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[tarotwithavi]

Random messages for you from your future lover/future spouse

18+ messages in some piles

How to choose a pile?

Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Kindly ask your spirit guides to show you the right pile for yourself and then open your eyes. Whichever pile catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

"I want to bite your neck and leave my mark there"

"I love the way you walk"

"you look absolutely gorgeous from behind"

"God really took his sweet time creating the masterpiece in front of me"

"I want to worship every part of your body"

"all the lonely nights were worth waiting for you"

"In your arms, I have found my home."

"With you, love is not just a destination but a beautiful journey"

"I will buy you every book you like, but there's a price you must pay"

"In a world of billions, you're the only that makes time stand still"

"The darkness inside me is really to consume you, however I am scared of the consequences"

"If you had any idea about what I want to do to you, you wouldn't be standing here challenging me"

"I want to know everything about you, your likes, dislikes, what makes you happy, what makes you sad, every fucking thing"

"Your whispered desires set my soul on fire"

Pile 2

"You think you can run away from me love?"

"I crave you, I desire you, I want you. In. every. way."

"I love the way you look right now. You don't need to change anything"

"You're flawless. People who find flaws in you are blind"

"tie your hair up. Show me your neck"

"Your presence lights up my darkest night"

"You can literally sell me poison and I will buy that in gallons from you"

"Your acne scars correspond to the craters on the moon. They make you even more beautiful to me"

"You look so f-able in my hoodie"

"You can be my black cat and I can be your golden retriever"

"I will never force my beliefs on you"

"You look magical in that dress"

"I don't want other guys to be close to you, to touch you, I know it's selfish but it's something I can't help but feel. You make you go crazy over you"

"You're like a Siren, alluring me with your voice, enchanting me with your appearance and making me want to do things that are not so pure"

Pile 3

"You are so pure so innocent. I feel like I will taint you with my darkness"

"Some things are better as secrets"

"Do. Not. Provoke Me. You'll not be able to handle it"

"I am not that type of person who dreams of getting married on the first date. But something about makes me feel I should wife you up, like right now.

"I want to see a mini you or/and mini merunning around in our house"

"Do you mind if I ruin your lipstick right now?"

"can you see hearts floating around above my head? No? *Gets heart shaped balloons from God knows where, puts them above their head* Can you see them now?

"With you, even the simplest moments become cherished memories"

"I crave the taste of your lips and the touch of your skin, you are my sweetest addiction"

"With you, time flies by like a shooting star, leaving behind a trail of cherished memories"

"Don't leave me. I have loved you too much to be separated from you.

"You make flowers bloom in my heart just from the thought of you"

Pile 4

"I will work hard for you. I will work hard for us"

"To be honest I will let you step on me"

"Our future is so bright together mama"

"In your arms, time loses its meaning, and all that matters is our love."

"How long do you want me to wait for you? 1 month? 6 months? 1 year? 5 years? A decade? I will wait for you if it means that I can be with you even for a minute"

"I will never judge you for your past. We all make mistakes and it's fine. As long as you don't repeat the same mistake"

"You feel like chopping off your hair? Go ahead, do it. I bet on my left nut you will look good in every hairstyle"

"What makes you think that I wouldn't eat your snacks? Am I not human? Or Do I not have taste buds"

"In the heat of our passion, time fades away, leaving only the intoxicating blend of our souls"

"Your touch ignites a fire within me, and I crave the taste of your lips on mine"

"Baby I am preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive"

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[guiltyreverie]

Lollipops and cigarettes

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Content tags: established friends, slytherin!reader, no angst (i deserve a medal for this lmao)

Warning: mentions of drugs, suggestive content but no smut, just heavy foreplay

Prompt: "I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you." (source)

Summary: Mattheo thinks it‘s fun to explore the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night

A/N: boy, the way I hop from one Riddle to another - i can fix him ykyk ok but these are shorter than other fics since theyre part of the prompt thingy I’m doing and I figured I should get started

Word count: 1.9k

You would kill him - you will kill him - if whatever is in here doesn’t kill you first and then you’ll kill yourself for letting him persuade you in the first place.

Mattheo disregarded many things, like his school work, attendance, relationships but you gotta leave it to him - he knew how to push your buttons and when he said he’d take Amara from the year below with him if you weren’t joining him, you snapped and agreed - looking at nothing but pitch blackness and the occasional rustle - that always scared the living shits out of you - you thought to yourself, he should’ve taken her.

You weren’t the type to get frightened easily but the eerie dread that filled you once you were so deep in you couldn’t even see Hogwarts anymore it was over and you almost jumped at every sound, your hand subconsciously reaching out for Mattheo only for him to give you the most shit-eating grin and tease your anxious behavior - Salazar knows why you like this idiot in the first place.

The unsteady path shaped by the trees seemed never ending and incredibly unnerving, even if you tried to see the end it was just pitch black.

“Come on, princess, ”, he pokes your side with his elbow and nudges his head forward, “who knows what’s waiting for us out there.”, he smirks and you scoff loudly and hit him, resulting in the leaves rustling in the trees and crows suddenly emerging with loud ‘craws’ and you almost shit yourself.

Subconsciously you hold on tighter to him to the point your chest touches his arm.

“I hate you, by Merlin’s beard, fuck you, Riddle.”, you whisper-shout into his ear; his head turns towards yours in a matter of a second, your face was already so close to his, your noses brushed together when he turned; you could feel his breath tingling on your lips.

Shivers ran down your spine - you were used to the tension that followed almost every interaction you had with Mattheo but this? This was on a different level - the both of you were alone in the woods, your body clinging to him and now you just had to move forward, not even two inches and you’d finally know how his lips taste - you bet like a mixture of lollipops and cigarettes.

He smirks and you could feel the ghost of his touch on your lips - you will breach the distance between you guys if he isn’t going to do it.

His hand reaches out for your hair and brushes a piece of it back behind your ear and you’re finally able to make out the shadows on his face, like his scar on his nose, or the scar on his right eyebrow, from the small light of the moonshine seeping through the branches of the tree and your breath hitches - he was smiling.

You knew you liked him and you knew how it felt to like someone but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his smile accompanied by the soft glow of the moon on his face would make your insides explode; make you feel so warm - the former coldness of the forbidden forest long forgotten.

“Fuck me yourself, babe.”, he grins and the almost fairy tale-like illusion you just created in your head shattered - this is Mattheo fucking Riddle, by Salazar you still don’t know why you like him, of course he’d make a dirty jab at you.

You were about to roll your eyes and push him away but you had a better idea in your head; your hands reach for his jawline and you start to trace it, his small beard stubbles scratching your fingertips and you can see the way he gulps hard by his adams apple - his jaw clenched but a curious glint in his eyes - what are you doing? Your fingers start to trace the way down to his neck, followed by his collarbone towards his chest and abs until your fingers stop at his waistband; his eyes follow your touch in anticipation and curiosity but he hasn’t dared to utter a single word. You tug him closer towards you by his waistband and you reached up until your lips ghosted over his neck - right above the spot most girls would leave their hickeys on, you assumed it was his most sensitive spot; a few seconds later you make your way back to his ear, your lips graze his earlobe and you can hear his breath hitch and you smile: “Don’t mind if I do.”

He sucks in a deep breathe and gives you a warning glance: “Fuck, princess, unless you actually plan to follow up with that, don’t tease me like that.”

“Why not?”, you smile knowingly, Riddle might not be interested in romantic relationships but you knew the effect you could have on a man.

“I don’t think you want me to leave you alone right here because I have a hard business to take care of”, he glances down towards the dent on his crotch, your hand was still on his waistband and you let out a small giggle, “do you?”

“Let me take care of it, then?”, you give him your best doe eyes while your hands slowly pull on his waistband and you can almost see him come undone at the mere idea of you touching him - it made you feel powerful, hopeful and needy for him.

“Princess,”, his eyes darkened, he seemed to finally snap out of his trance and before you know it your back was pushed against a tree, Mattheo’s arms were wrapped around your waist and his forehead was leaning against yours, he was breathing heavily, as if he could barely contain himself - he looked at you like a starved prisoner, ready to finally devour you after he’s been denied for so long and god did it turn you on.

“Tell me off.”, he whispers against your lips, you start to wonder if you have to beg him to kiss you and you shake your head.

“Kiss me, Riddle.”

His lips immediately meet yours and you close your eyes leaning closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while he pulls you even closer by your waist. Earlier he looked like he could devour you and right now, he is, his one arm went up to your head and he started to slightly tug at your hair, not hard enough for it to hurt but hard enough to make your head go back and for you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”, he breathes against the outer corner of your mouth and starts leaving sloppy kisses there as well.

His hands roam around your entire body until they find the back of your thighs and he starts to knead them slowly and you let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation of his big hands around your thighs, you were growing hotter and hotter, you wanted - scratch that- you needed this man, the tension in your core only growing stronger.

He lifts you up by your thighs, his lips never leaving your body, it felt he like was trying to engrave this feeling into his mind, and leans you against the wall, your crotch is right against his, your needy core almost immediately starts to rub against his hardened member and you let out a whimper.

He gently bites you in the neck and licks your most sensitive spot and you moan out his name.

“Baby”, he groans, “moan my name again”, his hands meet your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze and you moan out his name once more.

Just when he started to take off his shirt an alarm went off and you opened your eyes hazily.

“Fuck”, Mattheo curses and immediately puts his sweatshirt back on.

You have to take a deep breath to get back from the high you just felt and you give Mattheo a concerned look and breathily say: “What’s wrong?”

“Theo texted, there’s an emergency and they’re gathering all the students in the great hall.”, he bites his lips and you can’t help but almost completely disregard what he’s currently saying and only want to feel his lips on yours again.

“You’re staring.”

“Can’t blame me.”

He chuckles: “Now, princess”, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you back to where you had come from, “we gotta hurry before we get into big trouble for sneaking out.”, he gives you one last glance, and the current situation finally seems to dawn onto you and you start to freak out.

“Salazar, fuck, Mattheo, we’re so going to get a whole year of detention if they catch us.”, you bite your lip, the anxiety finally overshadowing your horny mind and you both hurry back to Hogwarts.

Out of breath you finally are inside the castle, skillfully evading any teachers or prefects and you can’t help but curse at him, the anxiety taking over - what if you’re too late?

"I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you."

“Nobody is going to kill you.”, he chuckles.

You roll your eyes: “Clearly, you haven’t met my mother.”

“I’ll just swoon her off her feet, too.”, he smirks and you pretend to gag at him.

He checks his phone: “We’re fine, Theo says, they’re still gathering all the students.”

You sigh in relief: “Theo deserves the greatest head for warning us like this.”

He turns around to face you, almost as if you’re insane, like he can’t believe your audacity, his jaw clenched: “Do I need to remind you of who’s name you moaned 30 minutes ago?”

Your eyes narrow in confusion until you finally get it and you can’t help but smirk: “I meant a joint.”

“Oh.”, he looked dumbfounded.

“You jealous, baby?”

The both of you arrive at the Great Hall and before you can enter Mattheo grabs your arm and halts you from entering.

You stare at him confused and expectantly.

“This is more than just sex to me, princess.”, he looks at you, his eyes filled with so much vulnerability you soften at his words and your inside starts to fill with joy, you had hoped this is how it would be between you guys, even if you had been fine with just staying friends as well.

“I feel the same”, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

He smiles back and you make your way into the Great Hall, the both of you skillfully and undetected make your way to your friends and stand next to them.

When they spot you they greet you with laughter and smiles, Theo winked at the both of you and all of you waited for the roll call, all while your hand never left Mattheos grasp.

“Y’know we’ll continue later, right?”, he whispers in your ear and when you turn around you’re met with his smug grin and the brightest shining eyes in the room and you smile feeling absolutely content and you can’t wait to taste the taste of lollipops and cigarettes again.

#x reader #fanfiction #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin #harry potter #hp #hp fandom #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x reader #benjamin wadsworth #theodore nott #theo nott #theo #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #harry potter x reader #hp x reader #suggestive

[brnesblogposts]

sunday morning

pairing: steven grant x reader summary: you and your boyfriend Steven spend a lazy Sunday morning together.

reblogs appreciated if you liked it :))

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The sun slowly breaks through the gaps in the curtains as you start to stir. Drifting in and out of a state of sleep as your body adjusts to the light seeping through. Looking over to your right your curly haired boyfriend looks peaceful as gentle snores escape his lips. Steven’s sleeping disorder didn’t allow for proper respite, but when he did get into a deep state of solace you left him be.

You watched him for a few minutes as his chest rose and fell, his curls awry, your love for him was stronger than any emotion you’ve ever known. Gently removing his arm from your waist he stirred and your breath got caught in your throat as you thought you’d accidentally woken the peaceful man up. To your relief he repositions himself into more of a star fish shape. Gently getting out of bed you head to the bathroom to shower before you were to decide what you would both be having for breakfast.

Stepping out of the shower you put one of Steven’ shirts on and a comfy pair of joggers. Today was Sunday and these days were for you and your boyfriend to spend quality time together. Coming out of the bathroom, to your dismay you see Steven at the stove preparing some of his famous vegan pancakes. You’d wished he’d slept a bit longer. Trying your best not to startle him you approach him from behind and carefully wrap your arms around his waist.

“Morning” you say softly, taking in his warmth.

“Morning, love” he replies as his hands meet where yours lay on his stomach.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask as he flips a pancake over.

“Yeah, pretty good actually, one of the better nights for me” he says with a smile. Oh his smile, you adored how his lips curled up and his eyes lit up.

You press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you slept well, you deserve to be able to rest peacefully.” you say as a tint of red creeps up his face. He pulls you into a hug, cutting it short..

“Oh bollocks this pancake is a bit burn’t.” he frowns a bit, but you quickly reassure him

“That’s okay I did distract you a bit. Don’t think we’ll miss one pancake, you make enough to feed a family!” he giggles at that.

“Always need to make sure I offer Gus some don’t I?” he turns to Gus swimming around in his tank.

“Speaking of, morning my little one finned wonder” he smiles. Oh he was the most adorable man in the world. You leave him to make the pancakes with no more distractions and set the table, syrup, chopped banana, vegan butter.. you weren’t a vegan before you met Steven, but at this point it was second nature.

You ate in silence, Steven’s pancakes piled with banana and a bit of syrup, he didn’t like too much or they’d go soggy.

“How are Marc and Jake?” you ask, you and his alters got a long well, Marc more so as Jake was the quiet type.

“No, yeah, they’re good, yeah. Marc bets he could make better pancakes than me, but I say that’s nonsense. Jake just nodded in approval to say he’s good, you know him.. not much of a conversationalist” he let out a little laugh at that. Once you’d both finished eating you cleared up while he showered and got dressed into a white t-shirt and fresh pajama bottoms.

“Darling” he calls out.

“Yeah?” you respond from your place at the sink.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asks shyly, you’ve been together a few months and knew everything about him and his alters, Konshu and everything. yet he was still shy around you. It was cute.

“Yeah i’d love to! anything in mind?” He paused for a second, tapping his index finger on his chin while deep in thought.

“AVATAR!” he bursts out excitedly. You hadn’t actually seen avatar before you met Steven, as soon as he found out he was quick to invite you over for a movie date.

“Sounds great! Love that film.” you emphasised, Steven tended to worry that you agreed to do things with him out of pity, he was very insecure about himself despite you, Marc and Jake reassuring him that he was an amazing man. It didn’t matter what you were watching, reading or doing, if Steven was with you and enjoying himself that’s all that mattered. You loved every minute with him.

He flicked on avatar as you finished the dishes and headed to the couch, where he patted the spot next to him. You cuddled into his side as he layed a blanket over the both of you, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Thank you.” he says out of the blue, which causes you to look up at him.

“For what love?” you asked softly as not to make him feel bad or anything.

“For loving me, accepting me for everything that I am. The mess that I am. Staying up with me and reading to and with me, you know people at work are rude to me, Donna’s a right knobhead towards me. I used to let her get to me, everytime she mocked me or put me on inventory, but now? with you. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.. because I have the most amazing person who loves everything about me and that’s all that matters. I love you so much y/n.” he says with a softness in his features, you don’t say anything, you take him into the tightest hug which silently tells him what he already knows deep down. He strokes his hand through your hair as you embrace him.

“I love you, Steven.” you say as you sit back from the hug and look at him, taking his face into your hands. “Listening to you ramble about Egypt and Pharaoh’s, your work days and anything else. I could listen to you talk about anything for hours. You’re the funniest person i’ve ever met, the kindest, sweetest man who makes me feel like the only person in the world everyday. Donna doesn’t deserve you, the museum doesn’t deserve you. You’d be the BEST tour guide if they just let you. The way your face lights up when you talk about Egyptology, I can see the love for the topic in your eyes. There’s no one else more suited for the job than you.

Tears are welling up in his eyes and you wipe them away with your thumbs, landing a soft kiss on his nose. He really was the most intelligent man you’d ever met, intuitive and with a heart of gold. Steven would never hurt a fly, Marc and Jake are more of the fighter types, but Steven. He’s a lover, he wants to make people happy and to see them smile, that’s his gift. He saved your life that’s for sure, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been since meeting him.

Settling back into his chest you take his hand in yours and rub your thumb over his palm.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” he says and with that he presses play. You squeeze his hand to silently tell him that you feel the same.

About halfway into the movie you felt his body relax, he was falling asleep. Good, you thought. He needs as much sleep as possible, you didn’t move, knowing if you did you’d disturb him, you watched the rest of the movie as he snored quietly from beneath you. Once the movie finished you switched the tv off, Steven started to wake up, causing you to sit up. He took your hand and took you to the bed, laying down he pulled you in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist, an afternoon nap wasn’t a bad idea, it was Monday tomorrow, the beginning of another long tiring week, especially for Steven. you settled into him as his form engulfed you.

“You feel like home” is the last thing you hear before he drifts off, feeling safe enough to fall asleep knowing you’re right there with him. He hasn’t put his ankle restrains on this time, but he knows you’d notice if he got up. His words touch your heart, you’ve never been so in love.

“You are home” you respond, squeezing his arm that’s securely wrapped around you. With that, you both fall asleep. Feeling the safest you’ve ever felt, knowing you’ve found your other half in Steven.

#steven grant #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant fic #moon knight x you #steven grant x gender neutral reader #oscar isaac #moon knight fanfic

[barcalover86]

End of beginning

A never-ending friendship

Book

Chapter four

Your body suddenly can't move.

What the hell did you do last night?

Bia is still sleeping in bed with your new friends besides her, and you are the only one awake. You were trying to remember what happened after the game, but nothing was coming out of your mind.

You weren't that stupid to send him a n*de.. or were you?

But if that happened, someone would have stopped you. But on the other side, all of you were drunk and immature.

And if you really sent him a n*de of yourself , then it will be all over Internet. Just like the other photos of you two together.

You screwed up bad..

Finding the courage to open up his messages alone, not wanting to wake anyone up this early in the morning, you are even more shocked when you see his text.

Before you click on the photo he sent you, you read what he wrote you.

I am happy that you looked at the match, and I'm also sorry for the gossip that it's going around right now. I hope I didn't cause damage to your relationship.

Relationship? What relationship?

You were the one who thought that you made Gavi and his girlfriend break up. But he was thinking something completely untrue. You don't have a boyfriend and you never did.

Right now, you were trying to think who could be that boy he saw you with. But as you were trying to remember who he was, you suddenly realised that he also sent you a photo.

You opened your phone again, tapping to his account.

When you counted to three, you clicked on his photo, and your heart melted at his sight.

It was a selfie of him and Lewandowski, smiling at you. He also wrote on it that brought us good luck .

That? What that?

Now you begin to think again what picture could you have sent him to.

And if somehow it was a n*ude.. did he really show it to everyone else around him?

But you weren't the type of person to do that. Even when drunk. It just wasn't your personality.

So.. your photo brought him luck? You smiled a bit.

Oh, and then you realised that Gavi actually texted you. Well, you texted him first, but he replied.

And he was also having you at his following list. That's.. Nice. You smile once again.

"Bia, wake up!"

"Hm?"

"Gavi texted me!"

When everyone heard that, they all got up immediately.

"He did what?" asked Lucas.

"He texted me, look."

"Screenshot his photo," Bia said, and before you could stop her, Lucas already did a screenshot on your phone.

"What! No, now he's going to see it!!!!"

"And? It's better than not having the photo? I bet he made it by himself just for you."

You think about it. Maybe..

"Uhhh" you groaned, sitting on your bed. "Do I have to reply to him?"

"What's even with that question? Of course you have to!?"

"But what do I say?"

"Just, I don't know. Congrats on your win?" Liam says.

"But then he'll let her on seen." Laura interrupts. "It has to be something like, congrats to your win, you did amazing. How are you feeling after the game?"

"Of course he feels happy, they won?"

"Bia, I mean if he is tired or in good shape. Maybe he got injured, which I don't think so. He'll get the question, right, Lucas?"

He looks at her while thinking what to answer.

"Boys often misinterpret questions like that."

You nodded. "Then what do I say?"

"In my opinion, you should really add the congratulations part. It's important." Lucas says. "Boys like to feel important and appreciated.

"Ok, so first I'm saying congrats. After?"

Silence. Everyone is thinking.

"Should I go with something like I hope your training goes good today?"

"Ah, I don't know-"

"I got it!!!" Laura says. "Just reply to his photo with a photo and you can add there the text you want to say. He'll sure be curious on your photo."

"Yesss! That's it! But I have to be pretty. Everyone, help me!!"

They all helped you with a pretty outfit, your hair and makeup, and after about 1 hour, you were ready to take the picture.

Smiling widely, you sent a photo of you saying congratulations on your win, guys. you did amazing. visca barça.

Perfect. Now you wait.

..................................................................................

Today, waiting for his reply, you walked around Barcelona, chatting and laughing. You stopped near your friends' restaurant and started singing and dancing traditional Spanish songs until the L family was ready to close.

All the time you were looking at your phone, hoping for a text from Gavi who seemed like wouldn't come.

When you said your goodbyes, you and Bia went to drink something near your hotel. When you were talking about your future college, your phone buzzed, and you freezed.

"So??"

You look at her with a big smile.

"Gavi."

"I wanna see, I wanna see!"

Bia was whining just like a little kid, but you were also so excited to read his text.

Well, he sent you another photo.

He seemed like he was in a bedroom, assuming it was his, smiling into the camera and having his thumb up. He was adorable.

If you want more photos of me, tell me. You don't have to screenshot. Also, you didn't tell me about your boyfriend. Is he mad?

"He is definitely flirting with you!"

"I don't know.."

"Well he totally is. Reply to him."

You took a quick photo of you, with your orange juice on your hands, smiling sweetly.

I'm sorry about that. A friend of mine screenshoted it accidentally. And about my relationship, I don't know where that came from. I'm single.

After 5 minutes, he replied.

"Wow, y/n. He is quick. I told you he is into you!"

Now, it was a photo with half of his face saying my bad, sorry. so are you still asking for pictures?

You did a similar picture as he did last time, and wrote first of all, I didn't ask for any pictures, second of all wouldn't your girlfriend be upset that you are talking with me?

"Are you sure you want to send that?" Bia asked you.

"Well even if he is Pablo Gavi, if he has a girl at home, he has to right not talk to other girls."

After about 20 minutes, he replied.

The photo was again with half of his face saying that are u jealous, y/n?

You blushed hard.

"Ooooo, he is flirting with youu."

"Shut up, he is typing.:

"Let's get home. We can't stay here for another hour. We also have to look for colleges."

You nodded and while you were walking back to your hotel, you were looking intensely at your phone.

Right when he was about to send his text, your mom was calling you.

You groaned hard while Bia was laughing.

"Yes?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"

"Mama, I'm kinda busy. I'll call you later, ok?"

"Did something happen? Are you ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. We are heading to our hotel. I'll call you there, ok? Bye."

"Bye, don't forget to!"

After ending the call, you go to see what Gavi said.

You blushed even harder.

"Whatt???? I wanna see too."

Yes, I am a footballer, but I don't cheat. I don't have a girlfriend and I didn't have one recently either. I think you know a lot about me, but I just know your name. Wanna meet me tomorrow at 13 after my training to show you the museum from Camp Nou? I promise I won't steal you. Bring a friend if you want. I'll bring Fermin too.

"Say yes, say yes, say yes!"

"I don't know, Bia. I feel like it's happening too fast."

"It's the right time, trust me. When fo you want him to ask you out. A day before we return home? Say yes!"

You slowly nodded, accepting his offer." You'll come with me."

"You didn't have to ask." she says super excited.

See you then.

You replied.

He liked your message.

"Today we have to go shopping. We need new chlotes."

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[zinzabee]

A Message for the RotTMNT Fans

For everyone who is afraid of drawing Rise Raph because of his large body type and proportions, I am here to give you this message: I promise you, I would much rather see you try your best effort and it look a little wonky than for you to exclude him entirely from your art and doodles.

The reason I am able to draw Raph as well as I am right now is because I learned how to draw fat/muscular/chubby body anatomy in my early art career. But it's really never too late to start practicing! I encourage you, I implore you even, to take a few small steps out of your comfort zone for a bit and see where it takes you. If you want to draw him (or any favorite character from a piece of media you love, really) but are intimidated because of their size being abnormal from the thin/skinny, I want you to know that it's okay to be scared. What's not okay is giving up, quitting, or not even trying to attempt their bigger proportions at all. Because then that will bleed over into the rest of your art style/mentality, and there are aspects of your art that you may never improve on because of that. You don't know until you try.

I know it may feel awkward at first, and you may be intimidated by the pressure of getting it right, less anyone make fun of you or you get caught by peers or non-artists and be judged. Trust me, I know. I have been there! It's not a pleasant experience. But if you want to get better as an artist, you need to learn different body types. You need to unlearn the internal fatphobia that society has ingrained into your brain. You need to free yourself and allow yourself to make mistakes as you learn and practice to get better.

Raph is such a wonderful character and he deserves just as much love as all the other brothers, but I've talked to so many artists who all repeat the same thing; "He's so hard to draw." "I can't get his shapes quite right." "I don't draw him that much because I'm intimidated." You are 100% valid for these feelings, I promise. But I think it's for these reasons that you should draw him anyway, and learn his shapes, and learn to draw larger bodies and bigger muscles, because it helps you grow as an artist. And besides that, representation matters. I know there's plenty of fans out there who would love to see more representation like Raph.

So go for it. Even if you're scared. Even if you're unsure. Give yourself a little grace if you wanna draw that big lovable turtle, and do your best. And when it comes down to it, I bet that if he was real and you showed it to him, he'd love it and appreciate the effort no matter what. <3

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raphael #fatphobia #fat positvity #I mean this all in a very positive and encouraging tone #I don't want it to come off like I'm being mean or pointing fingers #but I notice Raph doesn't get as much fanart as the other three #and I understand it might be because of his proportions and body type #so idk I just want the younger artists to know that its okay to experiment and try #also kind of saying this in light of a really popular artist of a popular show recently admitting she is scared of drawing larger body type #and it reflecting heavily in her art style and character design #and if you know then you know

[dreamgrlarchive]

I feel so not pretty when i’m on social media… how can I fix it :(

“when i’m on social media” i’m willing to bet you’re seeing women that don’t look like you and you’re most likely very pretty. i’ve been there because i’m not light skinned or white. i don’t have the most curvy shape ever and i’m very statuesque. for ex. i love mariah carey but i don’t look to her for beauty inspo. while she is half black we are not at all the same phenotype. so i absorb what i can like fashion inspo, those amazing legs and just her overall aura. but scroll through my #branding and #beautybinder tags. notice how most of my inspo is from black women (or woc) with a similar vibe to me. this isn’t to knock other archetypes of beauty. but constantly consuming white eurocentric beauty standards and culture would of course make me feel shitty in mine. you have to learn yourself and what stands out about you! your height, race, ethnic background, body type, aesthetic all matter and will help you feel better about yourself when you start taking in media made for you. sending u much luv bby! 🎀

#answered #i feel like a lot of black girls have to learn this #this is why i hate women media boxes black women in the earth tone jewel tone box!! #very pretty but not every black girl relates to that #we like hyper girly pink aesthetics too!

[munacy]

Duck

posting a day late but, for @stars-a-n-d-scars and @thebisexualswiftie, thank you, loves!

A continuation Part 1: Ignorance

For the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: duck

***

Sirius, to the regret of every nearby resident of Gryffindor Tower, is caterwauling facedown in his four poster bed.  

He’s been going on eight minutes now. The volume and the pitifulness is nearly intolerable, but James, fortunately, was blessed with great patience, along with superior Quidditch reflexes, toned pectorals (for a seventeen-year-old) and excellent hair. To him, this level of histrionics is nothing. 

“Does this make me queer, then!?” Sirius wails.

Peter, understandably, does not possess the same level of patience, and irritably remarks, “Well if it swims like a duck and it quacks like a duck—Owfuck, James!”

“Be nice,” James scowls, hand smarting from smacking Peter upside the head.

He settles down next to Sirius’ form, pallid and limp and skinny and worn-out, and runs his hand through the dejected black strands hiding his face.

“You really had no idea, Padfoot?” James murmurs softly.

“None,” he moans, “Oh, except, oh, I kept wondering why I was always so happy to see him!”

“You, erm, you never been excited to see someone before?”

Sirius turns his face to the side, one grey eye looking up at James miserably. “I’ve never felt excited like it was the first time I’d seen the sun in days. Or, or, oh, the moon, fuck, Merlin’s sake--”

“There, there, Pads. So you have deep, soppy feelings for Moony. There are worse people to fall for you, y’know.”

“Yeah,” Peter interjects chirpily. “I bet even if he doesn’t like boys, or doesn’t fancy you back, he would still be so nice about it!”

Sirius suddenly scrambles into a sitting position as James glares at Peter. Tactless, he is. 

“Does Moony fancy boys?” he whispers in a rush, eyes like great, big hollows in his wan face. 

Peter and James exchange a dubious look.

“We’re not sure--”

“--We’ve thought about it of course--”

“--Long hours of academic type debate--”

“--But at the end of the day--”

“--Even though you were rather obvious--”

“--Well, that Moony, he keeps his cards close to the vest, doesn’t he?”

Sirius looks back and forth between James and Peter, and lets out a frustrated snarl.

The door to the dormitory opens suddenly at that same moment, and Remus’ alarmed voice is heard as he shuts it behind him and hangs up his robes. “Whoa, Padfoot, what’s wrong?” 

Sirius’ increasingly distressed eyes rove over Remus’ shape, lingering on his newly exposed scarred forearms and eventually landing on his mouth. His expression is that of one having heard confirmation of a terminal illness. 

“You look awful, what’s the matter?” Remus prompts again, a tendril of fear injected into his voice.

“Oh, I think Pads is just a bit nauseous,” James answers dryly.

Remus leans in closer to Sirius, who flinches slightly at the sudden proximity. 

“Your eyes are all glassy!” Remus moans with concern, getting even closer and lifting one of Sirius’ eyelids. 

“Umm.”

They are nearly nose to nose, now. 

“Have you got a fever, too? You’re all hot!” Remus frets, pressing the backs of his fingers all over Sirius’ crimson face and neck.

“Christ,” Peters mutters sympathetically. 

“Ah! AHA, that’s, erm, a, a ticklish spot, Moons, please--”

“I really think you ought to see Madame Pomfrey.”

“Nnngh--”

“No, you know what? I’m not taking no for an answer; you’re clearly very sick.”

“No, no, please, I feel--”

Remus, with his stupid insane werewolf strength, scoops an unnaturally stiff Sirius up into his arms with little more than a huff.

Sirius lets out a tiny, pathetic sound.

Remus tuts. “Oh, you poor thing, let’s get you better.”

And he walks out of the dorm, carrying out a nearly swooning Sirius bridal-style, without so much as a word to the other two. 

“He never carries me like that,” Peter grumbles. “Remember that time the wolf broke Wormtail’s littlest toe? He told me to deal with it.”

James ponders. “Not a sufficient body of proof. That was post-Full Moony and he tends to get fairly cranky. He might’ve told Sirius to stuff it too.” 

Peter sighs dramatically. “Sirius is absolutely gone for him, isn’t he?”

“Badly, and from what I’ve just seen, Moony’s got no idea about that fact...We’ve got to do something, Wormy; we’re his best friends.” 

“Eh? We’ve spent hours trying to figure out which way Remus swings, to ill effect, if you’ve noted.”

James grins wildly. “That’s it, Wormy. No more talking. It’s time to put it to the test. We’re going to figure out if Moony is bent, too.”

Part 3: Anticipation 

Part 4: Thirst

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #prompt: duck #scheming James and Peter #james potter and peter pettigrew friendship #oblivious remus lupin #oblivious sirius black #mystery??

[star1117-archives]

Non-sexual possessiveness is icky but in the bedroom 👀

just like… what would each member be like with it? What would they do to show you belong to them?

➵ Pairing : OT8 X Gn!Reader

➵ Genre : Smut

➵ W.C : 700

➵ Warnings : Breeding kink, Body painting, Edging, Dumbification, Praise, Begging, Manhandling, Fingering, Cockwarming, Degradation, Marking, Grinding, Rough sex, Choking.

➵ A/N: Under 16’s DNI

© 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚: Breeding

“Shit.. gonna breed you like the bitch you are. Pump you full of my kids.”

He’ll pump you full of his cum and finger it into you, saying he’s gonna breed you since you’re his and his only. Kinda seems like someone who’d make you cockwarm him all night just to make sure hardly any of his cum drips outta you. Depending on your mood it’ll either be hard degradation or the most heartwarming praise.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠: Drawing

“Unless you want people to know who your body belongs to, I suggest you don’t wear that crop top love.”

Since we already know Joong is the artsy type, I could see him getting a fat black pen and drawing all over your body. Cumdump, insert here, master’s plaything, etc etc. He’ll put you infront of the mirror as he works, colouring you carefully like the piece of art you are.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨: Making out

“Look how swollen your lips look babe… bet they’d look even better around my cock.”

Yunho seems like a guy who’d have the wildest fascination with your body, and especially your lips. He’s spent hours at a time kissing you, biting your lips, sucking them gently. He just loves seeing you get all worked up about something as small as kissing. He just absolutely loves pinning you down and holding you in place as he grinds onto you as he kisses you roughly.

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠: Edging

“Just say it baby. Give in and tell Daddy what you want, you know you want to.”

This man craves to see you whimpering on the bed, clenching uselessly around air as he steals yet another orgasm from you. He wants to see you beg for release, thank him for the pleasure, promise to never leave him. Yeosang will stuff you with his fingers again and again until you finally suck it up and tell him what you want. He’ll give you the world, as long as he’s the center of your universe.

𝐒𝐚𝐧: Dumbification

“Tied up all pretty for Daddy, you’re just my dumb little slut aren’t you? Can’t even deny it you’re so fucked out.”

San’s only goal in life is to fuck you so hard all you can think of is him. He’ll pour a truckload of whispers into your ears, filling your mind with only him and his cock. He doesn’t want a single other thing to be up there. Just him, only him.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢: Praise

“Such a good doll, can you come for Daddy my love? Cum over him and mark him as yours? Cause you know damn straight I’ll be doing it to you.”

Mingi just wants you to know you’re his pretty little doll, so beautiful and so fucking tight. He’ll run his hands over your ass, squeezing and moulding your cheeks as he fucks you slow and deep, hips rocking into you precisely every single time. He wanted it to be perfect, especially since he was gonna be the only one you fuck for the rest of your life.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠: Begging

“Come here my sweet babe, come ride Daddy’s dick like a good little cocksleeve. Or do I have to give you another facial to refresh that memory of yours?”

Similar to Yeosang, Wooyoung wants you on your knees promising all his heart desires just for release. Watching you cry for him, cry for pleasure, shit that turns him on. He’ll sit there with his dick out, masturbating until he comes all over your face. And shit it’s so arousing seeing his cum flowing down your face. Arousing enough that he gets hard again almost instantly.

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨: Manhandling

“Beautiful. You look so fucking hot covered in my marks cub. Now hold still, let me taste that sweet nectar of yours.”

Pinning you against walls, choking you until your head swims, bruising your hips with his tight grip, marking your neck in a feverish uncontrolled state. Jongho almost turns animalistic when he’s with you, wanting to just cover you in his marks. When you wake up with your bruised hips, shaky legs, and marked neck, he wants you to know who you belong to. What he did to give you a permanent reminder you’re taken.

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[griffin-girl-r]

Coming home (Part 3)

Created: 12.02.2022

Finished: 03.05.2023

Edited: 18.09.2023

Age: 16

Word count: 2,000

Warnings: None

Request: No

Part 2

—

Six months.

That's how much time had passed since your death. And no one was over it yet.

Your uncles tried to focus on the thing that each knew how to do better, to distract themself from your loss.

And your mother... Well... She was in the worst shape from all of them. She looked nothing like the woman she was six months ago.

Natasha is pale, she barely eats or gets out of her room. She cried all the time and the spark in her eyes died with you.

Clint took her to his house once, thinking it would make her feel better.

That was such a bad idea, because as soon as his kids jumped to hug their aunt, she burst into tears again and Natasha didn't stop until she fell asleep.

Clint learned his lesson.

—

Today, the team had a big mission and they needed all the help they could get.

Taking down a Hydra base wasn't easy.

But for Natasha, was again one of those days when she would just lock herself in your room and cry, so no one dared to disturb her.

Little did they know that this mission would become the most important mission in their lives.

—

As soon as they returned everyone snapped into action, Thor went to Asgard to give the news. Bruce, Tony, and Steve headed to the medbay and Clint sprinted to tell Natasha what they had found and brought back.

Natasha didn't even flinch, when Clint literally took down the door with a huge smile on his face.

She just continued to lay on your bed, hugging a picture of you. Her face was tear-strained but her eyes were empty of all feelings.

"Nat, you won't believe what we have found! You need to hurry up and see it too." Clint yelled

"I don't care." She simply said in a very low voice

"When you see what it is, I bet you're going to be interested in it." Clint's voice was sounding too tempting

From one quick move, he lifted her from the bed and threw her over his shoulder, the assassin making no move to protest.

Ever since you had died, she just doesn't care what happens to her anymore.

"You are going to be so happy. So happy." Clint beamed up

"That's not possible for me anymore, Clint." Natasha emotionlessly clarified

"I doubt." He challenged

—

Once inside the medbay, Clint put Natasha down and motioned to her to turn around.

When she didn't, he turned her around himself.

Natasha's eyes widened and she blinked a few times, waiting for the illusion in front of her to disappear.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Romanoff." Tony laughed

In fact, she was seeing one.

"This can't be." She muttered "What type of sick joke is this, boys?!"

"It's not a joke." Steve assured

Natasha took a step forward, afraid to do more.

If she was dreaming, then she never wanted to wake up.

There, right in front of her eyes, sleeping on a bed, was her baby. The one she believed dead. The one she never hoped to see again. Or stopped mourning.

Her little girl's chest was rising and falling steadily and the monitor beside her bed, showed a heartbeat.

"Y/N..." Natasha whispered

"It's her, Natasha. She's alive! Do you understand? Your daughter is alive!" Clint was almost crying from happiness

He was so happy to know that his beloved niece was alive and safe back home with her mother. He'll have to call Laura and the kids later. His children will be so happy to have their cousin back.

He looked at his best friend, who was crying silently, but still made no move.

"It's her." Bruce finally spoked

That's all it took for Natasha to throw herself at you and hug tightly to her chest, your unconscious body.

She could feel your warmth and soft breath and that made her beyond happy.

She feels like she's in heaven.

Maybe she had actually died and that's how she got to see you again.

"H-How?" Natasha asked, too afraid to let go of you

"Turns out Hydra held her hostage all this time. We don't know what they did to her. She was already unconscious when we found her, but I'm running some tests to see if she's okay." Bruce softly reassured her

"I-I s-saw her... her..." Natasha couldn't bring herself to end the sentence

"We know. But Steve has a theory." Tony pointed to Steve "Cap?"

"Shapeshifters." Steve stated

Steve's theory wasn't that hard to believe. They had actually dealt with them a couple of times before.

"We think that, instead of killing her, Hydra took her and kept her in a coma-like state. Most probably to use her against us when the time was right." Clint explained "You know that if a shapeshifter is killed while it has another form than its original one, they would not change their appearance. That's why we found a body. They replaced her."

Natasha just nodded and focused once again on you. This was actually real. She could feel you, hold you, kiss you. She could do again all the things she only had dreamed about in the last six months.

And she just sat there, enjoying the fact that she could hold you in her arms, until Bruce cleared his throat.

"It seems that they hadn't done anything to her and as soon as the effects of what they gave her wears off, she'll wake up. I don't know when. Now we'll just have to wait."

"I'll wait as long as needed." Natasha declared with confidence, sounding a little like the Natasha the team knew

And how the boys missed that Natasha.

Your mother was more than happy to wait as long as needed for you to wake up.

She was dying of excitement at the thought that she would see your beautiful green eyes again. That you would open them and look at her. That you would smile at her and make one of your jokes.

So she waited.

The whole team did. It took you two days to wake up but when you finally did, it was like your mother's soul came back to her. And the joy returned between your uncles.

—

Natasha was just staring at your face, holding your hand, still not believing that you were alive. That's all she did for the past two days, ever since your uncles brought you back.

She would only leave your side for a few minutes to go to the bathroom and that was it.

She seemed glued to your side.

She was afraid that if she was gone for too long you would wake up and she wouldn't be there to greet you.

It was almost midnight when Natasha fell asleep, while looking at you, her head falling over your left arm. The others were already asleep in their rooms.

One hour later, you slowly opened your eyes and looked around you.

You were in the medbay, the light was low and the tower was silent.

You felt some weight on your hand and you turned your head to look at what was on your arm.

A big smile spread across your face when you saw your mom, soundly asleep, her head turned towards you.

You frowned when you tried to remember what happened to you. The last thing you remember is saying goodbye to your mom and then nothing.

Are you not dead? How are you alive? Who saved you? How long have you slept?

Worry grew over you when you took a better look at Natasha.

She had drastically lost weight, the bags under her eyes were extremely big and she looked so fragile.

Was she sick? She looks like this because of you? Did someone hurt her? What on Earth happened while you were sleeping?!

Shaking your head slightly, now wide awake, you reached your free hand to caress Natasha's cheek and lightly stroke her hair.

Natasha shot her eyes open when she felt a hand over her face and she froze in place, tears gathering in her eyes again, when she saw you looking at her.

"Hey, Mama." You weakly smiled at her, your voice barely above a whisper

The woman stopped breathing for a second, trying to figure out if she was dreaming or not. But when you looked her dead in the eyes, your green eyes full of life, she jumped forward to hold you close to her.

"Oh, my baby." She cried out very loudly "My sweet baby. My little girl."

You wrapped your arms around her and held her tight.

You thought that you would never see your mom again or hug her, so you were so happy to be with her again.

Little do you know that your mom is over the moon, for the same reason.

She breathed in your smell. How she missed it. How she missed you and everything about you.

When she finally pulled back, Natasha took your face in her hands and rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs.

"I can't believe you here. I can't believe you're alive." She breathed out

"What do you mean?" You asked confused

Natasha proceeded to tell you everything that happened since you went on that mission.

At the end of the story, Natasha was crying so hard, that you had no idea how to make her stop. So you just let her cry on your shoulder.

She had really suffered in the past six months.

And you felt guilty about it.

Maybe you are guilty?

—

When she eventually calmed down, she lay beside you on the bed, her arms wrapping around you as she kept kissing your head.

She asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to wake the rest of the team up.

Even the A.I. sounded happy when she greeted you and told you how good it was to have you back.

Your uncles burst through the door in their pajamas, fighting over who should enter first.

They were really funny.

As soon as they saw you awake and in your mother's arms they hugged you and ruffed your hair, telling you how much they missed you.

"It's great to see that you're okay, kid." Clint ruffed your hair, for the tenth time in two minutes

You just stared at them confused, then at your mom, and then again at the men.

"Who are you?" You asked pointing at the men

Everyone shared a worried look and you felt Natasha shift beside you, panic taking over her.

"You don't remember us?" Steve questioned very hurt

After a few seconds of silence, you gasped.

"I do remember you, guys." You pointed to each man "You're the Old man also known as Capsicle, Hammer boy, Green Doctor, Metalhead, and... Katniss Everdeen!" You finished with a surprised look, in Clint's direction.

Everyone burst laughing, even Natasha.

She had missed your stupid jokes so much.

"Language." Steve almost yelled

"Wow, Steve. You really are an old man." You teased

—

After a few hours, the team left you and Natasha alone again.

You yawned and tried to fight back sleep.

"It's okay now. You can rest. I'm here and I'm not leaving." Natasha traced your newly defined facial features with her fingers

"Stay with me?" You asked sleepily

"I promise. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake up." She promised

You smiled as you lay your head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat "I think we should take Uncle Clint's offer and move to the farm. It's big enough. Besides, I want to spend more time with my cousins and I think that it would also do you good to have Aunt Laura as company. I think it's time to retaire, Mama."

"I'd love that." Natasha smiled and slowly started to fall asleep with you in her arms

You were with her again and she wasn't planning on letting go of you too soon.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

[cloudyswritings]

Hollow knight bugs and real world species: P2

Hornet: So we know that Hornet is the daughter of the pale king and Herrah, making her some sort of biological monstrosity. But what bug is she based on? My best bet would be a horned orb weaver, specifically either a long-horned orb-weaver or Gasteracantha versicolor based on coloration and her horns.

Zote: So the in game/logical answer is that zote is whatever type of generic beetle that team cherry concocted from stag, Hercules, and rhinoceros beetles. However I think that’s really boring, I personally subscribe to one of the single best crackfics in the fandom Camouflage of Great Renown and think zote is a nosk that left Hallownest and lost his memories before retuning and adopting his persona. It’d even explain how he’s actually really hard to damage(see coliseum) and how he keeps getting places before ghost does.

Midwife: So I’ve seen a lot of people headcanon that she’s a centipede of some sort, and it kinda makes sense? Like centipedes are actually really good at caring for their young and protect them until they’re able to hunt on their own, so I think it’s a plausible and likely theory. That’s said I’d like to present some alternative ideas. Midwife to me, looks a lot more like she has an earwigs body shape, based mostly on the width of her. That said her behavior matches up far better with a trapdoor spider and she lacks antennas. Overall I’d say a trapdoor spider is more likely as an alternative reading of her species.

Lord fool: So here’s the thing with lord fool, there’s a lot of evidence he’s a higher being of some sort. Most of it comes down to the way the fools, while infected, seem less damaged by the radiance and seem to keep a large portion of their mind intact. Plus his position-dead on his throne- seems earily similar to a certain pale wyrm. Interestingly however it seems like his mask is actually just a mask, because we can see the top of his head and it looks to just be soft carapace. He’s also got six limbs so we know he isn’t an arachnid, or crustacean. My best guess would be either a deathwatch beetle(the texture on them looks like a good match) or a more likely a green junebeetle. Him being a junebeetle also matches nicely with how the fools are regarded as invasive, or not belonging in Haloownest. My last theory is that the bug the colosseum is built in may be the Lord fools old shell, aka wyrm.

Bretta: She looks a lot like a hair soft-shelled beetle to me, but her colors are all wrong. Based on that I’d say she’s actually a female scarab of some sort(sorry y’all my beetle knowledge isn’t up to par just yet!!)

The Hunter: So I’m really and truly unconvinced that the hunter is a bug, or crustacean, or arachnid of any kind. Bro visibly has a spine of some sort and the only beings with hands remotely similar to his that we see are THK, The shade lord, and the collector. That said we do still know he has an exoskeleton. I’ll admit I’m kinda stumped, I’d love to hear what y’all think. Verdict: inconclusive.

Baldurs: So I’m pretty convinced that these fellas are a pill millipede of some sort, they have the right number of legs and do curl up for defense. Additionally they spit infection, which I imagine when non infected would be some sort of toxin— something millipedes are well known for.

Mosskin: So this covers the mosskin as a whole, I’ll probably make a post for them specifically eventually. They’re obviously creatures that are in a symbiotic relationship with plants(because Unn). The only ones I feel super comfortable giving a specific species atm are the moss chargers who I feel are a species of velvet worm, mostly due to Unn being a big old slug and them living in a more tropical region. These velvet worms essentially copied the homework of the leaf sheep sea slug—which steals its ability to photosynthesize from the algae it eats.

That’s it for now!!

#hollow knight #Unn #hk hornet #speculative biology #brain fried #ummm #enjoy ig #zote the mighty #a knight of great renown

[thesunflowerdyke]

9: What is the fastest way to make you horny: 

32: Fill in the blank: “If they ____________, we are fucking.

54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

70: Booty or Boobs?

✨Thank you, Anon, for my first official ask on this blog!✨

I’m still getting used to answering these sorts of question and thinking of myself in a sexual light so these little exercises help tremendously on my self discovery journey! 🥰

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9: What is the fastest way to make you horny: 

So, I’m very much an auditory person. When I’m…”entertaining myself” I always gravitate towards written word or audio porn. So I’d say the fastest way to get me going is to get close to me and whisper something suggestive in my ear. It doesn’t even have to be anything particularly filthy.

(Though I am quite the fan of dirty talk.😉)

Just the tone of voice, dropping an octave or the voicing of your desire would be enough to get me on board immediately. Honestly, even just a playful whisper in the ear would do the trick!

OR

If we’re already kissing and touching, hearing my partner enjoying themself is a massive source of pleasure for me and it would make me want more. I would always prefer my partner to be vocal with their wants and needs. Not necessarily loud. Nothing that doesn’t come natural to them. But I love knowing what works (and what doesn’t!) so that I can learn better what pleases them. Please let me hear all of your little pleasure sounds!

*This all probably goes along with the fact that voices are a big factor in attraction for me. I’m a sucker for a nice speaking voice or unique accent. It’s one of the few things I can pin-point as a source of attraction for me because I don’t really have a physical type that I go for.

32: Fill in the blank: “If they ____________, we are fucking.

When it comes to being intimate my first concern is always my partners pleasure. I get off on getting my partner off. And while I am certainly intrigued about being on the receiving end of things (especially if that’s what does it for my partner) there’s nothing that gets me off more then knowing my partner is feeling good. If you tell me or show me how much you want/need me, then all bets are off. There wouldn’t be anything that would stop me from making you feel good.

So I’d say either ;

1. Tell me out right that they need/desire me. (Ex. Begging for it/demanding it)

Or

2. Showing me they need me. (Ex. Guiding my hand down to show me how wet they are for me.)

54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

My initial thoughts are : 😍❤️🥰💕😘❤️‍🔥

My slightly more thoughtful answer is I love them! I think they’re a beautiful and unique form of self expression, they look sexy as hell, and they’re a lot of fun to trace over with your fingertips while you’re cuddling.

70: Booty or Boobs?

This is like asking me to choose between a beautiful midnight star-lit sky and the fiery hues of a morning sunrise. *sigh* Why must I be taxed with choosing between beautiful things?

(Okay I’m done being dramatic…for now.)

With that being said, if I had to choose. I’d have to say I’m a boob lady. Along with this statement, I want to make a PSA right here and now that I’m a lover of all boobs. Any and all shapes and sizes. I love my hands on them gently squeezing and massaging the soft skin. I love my mouth on them licking and sucking and driving my partner crazy. In conclusion, boobies. But there’s truly no part of a woman’s body I don’t love. If I’m into you I’m obsessed with every. single. inch. of. you.

#this was so much fun! #sorry it took a bit to respond #I took my whole lunch break to write all of this out and then tumblr deleted it when I tried to post 🙃 #ask me some more stuff! #anon #anon ask #ask me anything #sexy asks #sapphic #lesbian #sapphic yearning #lesbian yearning #wlw #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #nblw #this is about lesbian sex #wlw nsft

[catsofcalifornia]

Lancelot from Safe Cat Foundation in San Ramon, California

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Dear Lancelot, I write this as you lay beside me.  I remember when I first learned about you.  It was an urgent plea on Next Door from the shelter, saying your time was running out.  I didn't really know much about cats, having cared mostly for dogs in the past, but I offered to foster you the moment I saw that post. I remember when I picked you up from the shelter.  How you sat in your crate looking at me.  How your mouth made meowing motions but no sound came out.  My heart melted a little at your silent meows. I remember bringing you home, opening your crate as I sat beside you on the bed.  I know some cats take time to adjust to new surroundings so I was prepared to give you space.  But you immediately crawled onto my lap and purred the loudest purrs I'd ever heard as I petted you.  We went through a lot together in the months that followed.  And I bet it was nothing compared to what you went through the months you stayed at the shelter.  You were so listless those first months, barely moving every day, and just skin and bones.  Although I could tell you were hungry, eating caused you pain so you were scared to even approach food.  And you were a master hider.  I had to put a loud bell on you because you found hiding spots I never knew existed.  Looking back, now that I know the real you, I understand just how much pain you must've been in all that time.  That you suffered so greatly and for so long hurts my heart.  But what an astounding trooper you were throughout it all.  Despite how awful you must've felt, you remained so gentle and sweet.  It's been 4 weeks now as I write this that your health started to improve.  8 vet visits, an ultrasound, biopsy, several blood tests, and surgery to have all of your teeth extracted.  You've been through so much in such a short time, but finally I've gotten to see the real Lancelot. And what a delight you are. I love how you sometimes jump on the bed and sleep beside us.  How you curl up in the crook of an arm, or rest your body next to ours. I love how silly you are when you swat at dangling string or rub up against catnip toys. I love how you follow me around the house, from room to room, often running up ahead of me a little as if to say, "I'm gonna get there before you!", and then running the other way as soon as I turn around. I love how you sit in the yard with me as I'm typing away on my laptop or gardening.  How mellow you are and content to watch the passersby. I love how you let me put a harness on you and attempt to take you on a walk because I think all cats have a little bit of dog in them. I love how, when I'm in the other room with the dog, who we keep separated from you, you wait right in front of the door until I come out so that you can be by my side again.  My little shadow, my sidekick. I love YOU, you funny, sweet cat, with the silent meows that every once in a while turn into the littlest squeaks.  I can't believe the changes I've witnessed in you these past few weeks.  Every day has been a gift. I almost can't bear to watch the old video of you at the shelter now because it reminds me of your pain.  I hope your new family never has to see you like that.  But if they do, I hope they will do all they can to take care of you and help to make you feel better.  You may have special needs, but I hope they realize that you're worth it, that you deserve the best. You're now ready for adoption.  This was my end goal from day one, my purpose in your life.  I'm thrilled you've gotten to this point, and that I had the privilege of getting you there.  I'm going to miss you so much.  But the Lancelot-shaped hole you'll leave in my heart will be fair exchange for knowing that you'll fill somebody else's heart. I am filled with gratitude for having known you, Your Foster Mum (Lancelot has FIV and stomatitis, both of which are under control with the help of medication, given with high quality wet food.)    

#cats #california #san ramon #adoption #adoptnotshop

[lesbianwriter]

“I love you.” Supervillain said.

“What?” Villain looked up from her notes, her goggles still over her eyes.

“I said that I love you.” Supervillain smirked, placing her arms on both sides of Villain’s body, effectively pinning her against the table.

Villain laughed awkwardly. “You’re joking…”

“Why would I be joking?” Supervillain asked, her smile wolfish. “I don’t joke about love, dear. If I say that I love you, then I love you.”

Fumbling, Villain grasped at the table for anything to keep her legs from giving out from underneath her. “I—I…no. No, no, no. Villains like you don’t love villains like me. You’re gorgeous and alluring and beautiful and…”

Supervillain watched her, and Villain realized how much deeper she’d trapped herself into the mess.

“We’re not the same evil. I stay here, behind the scenes, and you flirt with heroes and—and seduce people into loving you and what you do. You can’t love somebody like me.” Her throat constricted, and her eyes fluttered around.

The burning in her cheeks didn’t go away, however, and her denial only seemed to fuel the fire of Supervillain’s confession more.

“Why can’t I love you? Hmm?” Supervillain’s hands grasped onto Villain’s wrists, her touch gentle. “You’re an evil genius, and you’ve been with me through everything. Besides…” She pushed the goggles up, now staring directly into Villain’s eyes. “You’re too hard on yourself. You’re beautiful, and you should think that too.”

She moved her hands down to Villain’s cheeks, tenderly cupping it in her palm.

“If I didn’t love you, why would I visit you everyday?” Supervillain continued, gently, her voice a deadly whisper.

“Because you want to make sure I do my work.”

“Well, then why would I stay and talk?”

“…morale?” Villain offered, a squeak slipping past her lips as Supervillain’s nose bumped hers.

No.

It couldn’t be happening.

Supervillain was on another level of villainy—if Villain was good at being bad, then her superior might as well be a goddess. There was a social order when it came to villains. A status quo. The weaklings—the sidekicks, henchmen, and other helpers—they stayed on their side. Compliant. Ready to serve. People like Supervillain were the real deal. They made the orders.

They made people quake underneath their steps as if they were actual divinity.

And Supervillain loving Villain? The idea was laughable. Villain would blink only to discover that it was a prank…something that other higher powers has dared Supervillain to do.

“I love you, Villain.” Supervillain insisted. “I’ve loved you since the first day we met.”

“T—that’s a long time.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Supervillain hummed, her face dangerously close to shattering the tension that swelled thick in the room. “Villain, I want to make up for lost time, but I’ll only proceed if I you want this.”

Villain might’ve fainted if it weren’t for the shape eyes on hers that kept her painfully alert of everything happening. “What if I’m not good enough for you? What if you won’t like me once you really get to know me? I’m not powerful. You’d be better off with somebody stronger.”

“Somebody like Hero?”

Exactly like Hero. Attractive, muscular, and a charmer. That was the type of somebody that Supervillain was on a level with. But Villain knew that Supervillain wanted to be stronger—she didn’t like being weaker, or an equal.

“Yes. Like her.” Villain leaned back, but Supervillain inversely tipped forward, their lips almost touching.

“I don’t like her. I like you, dearest. You understand me.”

“I’m weaker than you…it’s true, Supervillain. I’m not as strong as you—or Hero—and I never will be.” Villain frowned.

Supervillain paused, then chuckled. “It isn’t ruthless bloodshed that wins a war. It’s strategy. Innovations. Cunning. You bring all of that to the table, and I’d be willing to bet that if any other villain knew what you could do then they’d be fighting over you.” Her breath tickled Villain’s skin. “But you’re not with them. You’re here, you’re with me, and I want you to let me love you. I want this to work. I want you to like it too.”

“I’m not good enough.”

“Villain, you’re perfect.” Supervillain breathed out.

—

—

“Doing okay?” Supervillain asked, amused.

“I can’t believe I kissed you.” Villain stumbled to gather her bags before she went home.

“Believe it.” Supervillain passed her the bag, and kissed her on the cheek. One of many times

#supervillain x villain

[eveningspirit]

Many initial reviews of The Peripheral point out that the relationship between the main characters -- siblings -- is a highlight of the show. I want to sign under that statement with both hands. Flynne and Burton Fisher are dynamite.

Here be a review. With pictures

(because no one’s giffing this show yet, and I don’t know how ;) )

Burton is a gamer, ten years in the future, who gets people past difficult levels for money. The trick is that his sister Flynne is an effing genius when it comes to games, and sometimes (often?) it’s actually her who does the job.

[ID: Burton, shirtless, sits in a gamer chair, VR glasses covering half of his face, a device the size of a cellphone in his hands. He’s inside an old, messy airstream.]

[ID: Buton is still in his chair and still shirtless, some tattoos on his shoulders. VR glasses are transparent now. Flynne stands next to him, clearly angry.]

What I liked about that first interaction (in context of the whole episode, don’t get me wrong) is that they argue, Flynne is exasperated with Burton (I will get to the reason in the second part of this review). He blows her off, ignores her accusations and tells her to finish the level for him, because he “has to pee”. And she does it, sits in his chair and enters the game, grumbling that she’s late already.

That’s such a sibling dynamics. 

And then we have it juxtaposed with this moment:

[ID: Burton smiles]

“You know how proud I am of you, right? How good you are at this.”

[ID: Flynn looks up (at Burton) with an expression better described below]

Just look at her face. That’s a little sister who’s craving for her big brother’s approval, and is happy to receive it. And he knows very well she’s better than him, and he’s not threatened by it. There’s love, right there.

And constant bickering.

“Far as I can tell, [in the game] you’re gonna be a version of me.” “I should probably act a little dimwitted, then.”

or

“I was actually in your body!” “Felt like an upgrade, I bet.” “No, it felt fucking weird is what it felt like.”

Too many to quote. There are serious arguments there too, and there is an attempt to bond, which I loved. But first, I gotta introduce the second thing that made me fall for this show.

#

Burton is ex-military (so I have a type, so?). But future military, which means he’s equipped with something called “haptics”.

[ID: a closeup of Burton’s back, with a pattern of outlined shapes along his spine. Some lines end in circles the size of a dime, and some of those circles are blinking]

Those things are supposed to connect him with other soldiers in his unit, who happen to be his childhood friends (there’s an in-universe explanation for that) from the same small rural town in South Carolina. I don’t know if haptics enhance the soldiers’ physical abilities, but mostly the tool makes them act like one, and also allows them instant feedback from things like drones and whatnot. I won’t get into how it all works, the show does it better. ;) I’ll just say that those haptics cause pain.

Now, Burton and Flynne live with their mother (Flynne and Momma in the house, Burton in the airstream next to it), who has brain tumor and is also in a great deal of pain.

That first scene up there, where Flynne is angry at Burton, it’s her accusing him of stealing Momma’s pain pills (which are expensive and only accessible on black market because it’s ten years later... dystopia, much?). She later learns that in fact he was giving Momma his own pills, claiming that “he didn’t need them as much anymore”, when in fact he does need them. But Momma needs them more, right? And then Flynne apologizes for her accusations, and tries to get Burton to talk to her about all this, the pain and what he’s dealing with.

[ID: Flynne sits in the chair in the airstream, she looks somewhat uncertain. Burton stands next to her, fiddling with the gaming gizmo.]

Of course Burton blows her off, they bicker a little, but it’s clear that he appreciates her apology. And appreciates her -- in general.

Just one more picture, from the next episode, when it becomes clear that the game is something else, and that it’s not as much fun as they’d initially imagined. Flynne has to go back in. She’s scared, but Burton’s right there, literally holding her hand.

[ID: Flynne in the chair, in the head-set, with Burton facing her and reaching for her hand]

That’s just episode one and a glimpse of episode two. There’s a lot more good in this show, not to mention the main plot and the mystery, which is mind-blowing. Really good stuff. I can’t recommend this show enough!

It’s only been three episodes so far, the fourth comes out tomorrow morning. I can’t wait!

#the peripheral #flynne fisher #burton fisher #es watches too much tv

[psychelis-new]

i know this might not be the blog for this, but is it okay to come in your ask box and ask about crush tips in general? like, for example, how to increase confidence + self love so you can talk to your crush without being nervous

Yeah ofc. I just don't read crushes' energies cause I don't feel it's okay for me, but it's not that they not exist in real life and you don't have to approach them. Quite the opposite! Go get 'em!! You can always ask about the irl stuff you want to ask for, of whatever type it may be. Let's also add that self confidence and self love do come in handy for you not just to talk to your crush but for ALL the aspects of your life. And in particular, for yourself and your life with yourself.

Just know I might tend to write quite a lot at times. :)

I mean, self love and self confidence start by stopping yourself from diminishing your worth, from telling yourself you're not worthy of anything you have or desire, or that all you are or have done are of no importance and nobody will ever like you or love you cause you mean nothing or there's always someone else better... (As for this last sentence: it could even be. But you're focusing on only one aspect about them, not their whole self. I mean, like in your class: I bet you have/had someone better than you at math, but you were probably better than them at... PE? Idk. It could be anything. But we often focus only on one specific aspect and make it a whole person, when it's not. People are way more complex than that. You too. This other person MAY even be better than you for something -it's still your own opinion-, but this doesn't make them better than you at everything. It makes them, them. Different from you. Which is amazing! And doesn't mean you're bad!! You're just different!!)

Aside from this specific thing I needed to add, self confidence/worth start when you remind yourself of all the things that you have done in your life, of all the things you went through and survived, of everything you are. And when you are objective about all your wins. If you got a good grade, even just one, you did great. If you helped a nanny to cross a street, you're amazing. And so on. Every little thing like just getting out of bed on a very tough day. It's a huge win, you need accolades for it. Now, everytime you realize you do something good, stop waiting for others to acknowledge it or to praise you (and then say "oh it's nothing"... it's NOT nothing!): praise yourself, be the first to congratulate yourself.

If you see a flaw in yourself, character or appearance, remind yourself to whom you are comparing, and why. Standards are made up by society... And remind yourself it's only your perception, and what you consider beautiful, may be different from what others consider beautiful -same for "not nice"- (not to mention self confidence -the one you own when you forget your body shape/appearance and just shine from the inside- does make you attractive no matter what you may think or fear about your physical appearance). Start by adding, after any negative sentence you may tell yourself, a more positive one: "I have a huge nose! ...But I also have a very beautiful smile." Do not focus just on what you don't appreciate of you, focus on what you like. Make that part shine more: remember we all get insecure or have doubts about our appearance, it's okay. Just acknowledge its existance and embrace it but remember it's not that yourself starts and ends there. There's so much more about you, so many levels, depth, passion... let them shine. Remind yourself about them too.

Take care of yourself, body and mind. Do whatever makes you feel good. Move your body, get in touch with yourself, know yourself body and mind. Do not be scared of knowing your darkest parts (just beware that if they seem too much, you can ALWAYS ask for help. You don't have to deal with that all alone, and ofc you can go as far as you feel it's okay for you). Do anything you want to do that makes your mind feel better, and your body as well: even simply meditating/yoga or getting a massage (or using body lotions or whatever you want). And breathe.

Also, take a look at what makes you feel shy or not able to talk with your crush or anyone else: do you fear they won't like you? Or they will judge you somehow? ...You don't know how to keep up a convo and fear being mute? The first ones are easy to answer to: remind yourself they're human, they poop too. They fart, they probably have bad breath in the morning. They aren't THAT special... despite we may tend to put crushes on a pedestal on occasion. But still, they're people. They have flaws too. And even if you cannot see them now, you may see them one day (and I don't mean necessarily red flags! Just human flaws, nobody is perfect ever). Plus, you cannot change the way they perceive you. I mean, it's not entirely up to you how they will react to you, who you are, how you act... You can do your part by trying and speak to them, maybe plan a topic (if it makes you feel more calm) and see where it takes you after the convo starts... but if they don't feel like replying or are rude (for any reason), it's not on you. And it has nothing to do with your self worth, ever.

You're worthy of any type of relationship you desire. And for sure, you're worthy of trying and see by yourself if things can work with a person or not. Remember it's okay also to make mistakes, to be wrong... it doesn't change your worth or make you terrible. It only make you human, as anyone else on this planet, your crush included. they do make mistakes, they do are wrong at times. It's okay. It's hohw you react to that that is important imo: learn and grow from it all. This helps you grow your self confidence as well: being kinder and forgiving with yourself.

Okay, gonna stop here cause that's way too much already... but your topic is very wide, there're so many aspect to consider whrn it comes to self confidence, especially those relating your childhood and your relationships in general, how they went, how you felt, how were you treated... Still, I hope this gives you some hints and help. Take care!

#. #asks #pls leave me a crab for this :'D

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

OH MY GOD SUNNY I'M BEGGING!!! A SNIPPET FOR THE HOBBITS DRAGON HERDER THING PLEASE

LOL! I'm going to be real, I did not anticipate this much interest in this WIP. 🤣 But I'm more than happy to release a snippet! I'm going to take @ragsweas for asking the question originally and @mrsdurin who asked me to tag if I do anything more with it. Here's a small sneak peek!

It was shaping up to be a beautiful morning as Bilbo stepped outside his door, stretching tall to let his back pop. Eyes closed, Bilbo tilted his head to the sun just appreciating the warmth and quiet for a brief moment. Until a shadow crossed his face accompanied by the scent of smoke. Bilbo barely had time to reorientate himself before a bright green dragon roughly the size of a housecat alighted on his shoulder. Bilbo laughed as their head began to rub against Bilbo’s chin insistently.

“And a very good morning to you, Mapheol. How are you and Hamfast getting along today?”

“Your garden is weed free once more, Alpha-Bond.”

“I expected no less with a fine hobbit and dragon on the job.” Bilbo remarked, scratching between her shoulder blades until she began to trill.

“Maefy! You know better than to bother Mister Baggins.” Hamfast declared, popping out of the hedges, slightly out of breath.

“Never a bother, Master Hamfast, as I have said many a times.”

Hamfast stood there, wringing his hands, and shifting from foot to foot.

“All the same, Mister Bilbo. I know you have many duties to attend as the Alpha-Bond that we don’t need to keep you from, especially with the Naming Day approaching.”

Bilbo did well to hide his disappointment. Yes, he did have much to do no matter how much he wished he could squirrel himself away in his hobbit hole. 

“Still, never to busy to hear about the state of my garden.” Bilbo pressed as he pulled out his pipe.

He fumbled with the match when a small flame erupted from the dragon, straight into the bowl of the pipe. Bilbo beamed fondly at the small dragon.

“Thank you Maefy.”

“Of course, Alpha-Bond.”

With that she dug her small claws in just slightly before pushing off to glide back over to Hamfast. Bilbo watched her cool body slink around her master’s neck with no small amount of envy. After all, he could never have that type of relationship with his bonded. Bilbo gave the duo a wave and a quick goodbye before starting his way down the lane.

The closer he got to the heart of Hobbiton, the more dragons were out and about. Crisoss, picking up the groceries for old Mistress Burrows. Gusud, helping Mr. Sandyman with today’s loaves of bread. Nadruth, chasing the crows out of the fields. Each dragon had a purpose, and they were more than happy to comply for the love and horde their bonded provided. 

“Mr. Baggins! A moment if you please!”

Bilbo resisted the urge to sigh as he made his way to Mr. Boffins ‘Hanging Plant’ stand. He was willing to bet this was a complaint against their resident Alpha.

“Mr. Boffins! What can I do for you this morning?”

“Look.” He demanded pointing up to his displays. 

Eggs, roughly the size of a cart wheel, hung from the ceiling in well crafted nets that allowed various herbs and flowers to grow and mold themselves around the eggs. Having learned that unfertilized dragon eggs provided their own warmth and light, there were many creative innovations that have come out of the Shire. The Big Folk of Bree waved it away as the ‘strangeness of hobbits’ having no idea that they kept and bred dragons. Not that they needed to know. The rest of the world had a misguided view of dragons, and the hobbits were perfectly content to keep the private nature of their house pets…well private.

“What exactly am I looking at Mr. Boffins?” Bilbo questioned after a beat.

“The one in the back! Look, Mr. Baggins! It’s already wilting. Now I know caring for Alphas is of no business of mine, but I can’t much take anymore of his surliness if it’s going to keep producing bad batches of eggs!”

“That’s right!” Mrs. Goodbody jumped in. “The light hasn’t been nearly bright enough lately. Even after soaking in the sun all day.”

“It’s affecting the rest of the brood too. My Talla hasn’t uttered a peep in days!”

It was on the tip of Bilbo’s tongue to point out to Ms. Lightfoot that Talla was named Talla the Voiceless and never has much to say. However, as more and more hobbits approached him, Bilbo felt it would be better to address them all at once.

“My fellow hobbits, let me ease your mind. Your Alpha is in good health and mood. The eggs he’s producing are as fit as ever. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

It was at that moment that one of the exhaust vents, which was just a small hill leaking out smoke and steam from below, suddenly erupted in flames causing a small shockwave to rock the Shire along with a frustrated howl. As quickly as it came it was over, and left every hobbit glaring at the red-faced Bilbo. He really, really wished he wasn’t the Alpha-Bond because it was moments like these where Bilbo seriously thought he was going to kill Smaug.

Ask me about my WIP List.

#sunny answers stuff #ask me about my wips #the hobbit #bagginshield #hobbits are dragon herders #bilbo and smaug's relationship is hilarious honestly #i had this written all the way up to bilbo berating him for being a drama queen #but it was like i was already giving you guys a chapter worth of info lol