Hiii, I just wanted to say I really enjoy your writing! I also wanted to check up on you I hope everything is ok! I hope you have it had a great day! Can’t wait to keep reading your work, I really enjoy “ Enchanted To Meet You” amongst others !
omg sweet anon hii!!! 🥰😭 this is so incredibly kind? thoughtful?? caring??? i m super soft???? 💗 my day so far was good but you have made it excellent 😚 its truly never not flattering & i ll never be used to getting compliments like this. i always try really hard to only put out works i am proud of, that i v edited & proof read a zillion times but ofc over the years that style has changed. but still to hear such high praise for what is my first story on tumblr !! means the world !!
i am currently writing the new etmy chapter along with editing the old ones. i hope u stick around to read what comes next for it and anything else i post.
happy new year noonie ❤️✨ i hope this year brings you the best of love, luck & joy 🥰 i hope u are around on this blog in 2024 too 💜 love you loads!
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hii idk if request r open but what abt rafe going down on u after just getting his buzzcut and u try pulling his hair but u cant so u start whining abt it and get a little teary eyed cuz u love his hair n then he promises to grow it back for u🥹☝🏼
you try to sit up for a moment, but rafe's still having his way between your legs, so you end up thudding back down against his sheets, a stray moan leaving your mouth.
you do what you always do—run your fingers through rafe's hair and try to push him closer, or sometimes further away when it's getting to be too much, even though you're not nearly strong enough to actually do so, but today your fingers fall short. they're searching for what they usually find but are being greeted by nothing but the short hairs of rafe's new buzzcut.
you flop against the sheet, trying your hardest to shut your legs.
"rafe-" you get out, and he takes it as a sign to keep going, to go harder. you let out another moan but are determined to get him to listen, closing your thighs around his head. he finally looks up, mad that you're trying to get him to stop, eyes blown with lust, mouth wet with your juices. you bite your cheek, wondering why you would ever make him stop when he's like this.
"what? m'busy."
"this isn't the same."
rafe looks back down at your pussy, and then back up at you.
"looks the same to me."
"no, rafe, your hair. this isn't the same. it's no fun now," you whine, face twisting into a sad pout—really, you are sad. you think sadly for a moment there's nothing you like more than rafe's long hair.
"no fun? really?" rafe pushes in two fingers to your wet hole suddenly, making you gasp and clench around him. "she's having fun. i can tell. look how fuckin' wet you are."
"i-um, oh-" rafe adds a third finger, pushing in and out of you quickly. you can't stay still, head tipping back, noises spilling out. rafe mocks your moans.
"no fun. shut up."
he makes you cum twice like that, probably just to punish you for even acting up. you take it without a complaint after that. later that night, when you're about to fall asleep, you feel the soft press of his lips on your forehead.
"it'll grow back, kid, don't worry."
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My name is [BRUTUS] and my name means [HEAVY]
so with a [HEAVY] heart I'll guide this dagger
Into the heart of my enemy
Something about having absolutely no choice in who you marry. About being literally forced by the law to spill blood - to accept this stranger as your husband over a man you truly care for or accept the fact that the man you love might die because you put him in danger. Something about risking becoming the wife of a man you've never even seen before a few minutes prior because you know anything would be better than putting your beloved in harm's way. Something about the trust inherent in that decision and in the way she speaks of it after.
Truthfully, T'Pring doesn't know the captain and she doesn't know Spock. Either one of them could have taken her as their wife but she does know Stonn. She knows that Stonn will remain by her side no matter what. They made a plan together. They have an agreement which T'Pring believes will be upheld even though the plan changed with the arrival of Kirk. Stonn will always be there, always, and Stonn will be hers.
Something about the language used around T'Pring: Ownership, subservience, non-personhood. T'Pring is an object that Spock can win. She cannot reject him, she has no say in the matter other than having Stonn 'claim' her instead. Even when Spock leaves after being very clearly rejected by T'Pring he says "Stonn, she is yours." as if despite her clear rejection he still owns her and is must formally 'give' her to Stonn. But the language T'Pring uses around Stonn is a break from that: "There was Stonn who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him."
Stonn who wanted very much to be HER consort and she WANTED him. The language here is very particular - It's not, for example: "Stonn wanted me to be his wife" - he is HERS. And she WANTS him. There's a mutual affection there and a strong trust - a trust which seems to be well founded since Stonn (though silent) stands by her side at the end of the episode. <- That might seem small but if Spock would reject her for 'daring to challenge' (again, the language is not 'because I don't want you' but more of an implied disgust at her having the AUDACITY to reject him) then it's not a stretch to assume that it'd be considered an insult in the TOS Vulcan society to NOT choose Stonn as her champion after a prior agreement.
Anyway T'Pring was a woman in an impossible situation within a society which saw her as more of an object than a person and she wanted Stonn and Stonn wanted to be hers and she trusted that he would understand if she had to publicly pick someone else to ensure his life would be spared and he did understand.
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I just think a lot about Ifrit and how she’s a survivor, and she’s silly and rambunctious and vivacious but she is also incredibly responsible and attentive when the situation calls for it. Talking about how she planned to apply to become an elite operator once she turned eighteen? Because of course she would. She idolizes Silence for her compassion and straightforward logic and she idolizes Saria for her strength and loyalty. She has her own ruthless streak that makes her, I imagine, a pretty terrifying enemy in battle even beyond her sarkaz fire magic.
I think about how little Ifrit was concerned with Parvis in Lone Trail. I still don’t know how I feel about that. Vengeance has been on her mind a while, even if Silence needed her in the moment I think she would have been a bit more concerned about the monster that made her. Rosmontis got her confrontation with Loken after all. Maybe Ifrit has healed. Maybe she never let herself heal. Maybe there was more at stake and she shoved her own feelings to the side.
I don’t really have a point to make. She’s a sick kid. She knows she’s on borrowed time. She’s gonna go down kicking and screaming anyway.
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