#the other cat was very bold to be fair

[rae-writes]

headbutting

nb!Satan x reader

wc : 0.3k

synopsis : all it took was one text and an offhand comment

a/n : the chats/list of Satan’s favorite cat habits was the cutest thing ever and I loved it and I love him and we need to give the man what he wants damnit-

While it’s true that the six brothers have gotten used to their new blonde addition to the family- and by extension his rage fits - even they were about to fall off their chairs and eat tile flooring at your boldness. 

You’d walked in, all bright and cheery, saying your hello’s to each brother— until you reached Satan. To which you hummed in greeting before bonking your head against his at full force, horns clashing with a low ‘thunk’ sound. 

A few choked on their food, others were practically hiding under the table, and Mammon was debating whether or not to pray for you (if that even worked anymore). 

Lucifer chose to pinch the bridge of his nose with a sigh, dreading the tantrum that was sure to come…it never did. 

No, instead they watched as Satan, wrath incarnate, number one rage fit thrower, began blushing. He even nuzzled against you in return. 

“You..you guys are seeing this too, right?” 

“I think we’re all dead—“ 

“—or hallucinating. Who cooked breakfast? It might be food poisoning.” 

“My cooking is not bad, thank you very much! I-“ 

Satan’s eyes cut through everyone’s bickering with a glow, “Shut it.” Then they promptly softened when you gave him another- lighter- bonk. 

“What’s our goal for today?” 

Satan practically sighed his answer out dreamily, “No ripped books.” 

“No ripped books.” You repeated with a smile, scratching at the base of his horns lovingly. When you sat down to eat, you blinked at all the looks you were receiving, “What?” 

“Did- did you just scratch him like you would a cat?” 

“Ooh, scratch my horns too!” 

“So not fair!” 

A growling Satan silenced them all once again, making you giggle. Sending a subtle smug glance to Lucifer, you placate the fourth born with a pat on the head.

#obey me x reader #om x reader #omnb x reader #obey me nightbringer x reader #satan x reader #om satan #nb satan #nightbringer x reader

[gyupinkys]

FOUND YOU

Yandere Jihoon x fem reader.

WC: 3.8K

Jihoon was never one for relationships. His stoic behavior tends to bore the ladies, but he's had is fair share of flings. However, when some low life hacker tries to access his files; he cant help but look into you more, and some more, and a little more until he becomes obsessed. Jihoon makes it his mission to find you.

WARNINGS: YANDERE, stalking, DUB CON, phone sex, spying, unconsented filming, use of sex toys, fingering, mention of kidnapping, sugar daddy Jihoon, bratty reader.

A/N: i love this fic and I love you woozi.

One semester left… just one. Why on earth would they raise your tuition by $5,000? Are they forgetting both of your parents are dead and you have no job? The financial aid office is no help and you're already about $10,000 in debt. How nice. You look at your computer, contemplating. There's always that option… no it’s not safe. But damn you need money,  you need your degree, you need to get out of this fucking city and start over. You look down at your cat Bruno sitting at your feet. 

“Should I?”

He just gives you a judgemental look and walks away. This fucking cat…

You have no other choice. You pull out your spare laptop, not risking your pc getting any viruses. A few months ago you drunkenly stumbled upon a website on the dark web that gives you access to IP addresses of major company computers. You very easily figured out how to access their files, you can see everything; their expenses, investments, and payments. It would be so easy to transfer money to an offshore account and cover your traces. Scrolling through the list of companies you try to find one you’ve never heard of. More popular companies tend to have more security. 

“Universe factory?”

Hmmm. Doesn't ring a bell. It’s located about fifteen miles from your apartment so you aren't worried about them finding you. Weirdly, you can't find any bank accounts linked to this company. Scouring through some files, this seems to be a music company of sorts? You find samples of songs, lyrics, beats, and oh shit.. Drug shipments? Why is this in the music files? You try to dive deeper only for your connection to completely cut off and your computer blue screens. Fucking hell. The computer won’t turn back on and you won't have a chance to cover your tracks. So much for being computer savvy…

“Fuckkkkk” youre actually fucked. These people are clearly good if they are able to shut off your computer so they may have  already found your address by now. You're hoping your vpn and security walls help you. You get up and start to pace. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? Of course you somehow chose the shadiest fucking company on earth. There's nothing to do now but stress and wait for your likely impending death.

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“The fuck?”

Jihoon’s studio is his safe space. He’s lucky Cheol lets him pursue his passions on the side, this mafia thing tends to take up a lot of his time so being able to unwind in his own space is a treasure. But when he returns to his computer he senses something is wrong. Someone’s gone through his files. Now, Jihoon wouldn't be too worried if all that was on this computer was his music, but recently he’s been using the Universe factory as a coverup to store documents from past business deals. Now this couldnt have been the work of some amaetur, in order to get past all his security takes some real skill, and to be able to do it without a trace? Hm…

Jihoon looks through his files, trying to catalog all the incriminating evidence.

“Tiger’s super wicked diss track?” he speaks in disbelief. When the fuck did Soonyoung get in his studio? And record a fucking distrack? 

Jihoon runs a program to see the location of the last user to access his encrypted files. Nothing? Hmm… This is too random to be a coincidence, this person must've found his IP address and started from there. He decides to be bold and search his IP addresses on his self made database, it wouldn't hurt. 

 “ “FoundYou.com”? What the fuck?”

Well he hit the jackpot. He was able to look at who accessed this website in the past 24 hours and who interacted with the universe factory link. He traced the computer to a rural part of antarctica… ok that's definitely not the real location.  He digs a little deeper finding layers and layers of security. He’s starting to think this may not be some silly hacker and could be a rival mafia pulling at strings. After an hour he’s confident he’s found the real address and hacker. About fifteen miles from him lives a Y/N L/N, full time student, studying in computer science, $10,437.76 in debt and an orphan… hm. He looks up your instagram and woah. He wasn’t expecting you to look like that. He sees your friends, finds their instagrams, just to see more pictures of you cover his bases. Your college friends speak highly of you, your highschool friends love you, oh wow even your elementary school friends still hang out with you. He digs a little deeper, just to know who he’s dealing with. You adopted a cat a year ago, a cat who visits the vet very often. Gestational blockages, broken arm, not eating, bladder infection… This cat seems like a handful. 

“Bruno? Like Bruno Mars or Bruno from Encanto?” he whispers to himself. 

You visited the hospital last year from a broken pinky, your dermatologist keeps increasing the strength of your acne medication, you take very strong pills for your cramps. Car accident when you were 7, therapy for 10 years and dead parents?… Figures. 

Your credit card statement says a lot about you. $7 matcha lattes three times a week despite being in debt. $15 chipotle bowls and 12am Mcdonalds. You really like shopping at Adam and eve… freaky. You bought $100 worth of things from amazon yesterday. You sure do buy a lot of cat toys on amazon, this cat is spoiled. Hair dye, batteries, water bottles, 12 pound bag of skittles? 

“Woozi, what are you doing?” Soonyoung whispers in his ear.

Jihoon jumps, “When did you even get in here?”

“You get too immersed in your work, but why are you on amazon?”

“None of your business get out! AND WHEN DID YOU RECORD A DISS TRACK IN HERE.”

Hoshi’s eyes widen and he quickly makes his exit leaving Jihoon alone again. He knows he’s being a creep but he doesn't have it in him to care. You’re just so interesting.  

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“Bruno there's no one at the door stop growling.”

You open the door to show him no one is outside, but low and behold sitting outside your apartment is a large bouquet of hydrangeas… your favorite flower. 

“The fuck?”

You further inspect the flowers, seeing a note in the center.

“My precious little hacker, I’ll be seeing you soon. P.S check your bank account - Woozi’s Universe factory.”

You drop the flowers. Oh my god.You figured something like this would happen but now that it's happening you're freaked out. God, you should have minded your business. Now the little money you had is probably gone as some sort of twisted revenge. As you login to your bank app you're sure you've lost your mind and you're seeing things. $20,000 was wired to your savings account.

“What the fuck.”

You know better than to touch this money. It’s too good to be true. But, this would pay off your debt and get you a better apartment… fuck. You check your email to see what time the money was wired only to see an email from your school saying there were changes made to your account. Can this day get any worse? But it somehow gets better, not only is your tuition paid but all your debt is cleared… you must've suffered a head injury and you're making all of this up while in a coma. 

“Bruno, I might be killed in the next 7 days… Then you’ll have to fend for yourself.”

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“Bruno, I might be killed in the next 7 days.. Then you’ll have to fend for yourself.” your sweet voice rings out. 

Jihoon had to see your reaction to his gift. He’s glad you didn't notice the green dot on your mac as he watched you through the webcam. He loves the way you talk to Bruno like he’s a human.

It took a lot of digging to figure out your favorite flower, it was one of your security questions for your bank app. He hopes you appreciate his generosity, it’s not everyday that he goes out of his way to spoil someone. He sees you looking absolutely bewildered and he can’t help but smile. But this smile quickly drops when you turn to your computer and your eyes widen, presumably seeing your camera is on.

“YOU FUCKING CREEP!” you scream as you power off your computer, leaving him staring at a blank screen.

He just smiles in response. He’s gonna have so much fun with you.

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The gifts don't end. Everyday at 4pm you arrive home and on your doorstep is  something new, perfume, jewelry, bags, clothes, cat toys. This person must be rich. Though today the bell never rings. You even stand in your hallway looking for the delivery but it never comes. 

“Well isn't that weird?” you say to yourself as you unlock your door.

“Bruno?” Usually he comes running up to you when you unlock your door.

You see Bruno inspecting a bright red gift box sitting on your kitchen counter. You stop dead in your tracks. How the fuck did they get in your apartment? 

“Bruno! Move away from that.” you say and scoop him up. 

Oh god. This is getting insane. Leaving the gifts on your doorstep is one thing but coming inside? 

You stare at the gift for an hour. You're too afraid to open it. That is until it starts to vibrate. Is this a fucking bomb? You jump and open the box, seeing a brand new phone… Um Ok? The phone is receiving a call from an unknown number and obviously you don't answer it, setting the phone back down only for the same number to call again. You hesitantly answer. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, my love.”

“Who is this?” 

“Don’t worry about it, yet.”

“Ok, I’m gonna hang up.”

“Y/N, I wouldn't do that f I was you.”

“Stop being a fucking creep and sending shit to my door step.”

He just laughs.

“I left one more gift for you, why don’t you go look.”

You sigh and walk to your door, looking out the peephole first and opening it, picking up the large box.

“Are there killer wasps in here?” you sarcastically say.

“No, there are no wasps,” he laughs.

You open the box and pause, turning your head to your computer to see your camera is on.

“Are you watching me?”

“I’m always watching you, love.”

“God, youre a fucking creep, I should call the cops.”

“And tell them what? You tried to hack me and steal money from me? That you're a dirty little hacker and a thief?”

You’re starting to get upset, this is fucking insane.

“Open the box, love.”

You look at the computer and flip him off before opening the box. You gasp. This fucker sent you sex toys? 

“ALL YOU DO IS SHOW ME HOW MUCH OF A FUCKING PERVERT YOU ARE!” you yell into the phone.

“Is it so bad I want my baby to feel good?”

“I’m not your baby! I don’t even fucking know you.”

“I know you don’t know me but I know you. I know everything about you. Your favorite color is blue, your favorite food is Japanese curry, though you eat kimchi fried rice the most. You adopted Bruno because you needed something to keep you company since you don't really date. Your best friend moved away eight months ago and you two don't really talk anymore. Should I continue?”

“What the fuck.” you say with wide eyes.

“Baby, don’t get scared. I’m just so in love with you I need to know everything.”

“Um.” What do you even say to this?

“And don’t pretend this isn’t your darkest fantasy. I’ve seen your tumblr search history.”

Your eyes somehow widen. He got you there. Just the idea of having a clearly rich man obsessed with you would be enough to make you wet if he wasn't a pervert. 

“I want you to take out the shibari.”

You pull out a pretty blue vibrator. It’s even your favorite shade of blue. 

“Ok?” 

“I want you to use it for me.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Baby, I wouldn’t want to do things to make you upset, but I need you to listen to me. I’m not above blackmailing you and I’m sure you wouldn't want me to come snatch you up.”

Your jaw drops. 

“Youre fucking crazy!”

“Baby, you just make me feel so many things for you.”

You groan, cursing yourself for ever being greedy and trying to steal.

“What do you want me to do?” you sigh out.

“Take off your pants and sit on your desk chair.”

“Do I have to?” you pout looking straight into the camera.

“Yes, baby. I want to see you.”

Why is this making you wet? God, you fucking hate that this is exactly the smut you would always search for. You groan at the situation, yourself, at this mystery pervert.

You shimmy out of your pants and sit in your desk chair. You put the phone on speaker and set it down.

“Now what?”

“Turn it on and rub it over your nipples.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m sure the guys waiting outside your apartment would love to do it for you.”

Your heart drops to your ass and you turn it on, quickly putting it on your nipple.

Jeez, this thing is powerful. You let out a breathy moan disguised as a sigh.

“Run it down your body.” 

You slowly drag the vibrator down your body, your breathing becoming heavy. 

“Put your legs up on the chair and put it on your clit over your panties, I wanna see you soak through them.”

You put the head of the vibrator on your clit a little too hard making you jump.

“Slow your roll baby.” he laughs, making you roll your eyes.

This vibrator is on a different level from the shitty ones you have. It feels like you're being stimulated throughout your whole body, everything is vibrating and you feel yourself leaking. 

“I can see you getting wetter baby, fuck. I bet that pussy tastes so good.”

You moan, pressing the vibrator harder against you, feeling your toes curl.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

You close your eyes and nod, swallowing the shame. “It feels really good.”

“Move your panties to the side, let me see.”

You pull your soaked panties over and press the vibrator to your swollen clit. He lets out a deep groan. Jihoon can't believe his eyes, it’s like a dream come true. Your pretty pussy dripping wet just for him, you whining and moaning like all you can think about is cumming. He pulls out his hard cock, beginning to stroke himself, imagining he was fucking you. He would give it to you however you wanted, let you come as many times as you desired. No matter how bad you treated him, he would be on his knees begging to make you cum. The hold you have over him is unfathomable.  You’re truly like an angel sent to heaven just for him and he'll be damned if he doesn’t get his hands on you. He doesn't even have it in him to feel bad about watching you, listening to you, exploring you. In his mind you’ve been his from the moment he first saw you. His to worship, spoil, love until the end of time. You’ve become his muse, his lyrics flow out with only you in mind, he makes songs with the purpose of you hearing them. You’ve taken him over completely and he is so irrevocably in love with you. You don’t even need to love him back, he already has enough love for the both of you, and it's not like he wouldn’t be able to force you. A little isolation does wonders on the brain. 

“I need more,” you whine out.

“Tell me what you want.”

You just whine more in response, too embarrassed to speak. “You want to use your fingers?”

You nod furiously, opening your eyes to plead with him.

“Ok baby, slide two in for me. I want you to make yourself feel good.”

You listen and slide your fingers in, pumping them straight into your g-spot. You feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm, your moans becoming louder and more frequent.

“Turn it off”

Your eyes fly open. “What.”

“You heard me baby, turn it off.”

“No, no please I’m so close.”

“Y/N.”

You turn it off and throw it to the side, so insanely frustrated. 

“What is your deal!”

“You’re not cumming unless it's around my cock, baby.”

This man never fails to surprise you. “And what makes you think I’ll fuck you?”

“Trust me when I say that won’t be an issue.”

“What makes you so sure I just won’t finish myself off when I hang up?”

“I’m always watching, baby. It’s crazy how small they make cameras nowadays.”

“Fuck you Woozi’s Universe Factory.” you say not even able to take yourself seriously.

He just laughs. “I’ll be seeing you soon my love.”

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“Is he named after Bruno Mars or Bruno from Encanto?” a deep voice rings out from your couch as you enter your apartment making you scream.

You turn to run out your apartment only to see two giants standing in your hallway blocking your exit. You groan and turn back around seeing Bruno sitting in the man's lap. Woah. Is this your stalker? Because if so, you have zero complaints. You’ve never been one to like guys with long hair, but his curls are just so hot and his lips.. How are they so plump? He’s wearing a tight black turtleneck and slacks with a gold chain. He looks so fucking hot, suddenly your not as pissed that he forced you masturbate for him. 

“Who are you?”

“You know exactly who I am, my love.”

“I don't know your name. Do you want me to call you Woozi’s Universe factory?”

He breathes out a laugh. “My name is Jihoon, love.”

“I’m sure you already know my name and give me my fucking cat.” you go to grab Bruno who hisses at you. You gasp.

“You little traitor.” you growl. “The real Bruno Mars would never treat me like this.” you say threateningly to the cat. 

“Ahh, Bruno Mars. I love that guy.” Jihoon says as he lifts the cat to look him in his eyes. “You want to stay with me don’t you?” to which the cat purrs. 

You’re more shocked at your cat's betrayal than Jihoon breaking into your apartment.

“Y/N, sit with me”

“No.”

He raises a brow at you.

“Fine, but not because you asked.” you pout and sit next to him.

“Are you not scared?”

“Honestly, you're too cute for me to be scared of you. Like look at these cheeks.” you say and squeeze his cheeks making him grab your hand and pull it away from your face.

“You don’t know who you're messing with, my love.”

“I mean if you were going to kill me you would've done it already. And I know you're not going to anyway because why would you waste all this money on someone you were going to kill?”

He smiles. “So smart, baby.”

Why is he calling you baby and love? This is actually kind of spooking you.

“What do you want Jihoon?” 

“I want you to come live with me.” 

Your eyes widen. The fuck? Your feelings must be visible on your face because he continues.

 “So, you just want me to get up and leave with you?”

“Yes.”

“Why would I come with you? You've done nothing but stalk and harrass me!”

“I’ve have not been stalking you, love. Everything I’ve done is a result of your actions. You decided to try to hack me which gave me access to everything.” 

“You're just trying to manipulate me!” you say and stand up.

He looked deeply offended by this. “Manipulate you? Tell me one thing in what I said that's not true.”

He has a point. You're just grasping at straw to be honest. “What If I don’t want to go with you.” you pout and stomp your foot looking like a child.

“Then I’ll take you by force.” he says with a straight face.

Oh. You weigh your options. Would you rather live in this hell hole remaining broke and sad or go with him and drain his pockets? You don’t even know where he’s taking you, he could be bringing you to a cabin in the woods to lock you up and kill you. But it’s not like you have an option and you would much rather do this the easy way.

“Ok fine. But not because you told me to” God, you sound like such a brat.

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Six months later

“Jihoonnnnnnn.”

“Yes baby?”

“Can you buy me this?”

He groans. “Baby, what else could you possibly buy? You have it all.”

You show him your phone.

“Baby, you have this bag in three colors.” he deadpans.

“OK? This is my favorite color though.” You say like it's the most obvious thing on the planet.

Despite his grumbling he gets up and takes out his wallet, handing you his black card. Jihoon can never say no to you. Anything you ask for is yours, no matter what. Your life has completely changed since meeting him. You wouldn't say he’s your sugar daddy because you're equally as in love with him as he is with you,  but, lord does he spoil you. You moved into his high rise apartment and completely renovated it to your taste without a single complaint from him. He bought you a new wardrobe, new cars, bags, jewels, anything you could ever dream of. And the sex.. It’s just incredible. And Bruno is as spoiled as ever. He’s Jihoon’s baby despite Jihoon pretending to dislike him. You know what Jihoon does for a living, that's none of your business though. All that you care about is keeping him and yourself happy. You’ve grown more than accustomed to this lifestyle, not knowing how you functioned before meeting him. 

“Thank you Woozipoo”

“Stop calling me that” he groans.

“If you want me to stop you’ll get out this fucking studio and come to bed.”

He rolls his head to you. “Why would I do that?”

“So I can thank you for being so good to me.” you say into his neck making him groan. 

“God, baby don’t say things like that.”

“I can’t tell my man how much I want to fuck him?”

“Get your ass in the bedroom.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi smut #jihoon smut #woozi x reader

[bonefall]

i know u dont rework arcs untill theyre complete but im very excited to see what you do with a starless clan, theres so much exciting things happening in this arc to work with. do you have any changes you already know for sure you’ll be incorporating?

No for-sures. I don't want to make any for-sures. I have ones I'm feeling but I don't want to call ANYTHING a for-sure yet. I need to find out what the ending is, WHERE this is all going, because I have a strong philosophy in my writing that a story is like a spear;

IT'S ALL ABOUT GETTING TO THE POINT.

But we are 4/6 of the way in, so I CAN start talking about thoughts!

I'm actually leaning pretty heavily towards axing Nightheart as a POV. There's still time for the books to turn around and justify it, BUT HEAR ME OUT

(Saying AS someone who is a Nightheart Enjoyer)

So far I'm really feeling that his character would benefit from us never being inside of his head, or seeing what he's been going through. As much as I WILL stand by that I enjoyed books 1 and 2 and liked his perspectives there, I'm starting to think that it would serve the story a lot better for Sunbeam and Frostpaw to be guessing just as much as we are.

We'd get introduced to Nightheart on the journey for catmint.

Sunbeam connects with him immediately, because she's tossed on this mission while she's in the middle of a swirling tide of drama. With nothing but Clerics and a hardened Rootspring to the left and her ex-bestie (exstie) to the right, he's really her only other choice for companionship. She's chronically unable to stop problems before they get out of hand, the sort of person who becomes frozen by indecision, and then here comes this Glorious Bastard

In her eyes, he's so caring, and bold, and fun! He's the first one to jump headlong into danger, to really be interested in her problems and just let her talk, and his story is so heartbreaking! A mother who's so hard on him... and his Clan is so mean all the time, but he wants to prove to all of them that he's more than just Firestar's descendant... but he was so brave to choose his own name.................

And then, when she follows him into ThunderClan, she learns he fucking lied. She changed Clans based on SOB STORIES

When she first comes, no one knows what he's been saying behind their back. Even if they did, they don't want to start trashing Nightheart right to his new mate's face. But then he LEAVES, and Sunbeam will bring up,

"Maybe it was because you were hard on him?"

And then Sparkpelt tries to agree, just to take blame onto herself and stop all this, but Finchlight's had eNOUGH and ends up setting the record straight;

"No this is DEFINITELY another tantrum. He already ran off once before."

"NO he didn't pick his own name, he stopped the whole ceremony to complain and Bramblestar gave him a compromise"

"MEAN to him?? I had to do HIS WORK because he couldn't STAY ON THE GROUND"

"Oh he's buckling under the weight of his legacy? that must be so hard. I was cat-fifteen when i punched my first fascist and he was wearing the face of my grandpa."

"His mom aba-WHAT?? ABANDONED???? OUR MOTHER WAS EXILED AND HE STAYED HOME!!!!! WE WERE CAT-FIFTEEN!!"

With this false hope shattered, Sunbeam is thrown into a devastating situation where... her mother was right. She was tricked. And now she's stuck in this new Clan without any of her old friends, without this mate who was too-good-to-be-true, the ONE impulsive choice she's made on her own in her WHOLE LIFE turns to ashes in her mouth. She can't go back, either, because Berryheart would NEVER let her live this down.

But... it's okay.

It's a slow shock, to make a choice SO impulsive and SO self-concerned, and find a safety net below her. It's going to be okay. The trials are fair. The cats of ThunderClan interrupt and speak over each other, but, that teaches her to be more assertive. Sparkpelt and Finchlight are not the mean assholes that Nightheart built them up to be, and they'll support her no matter what she chooses to do with her possible mate.

I want Nightheart TO get better, but, in order for that to happen, he has to face, and, more importantly, ACCEPT consequences. He needs to develop the maturity to say, "I acted like a brat and didn't appreciate what I had. and I'm sorry. you don't have to forgive me."

Bottom line being, Nightheart is striking me lately as a character that works best as unpredictable, because we have NO IDEA what's truly in his head. It would be interesting for him to have a novella later, but as it stands, his POV has consistently just been a duplicate since he joined ShadowClan. We gained NOTHING from splitting the Frostpaw Journey of the newest book in half POV, and VERY little from splitting the ShadowClan one into half POV.

I might reduce the POVs to 2, just Sunbeam and Frostpaw, or change Nightheart's to Lightleap. If I NEED 3 main characters, then they should all be a consistent camera on different parts of the conflict.

Again. I do not commit to changes until the arcs are done. Nothing in BB!ASC is set yet.

But here's some other little things I'm thinking,

Bramblestar is VOTED out.

He does not step down. The little "game" he played with Nightheart to create a situation to yell at Squilf, who hasn't been his mate in a long time in BB, was the LAST straw for ThunderClan.

They had sympathy for him before that point, because of what he went through with Ashfur, but his leadership was long and controversial even before the Impostor.

And there's a really strong sentiment that IF Bramblestar had been a good leader... they would have realized he was possessed sooner. So, there are those who partially blame him for the tyranny of the Impostor.

Basically; enough is enough.

Berryheart's hate group has ACTUAL consequences. Someone gets killed; probably Antfur, who survived the last arc to die here.

More fights. This arc has been too bloodless. Already planning SEVERAL sudden, random brawls in RiverClan as tensions boil.

Heartstar is going to be MORE controversial. Not controversial enough in canon imo. I don't like how Leaf and Squilf seem like they have "hypothetical" issues with the invasion instead of being able to point at REAL ones.

riverclan didn't forget how to do the chores they've done their WHOLE lives, no. I'm going to talk about POWER VACUUMS and create ACTUAL factions that begin to coagulate in RiverClan.

if we're going to have a brainless plot about how "Well Ackshually democracy has enough problems to make us reconsider not having unaccountable, tyrannical dictators, because a vote could maybe be called over One Single Issue" then I'll talk about shit like the spoiler effect, mob mentality, and factionalism. Get the hell out of my way ERIN I'll cook

No Smoky. Society has progressed past the need for Smoky. No Smokyng Area.

Whistlepaw should to try and take care of her ALONE, not trained enough to take care of SUCH bad wounds and barely able to keep her trembling paws straight, and Frostpaw realizes that she's making her watch her own friend die.

Is this how her life is going to end? slipping away under the paws of someone she loves, for what? pride? to do what her mother told her-- trust no cat?

As she TRUSTS Whistlepaw? Trusts her SO much, that Frostpaw will force her to be the only witness to her death?

FROSTPAW CALLS THE HUMAN

...which in BB, is a team of researchers. She drags herself to them, and collapses. This is why they just HAPPENED to have the proper equipment on them; they're WILDLIFE VETS.

Not sure how I'm going to handle Frostpaw's Journey though. In BB, the Park Cats are already a foundational part of Clan Culture.

In all honesty, while I HAVE to praise the fact that the Erins have FINALLY created ONE outsider group that isn't malicious or defenseless... I don't much care for them.

sending frostpaw on a side quest to what's essentially a big DOTC reference. Look! It's that group we introduced in the last 5 chapters of our latest glorified recap! cooool.

We're just going to get nothing but fucking founders in every dream from now on. I'm SURE of it.

As a consolation prize to myself though I will be writing cool angel scenes of the absolute BEING that Riverstar has become in heaven.

Riverstar (normal cat): "Elder Bones I'm going out!"

"not dressed like THAT you're not!!!"

Riverstar (the manifestation of the river, the rain in the sky above, and the abyss below, and how through water we are all truly connected as one being): "better?"

I will probably keep the Park Cats and rework them significantly, but I'm leaning pretty heavily towards Frostpaw visiting a LOT of places. A holy pilgrimage.

ESPECIALLY one of the Tribe's three wards; the River Ward. The Tribe of Rushing Water believes (it's even in the name) that water connects all things.

So I think it would be really fitting for Frostpaw to learn from MANY perspectives, starting with this philosophy put forth by the River Ward.

And she realizes-- that's what Riverstar is, as well. As a being. He is mentoring her on this pilgrimage, while barely saying a word. She can feel him wherever she is, because he isn't JUST the God of the River.

He is connection. He is peace. He's water. Too much and you'd drown, not enough and you'd thirst.

#BB!ASC #better bones au #Bone babble

[blackopals-world]

Unconventional Proposals part 2

Part 1

Yuu x Vice Wardens edition

Twisted Wonderland might have its own courting traditions but Yuu might not be from our world. What if they are the one with strange traditions?

Trey- Anyone Can Cook

This isn't fair. Trey literally has his fic already about his proposal. So I'm cheating and linking it here. Sorry, just saving time.

Ruggie- Engraved

Ever tradition is weird when you think about it. This one was no different. When you like someone you carve them a pendent out of Stone or wood. If they accept and wear it you are bound together.

Yuu picked stone knowing the process would take longer to make. The traditional way was to take a cloth and rub the stone until it was smooth while carving a shape. Like the ocean over rocks.

Ruggie had noticed Yuu work on the totem for months and had asked them if they needed help. Yuu denied.

On the day Yuu presented the carving they was given a pendant in return. Ruggie didn't know about the special meaning but he was inspired by Yuu to make a present for them anyways. It was a wood carving of a hyena. They gladly accepted.

Jade- Whale of a Time

A true warrior knows how to prove their love. Leagues deep in the frozen waters they dive to steal the ocean's bounty, a black fish tooth. To prove yourself it must be presented to your true love.

Yuu is armed with a spear, knife, net, and the determination to subdue a killer fish. They had trained their whole life for the moment they would rip the teeth out of the whale's mouth.

Gleefully they presented the blood-stained tooth to Jade. He was actually very flattered by it. The show of strength was very attractive to him. Eels don't court for long and Yuu's tribe didn't have time for lengthy rituals in their frozen lands. They were a couple instantly.

Jamil- Fine Print

"Your future husband must be clever. His eyes sharp. And his mind clear. When you dance he must see only you." Their mother would say.

Yuu understood what she meant as they watched another young woman dance across the stage. Her skin was painted in beautiful curving patterns, unlike the young man who went before. His skin was painted in sharp zig-zagging formations.

Each design had a special hidden message in them. Usually, it was the initials of their chosen partner hidden deep within. If they spotted it then it would mean that they had eyes only for them because they watch the dancer's every movement to be sure.

Yuu wanted to get their message across though so they painted a long winding serpent from their hand to coiling around their torso to the other leg. Within the serpent was 'J.V' written in gold. If Jamil did see it they'd see it as a win(even if they were cheating a bit)

During Kalim's party they performed the serpent's dance dressing in red silks and the only clue that Jamil noticed was him spitting his drink while they disrobed to begin.

He noticed alright and couldn't decide if he wanted everyone else to notice too. It was such a bold declaration of wanting to be his. How could he say no?

Rook- One Jump Ahead

The jungle was harsh and without mercy. A capable hunter is the most desired partner. One who can spot a jaguar in the trees, and hunt boars without them noticing. One who can provide premium meat and herbs for their marriage banquet.

They must put them to the test. Hunter against prey.

Yuu had their eyes on a particular hunter. Tempting Rook to chase was child's play. Leaving items in his path in a bid to get him to return them worked. Rook caught on quickly as the lost items became calling cards to look for Yuu.

One morning he found a letter on his window with a letter of love.

"𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮.♡"

He needed little convincing as he tracked the elusive Yuu. They were very good a remaining undetected but the trail led to the woods. For an entire day, the game of cat and mouse and Yuu got sloppy. They snapped a twig while climbing and Rook heard. The game had been won and Rook proved to be a superior hunter. And as the loser the rules were set in stone. Yuu would be the prize won.

Lilia- Salt-crusted Dreams

The seers and soothsayers have their ways. Their lives are ruled by stars and visions. That is how Yuu's people have lived since that days man had no answers to the stars and fate. Every day Yuu drew their cards to see what fate had in store, but that day, in particular, was interesting. The lovers were upright, the fool was raising, the star shines brightly, the tower is revered and the hanged man was longer doomed. It spelled good things.

The answer was simple to Yuu. Today was the day. New love was very near and a fated pair will be made. Don't resist and cause strife to oneself, you've already ovoid one disaster so don't make another. The cards can never leave them be with all their ominous warnings even if it's good news.

Yuu knew it was time as they began preparing their family recipe. Whenever a youth wanted to know who their soulmate was a loaf of salty bread was baked. It was to be eaten before sleep. Whoever comes to them in their dreams and offers them water would be their soulmate.

Nothing could prepare the seer for who appeared no matter what they believed. It was Lilia of all beings.

Yuu's family is as close to the fae as they are to the stars. The line was thin between the realms and few walked it.

Donning their robes Yuu approached the bat fae.

"Oh ho? A fortune teller approaches. It must be fate." He gestured Yuu to sit with him.

Yuu nodded and told him it was a matter of fate. They would like to give them a reading.

The reading yielded an expected result. The cards all matched their own. The odds to improbable it could only be fate.

"It seems it was written in the stars."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #rook hunt x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #trey clover x reader #jamil viper #trey clover #jade leech

[bettathanyou]

I'm really new to the fandom (I got in it because I am absolutely in love with this wet-cat of a man, Cedric) but I already have the head canon that Cedric thinks he's (romantically) unlovable. It just doesn't compute in his brain that someone could have such feelings about him. Sure, he can be liked and admired but never loved. (Probably due to his traumas)

Can you write a little thing about Y/N being not very subtle about their feelings but Cedric just doesn't get it. Sofia tries to even be a little match-maker!

Sofia: I think Y/N has a crush on you! :D Cedric: You should know better than to lie.

Take A Hint: Y/N x Cedric The Sorcerer, Having A Crush!

"Cedric!"

Your voice carried through the breeze of the garden, the trees rustling softly alongside your hair being tousled by the wind. It was another fair weather, perfectly sunny day in Enchancia; right now, though, all you cared about was centered on the sorcerer in plum stained robes.

He was grumbling to himself, oblivious to your approach.

"Cedric...!"

You called out louder, your pace subconsciously picking up as you approached Cedric. Upon your second greeting, the man visibly flinched, clearly snapped out of whatever daze he was in before.

Cedric quickly turned his head towards you standing there, his mahogany irises lighting up in recognition and warmth. The man's lanky body was still half bent over the lavender bush in front of him, with silvery grey bangs hung slightly in his eyes.

You beam Cedric a giddy smile, feeling your heart race by just seeing those caramel eyes fixed on you. What made your stomach flip, though, was seeing the sweet and shy smile creep along the sorcerer's cheeks to return your own smile.

In a last minute decision, you decide to be bold; because, well- you tried being subtle for weeks about your feelings! You had hoped for all the small touches, winks from catching eye contact, and compliments that the sorcerer would've noticed by now.

However, Cedric wasn't getting it; you were going to go mad at this rate, if this slow burn got any damn slower.

Your fingers gently brush a lock of thick, silky silver out of Cedric's eye. You see the man freeze from contact, clearly not expecting such close proximity. Cedric swallows, hard, holding his breath and hoping you couldn't hear his heart slamming against his chest.

His eyes stay fixed on you, as you adjust his bangs without a word- and you certainly weren't complaining. Cedric's eyes were already a lovely light brown color on their own, but in the bright summer sun they shined like pools of molten gold, the kind any noble or king would envy.

He was beautiful, and the glow in your cheeks damned you to how much you liked him.

As you pull your hand away, your fingertips brush against his cheek. It was like a match being struck against the grain, setting Cedric's skin ablaze with a red hue.

You giggle slightly, biting your tongue trying not to embarrass him further.

"... Your bangs are starting to get longer, Cedric." You commented with a smirk, unabashedly checking him out.

"It's- Uh, well- I..." The sorcerer fumbles with his words, then his hands with a nervous tick.

"I like it, you know."

I like you, too. You thought to yourself, the words almost tumbling out of your throat alongside it.

Cedric laughs awkwardly, clearly unsure how else to take your compliment other than a small, "Thank you, dear."

Wait.

"...Dear?"

You cock your head to the side, a Cheshire grin spreading across your face.

Cedric raises his brows in equal parts surprise and distress, as if he didn't even know what came out of his mouth. He scrambles to say something, but you don't give him the opportunity to apologize or try to take back what he said.

"I think I like that, too~"

You confess with a soft chuckle, breaking eye contact as your own bashfulness begins to catch up to you. You rub your arm a little self consciously, to soothe your nerves before glancing back at the sorcerer.

Cedric inwardly flinches from your eyes catching his own again. He didn't understand why you were so nice, and friendly, and happy to be around someone like him, but. It felt... Good- and nerve-wracking.

Definitely nerve-wracking.

It was like your presence alone made every nerve ending in his body be set on fire, and he wasn't exactly sure why. But the stinging glow of his cheeks, raised body temperature, and sudden loss for words due to a curious kind of brain fog that only happens around you...

Cedric shakes his head, blinking quickly to regain his focus. He didn't know how long he was staring for, and frankly the sorcerer didn't want to think about it. He stutters out a response, clearing his throat.

"Well, if you're al-alright with t-that, I can address you as s-uch." The sorcerer speaks in a neutral tone, but with a slight raise to his voice as if he was asking for permission.

You bite your tongue to barely conceal a squeal of happiness.

"That's fine..." You drawled out, but then quickly added, "Can call you dear, too?"

Cedric glances away, tugging on his muted yellow ochre tie. His initial response was to ask "why?" , because he wasn't sure why you would use such a term of endearment, for someone like himself.

But then, he also knew if he asked you why, then he would have to answer your following question, which is usually,

"well, why not?"

"...I suppose that's only fair; alright then."

Cedric nods, straightening up and smoothing down the front of his robe. He clears his throat again, taking in a deep breath.

"So, what did you need from me... D-dear?" Cedric chuckles nervously to himself, suddenly feeling very aware of everything and especially you, staring at him and making his heart race uncontrollably.

You huff in amusement, lips curled into a small smile.

"I just wanted to spend my break in the garden, really. Then, I saw you! So I wanted to say hi and chat- if you're not too busy...?"

You glanced over to the lavender bush Cedric was studying before you interrupted. It seemed like nothing was picked just yet, and suddenly you feel nervous about distracting Cedric from his work. You know the tight schedule he can have, over the course of getting to know him between his running around doing things for Roland or the royal children.

You go to open your mouth to apologize, but before a word can leave your lips Cedric is already speaking.

"No...! No, not at all, (y/n). I-I mean, yes, I am busy, but I meant-..." Cedric scratches the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly as he trails off.

Your heart flutters, whether it's from his smile or your own anxiety, you weren't sure.

"...Yes, my dear?" You offer with a smile, rocking on your heels for emphasis.

Cedric chuckles softly at that, his shoulders relaxing as he laughs. You can only smile wider in return, a loss for words at how every mannerism of his makes you come undone at the seams.

"I will always have time for you, (y/n)."

Cedric speaks with a soft, but confident voice, nodding to you. You blink, not expecting such a drastic shift of attitude from the sorcerer.

"Ri-right...!" You replied, voice shaking slightly. Now, it seems it was your turn to be flustered beyond coherent thought.

You both continue to chit chat about things happening currently in the castle, as well as get to listen to Cedric explain what he's using the lavender he's harvesting for; unsurprisingly, it's for a potion.

To be honest, you couldn't really focus on what he was saying entirely, because of Cedric's tendency to (cutely) ramble about magic things. But you didn't care in the slightest; the shimmer in his eyes as he speaks with passion about things he loves, is all that you need to see.

Afterwards, you sadly tell Cedric you have to get back to work, but then ask really quick if you can stop by his workshop later to see the potion he's making in action. He agrees, almost too quickly, which leaves you with a smile that lasts all day.

"I'll see you then, dear!" You call out, waving your hand in goodbye.

Cedric waves back, not realizing the smile on his own face.

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"Mr. Cedric!" Sofia barks out excitedly, already running over to the tall man.

Cedric yells in surprise, nearly jumping out of his skin from the sudden appearance of his apprentice and friend.

"Princess...! Merlin's mushrooms, child, you scared me half to death!" Cedric chided her with a huff, pushing back his bangs.

"Sorry...!" The young girl peeks up from her auburn curls, flashing Cedric an apologetic smile.

After a beat, Cedric relents, sighing in resignation.

"It's quite alright. Did you get everything on the list I gave you?"

"Yup! All accounted for!"

Sofia displays her basket of herbs and flowers proudly with a bright, cheery smile.

Cedric hums in approval, quickly looking over everything to make sure it's correct.

After a moment, he nods, patting Sofia's head in praise.

"Excellent work, my dear."

Sofia chuckled warmly. "Thanks, Mr. Cedric."

As they brought in the ingredients for the potion, Sofia eyed the man with a mischievous smile.

"So... You're gonna show (y/n) the potion too, right Mr. Cedric?"

Cedric paused for a moment, looking down at the girl. She wore a smile he knew all too well meant trouble, and he didn't like it.

"You know better than to eavesdrop, Princess."

"I wasn't...! I mean, not really! I just couldn't help but overhear while picking the flowers!"

Sofia grabbed a daffodil for emphasis, holding it up to the sorcerer like it was indisputable evidence.

Cedric scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully as he waved her off.

"Yes, yes, I understand what you mean, Sofia."

As they continue down the hall, about to turn the corner into Cedric's tower staircase, Sofia speaks again.

"You know, Mr. Cedric, (y/n) seems to really like you. Do you think... She might..." The girl wanders off, biting her lip and smiling.

"She might what?" Cedric prompts her with a concerned tone, his hands turning clammy as the silence fills the space around them.

"...You know! likes, likes you?" Sofia giggles, eyeing Cedric with another smile.

Cedric huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. The idea makes his cheeks flare a bright red at the thought, even if the idea was absurd to begin with. After all, it's you. You're too beautiful, too kind, too interesting, too- too you, to even consider a bumbler like himself.

"It's rude to gossip, Sofia. You ought to know better." Cedric scowled, giving the girl a pointed look with a raised brow.

"I'm just saying...!" Sofia replied in a sing song voice, shrugging.

Now-," Cedric turns to her, pulling out his wand. With a flick of the wrist, the basket disappeared, teleported back to the cluttered table of his workshop beyond the door.

"As much as I appreciate your hard work today, I'm afraid I have to do the rest alone." Cedric speaks with a firmer, but still kind tone.

"Well... Alright! I hope everything goes well with your potion, Mr. Cedric!" Sofia waves in goodbye, and the sorcerer smiles and gives her a wave in return. Her purple and pink shirts swish as she turns to bounce down the steps, hearing the familiar creak of Cedric's door about to shut.

Sofia glances back, smiling brightly.

"I hope things go well with you-know-who, too!"

Cedric's heart stops, and he flings the door open to scold the child again. Yet, the only thing on his steps now was empty space, and the echo of Sofia's giddy laugh as she stomps down the staircase.

"...Don't run, Sofia! You're going to fall one of these days!" Cedric yells with the impatient yet caring attitude that Sofia knows and loves.

Though Cedric sighs wearily, he shuts his door with a broad smile on his face, his heart aching in that unfamiliar but welcome way that means he's thinking of you.

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #sophia the first #cedric x reader #bettathanyou answers #cedric the sorcerer #cedric sofia the first #hehe this was SO FUN TO WRITE AUGH

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Soft ✨ (Pining!Legend x GN!Chubby!Reader)

(A/N: content below the cut!)

Okay, so I did a chubby reader with Twilight, but Legend?

Oh my god. I just-- hnnnggggifuckinlovehim💖💖💖

I view Legend as the black cat type of partner, the kind who loves you more than anyone else in the world and would totally commit arson for you but he'd never admit it, y'know? (he canonically fits the bill for a slight yandere imo. Like he's not gonna off anyone unless it's completely necessary but he'd still do it) So I feel like when Legend sees or gets to hold chubby reader for the first time he's just like

Oh my god I love him 💖💖💖 Depresso bunny man has my heart 💖

Enjoy!💖

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Legend's been... struggling, to say the very least. You had no right being so... pretty.

He sighs as he sits on his bedroll, away from the fire. He watches you from a distance as you chat with the sailor, who seems to be telling you a story of some kind, Legend concludes by the sailor's hand gestures.

You were just so... otherworldly. That was the only word he could use. The way your hair flowed in the nighttime breeze, the way you moved, the curves you possessed... It wasn't fair. He wanted to hold you; his arms quite literally ached from the feeling of wanting to just hug you and never let go, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps if he was a bit more bold, he would.

But he still had an image to keep, and the last thing he needed was someone like Wars saying stupid shit and ruining it for him.

He sighs again, being broken out of his thoughts when sweet little you comes up to him, your voice breaking the silence.

"Hey... You okay?" you ask him so tenderly, he's melting on the inside; but his face remains stoic.

"I'm fine," he nods.

Not entirely convinced, he watches you frown.

"...If you're sure..." you mumble. "Do you mind if I sit here for a bit? we don't have to talk if you don't want to."

He pauses. Half of him wants to say no, because he know he'll be tempted by you sitting so close to him; but the other half of him wants you to stay...

...And that's the part that wins.

"Sure," he replies before he can stop himself. He's a bit irritated at himself for giving in so easily, but dammit, your smile on your cute little chubby face was just so pretty...

"Thanks," you smile at him and sit down next to him, gazing up at the night sky.

You don't sit too close to him, respecting his space; and that makes him love you a little bit more. You were just... so sweet. So gentle, and far too pure for the things he and the chain were doing. Out on the battlefield, slaying monsters, and sometimes evil people... He wanted to protect you from it all. Deep down, he knows he can't, and it frustrates him to no end.

If the goddesses were kind enough for once to let you into his life, they'd better let you stay here. He would go insane if you were taken away from them...

...From him.

He suddenly notices you shiver.

"Cold?"

"A little, yeah..." you mumble, rubbing your arms. He knew well that shirt you wore was way too thin to be actually doing anything against the cooler temperatures of the night, but what to do? He didn't want to let you in his bedroll, lest you take it the wrong way; and he doesn't have anything extra for you to wear...

...He sighs.

"...You can, uh..." he trails awkwardly, patting the spot next to him.

He doesn't miss the way your eyes light up a little.

Don't do that, don't give me false hope.

You smile, albeit a bit nervously, and scoot closer to him; but not close enough. He huffs, closing the distance between you two and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He can't hold back his chuckle in time when he sees your face turn pink.

"...Relax, (Y/n). I don't bite, I promise."

You nod shyly, your hands coming up to hold his arm. Even through his tunic, he can feel how cold your fingers are; he sighs again.

"...Seriously, you can relax. I'm not gonna hurt you or anything," he says softly, loving the way your softer body presses up against his far more than he should.

You nod again, finally relaxing a little into him. You even snuggle up to him slightly, resting your head right under his chin--

Oh god, his heart's gonna explode. He can feel it, and he desperately prays you can't hear it.

Suddenly, he gets an idea; one he may very well kick himself for later.

"Hey, would you--... Uh..." He suddenly becomes a bit shy as you look up at him, your eyes looking a bit more big and sparkly than he remembers.

He swallows, telling himself to just do it already. He leans close whispering in your ear.

"...Would you mind sitting in my lap for a bit?" he whispers, gazing into your eyes. "You don't have to if that's too much. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

He watches your face turn a bright red, and for a moment the words 'shit, was it too much?' ring in his ears.

...But he's very pleasantly surprised when you nod.

"W-Wait, really?" he asks, a bright grin cracking his usual stone-cold facade.

He's overjoyed when you nod again.

He smiles brightly, letting go of you for a moment, only to shift into a cross-legged position and pull you into his lap with a strength you hadn't realized he possessed. He chuckles when you squeak.

"I-I could've done it myself, you know..." you say softly, your cheeks so deliciously red.

"I know, I know," he chuckles. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

Happily, although his face won't show it, he wraps his arms around your plush waist and rests his chin atop your head, sighing contentedly.

Much better.

His mind's in a state of both bliss and overdrive, his thoughts running wild at the fact that he has you in his hold, in his lap even, holding you like he's always wanted to.

The whole time, he can't get over just how soft you are. He imagines it's what hugging a cloud would feel like. And the way your curves press so wonderfully against him, like you were made to fit in each other's embraces--

He stops himself out of respect for you. He can't get too excited here; he doesn't want to scare you off.

...But goddamn, you're just so... perfect. Your hair smells amazing, and you're so soft, so warm...

You might even weigh more than him, and he's... not quite sure why that thought turns him on a little.

"Is this better?" he whispers in your ear, melting as you nod and snuggle up to him. He's so warm, you can't help but feel a bit drowsy. It is late, after all.

He smiles a little, rocking you slightly as notes how cute you look. He won't say it to you, but he wouldn't mind at all if you fell asleep on him like this.

It isn't long before slumber overtakes you, and you're sleeping peacefully in his arms. He smiles, but it fades the second two of his brothers, the Captain and the Champion, approach him, looking down at him with shit-eating grins on their faces as they give him knowing looks.

He sighs; he'd forgotten about the others, in all honesty.

He narrows his eyes at them.

"...Say anything and I'll light your bedrolls on fire in your sleep," he hisses softly.

The two men snicker, walking away.

"Brotherly love..." Wild calls out softly over his shoulder, both him and Wars laughing as quietly as they can so as to not wake you.

"Shut the fuck up," Legend deadpans even more softly, rolling his eyes.

They walk to the other side of the fire, leaving him and you be. He sighs again, rocking you once more, and before he can stop himself, he kisses your forehead.

He pauses for a brief moment, wondering what the hell he just did; but then he figures 'oh, fuck it, they're asleep anyway,' and continues to rock you.

Little does he know, Wild's on the other side of camp with Wars, the two grinning as Wild takes pictures with his Sheikah slate. They've never seen Legend be this soft with anyone, and they love seeing it.

...And whether or not Wild totally doesn't plan on using it as blackmail later on is nobody else's business.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #loz linked universe #lu legend #lu wars #lu x reader #lu wild #bek's.fics

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Our Copyright Problem Submissions

The two Maori artworks (New Zealand does not have a fair use/fair dealing clause for parody/satire, and while this MIGHT qualify as review/criticism, this is tumblr. I am not comfortable saying this is NOT satire):

Kohatu by Selwyn Muru at the Museum of New Zealand Te Papa Tongarewa in Wellington

This Land is Ours by Buck Nin at the Auckland Art Gallery.

The other Indigenous artwork that hit a stumbling block (Kent Monkman's website requested we fill out a form, and Mod Salix couldn't make it load, and other mods didn't find the time, so we erred on the side of caution instead):

mistikôsiwak (Wooden Boat People): Resurgence of the People by Kent Monkman on the artist's website, it is on display in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. commentary: (Art) history as I used to learn it was very whitewashed seeing this large painting harking back to the so called 'canon' but focusing on native view point, gives me life. (anonymous)

The three tumblr artists who did not get back to us! No reposting here!

The Watcher by seamlessoo We've actually been unable to refind this one after the submission for some reason!

Untitled by petersolarz commentary: The colours are so bold and crisp, it reminds me of toothpaste and i get the urge to eat it. Would it be soft, like toothpaste? Or crunchy, like hard candy? I want to eat it to find out, but since I can’t, I can only stare at it again and again as I try and figure the answer. It also feels like tubes of neon illuminating the night, and like a zap of electricity. It’s something about those colours being so bold that draws me in. I want to touch it. I want to crunch it. I want to squeeze it. I can’t think of many paintings that intrigue me so much and draw such a strong emotion. (thegirlsinthecity)

Internet Cat by hannahlockillustration commentary: Look. At. Those. Colours. It’s so bright and vibrant and full of joy. I want to 1) hug the cat, he looks very fluffy, and 2) jump into the screen and live in this vibrant world. It almost hurts my eyes, in the best possible way. I keep zooming in to look at all the little details. I want to burn this image into my eyelids. (thegirlsinthecity)

and one artist who respectfully declined to have their art entered!

grendel-menz

#art that fucks you up tournament #bonus content #we've had this drafted since august 3rd and just kept forgetting to post it #here you are though

[leftingbadly]

There are so many situations i would like to put him in HAHA. But a soft and clingy Godric has always been on my mind. Like you have to leave the nest for a few days and when you come back he’s all soft and clingy with you. He doesn’t even realize it because all he wants is to be close to you, so he just follows you around and have to touch you in some way 😭

A Soft Intention

I hope I did this prompt justice, Lily. Let me know! :)

Pairing: Godric x OFC

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Clingy Godric… now that’s something hard to imagine. For the most part I don’t think I can see him as someone outright with that sort of thing, if he does say something that sounds a bit bold, it’s really just because he’s a bit anal with regards to emotions lmao

He’s been alone for the better part of a few centuries, to say the least, and depressed for however long we can conceive, so clingy Godric… hmm…

Let’s suppose you and Godric are a thing, not in a relationship, but not not in one either

Maybe you’ve been around a lot because you’ve been helping the nest, some official business, taking care of injured humans– whatever have you, you’ve just been around a lot. And Godric notices you. And he wants to say thank you 

“I’m sorry?”

She wasn’t particularly sure she’d heard the vampire before her correctly.

“Thank you, for your consideration of us.”

When the woman standing alone in the middle of the living room with a two-thousand year old vampire had been recruited at the behest of the Texas nest she wasn’t sure what to expect. She had been told by all of her contacts that the sheriff here was a bit… well.. Odd 

But being two-thousand years old, she didn’t exactly expect much in the ways of social niceties. All she cared about was doing her job and getting out. That plan, however, hadn’t manifested so nicely, as she ended up staying at the nest for an extended three month period, after which she had travelled to Louisiana to figure out some other things and then, back to Texas about two weeks later. She was tired, warm, and in need of a long, long sleep. But Godric was staring at her like she had stolen something from his home and she didn’t know what to do about that.

“Y-you’re welcome?” God, she was an idiot. 

A silence stretched around them like a yarn pulled taught, and the cat chased it, and his eyes followed her movement like the cat, the way her fingers twitched, the frown in her smile pulled taught, like that yarn. 

“Did you travel well?” He asked, knowing that she did. He had assured it. 

“I… did. Thank you. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble to–”

“That’s good, then.”

“Um–oh, right. Thank you again.” She paused, and then swallowed courage. “Are you… alright?”

“I am. Why do you inquire?”

“Oh–” God, what was she supposed to say now? That he looked horrible? Why would you ask an ancient vampire if he was alright, you absolute– “No, I was… just being polite. Not that– I mean, you look well. You don’t look not alright, I mean.”

“I see…” his head nodded. Another silence, and she thought she could scream. “May I… accompany you to your bedroom?”

“My… what?”

“Your–”

“No, no I heard you. I’m sorry, yes. I mean… that’s fine?”

He’d watch you the entier way, eyes trailing over your skin, the pulse in your neck, the pulse in your wrist. Anything that could tell him how you’ve been fairing had his attention, any telltale sign of you having been bitten into or drank from, of you having been handled too roughly by his day-men or treated unkindly at all. He was looking for it all

You mistook Godric’s silence as he observed you for awkward tension, shifting even as you walked, one hand fumbling with the handle of your suitcase after the other

It was only after she stumbled with her suitcase did Godric take it from her, walking in front of her up the stairs, a true gentleman 

“Thank you,” the woman said silently, her gaze littering the floor as he placed the bag into her assigned room in the nest house. “You’ve been very hospitable towards me during my stay here.”

“You are under my protection,” his answer was immediate. His answers were always immediate. She laughed, lightly, and his smile was almost too instantaneous. 

“What?” He asked, teeth shining. 

“Do you always do that?”

His head tilted, a question, eyes like a dog’s, curious. 

“You answer so immediately, like a house on fire. Do you ever think about what you have to say or is that something you get used to after a few hundred years?” 

His silence worried her. She thought, for a moment, that she had said something stupid. It wasn’t until he laughed did she start breathing again. 

“I suppose I’m out of practice with some human social queues and traditions, my apologies.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just teasing you, I’m sorry.”

He decided then that he quite enjoyed that, being teased by her. He decided in that moment also, that he really liked being alone with her, too. That her eyes only looked at him, that her smile could only be for him, there was no whirring sound of Stan’s mechanical voice or the badgering on of the other underlings that usually surrounded him in the nest. Here, with just him and her, he quite liked this. 

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

You were tired, and you were drained from the travel. You needed to shower and you needed to be in your bed. But yes, yes you would like to take a walk with Godrin in the gardens.

You didn’t notice it, not at first, but the further the night went on there were signs that he had missed your presence around the nest

Godric would often tell you of Stan and Isabella’s arguments in the early morning, the times you would often occupy the living space to do work and would ask them to politely bicker someone else– you hadn’t even realised he knew about that

Or when he would tell you about the latest communication from his progeny and how they had been doing 

There was a particular moment where you had wanted to walk on the rocks lining the path, and Godric’s hand reached out instinctively to help you stand on them and balance on the stumbling rocks loosely dug into the dirt 

You wondered, for a moment, if he knew about what he was doing, or if this all came as naturally to him as it did to you 

But a few hours later when you let out a particularly loud yawn and rub your red eyes, Godric finally notices how tired you are, and a tirade of chastisements makes its way through his head

He had been so caught up in finally being able to have some time alone with you and talk to you that he had completely neglected your needs 

“My apologies for keeping you up.”

“It’s alright,” she laughed, and the silence took over again. This time, she moved before he had a chance to speak, and her warm lips met his cold cheek. “Good night, Godric.”

#Godric #True blood #Godric imagine #godric x ofc #godric x reader #godric true blood #southern vampire mysteries #true blood imagines #vampire #vampires #fanfiction #writing #angst

[rexxdjarin]

dom!Commander Wolffe spanking punishment thot

Ok I just wrote a quick lil thing bc i think wolffe would be the best, most fair, balanced and rewarding dom ever like he’s equal parts powerful yet secure. I love him ok here’s him punishing you for being bold in public

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

warnings: this is very much so light bdsm/dom!wolffe brat handling type stuff so if you’re not into that gtfo, spanking, punishment talk, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship and prior consent given, THESE TWO HAVE UTMOST TRUST IN EACH OTHER AND NO BDSM RELATIONSHIP CAN OR SHOULD EXIST WITHOUT THIS TRUST FYI

His firm hand came down on the plush of your ass just hard enough to sting and you gripped the sheets underneath you tightly.

“Wolffe.” You whimpered pitifully, the slick dripping between your thighs. Though your cries were out of slight reaction to the pain, the rest of your body betrayed you. You liked this. So fucking much. And Wolffe knew that.

Wolffe knew better than anyone that you thrived on pushing your luck. Despite the prim and proper rules he expected you to abide by to maintain his image as a strict commander, you always acted out anyways. Because you knew deep down that Wolffe loved to take you home and remind you all about his rules while he plowed into you.

The cat and mouse game of making the rules for you to break and receive punishment for was a cornerstone of your relationship. It was part of what made your attraction to each other so irresistible.

“Now darlin….you know the punishment you get for making me so hard in public, my pretty little tease.” His callous hand caressed softly over the warm red mark raising up on your cheek. Every spank dissolving into numbing tingles the second his large hand passed over it to soothe the pain. “Tell me you remember…?”

You wiggled your hips, lifting your ass just a bit higher into the air. “As many spanks as you think I deserve.” You answered, hearing him grumble out an amused chuckle.

“You know what happens and still you don’t listen. Maybe I’m gonna have to up your punishment.” He thought aloud, the dark tone of his voice more alluring than it ever was threatening. At least to you.

You pouted, secretly wanting him to relent and give you what you had actually wanted from him all night. To have him lift you into his lap and split you in half over his cock. Most times taking him so rough was all that ever could ease the ache inside you. There was no one else who did it like he could.

“B-but….Sir I-I just wanted…you.” You gulped, knowing that there was little you could do to make up for how much you teased him in public before.

His hand came down again, slightly softer this time and the tiniest little moan slipped out of you. “I know. I know. But I had to wait all night to touch you how I wanted. And now I’m going to make you wait too. Need you to know how awful it feels to need it so bad and not get it.”

His free hand guided the pink lace of your top up and over your head, leaving you bare laid out over his lap. “Wolffe….I’m sorry I was bold. I’m sorry.” You faked, the sugary sweet lilt to your tone not convincing him for a second.

“Uh uh. Too late for sorry, darlin.” He spanked each side of your ass one final time and then sat you up in front of him, both his hands firmly holding your bottom in his palms. His dark, brooding glare met your soft eyes feigning innocence that you absolutely did not mean. He smirked, “don’t play innocent with me. I can feel you dripping all over my lap, dirty girl. You like being teased? Tell me, sweetheart, be honest. Remember I can tell when you’re lying.” His right hand slid from behind the curve of your ass to slip two of his thick fingers through your folds.

His tongue slid out quickly to wet his parted lips, as if it would bring him closer to tasting all of you coating his fingers. He hummed, softly praising you and watching as he words of encouragement made your body react even more. His touch sent jolts of pleasure up the base of your spine and coiling into a pressure filled spot in your lower belly. All at once you felt so good you didn’t want his fingers to stop spiraling, petting, twisting and stroking. You closed your eyes and rocked your hips into his hands for more only to find he was gone.

The wave of pleasure drawing closer relaxed back into nothing again and you whined like the very needy brat he knew you were. You were so lost in the feeling of his touch you forgot he’d asked you a question.

“Answer me, gorgeous. You know the more you fight me, the longer I’ll drag this out…” The heel of his palm rested just below your navel, his fingertips hovering torturously above where’d just been playing with your clit so perfectly. He leaned forward, kissing a sensitive spot just below your ear and whispered, “…even though you’re so pretty and all I really want to do is fill you and stretch you out on my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything, cyar’ika.” His voice rasped deeper in his throat, his own desire now starting to consume him.

“Y-yes, Commander. I love when you tease me.” You relented, finally deciding to stop fighting and give in to him. To let him know you liked all the ways he took care of you in public, keeping you safe and respected and happy all the time even when you wanted to be too spontaneous or reckless for your own good. “Can…you tease me a little more?” You asked, pawing at his chest and sliding your self forward to slip your heated lap over where he’d been waiting to be touched all night.

He dropped his head back and sighed at the contact, knowing in his heart that he probably didn’t have it in him to tease you much more anyways. Not if you felt this warm, soft and just inviting everywhere all around him. He could barely breathe you’d riled him up so heavily. “Call me Commander again and I’m not going to last long enough to keep teasing you, my perfect, bratty girl.”

You bit your bottom lip and smiled happily, grabbing him by the shoulders and slowly guiding him down on the bed behind you. “Ok, Commander.” You teased, letting your naked body hover over him while your still sore bottom slid up to run the length of your drenched slit along his cock.

Wolffe’s hand flew forward to grip your hips, slipping you carefully over himself to coat his pounding cock with arousal. “I changed my mind.” He laughed, sitting up to press his forehead with yours and watching your mouth drop open in ecstasy as he suddenly pressed himself into your fluttering opening.

You cried out sharply, gasping as he bottomed out in you with ease with how soaked you already were. “Oh…Wolffe.” You moaned, his hands on your waist steadying you as his thrusts upward increased in intensity. You swear he was trying to fill every empty space he could inside you.

He huffed out harshly between pumps of his snapping hips inside of you. “Your punishment is that anytime you think about walking tomorrow, you’ll feel me everywhere. On your ass when you go sit down…I want you to feel my hands. Want between your thighs to burn whenever you walk from how long I spent down here licking you up. I want you to feel the ache of me filling up this tight pussy whenever you breathe. I want you to think only about me the way I always think about you.”

And yet still you looked in his big, dark, scowling eyes and giggled, “that’s not a punishment. that’s a reward, Commander.” He smiled and made sure that by the next morning you realized that with him anytime you were together it would always be a little bit of both. He liked balance that way. Even if he completely threw off yours whenever you walked for a good week after that.

#I just thought he’d be such a powerful but completely safe and fair dom #he’s perfect balance of structure pleasure comfort and safety #i love him i love him i love him #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe thots #commander wolffe #this can be daddy if you squint hehehehe #dom!wolffe #dom! commander wolffe

[cock-holliday]

hey not rly a question just saying i appreciate your 2cents on things generally. i am a gnc transfem but am really a boy more than anything so someone looking out for those of us who arent palettably feminine is rly cool of you. a lot of the stuff you mentioned in your long post just now hits at some of the stuff thats making me feel uneasy around some of my transfem friends. i fear if i was fully myself i wouldnt be accepted. i hate to feel too queer for fellow queers, but. but yea anyway most of the time ive known i was trans most of my friends had actually been trans guys so when i hear this anti transmasc rhetoric going around it makes me rly uncomfortable im sick of the idea that trans guys have it easy. its not true and not fair do you fear being not accepted by others like you too? is this normal? idk. i didnt feel this when i came out 5 years ago this is new to me

I’m really sorry you’re dealing with that, and I can relate. Essentially I came out as a binary trans person a decade ago and raced to transition as quickly as possible (it was not fast, it was slow and frustrating) and when I finally got there then I had to endure Gender Crisis 2 where I realized I wasn’t this binary gender either.

It was very difficult to sort out. Did I just not feel special enough as Gender 2? Was I faking this whole time and was really just cis? Was I detransitioning? It took a lot to figure out what I wanted, how I wanted to be seen, and to grapple with the idea that it will continue to fluctuate.

I am masc but do not consider myself a man. Boy, maybe. Do I see myself as a woman? Also no. Girl, maybe. But a masculine girl. I think my boyness is more feminine than my girlness…but still both…butch.

I am trans but not a trans woman or a trans man. While figuring myself out in round two I flirted with transmasc/transfemme as labels, but neither fit better than the other. Or maybe neither fit. I know some use transfemmemasc but idk that I like it for me. I use trans women’s shaving tips. I use trans men’s voice training tips. There are members of both camps who wouldn’t consider me one of them.

I currently work a full-time job. I cannot present or fluctuate in my presentation when I want to. We have gendered locker rooms, gendered bathrooms, my ID badge has a photo that doesn’t look like me. I think a lot about that post that’s like “I might be nonbinary but I have a job so I can’t worry about that right now.” Only, I already know I am nonbinary. I’ve already been out to a lot of people IRL. How do you put that cat back in the bag? Can you? If I was allowed to present how I want now and everyone was cool…will they still be understanding when it swings back the other way? I don’t want that sort of pressure at work.

I am lucky I have a partner who understands and likes my presentation—and spectrum of it. I have trans friends who understand or try to understand, and genderweird friends who get it. It is a bit isolating—how everything is split into one camp or another. Things I supposedly couldn’t relate to I do, things I am not meant to have experienced (or acknowledge I experience) are not welcome topics in trans discourse.

It is difficult! There are huge Boy v Girl (but make it progressive) pissing contests on tumblr and it’s very irritating how deep the anger goes. Carve room for yourself and you’re accused of belonging to the other camp, as if it really even is ‘the other’ camp, it’s the same fucking camp.

I started to identify with the word butch only in the last few years, and because my gender exploration had taken me back to the trans folks of yore. They were brash and bold and contradictory and I liked that! It made me yearn for vague labels and defiant privacy while also being unabashedly authentic! Then I learned that it still exists. It’s small, and got pushed to the fringes, sure. But I’ve only had access to the books and zines and tales of the genderweird from the internet, and to hear it resonate with so many others proves to me we’re still out there.

It’s very tough to want to be true to yourself when there is a constant pressure to conform to something. It’s doubly tough when that pressure comes from other trans people. But finding more and more people who live this way and feel this way makes me feel surer in my choice to just loudly be what I am, fuck the rest, whenever I can.

I cannot always look how I want or be seen how I want, so the spaces where I do have control I refuse to be anything other than what I am 110%

I really hope you can find more and more space that lets you exist in the grey. I hope your friends become more accepting. In the meantime and hopefully continuously in tandem—you are not alone in this experience and others out there understand what it’s like. ❤️

#ask #anon ask

[floraltypes]

Show Me

paring - thomas shelby x fem!reader

summary - the shelby can’t help himself when making a business visit

warnings - mature audience only, read with caution! mentions of oral, hint of manipulation, inexperienced reader

In the early mornings of a new day, the sun has just begun its duty to rise while another is attending to his as well. With his cap tightly secured around his head, pockets filled with folded papers, and trousers neatly ironed he makes his way down the cobblestone path. 

A curt knock on the front of a numbered, wooden door brings the man back to reminisce of a time he had done a similar action for a very different reason. From the other side rustling and wandering around could be heard, and he could already picture the flowers beginning to bud around the home. 

“Mr. Shelby,” you gasp, hands fluttering to cover the feathery coverup as the air from the opened door rose the fabric. Your nightgown only goes right to your knees, leaving much of the skin to be now seen, you aren’t wearing stockings underneath and look completely up for devouring. “I wasn’t prepared.”

He can clearly tell and should refrain from letting those eyes wander but they can’t help but to look down. It’s a familiar nightgown, one he bought for you for your birthday after a curt mention of the clothing piece. Catching himself, he turns his head to look out upon the street.

“I came to chat, merely, about business with your father,” the kids are yelling around the streets, kicking some ball, while a dirty cat prances by with a specific hiss to the superior. 

“Oh!” you light up, hands now itching at the hair tied up in pieces of cloth from the attempt at a different curl. “Did you not hear?”

“Hear of what?” he glances back, eyes landing on your own doe-like ones. Your hands are playing with the ends of thread from the coverup, eyes searching anywhere but his own. It makes him realize how refreshing you are. 

“He was supposed to tell you before he left, well, to tell Polly. I did speak to Ada but she seemed preoccupied-”

“Tell me of what?” he cut you off, stepping inside and closing the door shut behind him. 

“That I was the one running the business. It was actually me, in secrecy.”

“You?” he looks down at the soft pout forming on your lightly tainted lips, twirls of hair coming loose, fidgety stance, and sweet pink of your dress mimicking the sweetness you possess. “You have been taking care of your father's plant business?” 

“I know much of nature,” you beam. “Please sit,” you gesture to him to an open seat in the nearby room, only two seats available. “I have tea ready.” 

You rush around the confined kitchen/dining room, pouring the steaming pot into a cup and gathering the limited sugar from the cupboard. Thomas sits gently in an open seat, legs crossed, and glances around the (somehow) nicer-looking kitchen. He never really noticed how much of an effect you had on the things you touched, including your father's business. 

“I read much, sir, especially when the men were away someone had to take over,” you explain, dropping a cube into his drink despite the lack of asking. “I now know much about,” you lean across the table, cupping your hand to his ear, “drugs,” you whispered. 

Thomas coughs, cheeks lighting up, “Who distributes them? You?” he takes another sip to try and cool the unexpectedness of your actions. A man of himself has had his fair accounts with women taking a liking to him, and their boldness, yet someone as you who has held such a place in his heart since childhood was the definition of unexpected. 

“No, father had a partner,” you easily tell him, pushing your dress down. It was always so simple for you to reveal secrets to a man you admire madly. “He picks up the items and sells them ‘imself. Kind fellow actually,” you add.

Thomas plants his feet firmly on the ground, now beginning to inch his chair over towards you. He moves it right beside your own, his knee touching your unclothed one. He picks through his pockets, a crumpled box filled with limited cigarettes. Propping open the box, his fingers picked their way toward a white roll, snugging it in between his pointer and middle finger. 

Your eyes were stuck on where your body was connected, feeling heated at the foreign touch of a man. He slowly looks you up and down, watching your fascination with his actions. “You have a light?” he whispers, words near your ear that you now feel as if those are burning as well. Looking back up your met with his stare, his eyes going back down to gesture to the cigarette between his fingers. 

“Mhm,” it comes out very quietly, hands fumbling towards the middle of the table where a matchbox lies. With a quick flick of the match a spark forms, you move the flame underneath the cigarette, watching the change in color at its end. He moves the stick to his mouth, breathing in largely before letting the smoke fall out. It isn’t surprising to him how your eyes are unable to glance away from his pink lips inhaling the substance.  

“Have you missed me?” Thomas questions, his hand moving to cup your cheeks. “You used to always complain when I went away when we were lads.”

“Of course.”

“Then won’t you show me?”

There is no movement on your part, pure shock at his words showing through the widening of your eyes. 

“Alright then,” he mumbles, pointer finger brushing back and forth against your cheek until his thumb prods at your bottom lip, “Why pretend innocence? You ‘ave done this once before.”

“I was nine, my eldest sister said I had to.”

“Did you not like it?”

You carefully take the cigarette from his grip, holding it tight and inhaling it in hopes to calm the bubbling nerves. Smoke falls past your lips and flows towards Thomas’s way. As he steals it back your hands stay motionless and he takes this opportunity to place his lips onto yours. 

It is a soft peck at first, the flavor of tea and smoke mixing with your own on your lips. His mouth opens as yours stayed close, hand still cupping your cheek before you open your lips for his tongue to dive in. The one hand holds the smoke away, focused on discovering your taste. He soon enough pulls away to watch you take a deep breath, eyes hooded, and body inching itself closer to his own. 

He flicks the ash into the small, empty sugar bowl, pressing it towards the bottom to stop the flame. With his now free hand, he moves to the hem of your nightgown, lifting the material and dragging his hand further up your thigh. What his other thumb once did to your cheek he now does to your inner thigh, finger dragging itself across the skin, that same skin heating his once cold hand. 

A small noise forms, where he was once staring down below moves back up towards your expression. Your hands travel underneath his coat, trailing themselves further toward his neck, and kiss him with eagerness. Soon enough your lips are opening themselves on their own, awaiting Tommy to take control once again. He deepens the kiss, that hand now resting on top of your underwear. 

You lift your butt slightly, scooting to feel his hand more. His finger points through the fabric slightly to allow you to feel the tip. “Tommy,” you moan during a break, grabbing onto his muscled arms tightly while he continues his movements below. 

His lips kiss down towards your neck, sucking on the open skin as your pussy keeps trying to move his finger deeper, yearning to feel more friction. You can feel the uplift of his lips on your skin and would imagine the gears turning in his head in regard to his effect on you yet your mind can only focus on one thing. He finds it endearing, exhilarating and entertaining all at once. 

“Do not get greedy,” he tuts, looking down at the mark forming on your skin. “This should be for me, show your gratitude.”

“Anything,” you hum, kissing his cheek where a fresh scar lay. He winces at the touch until the following kisses help him to relax even more in the rickety chair. “Anything for you, Tommy.”

He removes his hand from your pussy and totally removes himself from you. Your eyes are now fully open, looking at him, and a slight pout forms on your lips at the lack of contact. He takes your hand in his own, moving it down toward the top of his trousers. 

“Go ahead, show me,” he commands, your dainty fingers working to pop the button. Instead of continuing to pull them down, he takes charge once again, completing that for you. He guides your hand towards his crotch, placing it on the underwear covering it. “Feel it up, it's your first, ain't it?”

Your hand works, now clutching onto the bulge and letting your fingers be felt through the fabric. Your thumb rubs on the enclosed tip, trying to follow the length up to his waistline, slowly, inquisitive. His hands are now fumbling back with that same crinkled box, searching for another cigarette. Hesitantly you pull his undergarments down, watching as his cock springs to life, the tip hitting his stomach. You continue to feel the head, it's wet with precum and larger than you had imagined. 

“Just like a lolly now. Suck on it.”

He lifts his hand to push down on your bottom lip, opening your mouth. You lean further down, pushing the chair back, and getting onto your knees. You take the tip into your mouth, hollowing while trying to suck it like the sweet treat he told you to imagine it was. Your tongue moves around and eventually takes his cock out in order to kiss it up. 

The cigarette is now lit, placed between his lips as slit eyes peer down at you. He huffs at the smoke, admiring your fascination with his cock. You feel his balls hesitantly and begin to take his cock back into your mouth once again, trying to suck as he once guided before. 

Though it isn’t much, and he has experienced women who could at least take half, it is the fact that you are the one doing it. The only one who could calm the tremors he experienced during the night, the only one he could ever allow his softness to be seen by who wasn’t family. Some may say the Shelby became infatuated with you over the years, but those who would mutter such words knew the consequences they would weep. 

He thrust his hips, cock entering further into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes. Tommy knew he was almost at his point, quickly coming undone, and soon enough - with a grunt - you could feel an unknown liquid drip to the back of your throat. 

He pulled your face away, hands gripping onto your chin and trying to move you closer to his own face. Thomas stared at your fucked out gaze, brain hazy and hands searching for his own. He helped you get seated on the seat once again, liquid dripping onto your laced gown. 

“It’s a bit lonely here,” he looks around the silent home (besides your panting). “Come back to the house with me, see Ada, and we can continue to talk business there.”

“Yes, yes, Tommy,” you nodded, pieces of the cloth had fallen from your hair, allowing the strands to dangle. “I have to change.”

“Now, now,” he places the cigarette between your lips. “Take a drag sweet, I’ll go gather your dress.”

Though he didn’t mutter the words of fondness as many lovers would, he knew that he wanted you as his.

(peaky blinders masterlist)

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby x imagine #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #shelby x reader

[dreamsclock]

I had a dream where after escaping from prison Dream stopped to help the local post office recover from all the crossfire and brought them coffee helped them get the buffest most stat-perfect mail horses. Everything continued as usual except theres a post office with super strong horses who all think that despite the war crimes Dream is a pretty swell guy

this was such a funny ask to receive and i had to write something for it 😭 this is an au where loads and loads of people live in the smp !! tag for this au if i write more will be > au: smpost office

He’s such a nice man,” the workers whisper to each other as Dream leaves, arms now empty of the packages of cookies he’d brought for them, “really don’t know why he gets such a bad rep.”

Sure, he’d done a couple of not-so-great things. Blown up the houses of those living in L’Manburg, caused a few delays to postal services thanks to wars. But really, employees at the DSMPost weren’t about to start holding grudges. Not when he brought them such lovely gifts. They’re overworked and underpaid as it is: they’ll gladly take the help he offers.

Dream — former leader of the SMP, potentially former (or current) villain, recent former prisoner on the run — visits their post office every three to five business days.

“I don’t wanna show up too often,” he says one day, in that half-self conscious way of his, “I don’t want, like… people to realize I have a pattern of coming here. Or to think you guys are like, secretly working for me.”

“We literally would work for you,” Anya tells him very earnestly, absently petting one of the twelve horses Dream had gifted them, “you give us way better treatment than the boss.”

“You have a boss?” Dream asks, bemused. “Who?”

There are a few collective murmurs, before Ines, ever bold, says, “Well, technically Awesamdude. But it’s been a while since he dropped by, and he’s kind of a shitty boss, so… Mostly we just let Patches choose what we do now.”

If Dream falters at the mention of his former jailer, nobody is rude enough to bring it up. “Patches. Who’s Patches?”

There’s a meow from the corner. When Dream turns to look, there’s a tiny cat sitting proudly on a stool in the corner, angrily pawing at an empty food bowl. His heart melts.

“You know,” he says, “you could form a union.”

(Twelve hundred blocks away, Sam wakes up in a cold sweat.)

—

Dream is a fast favorite of the SMPost. They turn a blind eye to a lot of things, like whenever they find him sleeping in a corner with Patches standing over him fiercely to protect him, or when he decks them all out secretly with netherite (“just in case,” he warns, “I don’t want you to get hurt”). And hey, if sometimes one of them shows up early for a shift and finds him rummaging through the post and replacing Sapnap’s letters to Quackity with live wriggling scorpions, they don’t get paid enough to stop him.

All in all, he’s polite, he’s helpful, and he gives them presents.

…And the offer of a union. What’s not to like?

“What’s not to like?” Eryn repeats, bewildered. “Isn’t he, like, an insane man?”

The rest of the SMPost shrugs, shifts. “I mean,” Tim says, “he’s pretty cool to us. Never hurt me before.”

“He brought a birthday cake for my kid,” one worker chips in, a bright smile on their face, “baked it himself. It tasted awful, but it’s the thought that counts. He passed out for fourteen hours after that.”

Yousaf points to the cookies in Eryn’s hands. “Made those, too. He’s way better at cookie-making than cake-baking. Brings them over every week for us whenever we run out.”

Staring between his fellow employees and the admittedly delicious cookies in his hands, Eryn decides he doesn’t get paid enough as a minimum-wage worker to report Dream to anyone. The guy seems fine, and hey, maybe he can even convince Tommy to join the SMPost. Seeing Dream might shock him into being his old self again.

“Fair enough,” Eryn says, “but when he comes back in, I’m asking him for a horse of my own.”

#> au: smpost office #> writing !! #dreblr #> that one clock guy #> no. 1 c!dran (c!dream stan) (eryn) #> laugh tag

[stickstone]

goreclan part 4, end of year 2! dear god this clan grew a lot in 6 moons

Roachstar - leader of GoreClan. bloodthirsty. has been getting older and frequently reconsiders her life choices and seems to regret becoming leader. i wonder if this has anything to do with her husband’s new friend

Daisyhollow - deputy of GoreClan. bloodthirsty. had a great moon and became extremely close with a rogue who joined the clan… Pushee

Cougardawn - medic of GoreClan. lonesome. more overworked than ever with a greencough outbreak taking over the camp, no deaths yet everyone’s been recovering well, but i imagine the stress is getting to him. not helping matters is the love triangle he has found himself at the center of

Pushee - warrior of GoreClan. ambitious. only been in the clan for 4 moons and has established themself as Daisyhollow’s most trusted friend. which is. convenient. given their ambition. and Roachstar’s age. also i think their name is extremely funny

Sandwichbright - warrior of GoreClan. strange. has developed romantic feelings for Cougardawn, which i guess is fair given how frequently the two go on patrols. Cougardawn reciprocates these feelings but. there is another…

Leafwhisker & Splashheart - warriors of GoreClan. fierce and bloodthirsty. how are they not divorced yet their hate for each other keeps increasing. no children by the mountain goats

Rainsnout. warrior of GoreClan. former leader of ???Clan. playful. Rainsnout i have so many questions. he was apparently the leader of another clan before he got bored/overwhelmed, so he retired early. additionally. Rainsnout has developed reciprocated romantic feelings for Cougardawn. and a rivalry with Sandwichbright. this guy is extremely interesting to me i’m dying to know more

Nettle. warrior of GoreClan. wise. joined the clan alongside her 3 kits a moon ago. haven’t gotten much of an impression on her personality yet but she seems nice

Weaselbloom & Braveclaw. warriors of GoreClan. shameless and charismatic. they finally became mates while both of them were sick with greencough. both of them recovered and their relationship is going great

Thymemuzzle. warrior of GoreClan. lonesome. congratulations to Thymemuzzle for becoming a single dad. by the looks of it he had an affair with an outsider and thus: Lowkit. he’s a bit distant with Lowkit, but she has a very high opinion of him

Bristlepelt. warrior of GoreClan. bold. he didn’t really do much besides get greencough and survive it

Turtleburrow & Wolftooth. warrior of GoreClan. wise and daring. hate each other now. they got into an argument in camp and they just fully hate each other now. sibling rivalries make me sad

Whisperingshade. warrior of GoreClan. sneaky. she’s a full warrior now and my god is she wonderful. also her name + the sneaky trait is perfect i love when randomly generated things work out like this

Goldenclaw. elder of GoreClan. confident. has not yet recovered from greencough. i’m worried because this guy is 157 moons so he is extremely old

Lowkit. kit of GoreClan. inquisitive. Thymemuzzle’s kit, she is extremely curious and keeps on asking older cat’s questions. very cute

Greenkit, Marigoldkit, & Loudkit. kits of GoreClan. bullying, impulsive, and inquisitive. not much else to say here because they are infants

overall good moon and honestly surprised no one’s died yet

#goreclan #warrior cats #clangen #clangen ocs #wc ocs

[wheatclan-clangen-comic]

Founding Cats

🌾Welcome to WheatClan, a Clan of cats founded by barn cats, estranged Clan cats, and loners! There's room for anyone willing to make a home here, and the founders will make sure of it. 🌾

MEET THE MAIN FOUNDERS! (More info on each below!)

First, WheatClan's leader, Seedstar.

It's a little unclear why exactly Seedstar became WheatClan's leader. All that is known is that he sought refuge with the barn cats, back when his name was Seedspot, after fleeing something seemingly horrific that happened to his Clan. He was in a state of shock, unable to compose himself even to hunt. Luckily, the barn cats helped care for him, and he started opening up to them, explaining Clan life and how it works. He was visited one night by a cat he'd once known named Swishstripe, who granted him nine lives and the duty to lead a new Clan of cats he was to name WheatClan. Seedstar is shaky, nervous, and frankly a bit cowardly, which other cats often criticize him for. But StarClan chose him to lead for a reason... right?

Softstripe, the deputy

During Seedstar's first couple moons of his stay, loners would often come and go while visiting the barn for shelter, only as a place to sleep. Softstripe, then known as Fluffy, was the cat who changed the tides. She had heard of many tales of Clan life throughout her travels, and eventually stayed at the barn to help Seedspot recover. Softstripe now serves as WheatClan's deputy, a helpful source of lore for the cats. She's incredibly loyal and dedicated to the new Clan, doing all she can to provide for and protect the cats living in it.

Weedleaf, the medicine cat

One of the barn cats was an older she-cat by the name of Wheatie, who'd taught herself the knowledge of medicine after getting curious with some herbs at a young age. She was often seen as the head of the barn cats, though was always more for providing than giving orders. She's brutally honest at times, a bit bold, but is also extremely intelligent as she knows the territory (particularly herb patches) like the back of her paw. She was more than willing to help take care of Seedstar, and later form WheatClan after suddenly forming a strange connection to StarClan.

Snapdragonpaw, the rebellious apprentice

Snapdragonpaw traveled with Softstripe as a kit, eventually being adopted by her. She was more than eager to help create WheatClan, even if she would've automatically been an apprentice despite her nearly being of warrior age. Softstripe ended up being placed as her mentor anyway, which worked out fine for her. She's very energetic and fiery, as well as a bit of a rebel to authority. This often gets her in trouble, but she doesn't really seem to care. That is, until she's ordered to do chores around camp. Ugh.

Dreampaw, the charismatic apprentice

Dreampaw was one of the barn cats alongside Weedleaf, although never formally adopted by her. She's the same age as Snapdragonpaw, and became surprisingly close to her following her stay at the barn. Dreampaw didn't mind becoming an apprentice either, seeing that it was only fair for her and Snapdragonpaw to be apprenticed together. Dreampaw notices and brings out the bright, positive side of other cats, making them very fond of her. Some accuse her of attention-seeking, when the truth is she just wants to be a genuine, sweet cat.

Here's all of the founding cats, in case you wanna see!

(Note that Daisyswarm was renamed Daisypelt lol)

Anywho, thanks for reading about these cats, many more are to come! Stay tuned as veeeery soon there will be some comics of earlier moons coming out! Peace out!

#cats #warrior cats #warriors #erin hunter warriors #clangen #clan gen oc #warrior cats clangen #feel free to ask any questions #though i might not answer them if they spoil ;)

[ephemcrality]

[ yigit kirazci, cis man, he / him ] — whoa! KAAN DEMIRCI just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for TWELVE YEARS, working as a MAGAZINE EDITOR. that can’t be easy, especially at only THIRTY EIGHT YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit INSECURE and PARANOID, but i know them to be PROTECTIVE and FAMILY ORIENTATED. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to QUEENS!

basics:

nicknames:  none

sexuality:  bisexual with a leaning towards women

date of birth:  february 27th

zodiac sign:  pisces

hobbies: reading, writing, the history channel, his herb garden, cooking, learning languages/studying linguistics, fashion, beard care & fancy beard oils, drinking wine at the end of a long day, is known to do origami when nervous, swimming, poetry

dislikes: the cold, reality tv, the color beige, crowds/crowded places, tea (leaf water)

languages spoken:  turkish & english (fluent), arabic, spanish, german (conversational)

religion:  raised muslim, loosely practicing

++ so much more to know, under the cut!!

family:

mother:  living in turkey still

father:  deceased

siblings:  one younger sister - wc on the main!

birth order:  eldest

spouse / lover:  single

children: none

pets: two cats

notable close relatives: none involved

best friend:  npc/wc - message me!

rival:  npc/wc - message me!

crushing on:  npc/wc - message me!

friends:  npc/wc - message me!

backstory:

TW: abandonment

with strict workaholic parents and overbearing relatives with a constant stream of ideals (that the demirci family never seemed to meet), kaan and his younger sister grew up pretty much fending for themselves. his parents were rarely home, and though they lived well above ' comfortable ' and wanted for very little, he struggled in school to make friends, he struggled at home to keep everything afloat, trying to be the glue for the family while also not losing himself to his own desires.

he loved to read, and was a great student. in his early teen years, his parents got divorced, and though he and his sister stayed with their mom... they hardly saw her after that. she would disappear for weeks at a time, and when kaan came home once to realize none of the bills were paid, the lights shut off... he knew she was probably gone forever, and he was all that his sister had now.

eventually, his sister's career took them from istanbul to the states, where he worked two, three jobs at times to support them. it was difficult, going from fairly affluent to struggling to make ends meet, but kaan put in the work, and made it happen.

it was difficult leaving his partner, and the few friends he had, back in istanbul, too. even now, kaan feels he hasn't fully settled into new york city, over a decade later...

writing has always been his truest passion - kaan wishes to be published, or work as a columnist, anything besides editing, which is his job now. it was a slow climb; he faced a lot of social struggle, almost losing out the job due to narrow-minded individuals who doubted his english ability.

but in the end, he earned the position, fair and square, working as a senior editor for a prominent lifestyle magazine. (think cosmopolitan/scarlet from the bold type). it's boring work, but pays well, and keeps him in the city to be close to his sister, who remains the most important person in his world.

he's dreamed of having a family of his own, of becoming a published author, of owning his own home, of adopting more cats... but somehow, he falls short of ever completing things for himself, always doing whatever it takes to help others.

#BOROUGHS.INTRO #. << introduction >> kaan.

[mymarifae]

i think if you're scared of bugs and/or spiders and you'd rather not be, learning about and watching jumping spiders is one of the best places to start. they're very sweet, very curious, and very friendly !! they're clever little guys too - i think a lot about that one person who was knitting or crocheting or something and found a little jumping spider on their hand copying them with its silk. they have very good eyesight and are better at detecting patterns than elephants which is so fascinating !! when hunting, they spend a lot of time observing their prey, to determine if it's really prey for instance, and then to memorize its movement patterns and such. (jumping spiders don't build webs to catch prey! they stalk and pounce on it) and they have shown time and time again that they distinctly remember all of the different kinds of bugs they hunt and they remember what works for what and what doesn't. they experiment and learn and show some very amazing cognitive skills!! bugs (spiders aren't bugs but whatever) are usually seen as not having cognitive processes because of how small they are, and how different they are from mammals. but jumping spiders are here to remind us that we can't be so close-minded

like. just an example of how impressive jumping spider cognition is: the genus portia eats almost exclusively other spiders and it tailors its techniques to the specific species it hunts. and like, well just look at this

jumping spiders have also been observed to Plan. rather than charging directly at prey, or just somewhere it wants to go, a jumping spider will sit and observe its surroundings (with its very very very advanced little eyeballs!!) and determine the best possible route to get what it wants, even if it means going the "wrong" way at first. they have little minds and an understanding of the world!! they think - not in exactly the same way humans do, but they aren't mindless. they experience pain just like any other animal, they want to eat well and be hydrated, and they want to be safe and live their tiny little lives.

and this doesn't apply only to jumping spiders. it applies to all bugs and spiders and what have you!!

when it comes to being afraid of bugs, it's really, really important to remember that it's just a little life. it's not any less significant than yours! you don't have to love it, but you should respect it. don't stomp and kill and spray with poison needlessly :( like, it's literally not going to hurt you. it has no interest in hurting you. bugs and spiders are not malicious creatures. they're either terrified of you or they're confused and have no idea what the fuck you are. and are also kind of terrified but as frequently observed with jumping spiders, some species are bold! and curious!

but a bug will never attack you. think about it: they're tiny. defense mechanisms like biting and stinging take a lot of energy and may even result in their own deaths. they aren't interested in dying. they'll only defend themselves if they feel threatened.

every species, every ecosystem, every life plays an important role on this planet. just because you find it easier to relate to a cat than a wasp doesn't make the wasp's life lesser. just because it's easy for you to kill bugs doesn't mean you should. in fact, i think that because it's so easy for us to kill them and destroy their homes it's imperative that we make the effort to be gentle and kind.

if a bug is in your home... so what? is it actively causing you harm or is it just hanging out in a corner somewhere? because 80% of the time it's going to be the latter, not the former. but if its presence is really bothering you or if it's like, a black widow trying to make your bedroom her new house, is... killing it really your best choice? grab a cup, grab a piece of paper, and move it outside. i understand that getting close enough to catch a bug when you're afraid of it is hard but i don't think it's fair to just kill it. would you kill a cat that wandered onto your porch or something ?? no?? why is it different for a bug :(

our world is a beautiful place and we coexist alongside some amazing species. take a little time to try and respect all of them 🫶🏾 no love necessary! just respect!! but you'll notice that things aren't as lonely and disconnected when you start to value the little lives, too

#i get very emotional over this :(( it's so common to be cruel to bugs and it makes me so so so so sad #be nice to everything please.........