#'you and your partner cannot have any interests in common' but so many do

[jemandrr]

accidentally browsing a (very niche) female-dominated gaming space and seeing people TEAR into people who want an option to change the player character's pronouns to he/him or they/them without changing anything else because it'd invite men to invade a safe space. For a game purely about dating men. Like, I've been through plenty of female-dominated spaces where queer people and similar-interest straight men are welcome (in this case it'd be bi men but yknow), so it's just this one community, but jeez. The amount of fear that anyone who isn't explicitly a femme female would come in and A. hit on the faceless women there or B. taint the game by making the devs add designs of men who they don't want to date?

I got such a strong terf-y rhetoric from that community, like we can't have anything in common with people who aren't like us going on. All about taking 'our' things. And a lot of people contradicting one other but not trying to find out what the truth is because they have the same conclusion. Like two people saying A>B or B>A and no argument arises and no one shows interest in which is true because both people conclude C.

A lot of people even saying that, likewise, things that appeal to female or queer audiences should NOT be added to mainstream media just like queer content should not be added to female-oriented media. These hard walls around what belongs to who is like...they were raised by toy companies or something.

Like what is (paraphrasing so it isnt searchble) "I would never come into a male dominated community because I feel like I would be invading their safe space, so I don't get why men would want to come here and talk about liking men." At least the people who are scared of sexual abuse are warranted, I've seen tons of abusive language towards people they think are women in male dominated online spaces, but what is this fear of even...sharing interests with men? I know we've been in a new era of gender role enforcement with the tradfem movement, but jeez. And as for these last two points, they both are ones that were contradicted. People also said they do believe in diversity BUT just *this* shouldn't count.

Some people even said it's not fair that they get pushed to be more inclusive when mainstream media never does. Which makes me wonder if they're so deep in their niche 'I only experience content made by and for exclusively straight women' content that they haven't noticed any of the movements in media going on over the last 1.5 decades. Like it's true that we haven't made that much progress, but how do they think that no media gets pressed to increase diversity? The more rigid/right-leaning male audiences of tons of media have been complaining about forced diversity for years in exactly the same way (and sometimes, when it really WAS forced diversity, everyone complains because it's not representing anyone really but yknow). But I guess they wouldn't know that if all of them avoid mainstream media?

Also...what is the fear that gay men like men in a 'wrong' way...(and again, the unargued contradiction being plenty of people saying that they also like media about gay characters, but just they shouldn't make these characters gay)

And like I do get it, in the sense that being marginalized makes you skeptical and fearful of things you don't understand in its own separate way from how being in a privileged class makes you skeptical and fearful of things you don't understand. There's a lot more fear of exploring things different and new because the possible retribution feels/has been higher.

Honestly, this post isn't actually about a couple hundred to low-thousand women in a small community for niche games. Not like, I think it's important, I want to actively make them change. It's not that big a deal, not that surprising in the grand scheme. It's similar rhetoric to things i've seen before (Tradfem/terf). I've seen screenshots of, like, facebook mom groups before. And I've seen way bigger communities be way more open and welcoming, it's just a little outlier.

I'm just writing this because I'm a bit shellshocked because I forget how much that those kinds of people are not just the older, tech-illiterate generations, and not just shallow influencers who will say anything for the clicks (or because someone behind the scenes is funding it), their views behind the camera up in the air. Like I think I cultivate the people I interact with a bit too well. Too many of the people I actually interact with or witness the thoughts of regularly are queer and have flitting relationships with gender and then I remember the other side of the coin has people who think they're being progressive by suggesting that everyone who is different be segregated and therefore safe from each other with no room for intersectionality.

#for the record in other communities talking about the same game i saw several people sharing tips for making androgynous or slightly butch #characters which is the wholesomeness on the other side #ranting into the void #is this one of those situations of like #'the celebrity you call ugly will never see this but the person you know who shares those features will?' #but with 'The men who want to invade your safe spaces will never see this but the he/him butch and other queer people who are otherwise #generally your advocates in political and social spaces will' #also ngl being gay admittedly does make this so much easier #but i cannot imagine having the idea that #categorically #'you and your partner cannot have any interests in common' but so many do #And honestly I would have trouble believing that any women who says they're scared ofplaying or discussing a videogame #with a gnc or gay person- would say that irl they're not a terf and they would let gnc and trans people into the same public bathroom #like i can believe it because people hold lots of contradictory ideas but #if more than 20% of them said it i would think that was legitimately virtue signalling #because while i think trans panic is waaaaay less common than the media thinks #inside a community with those beliefs when they can talk anonymo usly #itd be a tough sell for me. I have to imagine most of those women are the kind who would find out their partner was bi #and start feeling uncomfortable about the state of their relationship- with the way they talk about how men can't enjoy female things like #dating men and such #ALSO there are more women than men #wtf do you mean mainstream media is only for straight men #straight adult men is #like 30-odd percent of the us tops #they got more purchasing power cus of sexism and homophobia and so on but #its so self defeating to think of mainstream media as exclusively the purview of straight men

[thee-horny-thicky]

Worship

A/N: This season has made me simp for both Akaza and Douma, so here's a smutty headcanon thing.

Akaza and Douma cannot stand each other. They’re complete opposites in almost every way, especially when it comes to their treatment of women. Akaza believes them to be untouchable, while Douma thinks that the most delectable flesh comes from beautiful young women.

However, they do have a single thing in common. Both men are huge fans of worshipping their partner’s body, in their own unique ways.

You see, both demon’s ideology steams from their adoration for women. Douma, being an egotistic hedonist, indulges his love for them by devouring their bodies, in my ways than one.

He enjoys making his partner feels good, as it's another way for his ego to be fed. Not only does he like their reactions, but he loves the taste of pussy. Yours in particular. He's a munch, your honor.

Getting a taste of your slick is a daily requirement, and when he's particularly desperate, he'll fall to his knees and pleasure you where you stand.

Given his sadistic streak, he adores blending pain and pleasure together. He’ll tie you up to make sure you can’t run from him, and when he’s feeling particularly cruel, he may blindfold you, so you won’t be able to guess his next move. The one thing he’ll never do, though, is gag you. He adores hearing your noises too much for that. He likes seeing you be pathetic, so he’s a huge fan of edging. He’ll play with you until you’re on the brink of orgasm, then stop his motions until you’re begging for him to let you cum. And once he does, he switches from edging to overstimulation. He’s a demon with stamina a human can only dream of, and he’ll keep going until you’re sobbing for him to stop. Often, you two are at it until the sun is peaking over the horizon.

And if you make him upset, he has an array of paddles and whips to spank you with.

On the flip side, Akaza despises the idea of inflicting pain onto women, making them completely off-limits when it comes to killing. When it comes to sex, he’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world and draw orgasm after orgasm from you. He has a hard time expressing his emotions, so sex is his way of showing his love for you.

The only way he’ll taste a woman is when he goes down on her, and like any good munch, he’ll be licking and sucking for a while. His favorite way to eat you is when you’re resting on your forearms, ass propped in the air, and pussy on display. It gives him a great view of your glistening folds and throbbing clit, and when your pussy starts to get too sensitive from coming too many times, he’ll allow his tongue to venture to your ass. As taboo as it is, it makes you feel good, which is all he cares about. He doesn’t look like Sukuna for nothing.

Only when you’re well-prepared will he fuck you. He’s inhumanly large, and if you aren’t well-stretched and very lubricated, you have no hope of taking him. He’ll refuse to fuck you if your pussy isn’t dripping with your juices because God forbid that he hurts you.  There’s a reason those pants are baggy.  

Not only is his dick inhumane in size, but in appearance, too. His shaft has bulging veins and ridges that offer you some delicious stimulation. Instead of doming off, his cockhead is more of a pointed tip, providing you with an interesting sensation as he pounds into you. His unique additions make him even harder to take. But though the stretch may be a little painful, once you’re adjusted, he’ll have you drooling and cock drunk in no time ♥️

A/N: I might write a proper threesome with them because I'm down BAD 😩

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[rosesnbooks]

Aries placements

Since we are currently in aries season, i wanted to make a post about some of their placements! Hope you enjoy this post, and I'm looking forward to your feedback♈

❤️sun in aries people are vastly different from one another. not all of them relate to the confident image of someone who has the qualities of a leader. they can be shy and dislike lots of attention and responsibility. but i do think most of them are passionate about the things they love and they like to share these with the ones closest to them. also, they are very curious. there is something innocent about them

🌹moon in aries types show the classic traits of aries people that are known to others. the people i know with this placement have an unmatched temper and intensity. they have strong emotions regarding everything, so they either love or hate certain things. i feel like their mothers went through many difficulties in life, and tried to display their strong character. also, people with this placement have a desire to be more masculine, and less sensitive. they have outbursts of strong emotions, especially anger that gets out of their system as soon as it arises. they will be there for you in good and bad times, and you'll appreciate that. but if you cross them, they won't see you in the same light ever again. i've noticed that they love music or anything in the arts. it gives them immense joy and passion that they cannot always show and explore in their everyday life.

💋rising sign in aries have a strong presence wherever they go and people are quick to form opinions about them. they seem passionate, direct and a bit aggressive. women with this ascendant are seen as femme fatale. men seem a bit restless, opinionated, very masculine, and intimidating to some. their appearances vary, but they have some noticeable facial features that demand your attention (eyes esp., and the nose) they look amazing in black, red, and any loud colors. they have so many facial expressions, and it's quite charming and funny. they are a bit loud sometimes

🎬mercury in aries is an interesting placement. a lot is going on in their heads but it depends on the individual whether they'll show this aspect of their personality to the world or not. they have strong opinions and they are not fans of a gray mindset. i'm not saying they view things in black and white only, but they definitely prefer to be 100% sure in things. they are humorous, but at the same time they take things too seriously lol. they prefer direct people and explaining things clearly and concisely, without beating around the bush. they also like to provoke a bit the people they love, with good intentions ofc. lastly, they have to be careful when talking about sensitive topics, and discussing things with people who are sensitive. they must not be too harsh and "objective" since it can be easy to hurt others this way.

💄venus in aries love fiercely and dislike cold people who aren't ready to pursue them bravely and honestly. if you lack interest and manners, they will cross you off their list pretty quickly. they are lots of fun and want someone similar to them in this aspect. i think they can be really loyal as partners once they find someone who fits their criteria. continuous display of commitment and passion is the way to go with them. they are really sensitive actually, so they want someone that makes them feel safe, and someone who would be patient with their emotions.

❤️‍🔥mars in aries are energetic, full of life, passionate (i cannot help myself, this word describes them in a nutshell), like to take the lead, have various ambitions they need to fulfill. their temper is a bit scary at times, so they need to work on that. i feel as if this placement is not that common. they succeed in whatever they have planned in life because of their ambitious and strong mindset.

🎫jupiter in aries will have lots of luck by working on their confidence, saying how they think and feel instead of bottling up their emotions and ideas. pursuing various hobbies, especially those that involve physical activity. they need to relieve their stress as well. also, being spontaneous and brave could provide happines and new opportunities. focusing some of their big energy toward the people they love is also rewarding. the people around them love their enthusiasm and optimism btw.

💌saturn in aries need to watch out for their impulsive nature that dives head first without giving anything much thought. not only could they hurt themselves in this process, but others around them as well. there are consequences to all of our actions. moreover, there is no need to be shy about taking risks and taking the lead, but it's important to do it the right way. like i've said, confidence is key. by working on themselves, they could become unstoppable.

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[hanasnx]

smut alphabet | hayden's characters edition: A - B

MINORS DNI 18+

— source. CHARACTERS: darth vader (original trilogy), anakin skywalker (prequel trilogy), leo campo (little italy), jacob (ouctast), x reader NOTES: this was stuck in my drafts and i wanna get it out WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | aftercare | body part

A = Aftercare — what they’re like after sex:

DARTH VADER can't help that he's very cold. It stretches past intimacy. During the heat of the moment, at the height of passion, you'll find he's a rare breed. Aftercare would look different on him compared to traditions. There are times where he does not offer aftercare, simply using you as you sought and returning to normalcy. As if he's embarrassed to have shown such weakness. At his best, he'll stroke your hair. Call you sweet, but troublesome. Watch you as you drift to sleep. He's not fond of being touched, or reminded of his vulnerability so aftercare would be an uncomfortable experience if you tried to give him some.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER will clean you up thoroughly with a warm and damp cloth. If he was particularly rough with you, he'll help you bathe and get the cum out of your hair. Water breaks and maybe a snack to "keep up your strength." Talk to you to keep you from falling asleep on him. He needs to be held, he needs to be reassured, so it would bleed into your aftercare as well. You'd receive the treatment he craves, in other words. He'd assume that's what everyone wants. Additionally, he gets very moody if you must leave him to attend to other matters. He much prefers when you set aside time for him, especially if it's to spend the night sleeping in his bed.

LEO CAMPO has a standard routine for it. He'll ask you the same questions. "Can I get you anything?" being his main first. He likes to wind down afterwards with a shower together. Massages are always appreciated, whether he's giving one or receiving one. The two of you worked hard, might as well soothe those sore muscles about it. He'll make you both dinner, pick out a random movie, and sit quietly with you. Your company is valuable, and aftercare comes in many different forms.

JACOB has spent a lot of his time on the run. Whether its from his origins, from his demons, or from the Black Guard, it makes him uncomfortable to stay still. Aftercare might not be his highest priority, and he might— inadvertently, albeit— make you feel like a discarded escort. He rushes through leaving the bed, getting dressed, and moving on to his next task. After he's broken the habit, he'd force himself to remain laying with you. To talk about the encounter, lead himself to be vulnerable.

B = Body part — their favorite, and second favorite body part of their partner’s:

DARTH VADER and ANAKIN SKYWALKER share a common interest in biting your ear to remind you of his existence. With a mask it is delayed until he's able, but it's genuinely his favorite to kiss and to bite. All your other parts deserve recognition, but none of them have him leaning over to latch his teeth onto to slowly drag out. An impulse he cannot shake. Your chest is a close second favorite. He can't think of anything he wouldn't do to your tits. Clamps on your nipples, or biting and sucking on them. Fucking the space between them, or cumming all over them. He doesn't discriminate.

LEO CAMPO wishes he had a more romantic answer. He's almost ashamed to admit it's your ass. Almost. Followed closely by your lips. He finds any excuse to get his hands on your ass. Pinching, swatting, patting, stroking, squeezing. He loves watching it bounce on him when he's fucking you from behind. Your lips are kissed constantly, bitten and tugged on. He also superbly enjoys kissing the corner of them. Not to mention how soft they feel and supple they look wrapped around his cock.

JACOB is very drawn to your eyes. He used to largely avoid eye contact, reminds him of when he was too intense. Additionally, no one's earned the respect of his eye contact. All he wants to do now is gaze into yours. He gets lost in them, and he'll turn you to look at him with his hand on your chin when you're talking to him or vice versa. Your waist is his second favorite. Palms slide up your torso, tracing its outlines, using it as a handle when you're riding him and you need some extra help.

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[mangokabuto]

💛💚💙💜

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

Ohhh man... I'm going to be murdered if I say "all of them" but. Well. I promise I'm not "different from the other girls" or something LMFAO I just typically can't get behind monogamous ships because they do not interest or intrigue me, usually? It takes some really compelling characters to pull it off in a way that will get me invested. And honestly, I REALLY hate in shipping fanfiction/etc where the shipped-characters-in-question are portrayed as feeling "more" for their partner (singular or plural) than the rest of the crew. I feel this way for One Piece and the strawhats specifically. Like, as soon as I see the "A missed their captain and their crew, but they realized that they missed B more" or "loved B more" I've clocked out. It's just fully not believable to me. Why does romantic always have to be more, instead of just different? This is separate from my bias as a polyamorous person, btw. I'm not fond of the idea that you HAVE to love your romantic partner MOST; Like if you're closer to your best friend than your partner then you've failed somehow?? Or like you're supposed to be less close to your friends once you have a partner?? That's insane to me. And SPECIFICALLY I think it doesn't fit these characters. If there's anyone on the crew that any of them feel "more" for than the others it's Luffy, and they ALL feel that way, and it doesn't interfere with their romantic relationships because that is silly. ...I realize this probably isn't the type of answer you were looking for, haha. For a simpler one: I don't really get the romantic chemistry behind zosan as a ship, unless they're in a polycule with other people. Which is weird, because enemies-to-lovers usually gets me! Also I don't get the romantic chemistry behind lawlu either.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I have several favorite characters honestly, and I haven't been in the fandom long enough to know the most common opinions like that outside of some large-sweeping and very common ones. (So, it's hard for me to answer this question with Franky or Bon Clay.) So, I'll pick an example that involves two of my favorite characters (Usopp and Zoro) I feel very strongly about the platonic divorce arc (Water Seven), and I think a lot of people either don't really understand what Usopp did/was thinking, or don't really understand what Zoro did/was thinking, or both. Which sucks. "Get wrong" is a loaded term, since everyone's entitled to their own opinion/interpretation, ofc, but... I stand FIRM in my belief that if Zoro had not held the line like that, Usopp would not have been able to come back to the crew, and the crew wouldn't have survived it if he came back anyway. Zoro enforced that boundary BECAUSE he loved everyone involved, not because he "hated usopp's cowardice" or whatever the fuck. Usopp decided to leave, and Zoro held him to his word, and there is a lot of respect in that. And Usopp DID fuck up! Bad! He needed to apologize, and the Usopp fans out there who think "Usopp did nothing wrong/shouldn't have needed to apologize" need to unpack why they think so. This isn't to say Zoro and the others did everything right, either. EVERYONE fucked up there, but Usopp fucked up the most! Usopp stans I know there are few of us and we're used to him getting shit on by the fandom, but we need to accept that he really was at fault. And it's good to have a character in fiction who stumbles for understandable reasons, then pushes too far, and then is able to fix what they'd done and mend their relationships. That is a beautiful and important thing to have. (If anything, I think Usopp's apology should have been a little better, but that's just me.)

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

I could be here all day. :') I know anything is possible and different strokes for different folks, but I cannot believe THAT MANY people find Sanji and Law THAT attractive. Sanji's popularity baffled me more than law, but still. I know tattoos are hot but come on. Lets be serious. It's just us here I won't be mad tell me the truth

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

FOXY. SILVER FOX FOXY. IM IN LOVE WITH HIM DO YOU PEOPLE HEAR ME. SAYING IT LOUDER FOR THE PPL IN THE BACK, HE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!

For my other controversial picks I also think Franky, Jinbe, Mont Blanc, Brook, Big Mom, Blackbeard, Magelllan, World from that one movie, and Borsalino are attractive but those aren't as controversial -- I've seen a couple other people be as open about them -- but no one appreciates my husband. Cowards!!

#ask game #please dont rip me to shreds for my opinions LMFAOOO /j #actually i dont care. execute me if you must I'll die a martyr /j

[sombrashe]

Lord Otto

relationship troy x reader

content gn! reader, older! troy, legal age gap, first meeting, reader’s parents are dead in this, no smut only fluff

note(s) how many times did I put simply and quite? | I see reader as being early 20’s and troy being more his season 8 age so like early to mid-30s

“Excuse me, Sir Otto?”

A voice startles him out of conversation with his brother. Tilting his head to the left he waits for his brother to respond. Only you never take your eyes off him. Bright and wide they look deep into his as you anxiously wait for a reply. You're breathtaking and he nearly misses his brother's words.

“Well, Troy? Are you going to make them wait? They clearly cannot wait to have an audience with you.”

He’s enamored by the way you ignore his brother's exasperated response. Annoyance going unheard or simply ignored as you bow low to show him you mean your words. Rising your fingers never leave their spot glued to your heavy-looking rich skirt. Eyes shining despite him never uttering a word.

“My lord, may I have this next dance?”

He gives a short laugh. A half smile shows off his snaggletooth. One of the only endearing qualities he believes he has. That and his money… he doesn't have many qualities. None enough to catch the attention of someone as starry eyes as you.

“Can not find another suitable dance partner?”

You frown and present your nearly full dance card to him. All different names written in perfect penmanship with one single blank at the very bottom. Keeping the card presented he realizes slowly that you are waiting for him to sign it. To take you up on your offer for him to dance.

“How enigmatic.”

“Vexing is the word you are looking for brother. Asking you to dance, ha, a waste of time indeed.”

He simply shakes his head and takes the small pencil hanging from your card as if not in control of himself. Here he was of noble blood taking up your offer to dance instead of the correct way around. He has to wonder where your chaperone was. He can’t help the prickles of fear that wash down his spine as he signs his name, bold against the ivory paper. Set resting pretty in a diamond-encrusted case. Something he remembers was never offered to the common guests of his ball. Straightening up he doesn't miss the wide smile that fattens your cheeks. You take in the crooked letters for a moment as if hypnotized.

“Brother, you must be joking. Father-.”

“I do not care what father has to say on the matter, Jake. Now if you will let me go I have a dance I need to attend.”

Ripping his arms from his brother's grasp he fixes his waistcoat, white as sugarcane, before allowing you to wrap your arm around his. Following him he maintains a decent distance from you. A given with how many eyes are on you both. Watching the youngest Otto and this random individual who must have bribed him to get him onto the dance floor. Or maybe this was all a ruse set up by his father. An attempt to fix their soiled name. Or maybe, just maybe, you were genuine in your interest to dance with him. Your fingers flex against his linen sleeves, but you do not attempt to pull away as he leads you toward the middle of the floor. Instead, you keep that simple sweet smile plastered on your face as he turns to face you.

“That was a bold move, asking me to dance. Especially in front of my brother.”

“I tried waiting for you to make your rounds. Hoping you would find me eventually and ask me to dance. Only you never left your corner so I decided to make a move myself. I hope that is okay, my Lord.”

“That is quite embarrassing. Having to be approached, especially as a man of my stature.”

“That was not my intention at all, sir. I deeply apologize.”

He watches as your eyebrows furrow together. Something so cute he notices as you start to frit. Bottom lip being chewed on, an action he notices you frequent if your lips are any indication of your actions.

“It is quite alright. I do not mind as one might think.”

You visibly relax and it helps settle an air of calm over the both of you. He settles into routine, step, pivot, step, spin, step, step, twirl. Over and over he moves in tandem with you. Your lips part to allow nonsensical words to fall from them. He listens to you ramble and takes in every word. He doesn't understand why he does. This is a one-time dance. A bored young individual who wanted to fill up the last spot on their card. Nothing more. Yet, he can’t help but fall hook line, and sinker for every single syllable you utter. He learns you are a patron of the arts. Using your valuable resources to fund specifically writers. Taking the time to study up on dozens of authors all of whom seem to fight for the spot as number one in your mind.

“By a Lady is a wonderful writer, she is quite exquisite in the way the letters flow from her pen to the paper. Oh, but there's also the woman who wrote Frankenstein. I really enjoyed how she describes the creature. It is quite sad. Or-.”

“Frankenstein was written by a man. A woman could not write a book with such depth.”

You laugh at him. You laugh at him and he can’t even find it in himself to get mad.

“Forgive me my lord, but a man could not have written that book. The creature is a sensitive thing. There are plenty of great male authors, but only a woman could write and understand the creature the way she does. Of course, you do not have to agree with me and I apologize for speaking out of turn I am simply passionate about writing is all. It’s silly.”

“Please do not apologize. Having strong emotions towards your interests like you do shows that you are quite intelligent. It is sweet. I am quite sure your future husband will think the same way.”

Step, turn, twirl, and your dance is completed. He means to wish you a good night and farewell, but when your hand reaches out to keep him in place he finds himself following you out of the crowd and into a slightly less populated, yet still suffocating, hallway. Smiling up at him you comment how you had a wonderful time dancing with him and how you wished to have one more with him if he so desired.

“I am not one much for dancing. I do apologize.”

Seeing you frown makes his heart ache and he almost leaves right then and there. He has much more important matters to attend to and yet here he is, his heart weeping at the sight of you so destroyed by his simple words.

“That is alright, my Lord. I understand. I will let you go then. I do not want to keep your company for longer than necessary.”

You stay still waiting for him to excuse himself. You have broken enough tradition it seems. Instead, he extends his bent elbow to you. You look up at him with the sweetest gaze as you gently wrap your hand around his bicep and he courts you throughout the halls. Your conversation is boring and he enjoys the time basking in your glow.

“What about sports, Lord Otto? Are there any that you are particularly fond of?”

“Boxing,” his answer is quick and he doesn't even notice that he’s responded until you're looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. Full of wonder and intrigue as you listen. “I am fond of boxing. I regularly attend matches and participate in quite a few of them.”

“Do you win? When you fight?”

He pauses and looks down at you. Innocence coming off of you in waves as you await a response. He’s never been asked that before winning, only ever being expected of him. Never an option. Starting up your walking again he formulates a response through a green carpeted hallway.

“Yes, I do, quite a bit actually. I’m just below Mr. Clark. Do you know who that is?”

“Of course. He is one of the top performers. He is quite a large man with thirty-odd wins under his belt, is he not?”

He is completely and utterly confused. There is no way you could know of his man. It was uncommon for men who didn't actively partake in the sport to know of him let alone someone of your stature. He proceeds carefully.

“He is. How did you know?”

“He is my uncle. I ask him about his fights every time he comes to visit. He gets a little too into the details, but I do not mind. The fights always sound so… brutal. Bloody too, I imagine.”

You kept your voice low to keep your conversation a secret. A young person like you should not be engaging in conversation where the topic involves two men beating each other to a bloody pulp. But despite the confusing descriptors you used what was most confusing was the fact that you were related to the Clark bloodline.

“You are a Clark?”

“My mother was, my father was something different altogether. She took his last name, which means I did as well. So, I am the last of my father's name.”

“Your parents, are they not?”

He was trying to be gentle. Keeping in mind what his brother taught him throughout his childhood. He was to keep unsavory questions to himself, but he couldn't help himself. He was simply much too curious about your answer.

“No. They are dead, my lord. Have been for nearly three years now.”

What a sad response. He dutifully caresses your hand with his. An apology for your loss quickly on his tongue. He has been following your lead and has done little to dissuade you from where you wanted to go. Until now. The estate was a sight to behold in the broad daylight and even now the darkness did little to hide its natural beauty. Moss and vines grow towards the heavens, covering the sides of the home with the front cleaned to perfection for guests. Plant life covers every inch of landscape, only the gravel path for carriages left unnatural. He begins to slow his descent down the stairs as he starts to notice in the distance a large hedge. Upon closer inspection, it seems to open in the middle like a curtain, permanent and inviting. Both words describe you. He should be pulling away. Making a scene to allow everyone from the ton knowledge that he was not the kind of man to be whisked off into a dark corner of the property for god knows what.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the gardens, it’s just through the maze.”

“Where is the lady or master the house? I’m sure they would want to know before we go walking off into their precious gardens.”

“I believe they will be fine with it. I guarantee it.”

“You know this how?”

“Because they are me. I am quite alright with simply showing a guest my elaborate maze and gardens. It is talked about a lot, I know. Quite expensive. I spend every morning pruning the poor little things. This heatwave has been particularly mean to my Hydrangeaceae”

“This is yours?”

He can’t help the shock that seeps into his voice as he speaks. An entire estate taken care of by one person. Someone as young as you? Not even grown men can do it alone and here you were a few years out of your debut with no husband yet a house to take care of.

“It is quite hard, yes, but I have Ms. Daley. She has helped quite a lot and will continue to help me with all the paperwork as she was shown by my father. Until I am married, of course.”

You finish leading him from your home over to where the garden sits, hidden in the middle of an acre of thick hedges elaborately woven into a maze. It was absolutely gorgeous and he never once makes you stop. You simply do. Right in front of the large open hedge which starts the beginning of the maze.

“I go left and you go right? See who makes it to the garden first?”

He is once again reminded of your age as you offer this simple game he was fond of as a child. Grinning he breaks away from you with a nod.

“Deal.”

With that, you're hoisting up your skirt and rushing off towards the middle of the maze. Huffing he sprints to the right stopping at a turn before skirting behind it and following the twists and turns of the maze with little trouble. All the while your loud giggles and huffs of annoyance at getting lost in the dark are crystal clear this far away from the soiree. Shouting out he asks for help when he comes face to face with a decision, right or straight… he feels particularly keen on continuing straight. You simply laugh, an intoxicating sound that god himself must be listening to on such a clear night. He follows his gut instinct and follows the dark hedges straight, straight, straight until he comes across another right-hand turn which leads to another hedge much like the one from the beginning. Stepping through the opening he comes out the other side surrounded by fauna and flora. The garden is massive, with dozens of different types of flowers and even more greenery swallowing the small resting area provided.

“It’s wonderful, is it not?”

“It is.”

He doesn't close the distance, opting to inspect the naturally made bouquets. The sheer mass of flowers that litter the ground and grow upwards towards the heavens has him in awe. The splashes of reds, greens, purples, and pinks look muddied in the moonlight, but he can still see the beauty in the care you have provided for them. The silky feeling of the petals is exquisite and he feels heat rise to his cheeks as he wonders what you might feel like, silken like the petals or sharp like the thorns hidden beneath the leaves. He can feel his skin physically react when your soft hand presses against the sleeve of his top.

“I maintain a lot of primula vulgaris, different types of rosa rubiginosa, and a few bushels of lonicera. That's not all of course, but those are my favorites to work with. Quite a tasty snack when I have been working for a while.”

“They are beautiful.”

You look up at him with a small smile gracing your lips. The bumps and pits that decorate your skin are filled with dark shadows that dance across your face when you shift and he finds it difficult to move his eyes away. When he finally does he hopes you don't mistake the stare as what it is. Staring at the muted colors he thinks of what to say next. He is not one to be tongue tied and yet here he is completely and utterly befuddled. The sun is starting to rise and he lets out a breath he had no clue he was holding. Pinks and oranges start to light up the dusky sky. Turning his head he watches as those colors reflect themselves off the slope of your nose and the curve of your cheeks. You were mesmerizing and only inches away from him. He wants nothing more than to lean down and catch those soft pink-hued lips with his golden-streaked ones. Instead, he simply smiles and decides now is as good a time as any to end the night with you. Knowing how these parties went you would host a breakfast where all the ton members would sit and chat for a few extra hours before letting you alone to rest for the day. Gently he gathers your hand in his palm and raises it to his lips. Pressing those mellow painted lips against the dorsal side it sends a shock of electricity through to his toes.

“It was wonderful meeting you.”

“And I you, Lord Otto.”

A mumbled goodbye against soft skin and he’s separating himself from you. Refusing to look back he leaves you alone with your garden of beauty. A flower sitting unattended.

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[tokusaatsus]

Hello! May I request some hcs on potential red flags that each ALKALOID member + HiMERU has in a relationship? I really enjoy your works! <3

RED FLAGS IN A RELATIONSHIP

ft. amagi hiiro, ayase mayoi, HiMERU, kazehaya tatsumi, shiratori aira

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: minor spoilers for himeru's backstory, self-doubt (mayoi and aira), minor mentions of violence and toxic relationships (hiiro), mentions of religious? guilt (tatsumi)

He’s unused to putting himself first

Now, I’m not entirely sure if this counts as a “red” flag per se, but it can definitely be a problem when it comes to relationships.

A huge basis for dating, marriage, etc, is balance. Give and take, push and pull, equivalent exchange. Hiiro isn’t entirely sure of how to work with this. He’s used to being ignored, shunted to the side, forgotten in favour of things deemed greater.

Before idols, before Alkaloid, before you, the only person who ever treated him like an equal instead of an object was Rinne, and his relationship with his brother is worlds away from his relationship with you.

As ½ of a relationship, he’d be more inclined to make himself useful, trying to see how long it would take you to toss him aside and how he can prevent that. It seems like a sweet gesture, but it gets overbearing as time goes on, especially when you’re trying to be independent.

Hiiro isn’t used to boundaries–having had his own be disregarded multiple times–so he might accidentally do something that makes you uncomfortable without realising, which is a major thing to focus on.

Just make sure that you give and take in equal measure, lest you find the carefully crafted equilibrium of your relationship falls apart.

He’s overly insecure + tries to overcompensate

Insecurity in relationships is normal. It’s inevitable that one party may feel as though they aren’t doing enough, or that the other party is carrying too many of the burdens. Reassuring your partner that, yes, they are doing enough, is common in relationships.

But with Mayoi, all this insecurity? It’s dialled up to the max. Even over the slightest mistake, he’s stammering terrified apologies and begging for your forgiveness. No matter how many times you tell him that it’s okay, it’s fine, he still continues to act like this.

Similarly to Hiiro, Mayoi isn’t used to being put first, so he’s probably going to overcompensate for it in an attempt to make you like him better. He tries to be as perfect and quiet as possible, to not cause you any trouble, and it’s… Unnerving, to say the least.

He also tries to stop his more…“weird” behaviors, such as hiding in the vents, in case it makes you uncomfortable. This kind of thing-changing yourself to fit the expectations of the person you care for–only serves to cause resentment to fester, where you start to begrudge the other person for not feeling like you can be yourself around them.

With Mayoi, you have to tread carefully.

They hide things from you

Secrecy isn’t exactly a bad thing–it’s good to have interests and a life outside of your partner, of course, and oversharing is also an aspect of a potentially toxic relationship–but when taken to extremes, it can cause a strain. It’s fine to hide some things, but the basis of a healthy relationship is communication.

Unfortunately for HiMERU, this is the thing they struggle with the most.

No matter how they may feel about you, there are just some things they cannot share with you. And it’s true, you try your best to remain understanding–after all, the life of an idol is filled with strict rules and regulations. Scandals are not uncommon in this line of work, and to keep your image, above all, untarnished, takes a lot of careful consideration and effort.

HiMERU, in particular, has a lot to lose should any of their private information come to light.

Despite how much they trust you, the one thing they absolutely cannot afford to lose is their life as an idol. It is not just their existence that hinges upon it, but also the dreams of the one person HiMERU owes their existence to rests upon this current “arrangement”.

HiMERU knows they’re being selfish trying to hide things from you when the whole point of being in a relationship is to share the burdens, but this is how their life is, and they’ve just adapted to it.

If they lose you, they have no one to blame but themselves.

He pushes you away when things get bad

Despite how it may seem to others, Tatsumi feels quite a lot of guilt.

For what happened at Reimei, for what happened to Sazanami, for what happened to Kaname. All of it is his fault, one way or another. He is the thread that ties everything together. On his knees, in front of a statue of the Lord, he ruminates.

Good things come in pairs. Sazanami. Kaname. Sazanami, Kaname. Sazanami and Kaname.

Bad things happen in threes. Reimei. The Revolution. Kazehaya Tatsumi.

There’s an old saying–“if an unfortunate event has already occurred twice , it will most likely happen a third time.” Tatsumi occurred once. He will occur again.

He ruins things, he is aware. Reimei. Sazanami. Kaname. He fears he may ruin you too. So, he pushes you away. Keeps you at an arm’s length. Oh, it’s not very obvious. But for Tatsumi, to go from soft and gentle to impassioned and cold is a rather large indicator.

This causes a rift. For one thing, you’re not sure how to approach him. He’s not used to being in a partnership. He’s more used to being seen as the “experienced” one. You want to tell him to stop closing himself off, to just…talk to you.

You know he won’t.

He’s naïve and immature 

With Aira, life as an idol is a dream come true.

He’s spent years admiring them from afar, and to be able to interact with them on the daily–much less stand on the same stage as them–is something he cherishes dearly.

However, he feels as though he’s lacking in skills. When compared with the rest of Alkaloid, he still thinks he’s nowhere near as competent as the others. Of course, it’s to be expected with Tatsumi, who has more experience, but Aira can’t help but feel a little jealous over how quickly both Mayoi and Hiiro have progressed as well.

I feel that Aira is still rather naïve–in the sense that he has been quite sheltered all his life–and so he gets quite defensive when he feels he’s not as good as he should be. This spurs him to be more focused in his work, which is a great thing, definitely! But it also causes a rift between you two, when you try to speak to him about maybe toning it down a bit? Which is understandable, of course. It happens on occasion, when you feel that people are invalidating your work or criticising your methods.

Still, it can be quite exhausting to have to deal with people who are quick to anger, or those with hot tempers–easily getting defensive over a slight comment, especially when you are in a committed relationship.

notes!

WC: 1.1k words

reze txt hng… im not too happy w this but i felt that if i didn’t post it now i’d spend hours agonising over it and then just. not post it so. shrugs. i hope this fit what u had in mind anonnie <3 and ty for the compliment mwah <3

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[sotwk]

Hi! I’ve never requested something like this before (I guess that’s why I’d like to be anonymous) but I really like your work and have a real life situation that I would kind of love to see addressed in fiction with my dream resolution to it. So apologies if this is kind of specific—feel free, of course, to adjust anything you think is needed if this is something you’re interested in doing.

The scenario would be Eomer has chosen a partner for himself (I guess this could be written as the reader herself?) who is very different, personality wise, both from Eomer himself and from the Rohirrim that he’s grown up around and been friends with all his life. He adores her and those differences, but, despite her best efforts, she cannot get those friends to accept her. Instead, they frequently exclude her, subtly make her feel bad about herself, etc., especially during times when Eomer is absent. When he finds out that this has been going on, he is furious and comes (publicly and heroically) to her defense and puts those (now former) friends in their place.

As I said, I think I’d find that resolution personally very cathartic. And I adore Eomer, who is my number one fictional boyfriend. (Haldir comes a close second, but I know he’s happily married in your head canon. Though if he showed up somehow as a handsome and supportive presence, I certainly wouldn’t object!)

Thanks for taking the time to consider! I definitely enjoy your work and following along whenever you add new material.

Excuse me while I exercise my right to insert Eomer gifs at every possible opportunity. <3

My darling Anon, you honor me with this request, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart! I believe that cathartic release is one of fanfiction's greatest functions, and I would love to be able to gift that to you in an Eomer fic!

If you have suffered through a situation like this, where others have made you feel like you are unsuitable for someone you love, or in any way made you feel bad about simply being yourself, I am sorry you have to experience that! Let's fix it through fiction!

Because this request is personal to you, it is really important to me that I hit the right notes in the story so you can experience maximum catharsis. Would you mind giving me at least a couple of (or many, if you want!) specific details about how you want the Female Reader to be? I know you want her to be different in personality and background from Eomer/his friends, but maybe you can specify in what ways? Is she common/of humble birth? Gentle and sensitive to violence? Introverted and quiet? Bookish and struggles in the wild outdoors?

If you could please send me another Ask, giving me just a little bit more insight, I'd really appreciate it. I want to make this fic as close to your preferences as possible!

Again, thank you for entrusting me with this special request, and I will put in on my WIP list right away! I hope you are well! All of Eomer's love to you! <3

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[springfallendeer]

Ritual of Gaia

Takes place in the DCA Vampire AU! Content found here.

This is a Reader X Moon X Sun X Eclipse fic because the internet is horny and that's what everyone voted for.

Very spicy. Not at all osha approved. Over 6k words.

Happy Valentines Day

You have been selected to partake in a very special event.

An event which holds great importance to you and your people.

An event which holds great importance to even the world itself.

This is a day of celebration. A day to honor the Earth and all of the blessings that she bestows upon it.

A day in which one very lucky individual is selected to help secure those blessings for years to come.

You are that lucky individual. You have been selected to partake in a ritual that secures the delivery of countless blessings to the land.

The Ritual of Gaia. An intimate ceremony in which a follower of the Earth is selected to form a union with the Cosmos for the sake of drawing energy to the world.

That energy will then in turn be used to fertilize the land.

As the one chosen to partake in the ritual, you will be responsible for forming a union with the Cosmos. Your body will be acting as the vessel used to transfer the energy of Life to the world.

For as nervous as you are, you cannot help but tremble from the excitement of it all.

So few are given this opportunity. Fewer still have had the resolve to go through with it.

For as important as this ritual is, it often goes uncompleted.

It often goes uncompleted because the common folk so readily fear the Cosmic Deities. They are rumored for their extreme acts of violence. Well known for their taste for human blood.

Even you cannot help but feel anxious at the idea of having to form a union with them. You cannot help but feel somewhat afraid, given the reputation of your potential ritual partners.

One by one they make their way into the ritual chamber. The Heart of Gaia, as it was called. A glorious underground world absolutely thriving with life. Everything is green and flowering. All of the plants are luscious and vibrant. In the center of it all is a pool of blue water. Gaia’s blood.

This is a sacred place.

A place from which all life on Earth originates. You are here now to assure that life can continue to thrive. You are here now in order to pull the energy of the Cosmos to the land.

The trio of Celestial Deities make their way into the chamber. They are each clad in a ceremonial robe. One which is a stark contrast to your own.

The robe you wear is white. Pure and clean.

The robes they wear are black. Darker than the darkest night. So much so that the fabric better resembles a void than it does cloth.

You cannot help but stare at them. A mixture of awe and fear permeates your being.

Before you stand three Gods. Three Gods best known for their desire to consume mortal flesh and blood.

You are very, very mortal. The way they look at you, you cannot help but feel that little nag in the back of your mind. The nag that tries to convince you that these Deities are less interested in the pleasures of the flesh and more interested in the flavor of it.

Still, you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

For Mother Gaia. For the betterment of the Earth. For everyone and everything that you know and love. You can do this. This is your sacred duty as the one chosen to partake in the Ritual of Gaia.

The first step is the hardest. Because the first step is about your choice.

Before you stand three Gods of the Cosmos.

You are tasked with forming a union with the Cosmic God in order to draw forth the energy of Life.

This is a great responsibility. This is an important event. But it is equally important that you have the say. You are to decide which of these Deities, if any, you will form the union with.

The vessel cannot be unwilling.

An unwilling vessel would only pollute and corrupt the very energy that they were meant to collect.

This was why so many rituals have failed in the past. Many of the previously chosen vessels were unwilling. Unwilling from a mix of fear and genuine distrust, relating to these terrifying Cosmic Gods.

You are not.

Gaia needs this energy to maintain the wellbeing of the Earth. You are willing, despite your fear.

Or that is what you think.

Your nerves admittedly begin to get the better of you as you observe the three beings. Each beautiful in their own right. Each terrifying in their own right.

Sun, Moon, and Eclipse. Three brothers that control the very fabric of the universe. Three potential sources of Life energy. They watch you in silence as you weigh the options.

Which of them was the strongest? Which of them would provide the most energy to Gaia?

It was important to make the right choice. Multiple rituals had been missed by this point. The energy was desperately needed. Everyone could tell. Plants were not thriving as well. Gaia was struggling to provide. You needed to make this ritual count.

Awkwardly, you swallow the lump that has formed in your throat. For Gaia. You need to make absolutely sure that you make the proper choice.

“Um-” You begin to speak, your voice cracking as you prepare to ask the ever important question. “Forgive my ignorance, my Lords. But which of you is the strongest?” You inquire. For the sake of Gaia and the continuation of the Earth's bounty, you must be absolutely sure that you make the proper choice today. Still, you cannot help but feel uneasy as the three Deities exchange glances. They seem surprised by your inquiry, but thankfully they do not appear to be insulted.

“We shoulder the burden equally. No single one of us outshines the other in terms of raw power.” The largest Deity, Eclipse, responds.

This coaxes a puzzled look to your face. The wording of the response was certainly a bit peculiar. The Deity made it sound as if the burden of the Cosmos was so great that they had to share it.

They had divided the burden.

So surely that meant that they had divided the energy.

You bite your lip and furrow your brows. For Gaia, the best course of action would be to assure as much energy could be collected as possible. Especially after so many failed rituals.

“I-I’ve made my choice.” You utter. The three Deities put their full attention on you.

“I pick all three.” You state. You watch as the three beings respond to you with looks of surprise.

“Surely you jest, woman.” Eclipse utters, his previously calm town now laced with some level of shock. His body language has changed ever so slightly to mirror his confusion. His brothers each utter similar words. All of them are surprised by your boldness, and rightly so.

Still, you do not falter.

“If I am to form a union with the Cosmos, and if you three make up the Cosmos, then certainly I must form a union with all three of you.” You state.

The trio fall silent in response to your observation.

There follows a pause as the three share curious looks with one another. Apparently, they can find no fault in your logic.

Quite abruptly, Eclipse offers a chuckle. A sort of coy smile plays at his lips as he looks back at you.

“Well. I suppose you would be right, wouldn’t you?” Eclipse retorts, seeming to be genuinely amused by the turn of events.

Sun and Moon follow suit, smile tugging at their lips. They don’t appear to be bothered by your observation at all.

“Well. I certainly have nothing worth complaining about. What say you, brothers? Are we all content to form a union with the little Minx?” He states, offering a somewhat playful inquiry to his brothers.

“No arguments here~” Sun replies, his voice laced with amusement.

“Likewise.” Moon chimes in. His voice is calmer despite the smirk tugging at his lips.

Eclipse proceeds to loudly clasp his hands together as he locks eyes with you.

“So long as Gaia has no arguments, then we are all agreed. The Ritual may commence.” Eclipse states.

A faint rumble rolls through the cavern as Gaia herself offers her reply.

This is a ritual carried out in her name, after all. If she should have any protests, then the ritual will not take place in the manner you’ve suggested.

The arrival of her divine servants tells her answer. Peculiar creatures made of grass and soil descend from various rooms throughout the chamber. Creatures made in the image of various animals, combining traits of that which rely upon the Earth.

Humanoid rabbits with antlers and wings. Wolves with hooves and feathers. Strange chimeras born of plant and soil. They bring with them the offerings of Gaia. Oils and instruments used to carry out the ritual.

One such servant brings to you a small stone bowl. In this bowl sit three small flowers.

Their golden petals shimmer faintly in the ambient light of the cavern. A strong, alluring fragrance wafts from the divine blooms.

These are the blessings of Gaia that you are meant to feed to the Cosmic Gods.

They in turn are each gifted a piece of golden fruit. They are to feed the fruit to you.

Once the blessings have been consumed, the ritual can begin. One by one, the Deities step closer to you.

Moon goes first. He takes the bite of fruit and presses it to your lips, a soft smile tugging at his mouth as he does so.

You accept the fruit. It is soft and fragrant and ridiculously sweet. A faint warmth pools in your stomach after you swallow it.

You in turn offer him the flower. You slip it past his open lips when he leans to accept it.

A faint frown tugs at his lips as he consumes the bloom, which coaxes an uneasy frown to your face.

“Is something wrong, my Lord?” You inquire, fearing that you’ve done something wrong.

The Lunar Deity raises a hand to politely silence you. He takes a moment to chew and swallow the flower, before clearing his throat.

“No need to fret.” Moon states, making a bit of a face as he licks the roof of his mouth. It's as if he’s trying to get an unpleasant taste off of his tongue.

“I am not fond of sweets. Gaia’s blooms are a bit offensive to my pallet. You have done nothing wrong.” He explains.

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Moon just didn’t like the overpowering sweetness of the flower that you fed him.

He steps away to wait while you share similar exchanges with Sun and Eclipse.

The Solar Deity offers a faint smile at the taste of the flower. He appears to enjoy the sweetness.

You smile in kind as he gives you the second piece of fruit. For as rich as it is, the flavor is addictive. You cannot help but want to eat more.

The warmth pooling in your abdomen only grows as you swallow that second bite.

Eclipse’s features remain neutral for the most part. At least in response to the taste of the flower you offer to him.

However, a smirk tugs his lips as he accepts the bloom from your fingers. He purposefully uses his tongue to catch the petals and pull the blessing to his maw. In doing so, he licks the tips of your fingers.

You cannot help but blush in response to his obvious teasing.

This in turn means that your cheeks are red when you accept the final bite of fruit. He proves to be devious enough that he coaxes you into accidentally nibbling at his finger as he presses the fruit past your lips.

The warmth in your abdomen grows incredibly intense as you swallow that final bite.

The blush on your face at this point is less of a reaction to Eclipse’s teasing and more of a response to the magic at play inside of you.

The fruit has made you receptive to the energy that the Deities are about to bestow upon you. The heat pooling in your abdomen is proof enough of that. No doubt a similar heat has taken hold of them.

You are left alone to try and compose yourself as the Deities appear to quietly discuss where to go from here. As far as you know, no one has ever suggested forming the union with all three of them. So you know not how the ritual will play out.

Eventually, Moon proceeds to disrobe. His body is strange by human standards. Strange but not off-putting. Still humanoid, but lacking in many features that would mark him as a man. Yet he is still distinctly masculine.

Once his body has been made bare, he approaches you.

Apparently they have decided on how the ritual shall commence.

“Come.” Moon commands, offering you his hand.

You accept it without question, allowing him to pull you to your feet. However, your legs soon give way under you. The heat in your body has made your limbs feel weak.

He catches you without issue, allowing your body to fall against his frozen flesh. The feel of his skin is strangely appealing given the heat that has overtaken your body.

While holding you against him, he helps you to squirm your way out of the ceremonial robe that you wear.

When that is done, he proceeds to pick you up to carry you into the water.

The pool is not as deep as it would appear to be. As he sets you down and you attempt to stand, you find that the water only comes up to your knees.

Still, you are unable to stand thanks to the heat in your core.

He prevents you from falling as you slip into the water. A sense of relief hits you as the liquid washes over your heated skin.

Moon then proceeds to give you a bath. Gaia’s blood is meant to purge you of the negative energies held within your body. Negative energies that could corrupt and destroy the Life energy that you are meant to obtain.

The chill of the water makes the heat in your loins easier to bear, if only somewhat.

Moon cradles your body against him as he pours water along your back one handful at a time. There’s no dirt or other form of filth to wash off of you. The only nastiness being purged from you is the negativity of the soul.

The water only slightly dilutes the heat.

Your heart races as the Deity carefully caresses your skin. A rush of water is followed by the gentle touch of his hand. First along your back. Then down to your arse. Then to the back of your thighs.

The remainder of your legs have been purged of negativity simply by having been submerged in the water.

A faint whine escapes your lips as you feel his fingers brush against your greatest source of heat.

He jolts faintly in response. Clearly, he hadn’t meant to stimulate you.

Or at least your reaction caught him off guard.

With the entirety of your back having been washed, he moves along to wash the front of your body.

To do that he has you turn around to face away from him. He brings you so that your back leans against his chest.

You wind up sitting on his leg so that he can better support you. With you both kneeling in the water, this more or less results in you sitting with his thigh between your legs.

The chill of his flesh is pleasant. Particularly where his flesh glides across your heated nethers.

You whine quietly again as the friction stimulates you further.

Moon quietly shushes you as he continues to wash your body. He brings his face down near your ear in order to do so.

Handful after handful of refreshing, cool water is poured down your neck and chest. He wipes the water away each time, dragging his hands along your skin to assure that every ounce of the negative energy is purged from your body.

You struggle to prevent yourself from grinding against his thigh as he cleans you. Up until it comes time for you to be submerged in the water.

He squirms behind you to pull his leg out from between yours. His arms move to wrap around your body, holding you flush against him.

“Hold your breath~” Moon murmurs, moving his mouth so near your ear that you can feel his lips brushing against it.

You cannot help but tremble in response to the contact. He must have been teasing you at that point. There was absolutely no way that he didn’t realize how worked up you had gotten.

Still, you do as he says. He waits as you take in a deep breath. Once you’ve held it, he allows his body to fall backwards.

He submerges himself in the water to purge himself of what little negative energy he carries. In doing so, he also submerges you. Just so that he can be sure that you have also been fully purged of the unwanted negativity.

Ultimately you’re only submerged for a few seconds. Still, you’re left gasping once he sits back up with you.

It was a bit of a shock having had the cold water wash all over your heated body all at once.

When you emerge, the heat has only grown. So much so that your breath leaves you as a faint fog.

The Deity proceeds to pick you up and carry you over to the ritual table. A slab of stone in the very center of the pool that is to act as your place of union.

The stone slab is overgrown with soft mosses and clover, making it more comfortable to lay on than one might expect.

You’re laid down upon the ritual bed.

The heat has grown so intense at this point that your skin has started to flush all over. Your breasts and vulva have taken on a pink tint to accent your intense arousal.

The Lunar Deity moves to loom over you. This is the first that you notice the hunger in his eyes.

At last he sets out to satisfy your yearning body. You accept his touch as soon as he delivers it.

He steals your lips in a kiss. Slow and soft.

For as fervent as you are, he takes his time to savor the taste of your lips.

Under normal circumstances, you might have been able to enjoy how he wanted to take his time with you. But right now, the slow touches drive you crazy. Your body demands his attention and for as sweetly as he’s touching you, he’s touching you the wrong way.

You are not in need of foreplay. The sentiment was lost on you at this moment.

What you needed now was for him to ravish you.

Your body was more than willing to accept the union.

He discovers as much when he moves his hand to caress your heat directly. A pathetic whine escaped your lips as you felt him touch you.

His fingers slip inside with absolutely no resistance. Your body had been made slick and loose and eager by Gaia’s blessing.

Yet for some reason he insists on feeling you with his fingers.

You cannot help but rock your hips against his hand. It's obvious what he’s doing. He’s making sure that your vulva is properly worked open. He’s making sure that there’s room between your legs for the energy that he intends to deliver.

When he withdraws his fingers, the proof of your eagerness clings to his skin. Thin strings of glistening arousal connect your body to his hand once he withdraws it.

Your pathetic whines soon turn into eager moans as he sets out to satisfy his thirst.

He kneels between your open legs. For a split second, you feel his heated breath against your damp skin.

Then his mouth claims your womanhood.

He shows no hesitation as he sets out to indulge in your taste.

His tongue slips into you. He laps up your arousal with the vigor of a thirsty beast, and you love every mind numbing second of it. His tongue is soft. His breath only adding to your heat as he pants against you.

He pulls his mouth away only to prevent you from reaching orgasm. A sentiment which only adds to the fog that has made itself at home in your mind.

But he doesn’t keep you waiting for any longer.

When he stands, you can see it. His aroused state has caused his tentacle-like phallus to emerge from its place within his body.

The pretty blue color leaves you absolutely transfixed for a moment.

Only for a moment.

Admittedly you get a bit distracted by the pleasure as he slowly ushers himself inside of you.

You form the first union of the day with the Lunar Deity.

He slides in nice and easy. There is no need for him to take his time. Your body has been made fully receptive of him thanks to the enchanted fruit.

Pleasant jolts rush throughout your body as he rolls his hips against you.

Slow and passionate.

He works his way into your most intimate place.

Though he would clearly prefer to take his time with you, there are still two other Deities eager to partake in the union.

Such is noted by the abrupt arrival of Sun and Eclipse. The two step into your line of sight as your body rocks ever so slightly upon the ritual table.

Eclipse specifically shows his impatience by getting behind his brother.

For a moment it looks as though he might have grown so impatient that he intends to plant himself in the body of the Lunar Deity.

However, instead of doing so, he proceeds to bring his head down to sink his teeth into their neck. Faintly glowing blood spills from the resulting wound on Moon’s throat.

He growls briefly in response to the bite, all the while picking up the pace as he thrusts into you.

Once he picks up the pace, Eclipse takes a moment to lap up the blood spilling from the freshly made bite wound. He then steps away to give his brother the opportunity to properly finish what he’s started.

It certainly doesn’t take him long. Nor does it take him long to push you to your first climax.

He reaches his orgasm in time with you.

You moan pathetically and tremble beneath him as he presses his hips flush against your pelvis. As he plants his seed within you, he goes still.

In doing so he assures that every ounce of Life energy is implanted within your waiting body.

You feel the heat in your core grow more intense as your body absorbs this energy, making you all the more desperate to be held by the next God.

When Moon has fully emptied himself, he withdraws. But he clearly hasn’t been satisfied with just that singular orgasm. Chances are you’ll be knowing his touch again at some point in the very near future.

In the meantime, Sun moves to stand between your legs. You eagerly hold them open, desperate for his touch.

But that first touch is one meant to tease you.

Or at least that’s how you perceive it.

Sun and Eclipse have brought with them a series of objects delivered by Gaia’s servants. One such object is used to fill your freshly used vulva. You aren’t given the chance to see it before Sun proceeds to bury the object inside of you.

A loud whine escapes you as you feel him plug your womanhood. He responds to your protests with a soft, playful smile.

He then brings his fingers to his lips. They’re damp from their brief stay within your body. You shudder from want as you watch him take a moment to indulge in your taste. And the taste of his brother.

“We can’t let it spill~” Sun hums, pulling his fingers away from his mouth after having indulged in the taste of your arousal.

You whine in response to his words.

He’s plugged your freshly used orifice for the sake of trapping Moon’s seed within the confines of your body. To assure that the energy you’ve just been gifted will not spill out of you before the ritual is complete.

He then moves his hand back between your legs.

His slick fingers then proceed to slip inside of you.

Not into your womanhood. His fingers have found their way into your arse.

A startled gasp escapes you as you feel him touching you there. You find yourself so genuinely surprised by the contact that you momentarily forget the heat burning in your abdomen.

“S-Sun?!...” You blurt out, definitely surprised by his course of action.

He responds in turn by bringing his other hand to his face. He presses her finger to his lips as he playfully shushes you.

“Trust me, darling. You’ll want me to have you good and prepared for when Eclipse steps in~” Sun responds. The smile tugging at his lips is a faintly smug one.

A flicker of his gaze is enough to get you to look off to the side. Realization sets in rather quickly.

There is definitely a valid reason for the Solar Deity to be fingering your arse.

Eclipse is not hiding his arousal. Nor is he not hiding the fact that he is a bit more well endowed than his brothers.

Well endowed in the sense that he has an extra phallus emerging from his genital pouch.

Yes. Both of your holes will definitely need to be properly prepared for what is to come. So you don’t argue as Sun proceeds to wriggle his fingers about inside of you.

For as strange as it feels, it's not exactly unpleasant. Just unexpected.

Unexpected is the word that best describes how it feels to have that area of your body worked open.

However, he seems to be struggling. Either from the position or from the lack of natural lubrication in that area.

As such he proceeds to coax you into rolling over.

You go along with him, allowing him to flip you around so that you lay on your stomach. The moss and clover that you lay upon faintly tickles your skin. Particularly your clitoris.

The stimulation is admittedly a bit of a distraction from what’s happening with your arse.

You aren’t distracted by that for long though. The sound of a glass bottle being uncorked catches your attention.

Just as you turn to peek over your shoulder, you watch as Moon proceeds to pour an unknown liquid on your rear.

You gasp at the feel of the cold substance flowing across your skin. Whatever it is, it has a pleasant smell.

Sun uses the peculiar perfume to help better lubricate his fingers as he works your arse open.

While the Solar Deity keeps himself busy in that regard, Eclipse once again shows his impatience. He moves to stand in front of you.

Thanks to his height, his double headed manhood rests a few good inches above eye level.

But that mischievous glint in his eye says it all. He doesn’t even need to give you a command.

All he needs to do is cup your chin with hand to coax you into opening your mouth.

Thankfully he only invades your oral cavern with one of his two phalluses.

Genuinely, you would not have been able to swallow both. Not right away at least.

As Eclipse works his way into your throat, Sun finally decides that your arse has been prepared enough to accept him.

A startled groan escapes you as the Solar Deity begins to press his way into your arse. There’s no pain when he does it. But at this point there’s something snug within all three of your orifices and it's honestly a lot of stimulation.

Sun’s intrusion makes the object plugging your vulva feel larger than it is. You half expect the plug to fall out of you.

Or to be specific, you expect it to be unintentionally pushed out.

But it is not.

This only results in your lower body being left feeling all the more full.

Eclipse withdraws from your throat as Sun sinks into your arse.

Sun withdraws from your arse as Eclipse sinks into your throat.

Back and forth. Back and forth. In and out.

You remain contently trapped between them as they set out to satisfy themselves through the use of your body.

Eclipse supports your head with his hands to make it easier on you as he invades your throat.

Between the lack of air and the undeniable pleasure, your mind has effectively gone blank.

Your eyes water from the overstimulation. Drool dribbles from the side of your mouth as your throat is repeatedly invaded.

What was realistically only a few minutes felt like hours as the Deities worked themselves to climax.

Well, as Sun worked himself to climax.

Eclipse withdraws from your throat before he can spill his seed. Your stomach is not the proper place to deliver the energy that you’re meant to receive.

In theory, neither is your arse. But Sun does not withdraw. He proceeds to fill your backside with his essence.

Your body is thoroughly filled with the energy that he is meant to instill into you. Again, you orgasm in time with him.

Apparently, Gaia’s magic has assured that your peak remains in sync with theirs. The heat in your abdomen only grows more intense as your body absorbs the Life energy you’ve just been given.

With his needs satiated for the time being, Sun withdraws. He steps away to allow Eclipse to take control from there.

You shudder from the pleasure and the anticipation of it all as the four armed Deity walks around to stand behind you. He trails his fingers along your back as he does so, and he chuckles as you arch into his touch.

“Are you ready, Minx~?” Eclipse inquires, his voice leaving him as a sensual purr.

You tremble in response.

Though you want to reply, you cannot find your voice.

Or rather, you cannot properly useyour voice. You try. You try as best as you can to just say “Yes”. But your voice leaves you more as an airy gasp than anything else.

Still, you manage to get the point across well enough.

Eclipse takes hold of your leg to coax you onto your side. Your other leg is tucked between his thighs. He pulls the plug from your vulva to make room for him.

There is no foreplay. There is no hesitation. He simply makes himself comfortable by filling both of your holes with his dual headed manhood.

If your voice was pathetic before, then you have only become more pathetic now.

If you had felt full when Sun and the plug were inside of you at the same time, then you now knew for certain what it meant to be completely and utterly filled.

He makes short work of satisfying himself with your body. He does so easily, given that he had worked himself to the edge through the use of your throat.

With two slick tendrils sliding in and out of your body, the stimulation proves intense enough that he has no trouble making you climax.

He is rough. He is fast. Thanks to his size, he is messy.

The previously deposited seed of his brothers is used as lubricant to make his every thrust easy. You cannot even find it in you to feel bothered by the waste of the precious energy as he causes it to spill from your body with every thrust.

Between the three of them, they will provide more than enough Life energy to assure that Gaia attains what she needs.

You can’t tell if he’s chuckling or growling as he uses you.

Each of his four hands occupy themselves by grasping at your body.

He caresses your breasts. He holds and squeezes your leg. He gropes your arse.

Anything of interest, he goes out of his way to touch. Simply for the sake of enjoying the pleasures of your flesh.

Until at last that final orgasm it met.

The last of the Life energy pumped into your willing but exhausted body. A growl resonates from his chest as he fills you.

You can do nothing but pant and whimper faintly as his manhood twitches faintly from his climax.

You’re plugged once more when he slips out of you, just to prevent more of the precious Life energy from being spilled.

This time, you’re granted a glimpse of the strange items used to plug your lower half. Double-teardrop shaped pieces of wood marked with the symbol of Gaia are inserted into your vulva and your arse.

The shape allows them to slip inside easily. It also prevents the strange wooden items from being lost inside of you.

You can hardly move as the remainder of the ritual is carried out.

With your body filled to the brim with Life energy, the heat has grown so intense that you cannot help but tremble.

Eclipse rolls you onto your back in order to complete the ritual.

He, Sun, and Moon each take turns decorating your body with a special paint. They speak in an ancient, incomprehensible tongue as they mark your body with words that no mortal could ever hope to transcribe.

The paint goes on brown but rapidly shifts to gold with each syllable that works its way past their lips.

Every inch of visible skin is marked by the paint, starting with your limbs and moving towards your center. This carries on until the final symbol has been painted.

When that symbol turns gold and the ancient prayer stops, all of the heat abruptly transitions to pleasure.

A pleasure so intense that it mirrors the pain of childbirth.

A silent sob escapes you as all of the paint swims across your skin on its own accord. Everything pools at your center. The golden paint and the pleasure of the energy within you.

The Deities each place a hand upon your abdomen as the paint draws forth the energy from your body. A near blinding light comes from your core.

As they lift their hands, it's as if they personally pull this light from the confines of your body.

Relief washes over you as you’re freed from the energy that has been trapped within your body.

You go limp upon the ritual table as the Deities complete the ritual.

A sphere of liquid energy remains suspended in the air beneath their open hands. Sun and Moon withdraw their hands, allowing Eclipse to take the lead.

He resumes speaking.

Again, he utters words incapable of being comprehended by the mortal mind. The golden sphere of energy flashes in an array of colors as he speaks.

Every color of the known universe flashes before your eyes for a few brief seconds, before the energy abruptly disperses.

A blinding light flashes before your eyes.

For but a split second, you gaze upon the very essence of creation itself.

For a split second, it is as if you bear witness to the birth of the universe.

When the light fades, everything around you has changed. Gaia’s blood is no longer a pool of blue water. The pool has taken on a soft, golden hue. All of the plants in her heart have become more vibrant. There are more flowers. The flowers bloom more fragrant than before. The air has grown cleaner.

You are left exhausted. Exhausted but reassured that the ritual has been a success.

With the unbearable heat having finally been snuffed out, you are left cold and trembling.

Eclipse picks you up off of the table to take you back to the edge of the pool, where the ceremonial robes still remain.

The feel of his frozen skin only makes you tremble more, but with your exhaustion, you have no choice but to allow him to move you.

He brings you back to the edge of the pool to lay you carefully upon your discarded robe. Sun and Moon each retrieve their robes to cover you up. The cloth provides you with a much needed warmth, making it easier for you to recover.

Having been left so thoroughly exhausted by the ritual, each of the Deities remain with you. They watch over you and protect you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. Nurturing you as you have nurtured the Earth itself through the completion of the ritual.

#x reader #sundrop #moondrop #eclipse #vampire au #not osha approved

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1/2 1/2 Pls talk more about your love triangle au! I’m so in love! Imagine Obi-wan, who has been in love with anakin for years, having to silently suffer as anakin regales him with more reasons why he & padme are perfect for one another. Anakin: “so turns out we have nothing in common, but! 1. Pads has curls! Like me! 2. She does her laundry on Tuesdays! Also like me!! 3. & she doesn’t /hate/ podracing & I love podracing!! SO!! (Or whatever the French 17th equivalent of podracing is).

2/2 Meanwhile Obi-wan: “I’ll keep all my emotions right here (in my poems), and then one day I’ll day 🙂”

Gladly, thank you!!! I'm so glad you're liking it because it's suddenly got a hold of me. I still don't know if I'll write it in its entirety because a) I have so many WIPs and b) it's not a time period I'm super familiar with. I know the broad strokes of 17th century France but I'm struggling with some of the details.

However, I did just write a little snippet from it. The backstory: Celebrated poet Obi-Wan used to be Anakin's tutor but now they are close friends. I toyed with making them the same age but the simple truth is that I'm really into older bearded Obi-Wan. So sue me! Here is the scene where Anakin devises his objectively terrible plan to win Padmé's heart.

Love triangle au (or whatever I'm calling it)

The doors to Obi-Wan’s study bang open in Anakin’s haste and he sighs at the sight that greets him. It’s a beautiful day outside: bright sunlight, flowers in bloom, birdsong whistling among the bustle of the streets.

And yet here is Obi-Wan, as always, hunched over his writing desk in nothing but trousers and a loose linen shirt with his windows shuttered and his eyes fixed on the paper before him.

This cannot stand, not when Anakin needs him so desperately. “Obi-Wan,” Anakin says reproachfully. “I have to talk you.”

“Can it wait?” Obi-Wan asks, scratching at his paper. “I’m nearly done this verse.”

“It cannot,” Anakin declares. “Obi-Wan: I’m in love.”

That has Obi-Wan glancing up from his manuscript. “What?”

Obi-Wan looks shocked, Anakin thinks, or maybe confused. His eyes are wide and very blue and he seems not to notice a bead of ink dripping off the end of his quill to spatter on the paper beneath it.

Anakin can understand the confusion. He’s never shown any particular interest in anyone before. He can acknowledge Aayla’s famous beauty or Rex’s rugged handsomeness but he’s never felt that spark, that warmth and longing and adulation that the poets say comes with romance.

Until now.

“With Padmé Amidala,” Anakin continues, and Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and turns back to his now messy page.

“Yes, Anakin, I remember. You were nine years old. She gave you a blanket and smiled prettily and you thought that was the same thing as—”

“But that’s just it,” Anakin interrupts, perhaps rudely. He cannot find it in himself to mind, not while he’s bursting with love and needs Obi-Wan, his dearest, most beloved friend, to share in it. “She’s back in town!”

Obi-Wan’s quill twitches between his fingers. “Oh?”

“Yes! Her sister is getting married and so the whole Amidala family came to celebrate. I had been training in the yard—”

“That does rather explain the smell.”

“—when I saw her. She looks exactly as I remembered when I was a boy. Like a princess, Obi-Wan, or an angel.” Anakin sighs wistfully and drops down to the soft red rug by Obi-Wan’s feet. “I even got to talk to her.”

Obi-Wan shifts so that his knee is no longer brushing Anakin’s shoulder. “Oh yes? What did you say?”

Anakin twists until he can lean his head against Obi-Wan thigh and peers up at him, upside down. “Well, I introduced myself, again, because she didn’t recognize me at first because of how much I’ve grown.”

Obi-Wan hums and Anakin feels it against his skull. “You are a great deal taller than you were at nine.”

Anakin laughs and smiles up at Obi-Wan. “Thankfully, or else my only sparring partner would be old Master Yoda.”

“You could do worse,” Obi-Wan replies, a smile in his voice.

“But after she realized who I was she very kindly asked about my studies and my training and so I asked her how she had spent the last eleven years and she told me about her family’s travels and how they’d been to the sea and I said I hoped she didn’t get any sand in her belongings because it’s impossible to get rid of, and I should know, and then—”

“And then?”

“Well, she was with her friend who said they really did have to hurry to make their next engagement. So she said her goodbyes and said she hoped we’d see each other again.”

Obi-Wan stares down at him and his eyebrows draw together, causing a funny little crease between the auburn hair. “That’s it?”

Something in Obi-Wan incredulous tone has Anakin huffing, suddenly defensive. “What’s wrong with that?”

“You had a two minute conversation with a woman you knew for a few hours over a decade ago, and on that basis you believe yourself to be in love?”

“Believe? I am in love!”

Obi-Wan scoffs. “I’m sure she’s beautiful. I’m sure she’s elegant. But what about her mind? Her soul? What does she do for fun, Anakin? Do you know her favourite songs? Her favourite poems?”

 “You know I don’t care much for poetry,” Anakin says, bristling. Other than Obi-Wan’s, of course. As a rule he finds the medium too opaque, too layered in hidden meanings that Anakin cannot dream of parsing. “And anyway, what does that matter? I’ll have plenty of time to learn her favourite songs once we’re married.”

“Once you’re—Anakin, you cannot be serious. You’re only a boy.”

“A boy?” Anakin draws away from the warmth of Obi-Wan’s legs to kneel up and face him, outraged. “A boy? I’m twenty years old, Obi-Wan. I’ve seen combat. I’ve seen death. I know what I want, and I want her.”

Obi-Wan swipes a hard across his face and a lock of hair flops down to meet it. “I know, of course you do. I apologize. But Anakin, you can learn these important things during courting, perhaps. Why don’t you arrange to meet Lady Amidala and get to know her. Discover the woman beyond the soothing angel of your childhood.”

Anakin wants to bite back that he doesn’t need to know more about Padmé because she’s already perfect, already the most beautiful, kindest person who has ever lived.

But maybe Obi-Wan has a point. Padmé deserves to be wooed, doesn’t she? If Anakin is going to be her husband he needs to first demonstrate his suitability. They’re soulmates, surely, but there’s propriety to keep in mind, and Padmé is a lady.

“Fine,” Anakin agrees, slumping down. “How do I do that?”

Obi-Wan settles back in his chair. “How do you declare your intention to court her?”

“No, well, yes, but how do I actually woo her? What kinds of things do women like?” Obi-Wan is older and Anakin knows he’s had dalliances before. He knows what it meant when Obi-Wan showed up to their lessons slightly rumpled and smelling of perfume.

He hasn’t noticed that recently but then, Obi-Wan has been rather busy of late, throwing himself into his work. His most recent poem is still the talk of the town, a story of two tragic lovers kept apart by fate.

“How—Anakin, I know I was your tutor for a decade,” Obi-Wan says, frowning down at him. “But this really goes beyond what Master Qui-Gon wanted me to teach you.”

“Please? You’re well-liked,” Anakin says, biting his lip even as he says it. Obi-Wan is universally adored. He’s popular at court, with the other knights, with the servants, even with his rivals. “I just want her to like me.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze softens, just slightly. “I’m sure she does,” he says, and then stares up at the ceiling. “Just…talk to her about your interests. Your beliefs. Ask her about hers. Try to compliment her dress, Lady Amidala is well-known for her bold fashions.”

Anakin tries and fails to remember what she was wearing in the courtyard. He thinks it was blue, maybe? “I can do that.”

“Be personal, but not too personal. Compliment her wit, her beauty, but be sincere. Tell her—I don’t know, tell her why you like her, specifically. Anything you tell her will be fine, as long as it’s honest.”

Anakin cocks his head. “She reminds me of my mother.”

Obi-Wan blinks, once, and then heaves a sigh. “I stand corrected. You absolutely cannot tell her that.”

“I don’t mean it like that,” Anakin whines, falling forward and burying his face in the rough fabric of Obi-Wan’s breeches. “My mother was sick and I was so scared, so alone, and then Padmé was there and she was so beautiful, so shining—”

“Yes, I know, like an angel.” Obi-Wan’s hand tentatively drops down to Anakin’s damp, tangled curls. “Tell her that, then. Without comparing her to your mother.”

Anakin’s brow creases and he pushes back into the gentle pressure of Obi-Wan’s touch. “But I’m not well-spoken like she is,” Anakin complains, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Or like you. I can’t—”

Hang on.

Anakin looks up at Obi-Wan, who is saying something, and thinks. That's an idea, isn't it?

“—romance is about more than pretty words," Obi-Wan is saying, when Anakin bothers to listen again. "It’s about fundamental compatibility, about waking up every morning and looking forward to nothing more than your beloved’s company and their smile, about knowing that you’ve found—” Obi-Wan stops and purses his lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Padmé is clever and well-read,” Anakin says slowly. “She has an eye for beauty.”

“Yes, Anakin, but yours cannot be the—”

“—and an ear for it, I’d wager.” Anakin looks up at Obi-Wan, his mind racing. Obi-Wan is one of the most celebrated poets in the land. His verses win prizes, are quoted amongst the court, are passed around by the other knights who pretend they aren't moved, even as their eyes stream with tears. “She would love a poem dedicated to her,” Anakin finishes, eyeing Obi-Wan’s manuscript meaningfully.

Obi-Wan fails to hide a grimace. “Maybe, but you really have other strengths. Why not…sing to her? You have a lovely voice.”

“No,” Anakin says, shaking his head. “I need your help.”

“I spent ten years trying to teach you how to write, Anakin, I don’t know what you think I could possibly—”

“Not teach me,” Anakin corrects, pressing into Obi-Wan’s space fully now. “Help me. You know I have no talent for pretty words, Obi-Wan, you’ve read my compositions. But if you were to write something, on my behalf, mind, and I could present it to her…” Anakin pauses, lets Obi-Wan process—

Obi-Wan exhales heavily. “I’m not going to help you trick her, Anakin.”

“It wouldn’t be tricking!” Anakin objects. “The sentiment would be true, the compliments, the feeling behind it. Just the actual words would be yours. She’d never need to know but she’d be so impressed, she’d finally see me as the man I am now, as her equal.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says again. “I just don’t think it’s a very good idea.”

It’s the best idea Anakin has ever had. Why can’t Obi-Wan see that? Anakin’s words aren’t clever enough for an angel like Padmé, but Obi-Wan’s? Padmé would have no choice but to be swept off her feet. “Please?” Anakin begs, “haven’t you ever been in love?”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks colour delicately and he averts his eyes. “That isn’t the point.”

“But it is,” Anakin insists, pushing closer until Obi-Wan’s thighs dig into his shoulders and the rug bunches up under his knees. “Remember how you felt then? How you’d do anything for her, how her happiness was the only thing that mattered. That’s how I feel now, that’s why I need you, Obi-Wan.”

“You don’t need me—”

“I do,” Anakin says, solemnly, and then tilts his chin so he’s looking up at Obi-Wan through his eyelashes, begging with his eyes like he did when he was a boy and he wanted Obi-Wan to let him do his lessons outside.

Maybe Obi-Wan’s thinking of those days too because his eyes go soft and hazy. “Anakin,” he says, like the repetition of his name alone will convince him of his folly. “It’s unwise.”

“Just one or two poems,” Anakin pleads, letting his eyes go big and sad, letting his lips settle into a pout. “Just to break the ice with her. I promise that’s it, just a few. You’d make me incomparably happy, Obi-Wan, if you’d lend me your gifts. I’d be forever in your debt, if you were the cause of my everlasting bliss.”

“Anakin—”

“Please,” Anakin says once more, desperately. “For me.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter shut and his hand drifts to Anakin’s forearm. “Fine,” he breathes. “Fine. But just a couple. Just until you—”

But Anakin doesn’t wait to hear the end of that sentence. He scrambles up from the floor and throws himself into Obi-Wan’s chair, which rocks back on two legs for a moment before settling down with a creak under their combined weight.

“Thank you,” Anakin says, nuzzling against Obi-Wan’s scratchy beard. “Thank you so much, Obi-Wan. You’re such a good friend, such a good man. I just know this is going to go perfectly.”

Obi-Wan’s hands settle against Anakin’s waist and he sighs into Anakin’s messy hair. “I’m glad you think so,” he says, resignation in his voice. “I, for one, have a bad feeling about this.”

#asks #anon #obikin #love circuit au #or love triangle #or off-brand cyrano #what was courting like in 17th century france? #that's for someone much smarter than me to know #i'm here to torture obi-wan psychologically for a bit #also i haven't decided if padmé is sleeping with sabé (the friend) #or if she's just too busy trying to make reforms at court to have time for anakin and his nonsense #i don't want her to be interested back because i am a baby about unrequited love #i'm not going to hurt padmé like that she deserves better #also sorry about the star wars quote i couldn't help myself #i'm weak

[thefanciestborrower]

Question time?? Say no more. (Sorry this got a little bit long, my curiosity cannot be contained!)

1. Are most of the other guys on James’ football team also “mini giants?” I feel as if perhaps going up against a team of players less than half your size would be just a liiittle bit of an unfair advantage xD

And by extension, do they also have buddies they eat sometimes? Like is that a fairly normal things amongst the general minigiant student populous?

2. You may have answered this one before, but what is the ratio of mini giants to humans in your world? Like, is it mostly 50/50 where Ben and James live?

3. This one is just silly but I’m SO curious… just how many followers does Ben have on his social media?? Is he like, an influencer? Are we talking, like, small community following or verified Twitter user popular? Does Ben make James do dumb tiktok trends with him? Have any videos of James’ insides gone VIRAL??? I have to know what these posts of his entail.

I am imagining a “JAMES HELP I HAVE 30 SECONDS LEFT FOR MY BEREAL PLEASE EAT ME” situation isn’t all too uncommon xD

Obviously I’m also interested in reading about how these two met and how their whole munchy situation came about, but I’m sure there’ll be more about that in your backstory explanation. I know I’ve said it before, but I can tell how much thought and love you’ve put into these characters and their dynamic, and it absolutely shows! Makes me want to make my own OCs after 7 or so odd years of not dabbling in such things… perhaps one day.

Do NOT be sorry I am delighted to have so many questions to answer let’s goooo!

1. Are most of the other guys on James’ football team also “mini giants?” I feel as if perhaps going up against a team of players less than half your size would be just a liiittle bit of an unfair advantage xD 

And by extension, do they also have buddies they eat sometimes? Like is that a fairly normal things amongst the general minigiant student populous? 

Sports teams in general are pretty much always going to be separated by species, because like you said, it’s not exactly fair if you end up going against a player twice your size lmao. There are some sports like cheer where you can have mixed species groups, but for physically competitive sports they’re gonna be separated. In James’s case his team is made entirely of other mini giants, but their school is big enough to have a human team as well. Having two teams is a pretty common solution, especially for larger college/high schools and professional teams, but there are occasions where a school will have only one team if the ratio of humans giants is pretty uneven. Teams will only play against other teams made up of the same species, which sometimes means one school can have two main rivals so that’s kinda fun. 

And yeah it is pretty common for a mini giant to have a human friend they eat regularly! See, mini giants naturally crave humans because ages ago, they would have actually been a natural part of their diet. Now of course that’s, that’s super illegal, so eating a close friend or partner safely helps calm that instinct down. Plus it’s also a common gesture of affection. Most all mini giants do it, but it’s *really* popular and common among students like Ben and James cause I mean, idiot teens are gonna be idiot teens no matter what species they are lmao. James’s football buddies are especially bad about it lol and like to have competitions to see who can eat the most people at once. Despite how embarrassing he personally finds such games, James is actually the long time holder of second place in this competition! It comes from Ben stuffing him with his own friends for movie and social media purposes lol

2. You may have answered this one before, but what is the ratio of mini giants to humans in your world? Like, is it mostly 50/50 where Ben and James live?

Ratio wise I think humans make up like, a little less than 2/3s of the general population? Mini giants aren’t quite as common as humans, but I think the population is about close to even. The area where Ben and James live is pretty well split down the middle, with maybe a few more humans on average than giants. James is actually from a more isolated area where there were very few humans at all, and only moved to where he lives now a few years ago. It was jarring for sure and he’s still getting used to the fact there are so many people half his size just, around. Not to mention he finds it amazing that he can just eat someone in public so casually and no one else will bat an eye. 

3. This one is just silly but I’m SO curious… just how many followers does Ben have on his social media?? Is he like, an influencer? Are we talking, like, small community following or verified Twitter user popular? Does Ben make James do dumb tiktok trends with him? Have any videos of James’ insides gone VIRAL??? I have to know what these posts of his entail.

I am imagining a “JAMES HELP I HAVE 30 SECONDS LEFT FOR MY BEREAL PLEASE EAT ME” situation isn’t all too uncommon xD

No no you don’t understand this is actually the BEST thing I have EVER been asked oh my gosh. So the thing about Ben is he’s incredibly popular not because he’s trying to be, but because he’s just genuinely clever and funny. I’m not entirely sure how many followers he’s got, but it’s definitely a lot.  My man is a tiktok KING and his content can nine times out of ten be found in one of those ‘tiktoks that have vine energy’ compilations. He does skits, vine recreations, pranks, and loads of other nonsense. Poor James almost always ends up getting roped into any number of dumb trends and he actually enjoys being silly with Ben, even if he pretends to be embarrassed. And yes, a few videos featuring James’s insides have gone absolutely viral and poor James is mortified by it haha. It’s not like you can tell it’s his insides really...but everyone just knows. And I’ll have you know I’m absolutely WHEEZING at the thought of Ben begging James to eat him for his BeReal like no Ben that’s not the point of the app you can’t just-oh too late he’s got his head shoved in James’s mouth now. 

As of right now I’m working hard on writing them a nice fleshed out backstory, but I can tell you they have a pretty chaotic sort of meeting because of course. Gosh though hearing how much you like them really means so much to me! I always worry when I post oc content that no one will interact with it or that my characters aren’t as good as other people’s, so every ask and reblog and comment I get about and on stuff involving Ben and James means the actual world to me. Please please please keep sending in questions if you’ve got them!!  

And dude honestly if you were to ever make your own ocs I would absolutely devour them (pun intended lol)

#bless you Kate bless you #beautiful asks about my characters like this are the major reason I made a tumblr in the first place actually #kept seeing all these amazing characters other people were sharing on the internet and went ‘I wanna do that!’ #so y’all really are making my dream come true with these interactions :) #and detailed asks like this help me so much with world building you have no idea oh my gosh #anyways gonna be grinning from ear to ear about this ask for the next week now help #soft vore #safe vore #half size vore #ask #novorehere #oc ben #oc james

[bisexualafbuck]

my issue with this whole "if one of them was female" argument is that it practically says that we cannot watch any meaningful deep relationships between men and women at all because they *must* lead to romance and sex in a narrative (else it is automatically judged as "bad writing" or what... "heterobaiting"?) 🤡 i have to deal with that as a bisexual irl already and it's just... sad. that we cannot acknowledge that some people love each other deeply and platonically, and that this is not inferior to a romantic relationship. we see not a single hint that eddie or buck are bisexual, even at points where they could have explicitly shown it (e. g., zero jealousy toward love interests, no hesitation to date somebody else cuz they do not "waiting for the other", eddie actively looking for a date and not a single time was he looking at any man like he's seriously into that option), so it's a fandom issue only at this point imo. especially because we have canon queer relationships in 911, and we have a very well-loved big canon gay ship in 911 LS, so why would they be afraid to canonize buddie? i swear more people should watch Elementary for sherlock and joan. a beautiful, deep, special relationship. they would die and kill for each other, they openly say they love each other, they live together, sherlock will inevitably be there an important figure for joan's son... and they are both very hetero, and it's still 100% platonic. i have not seen a friendship like buddie on screen yet either! we see a lot of bromance but it's usually just a regular friendship, often with two hetero men that do not really open up to each other *because they are hetero* so they must have a romantic partner for the emotional parts. because of toxic male standards for how close men are allowed to be to each other emotionally. and now we finally have smth that is so beautiful, and i see nobody simply appreciating it for what it is right now... maybe they will someday give these two a sexual crisis, maybe someday buddie will be canon! or maybe not. maybe they will always be best friends who really allow themselves to have each other's backs. but this perpetual disappointment and unhappiness of the fandom is so sad to me. buddie is and has been and will remain an amazing dynamic!

So I'm an ace/aro bisexual, so like your point of friendships not needing to turn romantic, I totally get, but I do actually think that a lot of the thing shown in the show are really easy to see as romantic, and I don't think it is actually that much of a jump to see that it's not just friendship. And I'm saying this as someone who hates couples being forced, or people perpetuating the idea that you have to be in a relationship to be happy.

Also I think the argument that you haven't seen friendships shown like this (i.e. are only ever either very cold, or turned romantic) is a very common argument against gay couples used all the time, so it kinda rubs me the wrong way, when there are so many examples of amazing male friendships done so well, and male friendships being emotional is becoming more common too. You can advocate for more male friendships like that without putting down ships of two men together, or people being upset about the missing opportunies for them to be canon, in my opinion. Also I don't only think people ship them because they connect emotionally, I think they just genuinely have romantic chemistry that makes it easy to ship.

It is totally okay if you don't see Buddie as romantic, and I think so many people do really appreciate their friendship as it is, so I'm not sure if maybe you interpet it all in a people shipping buddie romantically lense/only see that on your feed etc, but I defininitely see so much support for just the friendship.

I think the problem is that they force the straight relationships so much when they don't make sense for the character development. It makes it harder to accept the lack of Buddie when they aren't providing an alternative with any depth to it, so all people really can see is the potential of Buddie. Like putting them with the love interests from the end of season 6, when they actively go against the previous character development, no wonder people are upset at that. And it's easy to be upset at that and link it to being upset about Buddie.

Also, I genuinely do believe with the fan support and where the storyline has gone that they would have been made a couple if they were hetero. I think the reason why them being both male has prevented it, is because that wasn't the intention from the start, and while it is a progressive show, I think it's harder to turn two "hot straight men" into a gay/bisexual etc etc couple in the middle of the show, rather than what lonestar did with having them together from the start.

I do agree however, that there is a portion of the fandom that can't be happy with anything in their friendship until its canon, which is very sad, because even if they don't go canon, it's an amazing relationship that should be loved as is too.

At the end of the day, if you love them platonic then I'm really happy for you, but I think its not unjustified to point out the difference in how their relationship is treated compared to hetero ones.

I wrote this really quickly while doing an assignment so if any of my points dont make sense, blame my university brain lol

[flameohotwife]

As a writer of mixed race can you talk a little bit about why you feel there are so few stories that deal with the fact that Aang and Katara are in an interracial relationship? The blending of cultures of the Water Tribe and the Air Nation/Nomads doesn't seem to be an easy one judging by how in the Kyoshi book it was mentioned that Air Nomads didn't often travel to the Water Tribes. Someone told me that it didn't matter because Aang didn't go to school with girls so he didn't really have a frame of reference for Water Tribe girls being any different than Air Nomad girls but that doesn't really make sense to me. Is it because he's the Avatar and since he can bend all the elements he's considered an honorary Water Tribe/Earth Kingdom/Fire Nation resident?

Hi anon! It seems like you’re asking a few different questions here, so I’ll try to address them all as best I can. If I misinterpreted anything please feel free to reach out and correct me. It’s been a long day and my brain is kinda frazzled haha. Also this got long so continuing under a cut…

1. Why are there so few fics that deal with Aang and katara being in an interracial relationship? Well, anon, honestly I think it’s kind of a difficult topic to tackle, especially if someone doesn’t come from a mixed-race background or hasn’t been in a serious interracial relationship themselves. It’s one thing to casually date someone from another culture or have friends from different cultures but once you’re in a long term relationship you start having to make sacrifices and big decisions about how you’re going to live your life as a couple/family. Which traditions are the most important? Which things will you do together and which things will you do on your own? How will you involve your children? There are no right answers, it’s just what works best for you, your partner, and your family. And it might change over time. I’ve thought about writing a fic about this but also I’m more interested in exploring it from the cloud-babies’ perspective as a mixed kid myself. Because my own racial identity has been complicated and heavy at times and I cannot even imagine throwing in multiple near-complete genocides into that mix.

2. Is the blending of Air Nomads and Water Tribes as difficult as it sounds in the Kyoshi novels? I have not yet read the Kyoshi novels (though they’ve been sitting beside my bed since Christmas), so I’m not sure! I will say that the fact that so much of Water Tribe culture revolves around hunting and meat and animal skins is probably difficult for many Air Nomads to get around, as would the Air Nomads’ pacifism and detachment from even their own children be big obstacles for someone from the Water Tribes. It seems pretty rare in the avatar (AtLA-era) world for mixed race couples to exist anyway, though. I imagine after the war, and especially after the founding of republic city, with Aang and Katara (and Sokka and Suki) as examples, this would become more accepted. Still probably not very common, and they still probably faced a lot of adversity… but more accepted than it would have been during the war.

3. Did Aang have any frame of reference for WT girls being different from AN girls since he didn’t grow up with them? Uh… I think the person who told you that is forgetting a really important thing that I addressed in the previous two questions. It’s not about the girls being different, it would be about culture shock/clash and deciding what things are most important to you in a relationship. Aang might not have known a lot of air nomad girls that well (or maybe he did! Canon doesn’t say one way or the other!) but he did know his own culture. He did visit the Eastern Air Temple at least once to pick out his bison, and he would have been aware of their customs. Not only that, but once he masters the avatar state, he has endless female air nomad avatars to ask. So whether or not he had a frame of reference at 12 for what was “normal” for girls in his culture (and I think he had a pretty good idea), that really has no bearing on how kataang’s relationship pans out, because they are still going to feel those culture clashes every once in a while and have to make those decisions for themselves. And this isn’t a bad thing—mixed relationships are NOT bad! This shows how much they love each other and are devoted to the other that they would each sacrifice things to be together. Their different cultures absolutely matter a great deal.

4. Do their different cultures not matter because Aang is an “honorary member” of each nation as the avatar? Just because Aang can bend all the elements does not mean he comes from each of those cultures. He was still definitely raised as an Air Nomad and is an Air Nomad avatar. His culture is still very dear to him, not just because he is the last surviving member, but certainly that weighs heavily on him throughout the series as he decides how to proceed. How to keep living. So while each of the nations may accept the Avatar as one of their own (or not, I really don’t think ozai would have felt that way about Aang), and Aang can respect each culture in its own right, Aang is still an Air Nomad. Having a relationship with someone outside his culture (which is obviously necessary in at least some way—even if he had chosen to be with an air acolyte they still would have been raised in a different culture and it would have involved some level of culture clash even if they mostly or entirely accepted his culture as their own) is going to be a struggle on some level. BUT obviously both he and Katara decide it is worth the struggle. Because they love each other that much.

*I will also add here that I personally do not feel qualified to write on the cultures that inspired the Water Tribes and Air Nomads with the depth necessary to explore something like this. It would require an intense amount of research and Im honestly not sure it’s something I can handle. This is what has kept me from writing the cloudbaby fic as well. And the birth fic I want to write. Even if I tried my best to be respectful it would still feel appropriative and I would be afraid of accidentally offending someone. Perhaps that is what keeps other authors from writing fics about this, too. I am still hoping to get something written for the cloudbaby fic because I think their mixed-ness *needs* to be explored more in fic (AND CANON but that’s a different story), but it’s going to be a while I think.

Thanks for the ask, anon! Sorry this got so long! I hope this answer is helpful ❤️

#anon #asks #kataang #interracial relationships #interracial kataang

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Dumb D-Type Doings

Recently it has started to feel like some behaviors that are simply not nice, kind, or appropriate are somehow being passed off as acceptable behavior by dominants all over the kinky internet. So I am going to try to express some of these things as tenderly as I can but most likely these will not smell like cotton candy and rainbows, especially to the proprietors of this malarkey. So it is time to try to be nice right up until it is time to not be nice.

Do not assume that because a submissive is here on a lifestyle site or active in any online discussion group that they are single and looking. Just like many d-types, they can be in an amazing relationship and active online to learn, share, and enjoy a conversation. A person’s relationship status is their private information which they may or may not choose to share with everyone.

Should a d-type begin to get to know a submissive and has a romantic interest only to find out that the s-type is happy in a relationship, please do not use the line “do not think of me as a dominant, think of me as a guide”. This is subtly asking the submissive to cheat, it is not polite, the submissive will understand what is meant, and makes the d-type look like a twattwaffle which trust me is not a good look.

There is no special gold star for you openly cheating, on the down-low, or discreet d-types. Telling the world that you are in a committed relationship but unhappy because of the lack of anything does not get you extra stars at Starbucks on Thursdays. Poly does not mean your partner does not know you are seeking an additional partner(s) because poly is ethical and, gasp, honest. This means that in a poly relationship everyone knows about the other partners/relationships. So dishonest dominants that secretly boss a submissive around via text while their spouse and kids boss them around will have your secret discovered by both the submissive and partner leaving them without both. Fix your existing relationship or move on from it before pursuing another relationship or you will be left with nothing but ashes all around.

Tites are earned by your actions. For the love of Pete, stop demanding to be called sir, daddy, or master, unless master is short for being a world champion one-handed typist because of your masturbation habit. By the way master masturbator, your penis has turned orange from all the Cheetos you eat while spanking your monkey. A bath coupled with a change in diet and maybe a ‘cage’ for your baloney pony should take care of your amber anaconda affliction.

Be friendly and not creepy when engaging in a conversation with someone new. Try getting to know who someone is as a person rather than what they are into. Additionally, if a d-type has unique or darker fetishes that are not ‘common’, leading with those will only make a submissive feel uneasy/squeamish, even if they might have similar thoughts when the conversation opens with them.

No dominant, no matter how amazing, can make someone into a submissive, switch, slave, or even a fellow d-type. People can not be forced into something they are not and no matter how amazing a d-type thinks they are, they cannot create, conjure up, or convince someone to become something they are not.

This one goes out to the male dominants. Stop trying to force or push the issue with a female submissive and their sexuality. What I mean here is stop with the “I know you are secretly bisexual” or “I know you want to be with a woman” so the male can have that three-way they have fantasied and wanked themselves silly for years.

Dominants, stop assuming that a submissive’s blog contents show what they want to do with you or that they somehow want you. Just because a submissive shares nude or nearly naked photos of themselves on their blog or profile, it does not mean they want to have sex with you. More than likely, they are confident, body-positive, and possibly an exhibitionist but it does not mean they want to bow-chicka-wow-wow with a random d-type from the internet. The same for if a submissive shares erotic gifs, stories, or memes. These do not mean they want to do this in real life, it could be a fantasy or something they just found visually appealing but it does not mean it is on their to-do list or has done list.

Lastly, remember the gosh darn golden rule when you talk with someone online. Treat everyone, with kindness and respect because good conversation can lead to making a good friend, and love is friendship set on fire but todger selfies and rudeness will never create friendship or the fire of love.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

[lifegetslifeyasfuck]

Relationships: "When you know you know"

Relationships. A topic that arouses people all across the world. I can't speak for anyone else. But for me, relationships have been nothing more than a mess. Cut off engagements, Men who were in and out of prison, and the best of them all: Coming home just to find my partners things moved out of our apartment.. The list goes on and on. For the last year I spent time reflecting on myself and I realized something. I was so pissed off at these men for leaving, that I couldn't see, I was the common denominator in all of those situations and clearly my picker was/is broken. But, is it all me? Or is there a bigger picture here?

Relationships are defined as: The way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected, or the state of being connected. So all in all a relationship could be as simple as the relationship with your favorite pen. Or your favorite pair of underwear. But, how do you know it's the right one? What makes that object or person the perfect fit for you? I mean the pair of underwear someone loves may be the pair that is always the last pair left in my drawer until it's laundry day. That is what is so intriguing about relationships. It is different for everyone and there is no correct answer. I have heard "when you know, you know" my whole life. There has been quite a few times that I thought I knew. But here I am, single.

Then the question popped into my head. How the hell do people make long distance work? How do they know that this person is worth waiting for? and how did they know that they fit? I know this is a very controversial topic so, I brought it up to a few friends of mine. The general consensus was, 50/50 chance. You make it or you don't. The first three friends I asked were the ones who were actually in long distance relationships and none of them worked out. Of course I had to ask them, "in your opinion, how would one be able to make this work?" As I expected they all told me the same things, Open communication, trust, compromise, making time to see each other and clear boundaries.

None of them recommended this method of dating so the only question I had left is why? Well the obvious reasons, sex, cuddles, a shoulder to cry on, getting flowers, dates and whatever else that is no longer easily accessible. But there was one answer that stuck out to me the most "Personally, I wouldn't really be interested in being in a long distance relationship unless I really loved the person and there was a clear end in sight."

And that's just it. Everyone wants to feel comfortable, warm and sure of a relationship. Whether it is romantic or platonic. So in the romance realm: what are relationships supposed to look like? Is it supposed to be like romantic movies like when Noah and Allie see each other for the first time after years and share that epic kiss in the rain? Or is it just supposed to be comfort and making sure your life is on the path to success? Relationships are the cover to our book. I mean we will use the paperback because it gets the job done but if you had to chose, would it be the hard cover or the paperback?

I was intrigued by the topic of long distance because I cannot think of one person that I have been with that I would've trusted or willingly gave up my sex life for, just in hopes to hold that title that we all secretly crave. But, what I found out today is there really is no right answer to any of my questions. Sorry to disappoint. I am definitely the last person to give relationship advice. However, I like to believe I don't have a choice in who my person is. There are people who were destined for one another. I see so many people my age on social media who found their Noah, their prince charming so, it's possible. There is someone out there for me too. I can continue to complicate the question, "How do you know if they are the one?" or I can simply stop looking and wait to know the feeling of just knowing. At the end of the day hardback cover or paperback? As long as I get to read the book that I was meant to read, I'm good.

#naiomirose #blog post #tumblr blog #relationship #romance #random thoughts #long distance dating #when you know you know #relatable

[queerprayers]

Please pray for me. I’ve been living in a foreign country for the last three years, and I want to start going to church again but I don’t know if there are any churches that offer services in my native languages and follow the same doctrine I do. (I have a lot of trauma from being raised evangelical and I would prefer to not go back to that.)

Also, I’m struggling with following daily prayers and if I even deserve to be a Christian anymore because I’ve had an abortion am currently in a serious relationship with an agnostic person.

I also want to start veiling daily in a Christian way, but I’m not sure if there are any examples I can follow. If you have any sources in the subject that you could share, I’d really appreciate it.

Sorry that this was a lot. >.<

No apologies necessary, beloved. You have a lot going on, and that's okay. Thank you so much for sharing.

You've been in my prayers and I do hope that you've found a church that you're comfortable being a part of. Balancing language and belief and baggage takes courage and standing up for yourself, and it might take some time to decide on things you might have to go without, and whether you feel safe and fulfilled in a community.

Good news: there is no "deserving" when it comes to participating in the Christian tradition! None of us could be Christian if we had to be perfect, and one of the main tenets of Christianity is about welcoming and forgiveness. God loves you and wants you here, whether you or others believe you deserve it.

I'm sorry prayer is a struggle for you—it is for many of us, but perhaps it helps to know that there are no requirements. Prayer is good for us and pleases God, and we should do it as often as we can, but there isn't like a weekly quota we have to fulfill. However often you approach prayer, it is there for you. If we surround our practice with guilt about how much better it could be, we often end up discouraging ourselves, because now prayer is associated with guilt and failure! May God help you let those feelings go.

I promise you that whatever your tradition's/personal beliefs about abortion are, you are whole, and forgiven for any choices you regret. Whether you had one because of fear, or safety, or circumstance, or even convenience, you have a future, and you are welcome. There is nothing that you cannot come back from. I hope you had a safe experience when you made that choice (I hope it was fully your choice in the first place), and good medical care, and people with you then and now that can empathize and relate—these are all things you deserve, always, regardless.

I'm not sure what your tradition/denomination teaches about interfaith (or similar) relationships, but personally I fully support them. If you love this person, respect their beliefs, and are strong in your own, there is no reason your relationship cannot thrive and honor God. Also, I would point out that "agnostic" does not equal unfaithful or apart from God—you obviously know better than I what your partner's faith is like, but I know many agnostic people who are close to God (or whatever name they use for Them) and find a lot of love and holiness in the world. We all have our own journeys, and we can honor each other's paths without denying God or abandoning our faith—in fact, we are called to do so. And again, whatever you believe about it, it doesn't make you undeserving of a full place at God's table. Loving another is fulfillment of the law.

I don't know much about veiling but it's a really interesting topic, and very common around the world! It seems like Christian head covering traditions come from 1 Corinthians, where Paul advises women to cover their heads during worship. Because of the gendered nature of the tradition, it can be practiced in very harmful and also very empowering ways. It can be a situation of control and shame, and also of bodily autonomy, privacy, and a public affirmation/physical symbol of faith. It's also interesting to note that Paul's command is not about modesty at all—it's about prayer.

Searching "Christian veiling" on YouTube and TikTok produces a lot of results, and the Wikipedia page taught me a lot!

Here are a couple of resources I found: My Personal Story and the History, Significance, and Biblical Basis for Women's Head Coverings in Church (check out that whole website!) and Beneath the Veil: How Unusual Practice Become Beloved Prayer

There are many many people who veil, and I wish you fulfillment in your journey! I'm in your corner, and I pray that in time you can see your own value and how much God welcomes you and those you love, no matter what.

<3 Johanna

#asks #prayer requests #abortion mention #sorry to recommend tiktok lol i'm not on it anymore but I saw some cool people on there who veil #not recommending you join. but if you're already on there then give it a search!