I don’t really do relationships… I mean this has been fun, don’t get me wrong but, I’m not about to feed you some pomegranate seeds or whatever.”

“No, that’s what I mean. I like THIS” she motioned between the two of them, “No strings attached. Feeling like we don’t own anything to the other person.” 

“Well in that case I’m all for this thing we have.” 

“So you’ll keep stopping by?”

“I’m only a text away.” 

Nodding Yue pulled out her phone handing it to him, “I’m here for texting. I like to do things with my friends.” 

“Never want to get in the middle of that.” Loki said taking the phone entering his number, “I can always meet after if you're down.” 

“Deal” 

Her hand was still out so Loki took it and shook. Making it officially official. His slender fingers wrapping around her own. 

It felt like the beginning of something. But the fact was it kind of was.

The beginning of nothing. 

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“So you guys basically shook on being hook up buddies?” Sammie asked as she took a cookie from the plate that was on the table. 

“I think it’s cute” Riley said, “did you get him some snacks or are we special?”

“Well he actually got us those cookies,” Yue nodded down the now demolished plate of cookies. She had brought over to Sammie’s apartment for movie time, she would say night but it was more early evening. They were watching clueless with a bowl of carrots. And cookies because Yue refused to spend the whole night eating only healthy food even if it was for the memes. 

“He’s hot AND he gets your amazing sweets!?!” Riley moaned, “Are we sure this guy isn’t fake?” 

“Like what?” Sammie shickred, “Is he a cardboard cutout?” 

“Yes, he’s just got a cutout of Brendon Urie and I have been carrying him around pretending it’s my side piece.”

“I like how this cardboard cutout isn’t even your boyfriend. He’s a side piece which means you can sleep with other cardboard cutouts.” Sammie picked at the hole in her sock that had been slowly growing since the movie started. 

“I have Paul Rudd bringing me cake for lunch and Frank Sinatra delivering pizza for dinner.” 

“Living the dream” Riley chuckled, “Oh I have an idea! After this movie  let’s find you something to help him eat your cookie” holding up the image of a local sex shop on her google maps. “They close late like a good sex shop too.” 

“Really Riley?” Sammie said looking up at the shop skeptically. “We have like 6 other movies planned.” 

“We could always watch them after. Go on a quick adventure.” 

“Adventure!” Yue giggled, “Come on Sammie maybe we can find you something tasteful for your presentation on Monday.” 

“Yes I’m sure the Magic Cherry will have JUST what I need to help me pitch my website design on Monday.”  

“Something Leather maybe? I’m sure the party planning company will be super into it.” 

“Yue’s right, after all they ARE all about partying.” 

Sammie fought back a smile as she tossed Yue a hoodie. “Let’s just get there before they close. I don’t want to be those jerks who are there when the workers want to leave.” 

Yue nodded following her friends out bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Feeling giddy with excitement. “This is the craziest thing I have ever done.” 

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“It was the craziest thing I have ever done” 

“That’s where you have been? Doing the craziest thing ever?” Jeff asked as he came up behind Loki holding his black umbrella. Loki surveyed the dark road as they both slowly walked under the large red bridge. 

“Yep we watched this show called Gravity Falls.” 

“What?” 

“It’s a popular children’s cartoon.” 

“A children’s show?” 

“We ate cookies with whip cream.” 

“Off each other?” 

“Out of bowls,” Loki pulled out a pair of white rubber gloves from his pocket, putting them on. 

“Oh, did you… was she young?” 

“For human standards no, you know I don’t mess with anyone who is not within reason.” 

“Cookies for breakfast is the craziest thing you have ever done? Really?” Jeff sighed, closing the umbrella shaking it. Most of the rain had slowed at this point and from where they were standing it wasn’t really doing much good anyway. 

Loki chuckled slowly crouching down. Holding out his hand he waited for Jeff to hand him his cane. Which he did. “I wore a fluffy pink robe with bunny ears.”

“I guess it’s important to have new experiences.” his assistant sniffed looking around tugging his coat closer to himself. 

Loki nodded using the sharp end of his cane to poke at something. 

A dead body. Half its face already decaying in the muddy ground, eyes missing. Around it several others. All their eyes missing bits of their body decaying.

“You sent these vampires out only two days ago.” Jeff, “You think it’s the faceless?” 

“No” Loki sighed standing up, “This is something else. Something worse.” 

“What should I tell the others?” 

“Stay in packs and if anyone knows anything to come to me right away.” Loki turned surveying the site that lay before them. He had sent for the vampires from Seattle to go down to LA to check on Brandon after the LA demon hadn’t shown up for their meeting. While not unusual it hadn’t sat right with Loki. 

Now with almost ten vampires laying here dead and the rest missing he was starting to worry. If someone had overthrown Brandon they would normally approach Loki. New terf lords would want to make a truce with the most powerful Demon Lord on this continent. 

No news, in this case, meant nothing good. 

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“They have butt plugs that have tails,” Riley said holding a pretty pink and glitter one, “And a unicorn horn, I could fulfill all my little kid dreams and become a unicorn.” 

“Please don't refer to yourself as a little girl in here” Sammie frowned, “It’s weird.”

“Ok, sorry sorry.” Riley said looking over the other items on the wall. “I have been wanting to try these,” she said, pulling a pair of nipple clamps. Sammie, already feeling VERY out of place just looked down at her phone nodding.

“Get whatever you want, I just don’t want to picture you and Sam… doing stuff.” 

“Ok fine,” Riley said, grabbing ones she thought she would like before walking over to Yue who was looking over a rack of panties.

“Find anything fun?” 

“Yeah a few things, What do you think?” she asked, holding up a lacy lingerie. A pretty green color.  

“Love the color” Riley nodded before grabbing a pair of fluffy black cuffs, “Get these too,” 

“Ok but I want the pink ones,” Yue giggled thinking about the morning where Loki had dressed up in her bunny robe. He looked good in it. Under all that eyeliner and studds he was just a big dork. She found it hilarious and would do everything to keep messing with that side for her own amusement. 

“So are you guys meeting up tonight?” Sammie asked, coming up nodding toward the set Yue was holding approving. 

“No he hasn’t texted me.” 

“So what about late dinner? Gary was saying we should go out to this speakeasy place.”

“Oh let me text Sam,” Riley said, “He’s been wanting to go there. Yue you can just find your Paul Rudd while we are out.”

“Or just enjoy the company I’m with.” Yue snickered, “I don’t have to spend every night hooking up.” 

“What’s the fun in that?” The cashier chuckled as she took Yue’s things. 

“A girl needs at least one night to herself.” 

“Well you got the wrong stuff for a night by yourself.” the cashier said as she wrapped everything up, “But I do have some dildos on sale if you want some you time.” 

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Sam had responded almost immediately that he would pick the girls up. Something about a long week and just wanting to be with his lady. So rushing back to their apartment the girls quickly changed out of their jeans and hoodies into more slutty hipster attire. (A girl’s gotta dress the occasion after all) 

Once she was more speakeasy and less “I am cuddling with my two best friends watching movies” Yue grabbed her bag and walked outside her apartment. After locking her door she turned almost running into a tall dark haired man. Dressed in a red leather jacket he was smoking a cigarette. Yue’s eyes instantly went up to the man’s bold white streak that ran across the front of his black hair. Blue eyes looking down at her amused. 

“Oh, excuse me.” 

The large man shrugged holding out his cigarette pack “Want one?” 

Yue shook her head, thrusting her keys back into her purse, “I’m good thanks.” 

He nodded putting the pack away, “You’re all dressed up, going somewhere fun?” 

“Yeah just dinner with friends.” 

“Nice, I’m visiting a friend, know any good places to go?” 

“Uh well we are going to Idain Basian but if you want something more happening, maybe like Valencia street?” 

“Oh sounds good, I’m not big on waterfronts.” 

“Well I hate to break it to you but San Francisco is basically an island.” 

This earned her another chuckle. “True, well have a good night and be careful there’s a full moon out tonight, never know what crazy you'll run into.” 

Yue nodded walking toward the gate of the complex where her friends were waiting, turning back she got one last look at the man, for a moment she could have sworn it looked like his eyes glowed. 

Maybe she was watching too many cartoons. 

Or maybe he was just a bunch of gnomes in a trench coat. 

No, she was definitely watching too many cartoons. 

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[zorkelwds]

“I don’t want gentle; I want hot and rough this time.” 🙊

@mendlies​

Kisses turning hotter and more passionate, words of how Sokolova was asking her beloved if she wanted to have it sweet today or have it rough. The reply did not wait for too long, the string of saliva breaking as the brunette’s words echo in the Russian’s head. Just how undone the seamstress looked under her, breathing heavily and panting from their foreplay and their makeout session. Well, could you really call it a makeout when their clothes were already off and the only thing on Zarina was this newly acquired strap-on that rubbed against Audrey’s clit as Sokolova already positioned herself between her legs. The lube was on it already, leaving cold, wet traces on the skin of their stomachs as they were kissing, Zarina held her beloved’s hand tightly while the other served as a way for her to bring herself up just a bit. 

The way Miyeon squeezed her thighs, trapping the other as if begging her not to distance herself was bringing a sense of pride and sweet satisfaction. She was on top, she was owning every bit of this woman and Kim was giving it to her willingly in such a charming way. How fucking hot she looked with her lipstick smudged from their kisses and with her hair now not in the pretty hairstyle as it was before. Just how attractive she was in Sokolova’s eyes, especially when she agreed to the rougher play style. 

“Is that so?” A darker chuckle followed, Zarina’s lip curled into a smirk as she looked at Audrey from her position with unhidden satisfaction. Did she expect another answer? She did, she expected them to start off sweet and gentle, but if Audrey wanted to have it rough who was Zarina to deny what she always wanted in the future? Ah, the thought of Audrey’s voice reaching new levels and witnessing her sweet expression twist into something more, have her call her name in that beautiful voice of hers. If there was anything the mafiosi loved more, it would be how differently her name slipped off Kim’s tongue when they were together. "Alright, bunny, I’ll give you hot and rough.” Despite her words, the silver-haired dipped to place kisses on Miyeon’s neck up to her jaw, then giving her a whisper. “Going with the old colors, alright? When I ask what color, you give me green to continue, yellow to slow down, and red to stop. You can scream them whenever you want, I’ll slow down or stop at any point.”

As she now made sure to have eye contact with the sweet seamstress, Zarina began her descent. Bites, hickeys, kisses. All littering Audrey’s neck, collarbones, then stomach. Her hands were tracing her curves, squeezing her ass when she was taking care in marking the territory. It was mostly bites and harsh hickeys, all to signify how much was held back in their previous love-making times. She was not here to “make love” anymore, it was the night where she’ll give her beloved a taste of the domination and control she’d have on those who wanted to be under her. The hand that was on Miyeon’s ass started to slide up her outer thigh, and when she sat up on her knees did she push Audrey’s legs apart to get a look at how wet she was. The edge to her look was noticeable with how she chuckled, narrowing her gaze in that teasing and slightly mocking way. 

“I’ll have fun time making you scream my name today, bunny. I mean,” as she spoke, Zarina caressed the dildo in her strap-on, making sure it was lubed enough to not cause pain to Audrey. “Will really need it when you’re already wet like this, though, babe?” The way her voice became lower than usual signified of her bringing out the sides she was holding back for the sake of Kim’s comfort, but if it’ll be rough and hot? Until she’ll scream those colors already told, then she could go all out. “Have you dreamed of this, sweetie?” Zarina lined up the tip of the dildo to the entrance, carefully pushing it in at the beginning while speaking surprisingly calmly. One hand remained resting on the inner thigh to keep her nice and open to the watchful golden eyes. “Me taking this out and fucking you ‘till you scream. Like... this!”  Without taking a moment more, she pushed in harshly up to the very end of her strap. Sharply, all so the sudden fulfillment would make Audrey’s back arch and the first moan mixed with a surprised scream become the melody to her ears. She was getting drunk on the expressions the seamstress was making, her smirk only widening as she moved her hips ever so lightly to have just a bit of the dildo out before slamming her hips against the flush of Audrey’s thighs. 

“It came in so easily, you must’ve been really turned on, bunny.” 

The pet names were not derogatory nor she’d think of using other names to call her beloved. However, this dirty talk was just the beginning as she started to move her hips in and out, not listening caring about the pace Miyeon would want, and simply enjoying the process itself. Audrey was hers, hers alone, and if she wanted it rough today? Well, she had no right to say what pace will be given until those special words would be said. Oh how sweet this domination was and how she enjoyed this moment of control, letting herself indulge more than usual. The make-love nights were beautiful in their own way, but she missed this drastic, almost animalistic sex. Ah, she won’t be satisfied with just this missionary position. There were several more running her mind as she kept Kim’s legs open, not allowing her to close her thighs and hold Zarina closer to herself. No, today it was her say was the law and there were only two words to make her either slow down or stop altogether. 

#hi audrey unlocked dom zar #zorkelwds #mendlies #❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon.

[completeotometrash]

Matchup

@Nad-zeta

Hi hi love! Im so excited your doing matchups 😆😆😆❤ so i hope this is not ganna be TMI but here we go😆🔥

❤can i pretty please request an ikesen matchup🥰 i am a aries, infp, Hufflepuff female 🦊 i am shy and difficult to get to know (apparently it took me 2 months to start opening up to my friends, ooops), i tend to bottle up my emotions, my friends would likely describe me as incredibly stubborn, gentle, kind, over dramatic, goofy and fun loving. I am pretty aloof and blunt, i like i will 9/10 times tell you to your face how if feel about you if you ask 🙈once u are part of my inner circle i am playful, teasing, i am an extremely sarcastic person that makes snarky remarks under my breath and my kind of humor is a bit of dark and self deprecating.😂 I love my friends and family and will fight anyone how threatens them, although when it comes to me you can do or say anything to me and i wont do anything (I honestly cant stand up for myself). I swear like a sailor although i am trying to get that under control, however the road rage is real.

i love nature and animals (i love my lil bunnies and dogs), i love working out/going to the gym #gym is life 😂

i enjoy cooking (i am now officially a chef), wine tasting (fancy way of saying getting very tipsy of different wines most nights), spending time with friends (especially if there is tea to be spilt) although i do need lots of alone time to recharge my social battery, i like conspiracies, workingout/gym, reading, writing (Fanfics and im busy with my Masters in nutrition >“<), romcoms, and  sleeping. As much as i love spending time outdoor i also enjoy lazing around the house being a lazy potato. I definitely zone out and daydream all the freaken time

I tend to blush easily which i hate 🙈 My face will give away what i am thinking. i enjoy my own alone time and i definitely dont like crowds and loud sounds (ie you will never find me in a club). I am a picky eater despite my degree in cooking (i basically only eat candy, carbs and protein), i love cuddles although i look like someone that wouldn’t. Ive been told i come across as calm and confident, while in truth on the inside i am really scared and insecure.  I am incredibly awkward when it comes to boys and have been told my sarcastic comments are x100 when i talk to them (oops).

I am very go with the flow, and i never burn my bridges 🙈 i am very forgive and forget🦊, like no matter how badly you hurt me.

🙈 Thanx so much dear ❤ Sorry if this is TMI🔥Cant wait to see who i get matched with 🌈🎀

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Thanks for the request, Darling! I love how descriptive you were. Thank you so much <3. I couldn’t but chuckle about how much we have in common :). I hope you enjoy!

When I read everything you said about yourself, there were so many options to match you with. But, the one I believe stood out the most to me as the most compatible, is Mitsuhide Akecki.

I strongly believe this is your perfect match. For starters, one of the key things that stood out to me with your personality was how you express your emotions. It’s definitely no secret that Mitsuhide enjoys getting any strong reaction to his constant teasing. He lives for it. (Prepare yourself for randomly getting messed with at any time). it’s just how he shows his affection for you. He finds amusement how incredibly blunt you are, being quite contrary to his own secretive ways. (At times you don’t sick up for yourself, he would become your backbone and step in.) 

 Much like you, he also has an amazing sense of humor. Sharing sarcastic remarks, or even competing to see who can come up with the best ones would be very common. (Your darker jokes amaze him.) Potty mouth? Hilarious. Drives Hideyoshi crazy so he encourages it. It’s really nothing new to him considering the people he interrogates, and of course, Masamune.

Your kindness makes him feel much lighter. But guilty at the same time, believing he’s tainted you. (He too, secretly gets insecure, so on both side assurance is needed). With you being so selfless, this also makes him feel the need to protect you at all costs, and to be sure your still taking care of yourself, He tries his best to keep you happy, LOVES making you laugh. It’s like music to his ears.

You being creative and intelligent is a huge plus for him! If you would let him, he’d teach you a lot about ancient Japan’s history. He greatly enjoys it, and in this time he would talk to you about and listen to your conspiracy theories. (Has a few of his own he would suggest.) Two incredibly brilliant minds, and not to mention, a genius power couple. 

As he doesn’t acquire a sense of taste, he would still support you and your culinary career. Eating any dish you place in front of him. Would most likely ask slyly Masamune for advice in that field.

He thinks of working out very beneficial, so letting you train with him if you desire or even sitting back and watching you brings him satisfaction. Will give tips to improve your skills. A nice run outside is always refreshing.

The only con I can see is maybe he would go too far with his teasing on occasion, and release some built up rage. But he knows to give you some space and to stay calm. (He will always apologize and diel it down for a while after that.)

Other good possible Matches: Masamune, Shingen, Nobunaga, and Mitsunari.

#matchups #ikemen mitsuhide #ikesen mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide akechi #submission

[astridflowers]

Pins and Needles (SacklerxReader) (1/?)

This is my first attempt at writing but I felt inspired x I Hope you enjoy.

https://my.w.tt/povTqX0rq9

"Flowers!" mark called from the kitchen in your studio. Mark was the senior artist at the studio, Eye of the Needle. He liked to call you flowers as you had recently dyed your hair purple and he said it made you look like Ramona Flowers from the Scott Pilgrim comics, which you took as a complement overall. "What's wrong ?" You called back putting down your sketchbook and rising from the sofa that was near the entrance at the shop. It was usually reserved for customers as they waited but was a great spot to curl up in and just draw when you had a quiet day like today. "When is anything ever wrong" he replied whilst walking towards you with two steaming cups. " I thought you would just like a coffee you've been sat in your nest for hours" he smirked. You took the mug from him and took a big sip. You all but moaned at the warm comforting taste. "Your too good to me" you sighed. "Yeah,yeah I know your eviction notice is in the post" he winked. You gave him a glare then sat back down on the couch. You worked in a small tattoo studio in New York. It was you mark and two other artists Rebecca and Phil but they weren't in today. You moved to New York a year ago from England so your accent was always a conversation starter and ice breaker to new clients you worked on. Apparently having a british accent in New York made you pretty much an alien and you got a lot of requests to repeat words back to them as "everything sounds soo much better with your accent". So far you loved New York and you had a few regular clients but your social life was all but none existent out side of the shop. You lived in an apartment by yourself with your German Shepard dog Bear and your bearded dragon Eggy who you had recently rescued and besides coming to work,the store and the occasional trip to the gym you didn't really get out much. It had just turned four PM and mark let out a loud sigh as he stretched and walked over to the front desk."You don't have to hand around here flowers, ill probably close up a little early as I doubt they'll be many walk ins today". "It's ok I honestly have nothing else on " you smiled not looking up from your drawing you finished a while ago and we're just procrastinating shading in parts you already had. "Nah not allowed a young thing like you needs to be out,live a little go see your friends" he started to make shooing motions with his hands you looked up and flared at him "yeah that's not me" you replied. "Come on Y/N you seriously have nothing else you'd rather be doing then on this sofa listening to me". "Besides here home and gym I don't do anything and I like my routine" you smiled. He made a disgusted face "can't stand those gym places you'll never get me in there and look at me the picture of fitness" he flexed his heavily tattooed arms making you giggle. Mark wasn't unfit in anyway if anything he was quiet attractive he was a good bit older then you and he had long hair in a low pony tail,usually sporting black T-shirts and jeans with sleeves on both his arms they covered in beautiful artwork he'd acquired over the years and often told you stories about they're meanings and the artists. "You should try it" you laughed back "it's fun". He looked at you with a serious face "you disgust me flowers" his voice was monotone but you could see his mouth smirk slightly. You in no way were the image of a gym bunny with a height of 5ft 3 and your body was quite curvy. You didn't mind though you actually loved your hips and butt, you mainly went to the gym as you liked the excersize it made you feel good. "Well I suppose I could go there for a hour it's been a while since I've done any sort of workout" you thought. "Ok then if you want me gone soo badly, I know where I'm not wanted" you dramatically got up from the couch and marched to your leather jacket on the hook."good your scaring away the customers" he winked as you put on your jacket and grabbed your keys. "See you tomorrow grumpy" you laughed as you started to walk back to your apartment.

You got in the door greeted by an excited bear and grabbed a bag and started to pack a towel your water bottle and your gym clothes. "I know buddy it's good to see you too" you scratched behind the dogs ear "I'll be back in a hour I promise" you said as you made your way back out of the apartment.

You arrived at the gym and you were soo happy to see it was quiet in there too just a few people on the weights and a few more on the treadmills but overall not busy. You didn't mind when it was but you just felt like you could get more into your workouts with a quieter atmosphere. You did some squats, light weights and were now doing a fast walk on the tread mill when you heard a familiar accent "I thought that was you Y/N!" Jessa, a frequent client of yours ran up to you. You slowed down your machine to a stop and then jumped off to talk to her. "Oh my god hey" you smiled Jessa was in a vest and shorts with her long blonde hair in a messy bun, how the hell did she always look so effortlessly pretty you thought. " I didn't know you came here" you smiled. "Oh fuck no,well not usually" she laughed "Adams been trying to get me to excersize saying I'll feel better and he gets a runners high but I dunno I'm not feeling it" she shrugged looking around the room. She was physically tiny and didn't look like she'd sweat at all. "Well I guess it's not for everyone" you laughed. "Yeh but after least I can say I've tried it and he'll get off my back" she laughed. Adam ? Oh now you remember Jessa had mentioned a on and off again partner she had during one of your sessions. "Adam ? That's your boyfriend right" she nodded " yeah , well currently we're kind of off and on for a while now but we're good" she shrugged again you just smiled and nodded. "Wanna get out of here and go for a coffee or something " she asked. You thought about it for a second before marks voice in your head appeared maybe you did need to socialise and have friends. "Erm sure sounds good just need to change" you smiled she nodded and you both walked to the changing room.

Jessa went into a one of the shower stalls saying she wanted to have a quick shower even though she didn't look like she's sweat at all. You started to change in-front of your locker as there was no one else in the changing room. You stripped and changed into your clean underwear you'd packed a loud bang of a door somewhere outside startled you but after standing for a minute with silence you continued and slipped on your new shirt. Another loud bang,a door a bit closer to the changing rooms. You again paused but then grabbed your ripped jeans out of your bag and bent down to slip them on. The changing room door swung open behind you and you heard a "oh ..wow fuck" you spun round quickly pulling up your pants fast to cover your bare ass. You were greeted to a beast of a man easily over 6 foot with long shaggy dark hair and a goatee. If you hadn't just flashed this guy you'd say he was gorgeous. His voice broke you out of your staring "Erm sorry, shit erm " he was rubbing his facial hair as he spoke clearly embarrassed or nervous. "I didn't mean to , I'm not meant to be i here clearly , I was, there was no one out there I was trying to get into the gym" you had to smile at how clustered he was or maybe it was because you were extremely attracted to him. "Hey don't worry you were a few minutes too late for a full show don't worry about it " you laughed and winked pulling your leather jacket over your shoulders trying to make light of it to calm him down. He met your eyes and smiled "well damn" he laughed showing his strong dimples. He was still looking you over, now it was your turn to be nervous. "Erm yeh well the main gym is straight down the hall big doors" you smiled still mentioning the staring competition he was just about to open his mouth to speak again when Jessa's voice broke your stare "Those showers are fucking freezing I'm not kidding" she was walking over with a towel over her head drying her hair when she looked up at the man who was still on the doorway. "Adam!?" Shit. "That's Adam?" You almost choked.You got in the door greeted by an excited bear and grabbed a bag and started to pack a towel your water bottle and your gym clothes. “I know buddy it’s good to see you too” you scratched behind the dogs ear “I’ll be back in a hour I promise” you said as you made your way back out of the apartment.

You arrived at the gym and you were soo happy to see it was quiet in there too just a few people on the weights and a few more on the treadmills but overall not busy. You didn’t mind when it was but you just felt like you could get more into your workouts with a quieter atmosphere. You did some squats, light weights and were now doing a fast walk on the tread mill when you heard a familiar accent “I thought that was you Y/N!” Jessa, a frequent client of yours ran up to you. You slowed down your machine to a stop and then jumped off to talk to her. “Oh my god hey” you smiled Jessa was in a vest and shorts with her long blonde hair in a messy bun, how the hell did she always look so effortlessly pretty you thought. “ I didn’t know you came here” you smiled. “Oh fuck no,well not usually” she laughed “Adams been trying to get me to excersize saying I’ll feel better and he gets a runners high but I dunno I’m not feeling it” she shrugged looking around the room. She was physically tiny and didn’t look like she’d sweat at all. “Well I guess it’s not for everyone” you laughed. “Yeh but after least I can say I’ve tried it and he’ll get off my back” she laughed. Adam ? Oh now you remember Jessa had mentioned a on and off again partner she had during one of your sessions. “Adam ? That’s your boyfriend right” she nodded “ yeah , well currently we’re kind of off and on for a while now but we’re good” she shrugged again you just smiled and nodded. “Wanna get out of here and go for a coffee or something “ she asked. You thought about it for a second before marks voice in your head appeared maybe you did need to socialise and have friends. “Erm sure sounds good just need to change” you smiled she nodded and you both walked to the changing room . Jessa went into a one of the shower stalls saying she wanted to have a quick shower even though she didn’t look like she’s sweat at all. You started to change in-front of your locker as there was no one else in the changing room. You stripped and changed into your clean underwear you’d packed a loud bang of a door somewhere outside startled you but after standing for a minute with silence you continued and slipped on your new shirt. Another loud bang,a door a bit closer to the changing rooms. You again paused but then grabbed your ripped jeans out of your bag and bent down to slip them on. The changing room door swung open behind you and you heard a “oh ..wow fuck” you spun round quickly pulling up your pants fast to cover your bare ass. You were greeted to a beast of a man easily over 6 foot with long shaggy dark hair and a goatee. If you hadn’t just flashed this guy you’d say he was gorgeous. His voice broke you out of your staring “Erm sorry, shit erm “ he was rubbing his facial hair as he spoke clearly embarrassed or nervous. “I didn’t mean to , I’m not meant to be i here clearly , I was, there was no one out there I was trying to get into the gym” you had to smile at how clustered he was or maybe it was because you were extremely attracted to him. “Hey don’t worry you were a few minutes too late for a full show don’t worry about it “ you laughed and winked pulling your leather jacket over your shoulders trying to make light of it to calm him down. He met your eyes and smiled “well damn” he laughed showing his strong dimples. He was still looking you over, now it was your turn to be nervous. “Erm yeh well the main gym is straight down the hall big doors” you smiled still mentioning the staring competition he was just about to open his mouth to speak again when Jessa’s voice broke your stare “Those showers are fucking freezing I’m not kidding” she was walking over with a towel over her head drying her hair when she looked up at the man who was still on the doorway. “Adam!?” Shit. “That’s Adam?” You almost choked.

#adam sackler imagine #adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler smut #adam driver imagines #adam driver fic

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Kacxa Week Day 3

Sorry I’m late, I didn’t realize that there was a Kacxa week this year? Nor do I know what the themes are lmao.

Life on earth was a bit of an adjustment. It was much less hectic than Acxa was used to and she found herself not knowing what to do with the excess spare time she had acquired. She didn’t like sitting still, it seemed unproductive and didn’t bode well with her. 

It was something that drove Keith absolutely insane. “Please just try to relax a little, you’re always so tense.” 

He had a knack for trying to get her to take days off, but she was invested in the humanitarian work that the Blades did. She had spent years ravaging and terrorizing the universe. She had put absurd amounts of work into that, it was only fair that she overworked herself fixing the damages. 

Keith enjoyed massaging the tension out of her shoulders and back. Doing so until her mind seemed to relax too. And then he would show her more of Earth’s wonders. She loved the ocean and the view of the night sky. She loved the people and their sense of fashion which seemed to very with each location. 

But the thing she liked most was the seasons. Her planet didn’t have those. It was typically mercilessly frigid, year round. Earth was different. Earth ranged from scalding to frosty and many in betweens. 

Summer was somewhat hard for her, it seemed to be more lax and lazy than any other time of the year. It smelled of unfamiliar things. There was an almost invasive sweet odor that mostly met her nose at night. She’d first smelled it while watching fireworks, spread out on a blanket with Keith laying next to her. He called it bug spray. The scent was all over him too. 

There was another softer scent like coconut oil and soft jasmine. This one she most often smelled while at the beach. “It’s called sunscreen.” He said. She had watched him squeeze a generous helping of the stuff into his palm and rubbing it into her back. She cringed at the coldness of it and at the greasy feeling it left on her skin. 

The final scent was the most potent. Acxa liked it the best, it resembled home the most. It was the scent of the pool. Chlorine. According to Keith, she had the weirdest taste in scents, the chemical smelled to strongly for him. 

But she had grown fond of it. It reminded her of her favorite summer memories; watching Lance attempt to pull off the ‘coolest’ dive, Hunk and Pidge smaking eachother with floppy and colorful flotation devices, and Veronica trying to see if Galra could get sun tans. She dubbed what Acxa acquired as a ‘sun navy’. That was also the day that she found out she could get a sunburn, which, apparently, wasn’t as severe as it sounded so long as she didn’t have prolonged exposure. 

Despite the lazy air, there was a buzz of carefree excitement and childlike wonder all around. It was in the summer that Acxa had her first experience with the dot shaped ice cream--cookies ‘n cream. And her first time at an amusement park. She had felt like a child again.

Autumn came next and carried on it a perfume of apple and cinnamon. Acxa liked autumn well enough. It was cozy and chilly. A surprising transition after such hot weather. It was often rainy and misty. She enjoyed walking through the ground-clinging clouds and leaping over puddles, tossing smiles back at Keith. 

And on the days that it wasn’t grey and watery, Keith liked to sit with her on the porch, wrapped in a blanket. He’d usually bring mugs of hot cider, which Acxa had decided was her new favorite drink. 

She asked him why he liked sitting on the porch. She’d ask every day only for him to say, “you’ll see.” And she did. One day the canopy began to change; instead of green she saw golds, oranges, reds, and browns. 

She didn’t realize that leaves could do that. 

She had heard of the process but she thought that they were making it up.

Together, armed with flannel shirts, blankets, and fuzzy socks, they watched the leaves part from branches and swirl to the ground.

The season to follow was chillier still. Cold and comfortingly familiar. It was enchantingly beautiful. A sparkling sheet of white covered the naked branches and crystalline icicles accented frosty rooftops.  And for a few months, Earth looked like her home planet. 

Winter had its own host of smells, the most potent being peppermint which came in many forms. Keith had her try candy canes and small disk-like candies. He had also had her try peppermint chocolate. It would seem like winter was full of treats; gumdrops on gingerbread was her favorite. Hot chocolate, which was its own warm and inviting scent, was a close second. Hot chocolate came with memories; her first winter on earth was spent in front of a fire place with a mug of the stuff. No amount of explaining and Christmas lore helped her to understand why her mug had antlers and a red nose.

Christmas was a fun tradition and with it came the scent of pine. She was fond of all of the twinkling lights that seemed to pop up on many of the houses and on even more trees. She liked the shiny tinsel and the colorful bulbs that Keith said went on the tree. He thanked her for being so tall as the decorated it. 

Keith told her that he’d never seen someone look so joyful as when she spotted the shimmering boxes that appeared under the tree. Apparently a man named Santa had put them there. Keith burst out laughing when she said that she wanted to meet the man and thank him for the gifts. 

As magical as the first three seasons were, Acxa’s favorite season was the next. Which was strange to her because she, at first, had mixed feelings about this whole spring thing. On one hand, everything was teeming with life. A colorful display of flowers that were beginning to unfold their petals.

On the other, she discovered that she was allergic to most of said Earth flowers. 

No less, she loved them. They created such a charming perfume. She liked lilac the most. Mercifully, she was not allergic to lilacs so she had weaved them into her hair and tucked bushels into her pockets. 

The air was warm and inviting again and people were emerging from their homes more often. People and animals; spring  was the season that she had captured an Earth creature and named it  Fuzzy Zethrid. She beamed from ear to ear as she held it before Keith. “Acxa, you can’t just bring wild rabbits into the house!” But she could and she did and Keith would have to get used to Fuzzy Zethrid. Spring had so many creatures that she liked; robin, squirrel, and chicks. All were equally as wonderful. She hoped that she would get to meet the large bunny that left eggs in white baskets. 

Spring was soft and pastel and she found that it left most people feeling refreshed and cheerful. Towards the middle of the season there came a new scent and a new sound. People cutting their grass left an earthy tang in the air. 

Keith would lead her through the neighborhood and wave at the people mowing. At the corner of the street, Acxa had tried lemonade for the first time. She did not know that human children ran businesses, but it warmed her heart to see that the youth was ambitious. 

Ambitious and hyper; the children taught her how to jump rope and hop scotch. She made a point of showing Keith that she could use a bubble wand. 

Most of all, Acxa liked kicking the little fluffy flowers and scattering their seeds into the air. Keith told her that she could make a wish as she blew the seeds free. They were everywhere, she didn’t think that she had that many wishes. 

Really she only had one that mattered to her. 

As she blew the seeds away, she wished that she could enjoy another year on Earth with Keith holding her hand.

#kacxa week 2019 #kacxa #Keith Kagone #Acxa #Voltron #Fanfiction

[internet----girlfriend-blog]

On Saying Goodbye, or Making Meaning Out of Nothing

   I’ve never been great at saying goodbyes. Generally, I will stand around uncomfortably and shift myself closer and closer to the door until I can escape. With phone conversations, it’s even worse. It’s not that I don’t want to talk, it’s just that I can’t deal with the silence that comes before saying goodbye.  Most people who know me understand by now that they can expect an abrupt hang-up instead of a goodbye. I think this is mostly because I have an irrational fear of permanence and would rather leave abruptly than face the absoluteness that comes with a goodbye. This is probably because I am mostly a very overdramatic Sagittarius and I watch too many movies.

   I moved out of my parents’ house for the first time when I was eighteen. Within a week of graduating high school I was in the next state over. I didn’t have a hard time saying goodbye to my family but I cried like a baby when I hugged our dog for the last time before leaving. At least my mom could text; the dog didn’t have thumbs. I had expectations that this move would be much more emotional and dramatic, maybe even grandiose, but it was quiet and calm and unassuming. Again, I watch too many movies. I backed out of the driveway in my Kia and tried not to think about our dog. This was my first goodbye that ever really mattered; if you ask my Aquarius mother, it is the only goodbye that’s mattered so far.   

   While trying to escape the small town I grew up in, I ended up in an even smaller town. The name of this town is irrelevant because it’s so small that Google Maps won’t even recognize it as a real place. The deluxe Sheetz gas station was the main attraction, and the closest grocery store was a forty-five minute drive away.  I lived with my first serious boyfriend in this town. He was the first Aries I dated. We stayed in a large apartment over a lawyer’s office and in the summer I sat in front of the windows and listened to people shout and argue with each other about things that I didn’t understand at the time. Our neighbors were visited by the cops almost weekly because their fights got so bad that someone always ended up getting hit. I spent a lot of nights in my room with my ear pressed to the wall, listening to their fighting and learning all of their intimate secrets.  I didn’t think this was weird at the time. Our lease ended the following summer and, no longer fueled by the intensity of the honeymoon phase of our relationship, we decided to part ways. I didn’t cry once but he did keep my record collection, which hurt more than anything else.  I drove back to Ohio in the same Kia and tried not to think about my limited-press editions that I would never see again. This was my second goodbye that ever really seemed to matter.

   I moved back into my parents’ house when I was nineteen. I stayed in their attic and drove twenty-five minutes to work in Cleveland every day. I worked in a tiny restaurant that made most of its money from breakfast rushes and overpriced alcohol. It sat on the corner of Detroit Ave and bragged about the “friendly neighborhood atmosphere” more than embodied it.  I wasn’t allowed to park in the parking lot of this tiny restaurant and I acquired more parking tickets in that time than tip money. The men who worked in the kitchen would crudely talk about my haircut and my facial piercings and the way my ass looked in skinny jeans. The turnover rate was incredibly high, mostly due to the fact that the woman who owned the restaurant was batshit fucking insane and known to be violent.  I quit my job at this tiny restaurant when I was twenty and still living at home. I quit in the middle of a particularly hectic morning shift when I dropped a Bloody Mary on the floor and the owner called me an idiot in front of customers. The Bloody Mary shattered on the floor and stained my white Vans with tomato juice. I walked out, collected the parking ticket from my windshield, and drove home. I was never able to get the stains out of my shoes; it almost felt like one final “fuck you” from the tiny restaurant. This goodbye doesn’t really matter that much now but it felt like it mattered at the time.

   I moved out of my parents’ house for the second time when I was twenty. I lived in an apartment in Cleveland Heights with three other people that I didn’t really know. The apartment was overpriced with high ceilings and narrow hallways. There was always trash everywhere and the kitchen smelled like rotting food. A rice cooker sat in the corner, generally filled with molding rice. The bathroom had a standing shower with a perpetually clogged drain and dirty clothes covered the floor. I was a freshman in college and I spent most of my time at the school to avoid being in the gross apartment. I stayed over at friend’s places and only came home when absolutely necessary. I smoked a lot of weed and did a lot of acid and didn’t sleep and lived off of Clif bars and sugar-free Redbull. I broke up with my then-boyfriend because he was cheating on me with a woman twentyish years older than me. She was a sexually robust woman in her forties who went by the name Bunny and she had a daughter who was also older than me at the time. We met at a mutual friend’s party and she introduced herself by telling me that my boyfriend was good with his tongue. This initially confused me because mostly, I just thought he tasted like Marlboro Reds. I smoke American Spirits. He was the second Aries I dated, coincidentally with the same first name as the first Aries. I never spoke to him again. This goodbye mattered because I no longer had anybody to bring me free weed and help me build IKEA furniture in my shitty apartment.

   I turned twenty-one over the winter break of my freshman year of college. I was living with my parents again, after leaving the shitty apartment during Thanksgiving break. All of my friends were out of state so I bought myself a cheap bottle of gas station wine and invited a boy from Tinder over to my house. We made out on the couch and I knew he was going to hurt me. He did. He was a poet and a playwright with a big ego and a vaguely Italian-sounding name. He lived with his mom and did stand-up comedy on the weekends. I will never trust a stand-up comedian. He was a Capricorn, which also cannot be trusted.  He made fun of me for listening to emo music and I made fun of him for liking musical theater. We went on for months, sleeping together and refusing to acknowledge the fact that we were sleeping together. I moved into an apartment on Coventry while I was still seeing him and he would come over to drink and argue with my Pisces friends. He had a girlfriend almost the entirety of the time I was seeing him. We didn’t know about each other. She was a Gemini. I found out he had graciously given me an STD months after we had already stopped talking. He still follows me on Instagram. This goodbye was extremely prolonged and painful and overdramatic. This was the kind of goodbye I had been expecting when I left home for the first time, but instead it was with a dumb boy. It still mattered, probably.

   I moved out of Cleveland Heights the week before the end of my sophomore year of college. I left behind an apartment that never really felt like home and moved into another apartment that sometimes feels like home. I left behind my bitterness and anger but managed to pick up uncertainty and consistent self-doubt along the way. I moved into a big, old apartment building in Shaker Heights with my (very recently) ex-boyfriend. The first night in our new place we got a pizza and tried to coax my cat out from hiding in the furniture. I cried because I knew I was going to feel trapped, not unlike my cat, probably. I cried because I thought about my mom and how sad I make her. I cried because I knew nothing was ever going to be enough for me. I chalked it up to the fact that I am an overdramatic Sagittarius and ignored those feelings for five more months. I felt like this was a goodbye that mattered, but I’m not exactly sure what I said goodbye to. I’m still trying to figure it out, but I probably never will.

   I spent the summer in this apartment in Shaker Heights doing nothing and taking care of plants and my cat, who’s a Gemini. I drank a lot of wine in the evenings and stopped eating and started sleeping too much. I ignored my friends and didn’t pick up the phone or text anyone back. I only left the house to go to work and came back immediately after my shifts, feeling too anxious to be outside or in public alone. I laid in bed at night, sweating because we don’t have air conditioning, thinking about dying and what my parents would say at my funeral. This time, those thoughts didn’t feel so overdramatic, which was scary. As the summer went on, I thought less about dying and more about escaping, leaving school, leaving my job, leaving my relationship. I applied for study-abroad programs and ignored their acceptance emails. My boyfriend was working full-time, usually over-time, and so I spent most of my days completely isolated, planning my escape. I looked at apartments for rent in cities I’ve never been to, or even considered going to. I spent a weekend in Columbus and then another weekend in Detroit, always dreading coming back to Cleveland. I felt like I had been living as a ghost for the last six months of my life and I was desperately trying to figure out how to become human again. I feel like I’ve said goodbye to this image I’ve curated so carefully for myself, completely disregarding everything I thought I knew about myself and now I’m scrambling around, trying to understand what happened. This is it, this is the big one, the most melodramatic, the most important goodbye.

   I left my first serious, adult relationship last week. We were only together for a little over a year, but it felt like a lot longer. We still live together, so that’s been awkward. When the conversation actually happened, I felt less sad and more relieved. I didn’t even cry. I sat on the chair in our living room and he sat on the couch, asking me what happened. I don’t know what happened. Falling out of love is weird. Realizing that you have a better time hanging out with your friends than spending time with your partner is weird. Understanding that it’s not anyone’s fault and that two people can still care about each other very much but not be in love anymore is weird. We are both fire signs and we are both very overdramatic. And we watch too many movies. He doesn’t believe in astrology, but he’s the stereotype of a Leo. I’ve been listening to a lot of Sufjan Stevens and the National, thinking really hard about what went wrong, and where, and what we could have done to change it, or prolong it even more, or ignore it completely. This goodbye feels like a death. This goodbye will leave a lasting imprint, on both people involved. This goodbye matters.

   I’ll be turning twenty-three in a couple months. I’ve said countless goodbyes, see-yous and catch-you-laters in my life so far. I’ll say a billion more. This isn’t meant to be some deep, soul-searching essay or even a reflection. More an examination. No matter how many goodbyes I say, I know they’ll all matter, even if they become arbitrary later. I’m still not any better at saying it. I will probably never be comfortable saying it. I know I’m always going to be a melodramatic Sagittarius. Maybe someday I won’t define myself that way, but today is not that day.

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[honnybunnie]

Can I request MC dressing up fancy in the brothers specific colour (maybe even an access of their animal or something close to it) at an event that Lord Diavolo was throwing Whether they already set with the brothers as a date or doing this to get their attention is up to you

Of course! A event or party hosted by Diavolo is sure to be be grand. when you say their color, im hoping the color they usually wear or the colors they have on during their demon forms.

I apologize for how long it took, I can’t go in blind, I had to design some clothes to get a better picture of the fancy outfits<3 <3

Lucifer:

There were only 2 reasons you decided to work the party. Diavolo offered to pay for your service, and second once you saw Barbatos display your outfit it became motivation. Lucifer along with Diavolo was the talk of these parties. Even with all seven brothers you weren’t even able to attend a party with a date, so it didn’t hurt to work at a party.

This party was to celebrate Lucifer’s thousands of years of serving as Diavolo’s loyal friend.

You Stood there welcoming the guests with a bow. The guests smitten by the attire that draped your body. A white laced choker with a red bow, White corset in addition to a red blazer with stilted tails in the back, tight high waist black pants with a damark pattern. The last detail was the red peacock feathers embellished with black and gold eyes. Diavolo acknowledged that even his wait staff needed to be well suited for every occasion. You were at the command of every guest, still not having a sight of Lucifer. There was a slight touch felt on the lower back. Reacting with a full body turn, you didn’t see anyone. Sighing at the action, you resumed your duty of collecting empty champagne glasses, and handing out horderves. Barbatos sent you on a run to the kitchen to get more champagne.

Pouring the champagne into empty glasses, you jolted at the sudden touch that was felt on your lower back. Swinging a hand to hit who the culprit, only to have it caught spinning you around to face them. Lucifer with a smirk pulled you closer by the lower back. “I apologize was this not what you wanted?,” he mumbled adjusting his lips to your ear, “Didn’t you wear this outfit to finally receive my attention. Don’t think I haven’t notice how great you look dressed as my animal, and in my color no less.”

Mammon:

You had told Diavolo about the hotels with gambling as a main attraction. Though gambling was illegal in devildom, he decided to make it into a little charity. As soon as Mammon had gotten wind of it and he needed his lady luck to attend with him. “Mc, as ya first demon, ya should know that you will be attending the gambling charity with me,” he demanded with a slight smirk, “Make sure to wear something that a lucky Lady would wear.” The night of the event you were running late, because Asmodeus kept making adjustments to your look. He said its no good looking like a cheap whore for an extravagant event.

Mammon was already at the event gambling... losing and acquiring more debt as time passed.

Emerging into the event hall multiple eyes turned to glance at your appearance, You wore a ruffled black shirt, tucked into a yellow skirt with a slit on each side of the skirt, topped with gold chandeliers earrings, and a crow pendant necklace. which Asmodeus claimed were both charmed to bring good luck. One demon already approaching them, “why Hello, you must be the hum-,” he was stopped by a knock to the teeth. “Hey they’re spoken for, don’t pursue just any human,” he growled, “this is my lucky charm.”

Walking away with arm around your shoulder, “gold really suits you,” he cooed. The night was mainly you plastered onto his lap, and when you weren’t directing touching him coincidentally he’d lose.

Leviathan:

Diavolo wanted to hold an event to help gather the otaku’s of devildom, and so he planned to host a cosplay cafe in a month, at rad. All the server’s were going to wear different outfits, and Barbatos had jolted down the measurements for the cosplay outfits that the seamstress to sew. Barbotos stated that the seamstress was going to make the outfits and design them. You were excited to see what the outfit was going be designed and sewed for you.

You were excited to tell Levi about the event, but he was always busy in the room, and when he left it was always to run to the craft store. He was definitely working on a big project. The day of the event Levi knocked on your door with a bag stretched out into your face. “th-this will look g-great on you,” he stuttered, “see you at the c-cosplay c-cafe.” Was he the one that made the cosplay, shrugging you stormed to rad.

As the cosplay Cafe was about to begin. You gazed at the cosplay in the mirror. Just wow. White collared purple tank top romper, a black tie, black bunny ears and tail. The top part of the romper was very revealing. Ready to work you picked up a plate and placed some starting treats.

You skimmed the cafe, hoping to find the purple haired otaku. Once in sight you rushed over with a skip. "Welcome back master, I hope these treats will find you well," you voiced. "M-mc!?!?! Huh.. h-huh," Levi panicking concealing his red tinted face with his arm, "t-thank YOU FOR THE TREATS... You LOOK GOOD IN THE OUTFIT I MADE." Your hunch earlier was right, you smiled and bowed, "thank you master, I hope you and I can put it to good use again." "Y-yes we will," he muttered.

Satan:

They caught your attention at Cat Cafe. Diavolo wanted you and Satan to be at the event as helpers, because he was horrified at the thought of some of the demons would eat the cats. You both were instructed to wear a something formal with some cat ears that they will provide. Hearing this you constructed a outfit in your mind.

At the Cat Cafe you presented your self, in a green button shirt, black sailor high waist shorts, cat apron, and green cat ears to match. Satan was stealing glances at you often, and you wanted to confront him about him. “MC... you should wear those ears more often,” he whispered into your ear. He patted your butt, “Maybe next week to the library. lets make it a date while we are at it.”

You blushed at his comment. “I noticed that you choose carefully on the color too, you choose my demon color.” he added.

Asmodeus:

You knew that when ever their was a Diavolo hosted party at the fall, Asmo was always tailing someone to make them his that evening. You wanted to be the next pray, you observed his motions, and types he would pick up at every party whenever both of you attended. He prayed on the ones that covered up more. I guess he was the type to reveal what was kept to the imagination. He also really love people who showed some shoulder showing.

Arriving at the fall, with a long sleeve pink knitted shirt with the shoulders, burgundy leather pants, some caramel high knee boots, and a black scorpion brooch located on the heart. He was already prowling around, but when you swiftly swung the doors opened and strolled in, his eyes locked onto your hips. they swayed side to side, the confidence that build with ever stride.

He approached you. “Mc, what a breathtaking look,” he purred “who exactly are you trying to impress, so I can destroy them. You grin, “well then your gonna have to destroy you self,” replying calmly to his comment. Smitten by the comment he cupped your check, “Oh Mc, this color really bring out the color in your shoulders.”

Beelzebub:

You were to attend as a maid to Diavolo's tea and treat tasting party, he would compensate you for your time. Honestly all you cared about was being able to dress as a maid to impress the cute Gluttony demon. Barbatos prepared a puffy orange maid dress, that have a black leather apron, and gloves for the party. When the party was on its way, you were to offer tea to anyone who requested.

You weren't surprised to oversee the ginger take in every treat in sight. Of course wasn't there for the tea, so you walked passed him to pour some tea for someone who was asking. He must have not noticed you, continuing the duties tasked to you. There were already 2  times that Barbatos had to restock the food that Beelzebub had already consumed. Pouting that not once did he ask for tea. This time Barbatos wanted you to replenish the food that was to be laid out in front of him.

“MC, thank you, I’ve been hoping you would serve me treats and tea,’ he smiled patting your head “you look very cute in orange. Please be my maid again soon.”

Belphegor:

A sleepover party was enough to make this cowboy excited. You could see it in his texts. Lately Belphie’s been urging you for more naps, although he thought that maybe you slept too little to begin with. He was always upset your sleep schedules clashed. If he was tired you’d be wide awake, and vise versa.

He knew that when ever Diavolo organized an event, You would always make time for it, sleepy or not. The best part was that pajama’s were a must, and you needed to make the final tug on the reel. Your attire was a satin cow patterned printed shirt, and satin navy blue shorts. though the type of fabric wasn’t as breathable, and was too nice for a sleepover. The night was spent wide awake lounging around on the bean bag chair. Closing your eyes, enjoying the rain and thunder sound a sudden weight sinked onto your lap. Glancing at a groggy Belphie, “you look adorable, so Im going to sleep here with you,” he demanded “maybe if you were my sweater you’d look cuter.”