#but really maybe just a little halp

[ronearoundblindly]

Kissing, lighting and sleepy sex for Hideout Steve and Reader?

I am not prepared. My feels...they shall be too deep and endless. I shall try anyway.

From this dirty ask game for this AU series where Nomad Steve lets motel-employee!Reader soothe his touch-starved body. Lawd, halp me, this is about to get crunk in a tooth-rotting, put-some-pillows-beneath-you you're-gonna-faint type o' way. [y'all can't tell I drank during the eclipse today, right? I'm subtle? Cool.] MINORS DNI.

K - Kissing

ACK My heart! Or rather, there is something deeply adoring for Steve when you kiss his chest, over his heart. It makes him feel just that much more like a person who lives in this world, who belongs in this world, who will return one day to this world...

His hands are also a big one--no, not just actually big hands, but important to show love to because he uses them for such violence. Each kiss is like a little touch of forgiveness for what he's done or had to do with those hands. He appreciates the trust it takes, too, to kiss his palms, when he could easily stop you breathing (sorry, that sounds dark, but Nomad was in a dark place, okay, bad things occur to him now).

Steve loves to kiss your stomach, and it might be somewhat taboo to say, but he has a touch of that crawl-back-home-for-safety comfort thing going on when he presses close and holds your center to him. It's not a mommy kink or roleplay, per se; he relishes the connectedness of being one and curling up against you is the only non-sexual way he knows how to achieve that--like in Chapter 3 when he falls asleep in that position.

As far as leaving marks though? Steve can emphatically say 'hell no,' not on purpose. Pain is a bit, meh, weird for him because he heals so quickly. He might not even notice if you did bite or bruise him. He certainly wouldn't see it in the morning. He does not in any way associate marks with love or affection since he only ever saw them on himself after fights or on women (including his Ma) after being abused.

That is not love to Steve.

It's control, it's dominance, it's inequality, and he fucking hates it.

L - Lighting

Steve entirely defers to you on whether there are actual lights on or off. He likes to use his senses to explore and enjoy you, so without light is fine. He's just here for you.

Steve does, however,--no spoilers for Chapter 5--like ambiance such as candles or something dim and colorful. He thinks you'd look unbelievably perfect beside a sparkling Christmas Tree. He hopes to celebrate (all holidays and birthdays and everything) openly with you some day. The sooner the better.

(Except, no audience for him making love to you under those twinkling lights, please. He's staunchly opposed to that sort of thing.)

S - Sleepy Sex

So, again, no spoilers for Chapter 5, but once Steve gets comfortable with oral sex he is comfortable with oral sex, if you catch my drift.

If he wakes up first, he's on you in some way, arms and legs draped over you, kissing any place he can get to, man-handling you just enough to start something he 100% will finish. He's just...uh god, so attentive.

With the super senses and being a fugitive though, it's not often that you can wake up before him, truly, which limits or completely removes the ability to surprise him with a blowjob, but he will dreamily let you roam wherever your mouth and hands take you. As long as there's lots of contact. As much as possible really. Like lay your arms across his thighs and abs while playing with him. Maybe put your body over one of his legs and ride his foot if you need to. He must feel attached in some way. Cold, distant, or separated does not do it for him.

Here's my absolute, I-will-die, favorite thing about Hideout Steve though: when he's tired/fatigued/worn out/sleepy, he gets louder.

Much. Much. Louder, babes.

No cursing, mostly, but all the moans and groans and whining are totally dialed up. And I don't know about y'all, but I can't really think of anything fucking sexier than Nomad Steve screaming that he's gonna come.

🥵

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Here lies Ro in a puddle. She made up a man she wants and will never have.

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[2010s-nostalgia]

Halp! I want my bedroom to have like a 2010s theme! I think maybe 2012-2014ish. What are some basics, symbols and themes? All my brain can think of is the keep calm and carry on posters ...

So after going through my "dear christ someone wants to decorate their room in the way I, and other people my age, did back in the day. I'm old. Oh god," moment, I have some ideas. Now, the best thing you could do is just think about everything you like, and put it on your wall: print out pictures of artists you like, cut outs from magazines, vinyl covers, doodles, notes, paper chains, pictures of friends is a must for the classic 2010s teen girl room. Also, a corkboard is always a good idea. Just build a collage of things. (People really liked word collages made of magazines as well (ex:below))

I'd also get fairy lights and put them literally everywhere. Wrap them around your bedframe, hang them up, put em on your desk, the possibilities are limitless.

Organize your bookshelf by color, and match your figurines and other little things to their specific color section.

If you have to have symbols associated with the 2010s, go with mustaches. They're the go-to. For colors I'd go with jewel tones, specifically turquoise, or neons. One popular color combination was aqua, light purple, and neon green; my room was like that when I was like 13/14.

#asks

[gingerlurk]

Lovers' Crest | Chapter 7: The Doubt

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: Fallout comes fast when the Mandalorian fails to keep faith in you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), canon-typical violence, eventual smut/filth, post season 3, canon-typical violence, they fight (wah), jealous Din. Uhhhh please advise if there's more to add here thank you

A/N: I'll make a master list page or something at some point (update: HERE IT BE). Halp. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, A03. Thank you for reading!

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‘So, it’s a ship holo.’ If sounding unimpressed could make you float, Mando would be kissing the roof.

‘It is,’ Torre punctuates his words like he’s conducting, ‘ah-no ordinary ship holo. Look.’

Stepping toward the gigantic rendition of a Class H treasury cruiser, you study the layout and details. Long corridors criss-cross either side of a central column, enclosing vault upon vault stacked from hull to rafters. It’s the kind of ship that can only travel at sublight, prioritised as it is to carry as much wealth as possible above the space necessary for a hyperdrive. Well, the wealth plus the armoury bristling with weaponry and a military-trained guard duty. 

You’re trailing your eyes along one of the corridors when you spot it. You give Torre a startled look and focus in closer on the two tiny figures making salutes and bowing.

‘That’s a guard mounting,’ you say. ‘They’re changing shift.’

‘Yyyup.’ Torre shifts around the table and stands beside you, too damn close but you’re distracted. ‘Look there, that’s your quarterdeck patrol unit. They keep to the perimeter.’

You laugh in wonder.

‘What,’ Mando steps forward.

‘It’s live!’ You reach a hand up and twirl the view to the patrol Torre pointed out, pulling in for a closer look. ‘See?’ Seven red-lined holographic figures move in a V; you can even see the rear two figures reaching out and checking whatever’s on the walls.

‘It’s a live fucking feed of what’s happening on this ship right now?’ You turn to Torre. He’s drinking it in.

‘Pretty sweet, right? You would not believe the crew I had to ride with to get a hold on this. Ha, it’s a real story, I’ll tell you all about it, maybe over d—’

Mando interrupts by grabbing your arm and pulling you backward. ‘We need to leave, now!’ He tugs you so hard you stumble a little.

‘Woah. Hey, man, no need to manhandle her,’ Torre says. ‘I know what you’re worried about but trust me, this line has a 100% bonafide, platinum-tier, guaranteed-on-my-mother’s-grave, airtight encryption. No trace. Nothin’.’ He sweeps a hand, whoosh. ‘Wouldn’t have it in here myself if I wasn’t certain.’ 

‘Hey,’ you say, ‘hey, lookit.’ When you’d tripped your eyes had landed on the lowest deck of the ship and you saw it. An energy signature. You suspect you know what it is.

You reach out and pull the spot on the map toward you and Mando, who’s released your arm but still radiates flight or fight reflexes. Maybe flight and fight. But he leans in too when he spots what you’re dragging in on.

The objects are lined with a deep, radiant grey. They sit in a room surrounded by treasures glowing more brightly, but the spot you’re looking at feels infinitely denser, a heavy presence even on the holo. They’re sitting in neat piles on a long bench, dozens of them.

‘There it is,’ Torre says behind you.

‘The beskar.’ Mando straightens and turns squarely on Torre, whose wide grin doesn’t falter. 

He holds hands out, palms up. ‘So, you in?’

Thanks to the depth of intel available on the projection, the plan really isn’t all that complicated. It’s just wildly dangerous and leaves plenty to chance. 

You fidget as Torre explains the steps, looking sidelong every few seconds at the dark and brooding figure beside you. Mando has said nothing beyond demanding more detail, which the wannabe orchestrator of this heist is all too happy to provide.

‘The great news is that this ship is way out there, way on the outer rim,’ Torre is saying. ‘So we won’t have any company to worry about.’

He trails a finger through the flickering image in front of you all. ‘We’ll have to plot a precise path onboard to avoid patrols. It’ll be convoluted and means we’ll have at least eight rounds of airlocks to hack through. Which you’ll handle ably,’ he nudges your knee with his.

‘We program them to open for just a few seconds, then seal shut and go offline, so they can’t be reopened – even remotely – giving us time.’ He drags a corridor in and zeros in on the small room you’d identified earlier. Points at it.

‘We raid the vault, then we head here,’ he shifts his finger to a room full of servers, then spins to a nearby bench and picks up a datalink. ‘Plug in this code I’ve designed.’

You remember Torre’s coding and programming… abilities. Once, when he was in your Uncle’s employ, he’d intercepted and hacked an incoming ship with a rumoured assassin onboard. The ship had jumped to hyperspace, destination an imploding star system. 

You’d heard about that only later though, when it was too late and he was gone. Otherwise you might have tried to learn a thing or two from him.

‘Once this tight little program is running,’ he’s carrying on, ‘the escape pods here will decouple from the system, unlock themselves and become untraceable. We’ll get to a pod, ride a few seconds of freefall and be out of reach. Then we just skip along to a rendezvous. Home free and soaked in riches.’

He sits back, looking smug.

You roll your eyes. ‘Torre…’

‘Hm?’

‘One thing…’

‘Which is?’

‘How do we get on the ship?’ you say, pointing at yourself and making a hopping motion toward the holo.

‘Oh! Well that’s where you come in, isn’t it,’ he says, gesturing a hand up and down Mando. ‘Imaginin’ you have all sorts of tricks up those shiny sleeves to sneak aboard a vessel. S’why I’m even letting you in on this.’

He looks at you and serves up another smirk. ‘Well, and for old time’s sake,’ he grins.

You look at your partner, a little unsettled by his posture – shoulders rigid and fists clenched, like he’s ready to pounce. You lean into his frame of view, try to get his attention, but he seems to be trying to set Torre on fire with his mind.

After a beat. ‘Mando?’ you say.

‘I have a way,’ he says, voice black. ‘It requires a droid though.’

‘Well I’m fresh out. You?’ Torre shrugs.

‘I have a source,’ the brooding figure says. He turns to you, ‘I can drop… him off at the same time.’ You just nod, happy to be keeping Grogu out of this one.

Torre slaps his palms together, showing only excitement and seemingly unaffected by the absolute waves of tension and fury being directed at him.

‘So, it’s settled. You pilot your ship – very capable, I’m certain – to create our ingress. She and I board, navigate on foot while you monitor from the security feeds, which I’ll hack by the way. We take the prize, make our escape and rendezvous. Job’s good!’ He looks between the two of you, smiling wide.

‘Absolutely not!’ Mando barks. You jump at his intensity. It takes you a second longer to register why.

‘Um, no,’ you say. ‘You’re saying you and I go in alone?’

Torre’s smile fades and he thumbs at the holo display. It flickers and disappears. He crosses his arms.

‘Afraid so, sunny,’ he says. Much as you hate having your childhood nickname recalled, him butchering it feels worse. ‘That is non-negotiable.’

You stare at him, incredulous. ‘You can’t be serious?’ 

He drops his arms and waves one over the space where the ship had been hovering moments ago.

‘Look, facts are – we need oversight, we’re already leaving enough to chance. You and I,’ a thumb between your chests, ‘will be fast and quiet.’

You’re gearing up to counter argue – a droid could monitor security, Mando’s stealth would surprise you, you’ve planned this all along haven’t you, you fu— But he stops your thoughts dead. 

‘And, to be honest with you,’ he says, ‘you’re not getting your hands on that stash without my full cooperation.’

The Mandalorian takes a deadly step toward the scheming bastard in front of you, whose hands raise in mock surrender.

‘Wouldn’t do that,’ he says. ‘That ship holo is coded to me specifically. Me alive, I add.’

That doesn’t seem to matter to the towering furnace of hatred bearing down. Time to step in again, it seems.

‘Mando…’ you say carefully. You step around him to face Torre. You don’t have the patience for this. The sooner the job is done, the sooner you can get away from this manipulative and chilling relic of your past. So you stay practical: ‘Is this really the only option?’

Torre just gives you his even, bright-eyed gaze. Its intensity is something you haven’t felt in a long old time and you have to concentrate hard to not break contact. He takes the opportunity to search your face, mouth twisting in an all too familiar hunger.

He doesn’t look away from you but addresses the one you now seem to be shielding him from.

‘What’sa matter, Mando?’ he spits. ‘Don’t you trust her?’

You give him a disgusted look that seems to delight him before pivoting 180, looking up into the sights of the impenetrable T visor.

‘We can do this,’ you say. ‘If this is what it takes?’

Lately, you’ve been able to tell if Mando is looking at you or not. Been able to detect some modicum of silent communication. But right now he’s unreadable. Maybe his eyes are closed? Clenched shut in the furious state of being forced to make a difficult choice. 

Eventually though, you hear a strained exhale and the unmistakable twitch of acquiescence.

‘Very well,’ he murmurs. A slight tilt of the helmet and that’s it. He says no more.

Your bounty partner heads off to deposit Grogu and pick up his sourced droid. He says little before departing, just offers you a clipped ‘watch your back’ and taps a vambrace to your wrist to set your encrypted comms channel, a habit at this point.

It left you with Torre, to sit by the holo to memorise your route through the gigantic treasury ship. It was difficult to concentrate though. One, because you were anxious about Mando’s increasing state of anger and annoyance, and two – Torre would not shut the fuck up.

Reminiscing, sharing stories and – frequently, irritatingly – suggesting getting dinner at a local place that does ‘killer noodles, seriously, they could kill you’. You channel the stony and assured veneer you’d seen on Mando plenty of times now. Waiting patiently as a bounty pleaded, bargained, begged. 

Just let him talk, he’ll tire eventually.

Unfortunately though, this isn’t some random job and the more Torre talks, the more all the shit in your past pushes its way into the forefront of your thoughts.

So you give in, suggest getting the noodles to go. You think food might shut him for a little while. And you argue against eating in because you still needed to be watching the map, even though you’d had the path learned by rote already. Really though, you just don’t want to be anywhere else when Mando gets back.

It does grant a brief respite of quiet, but it doesn’t stop him for long. He slurps up a strand and cocks a look at you.

‘So what was it, huh?’ he asks. ‘What made you forever leave your luscious little life behind and go trekking all over the outer rim kicking ass and taking names?’

‘Hells, Torre. I thought you might remember me in a more flattering light than that,’ you nudge your noodles around the cup. They really were incredibly good, but your appetite was now gone.

‘True, sorry. That world was always too small for you, wasn’t it? But I know you were loyal to it. I learned that the hard way.’ 

Ouch.

You draw a breath. May as well be honest.

‘I did try. But my Uncle… He- he was going to… he was going to sell me,’ you look at Torre and his eyes are hooded, dark. ‘My hand, that is, in marriage. To a fucking monster.’ Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

‘That fucker.’

‘Yeah.’ You laugh. ‘You know what’s funny? He’d paid Mando a not small sum to get me back. When I first heard that I thought… maybe he actually cared. About me.’ You shake your head and put your food down. ‘But the whole time, he’d just had an even bigger endowment on the way.’

‘That’s not really very funny at all.’

‘Yeah,’ you say again. ‘But… I doubt he’ll be making any attempts to find me again. More pressing concerns now. So, I’m done,’ you shrug pathetically. 

Torre reaches out to brush his fingers over your knuckles, bloodless and clenched as they are on your knee. You stare at them, eyes blurred.

Mando picks that moment to stalk in.

He takes in the scene as you stand quickly and wipe at your face, stepping around the table to stare hard at the ship manifest.

‘We are set,’ he all but snarls.

Torre slaps his knees and stands too.

‘Well let’s not burn any more daylight and get into it!’

The hostility cascading off Mando as the three of you board his ship has put you so far on edge you can hardly think straight. It must be the stress of knowing he has to retrieve that beskar, surely. Maybe the riskiness of the plan? Could be.

Or what if he’s just worried about you working alone with Torre? 

It may be all three. But at least you can try to help appease one of those worries right now. Maybe he just needs reassurance you’ll be okay. Remind him you can handle yourself. So, while the Crest navigates toward the warp spot, you make your way up to the cockpit and approach his tense, hackled back. 

He’s situated R5 by the input port. The old droid beeps and rotates, dialled into the instruments. It swivels a sensor to where you hover by your chair. Seems to detect the tension in the air and wheels back to the console, going quiet.

‘I know we agreed we can’t trust Torre,’ you say carefully. His helm twists aside like he’s listening, but he doesn’t turn. ‘And we can’t,’ you add quickly. ‘But I’ll be okay.’ 

A slight rise of shoulders, otherwise nothing. 

‘Trust me,’ you try again. ‘I know how to handle him.’

Mando reacts to that. He scoffs.

‘Yes, you know him very well,’ he grits.

Hang on, what does that mean? Incredulous, kind of affronted, you step back. 

‘Is that what I said?’

‘And I am sure he knows how to handle you too.’

You’re so caught off guard you forget why you even came up here. How could he even think… Like that… He’s giving you his still-as-a-grave stance, waiting for your slip.

‘Hells d’you mean?’ you ask, trying to keep anger and hurt out of your voice. You thought you’d been getting somewhere with him.

‘How did you even know about beskar?’ he snaps, like he’s been waiting to accuse you of something. 

‘What--?’

‘Back in town, at the marshal’s house. You knew it was important. How? You didn’t know a thing about Mandalorians when I met you.’

That sends you back another step. Where is this coming from? You can’t stop the affronted tone from your question.

‘Are you suspicious of me or something?’

Some kind of tide breaks and he finally pivots to glower over you.

‘Amazing coincidence isn’t it?’ he spits. ‘We happen to run into someone from your past with a bounty too good to be true, he knows you, has the perfect plan? Needs exactly what we have? And you’ll just follow him along?’

A rage bubbles up in you and you try to will it down. Swallow, deep breaths. But your best efforts fail. A sudden fury swells between the two of you and you can’t see a way to quell it. 

‘If you’ll remember,’ you say through gritted teeth. ‘I said he was a spy and a schemer. I know what you know. How the fuck can I do any different?’ You wave at his shiny chrome chest plate, furious. ‘I remind you we’re here for you?’

He spins away from you, pretends to adjust dials. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he snarls. ‘I will take the beskar, and you can take whatever riches you can, use it to go back to what you’re used to. The life you had.’

The last word hits you like a blaster to the chest. The floor of the Crest's cockpit opens up and you are in freefall. How… how--? You’d thought he understood you didn’t want that life, told him one of the worst things that had happened to you in that place. You chose to leave them. Chose this life. You’d thought he understood.

‘I didn’t choose that life. I chose this one, I chose y—’

‘But you did choose it.’ He’s so riled up he doesn’t hear you. ‘When I asked you to stay, you told me you had to go back.’

‘Had to, not wanted to!’

He whirls back on you, leans in. ‘Is there really a difference? You would have stayed if not for your family trying to sell you off. I’ve never seen a person more at home in gold and gems and--’

‘That isn’t what I want!’ Your voice rises. ‘How could you think that about me?’

‘How am I supposed to know what you want? You are like an open book sometimes, then you shut yourself up out of nowhere.’

‘Well better a book than a blank fucking wall,’ you may be screaming now. ‘I don’t get to read you at all!’

R5 interrupts the molten fire spitting between you. The Crest is on approach. You just wrench away and march to meet Torre at the hatch, not looking back once but knowing the Mandalorian is going to bring you in to retrieve his treasure anyway.

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[deathbxnny]

Hi hi hiiii

I believe I've already sent this request to you. But that was around when you decided to purge your requests and go on the mental health break (no judgements on my end, ones mental health is more important than anything on the internet), so I figured I'd redo the request if you're cool with that!

Might I request something platonic with the leading lady trio of HI3rd. Basically them (seperately) with a younger sibling!reader (in the case of Bronya, maybe younger sibling figure?) who they discover is a herrscher, and they (younger sibling!reader) is all freaked out because they aren't sure what's going with themself. What is this "voice", why does it want them to hurt the people around them?!

Onee-san(s) halp!

Could be drabble, could be headcannon, whichever you feel like doing more.

Oh, and btw, might I offer you some water in these trying times? 🌊🌊🌊

Hello there, Anon! I don't mind you resending the request at all, and thank you for understanding! I love your request and hope you'll like this! Also, thank you for the water!<33

Content: slight angst, fluff, this is Pre-Sirin awakening again for simplicity sake, child reader, main trio are older sister figures, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

《Kiana Kaslana》

Kiana was stunned, when she found out that you were a Herrscher. The signs were there, but perhaps she had just hoped for your sake that it wasn't true. But alas, seeing the sheer panic on your face made her determined to help you as much as she could. She had sworn to take care of you ever since you first got here and this revelation wouldn't change that.

Once she fully understands the situation, she begins trying to calm you down, fully understanding and relating to how you feel. She most likely will ask Himeko for help, if her words aren't enough. She just wants you to know that you aren't alone and that you being a Herrscher doesn't make her love you as her little sibling any less.

She tells you to come to her, whenever the "voice" is being mean or trying to make you do bad things, so she can "kick it's ass". In reality, she'll just take you somewhere nice to distract you, so the Herrschers power over your mind wears off. She tries her best to help you with the knowledge she has, even if her methods may be chaotic or immature. But seeing you smile or laugh as a result always makes it worth it.

《Raiden Mei》

Mei is calm and collected, when she sees the fear on your face and realises what you really are. At first, the thought of having to take you down, if the Herrscher took over, scared her, but she didn't let it overpower her senses. Instead, she helped you contain it and reassured you, that she'd never let it take over you. She gives you a warm hug, her mind trying to remember if there were any signs. Perhaps she just didn't want to think about the possibility.

Either way, she doesn't visibly treat you differently. If anything, she coddles you more than she already did, making you warm meals and taking you out for some training exercises outside every day. She wants you to learn how to self-discipline yourself so that you never let the Herrscher in you win.

Whenever you need emotional help, she'll be there to calm and love you. She listens to your concerns, quells your fears, and tries to come up with solutions to your problems. If you just need to be held, then she'll be there for it too, of course. Doesn't matter for how long, either.

《Bronya Zaychik》

Bronya didn't know what to do. She wasn't good with emotions, nor did she particularly ever calculate something like this ever happening. The possibility never crossed her mind and now that it has, she found herself freezing up for a moment to process the situation. Your screams for help make her quick to act once more however, as she simply pulled you into a hug, quietly trying to convey that she's there for you.

She doesn't treat you any differently and instead comes up with solutions around your issues. She tries accommodating you the best she can, although that makes her lack the emotional side you'd need from her. Bronya tries her best however to listen to your worries and fears, so that she can quell them in the best way she can.

Ultimately, she simply makes sure you know that you can rely on her. She'll save you from yourself when the day comes, if she really has to. But for now, she just wants you to hug her and cry it out, whilst you let her handle everything.

Alrighttt! I hope this was okay for you and that you liked it, Anon! Thank you again for your request and patience!<33

#honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact fanfic #honkai impact x reader #honkai impact #hi3 x reader #hi3 bronya #hi3 bronya x reader #hi3 raiden mei #hi3 raiden mei x reader #hi3 kiana #hi3 kiana x reader #hi3 #hi3rd #hi3rd fanfics

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.4

First Part Next Part

It’s been over a month I’m so sorry 😭😭😭 it’s here now, and there are some things that didn’t make it into this post, but that just means more parts!

—

Guy started showing up on stream more often than he did in chat. Though, to protect his privacy, he wears sunglasses and a face mask.

Every time he seems to have a different set.

A face mask with a smiley face, or maybe it's rainbow colored, or (his favorite) a pizza pattern. Sometimes he wears one that is plain black with a small heart in the middle (honey likes to kiss the heart but not on stream ofc).

As for the glasses, I made this post talking about those ;w;

Every time he buys a new pair Honey has to go in and change out the lenses for darker ones so no one can see his eyes. They are very particular with Guy staying anonymous, they care about his safety more than they care about anything.

And unless he's willing to carry pepper spray and a pocket knife with him while he works, he is not allowed to show his face.

He loves how protective honey is, he thinks it's the cutest damn thing.

—

The first time he showed himself, he and Honey had planned it beforehand. In the middle of their stream, he knocked on the door.

Honey made a big show of faking a dramatic gasp, and saying "whoever could that be??"

They open the door, and Guy steps in like 💃💃

"Oh my god, is that the Guy??"

Guy T-poses, "it is I, The Guy."

Chat lost their shit.

MY BOY ITS HE

GUY REVEAL [NOT CLICKBAIT] *EMOTIONAL*

Oh my 😳😳

HOT DAMN

loOK AT [HONEY'S] SMILE IM FUCKING SWOONING

beautiful beutiful butiful BETTYFUL BOOOOOYYYYYY

WHY HE DANCING LIKE THAT

DAMN HE GOT CAKE

Guy had quite the ego boost after that…

—

Sometimes while sitting next to them on camera he'll slowly start to lower his face mask just so Honey will hold his face "to keep the mask on".

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looks to their right to see Guy eyeing them while slowly lowering the face mask. They roll their eyes and huff, practically throwing their controller onto the desk in front of them. They take Guy's face in their hands, squishing his cheeks, and give him a hard glare.

It goes on for a few seconds, Honey's intense gaze boring through him. They lean a bit closer and their forehead presses against his, never breaking eye contact.

"Stop doing that shit," they say in a low voice that makes Guy's knees feel weak. "Please," they add quietly, and all he can do is nod.

—

The fanart increased, and this time it wasn't weird because people had more of an idea as to what Guy looked like.

Guy still thinks it's adorable, and he has taken to finding ways to share this incredible art with the world in many ways.

He likes to print out the pictures and hang them on the fridge.

He calls the people in chat his children.

Or, at least, he did until they started calling him daddy…

Now they're just his chaos squad.

—

Guy made a second Instagram account to post on without showing his face (as if he ever even posts on his personal acc)

His stories are… interesting

First there's a picture of a grasshopper he found outside with the caption "look at this dood", then you see a really blurry photo with the caption "ASGFKDGFGSJ HALP ITS EVIL".

He posts little videos of Honey 🥺

They're chilling on the couch, their legs draped over Guy's, and he turns the camera towards them with a cat face filter.

Honey makes eye contact with the camera and sticks their tongue out a little bit anD THAT LIL BLEP WITH THE DOODLE CAT EARS AND WHISKERS WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE GUY FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM ALL OVER AGAIN

Before the video cuts off you can hear him make a little gasp and the caption is "I love them"

Fans think this confirms their relationship until they see Honey's story has a video of Guy in the kitchen humming the macarena—and half ass dancing to it—while making pizza rolls with the caption "if there was a zombie apocalypse, he would die first", and it makes them think maybe not…

—

Ever since Guy's debut, he joins chat less often (much to their disappointment), but what Honey doesn't know is that this was all part of an elaborate plan cooked up by none other than their menace of a boyfriend.

He wanted to spoop them. That's a harmless little prank, right?

WRONG

Honey has the most VIOLENT reactions when they get scared, you DO NOT want to be on the receiving end.

But nooooo, Guy just wants to be a little shit.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey was playing The Mortuary Assistant. It's one of the few games that actually scares them from time to time, because of how unpredictable it is.

It was quiet, Honey wasn't really talking with chat. They were invested, double checking everything to make sure they were burning the right body.

Chat was basically left unsupervised, like a small child lost in the McDonald's play place.

Why do the feet have jiggle physics

✨realism✨

wouldnt the bodies be stiff tho? rick-a-morris or something?

RICK A MORRIS?!?!??!?

It's rigamortis, sweetheart

Ihatethisgameihatethisgame

EW EW NO GET THAT LIPLESS NO EYELID HAVIN ASS OFF MY SCREEN

WHY IS IT NAKED

Boy out here looking like salad fingers 🥗☝️👅👅

I’d smash ngl

Hi [Honey] <3 hope you're having a good day xoxo

That does not look like salad fingers

🌝✨rUstY💫🌚 💦🦴spOOnS🦠🥄

Baby girl got some mommy issues 😘💝😚

Lmao same 🤣😂😆

R u ok?

No :')

Can't have mommy issues if you never had a mom 😝😝

PLEASE-

Y r u joking abt this?? 😢😢

Where are the therapist people in chat?

Laughter is the best medicine ☺️☺️❤️

There they are

Alright, now everyone say 5 positive things about yourself

No

What if we don't?

I SAID 🔫🔫🔫 EVERYONE SAY 5 POSITIVE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF🔫🔫🔫

HoneysHeaven: hello :)

Still no

GUY

GUY

MY GUUYY

BABY BOY BABY

HELLO 👋👋👋👋👋

HE HAS RISEN

GUY

PRAISE JUGULAR

HoneysHeaven: shh 🤫

EEEE

shh?

Ooh we be sneaky now

Y shh?

HoneysHeaven: everyone keep [honey] distracted I'm gonna spook them >:)

OOOH OK OK

SHHHHH

Oops

Pranky time 😈😈😈

Spoopy scary skeletons

Go Guy Go

On camera, you can see Guy verrry carefully open the door. He sneaks in, ever so gracefully, only tripping over himself a maximum of two times.

Despite his few hiccups, he managed to get in without Honey noticing (somehow)

Y'know that meme picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up on Henry Cavill? Yeah, that's what it looks like right now.

Honey was in the middle of a sentence when Guy pounced on them.

He wrapped his arms around them from behind and went, "BOO!"

Honey yelped and swung an arm behind them.

They've never had any training, but like… they've got a pretty damn good right hook…

They punched Guy in the face.

He fell to the ground, holding his nose, and laughed out a groan in pain.

JESUS FVCKING CHRIST

NOOOOOOOO

LMFAO 🤣🤣🤣🤣

GUY NO HIS FACE IS BROKEN

I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA 😭😭😭

Honey immediately realized what they'd done and a hand flew over their mouth. They were kneeling next to Guy within seconds.

They cupped his face, "holy shit, are you okay!? Let me see-"

Guy's glasses had been punched off his face, but since he was on the floor, Chat couldn't see.

He had tears in his eyes though he was laughing and saying he was fine.

Honey felt so fucking bad.

"No, Honey, I'm fine really. You don't have to- no! Oh noo, Honey don't cry!"

They weren't crying, they were just… teary.

A lot just happened all at once. They got scared, and they punched their boyfriend in front of around 200k people, and they're pretty sure his nose is broken. Leave them alone.

Guy pulled off his face mask, revealing his bruised, bloody nose. Yeah. That's broken.

Honey's eyes were full of so much guilt, you'd think they murdered someone's puppy.

They did.

Their puppy.

They said sorry so many times, they sounded like a broken record. They held Guy, with their face buried in the crook of his neck, mumbling apologies, before finally coming to their senses and turning off the stream to take Guy to the hospital.

He wasn't mad at them. Of course he wasn't.

But Honey was mad at themself, because how could they ever hurt Guy like that!?

He insisted it was fine, that he understood it was a reflex, and that he shouldn't have scared them (because he knows they react violently).

Regardless, Honey sucked up to him so much while his nose was healing, let me tell you.

They babied him, they coddled him, they waited on him hand and foot.

Guy hated that they felt so guilty, but he was getting so much love and affection, so…

He wasn't even that badly hurt, these two are just dramatic

—

After that little fiasco, Guy's account now has a special alert to let Honey know that he's in chat (so he doesn't go do something stupid like that again).

At first the sound was a little ding noise, but then Guy changed it.

Now it starts playing the jaws theme.

#i know this wasnt as interesting as the other parts T^T im sorry #these were the things i was able to write down while off my meds #but since im back on them hopefully part five will have some more fun stuff #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted honey #redacted guy #redacted pizza guy #redacted streamer!honey #redacted fanfic

[dynamic-k]

I am so sorry for not updating much aside from the Guessing Game (which is super easy even on zero coffee).

I have been tired and busy and trying to finish assignments, and as a result, writing got pushed to the back burner for a bit.

Stay tuned and thank you for your patience!

I sure hope you all don't end up like:

XD [meme by Xyna]

Anyways, as far as a specific date is concerned for when chapter 4 of Arc Two will be out... uhmmm, I have no idea.

I'm almost done with it, yes, but there's a conversation scene I'm trying to nail just right and it isn't cooperating. XD

I'll get it soon, fret not.

Small Hollowhead chapter 5 is the closest to being finished out of every other fic I have been focusing on. If I'm lucky with my time today, I may even be able to wrap that up and post within the next few hours, but no promises.

I have also re-picked up my beloved Red Menace series. Whoops. I left that one on the floor for a bit. 😅

And Second's Tale may be a little while too. I am trying to take my time with that one since I still have no solid plan for the final chapter. And with how close I am to the end, l really wanna get it right! Maybe even better than how I ended Super Sticks - Arc One, if that's even possible.

All in all, I thought I may as well update so everyone isn't wondering if I'm dead or abandoning ship.

I WOULD NEVER ABANDON SHIP. WRITING IS MAH LIFE, GUYS.

Also, I got like this finance book I was supposed to read back in November of 2023, and I still haven't and the book report rough draft for that book I haven't read... is due tomorrow. And the final draft is due the 28th...

DBSJBWJDJW

I'm procrastinating on a writing assignment. Who knew...

Why can't my writing assignment be little baby Second instead of three things I learned about this financing budget book?

I know this is important, but it's boring important!!

halp

#Apologies my fellow audience #Super Sticks AU #Small Hollowhead AU #A Second's Tale AU #Red Menace AU

[theodoradevlin]

|Bathed & Bruised|

Summary: Sebastian Sallow x MC. Prefect Bathroom Shenanigans. Smutty Drabble at no particular point in time.  Hurt/Comfort because life’s been SHITE recently and I could probably use some of it myself. So please accept this one shot as a result of built up life angst. 

Also someone HALP …I fear I spend way too much time on the build up... but need to work on detail of the smut. So…maybe next time no build up and just smut LOL what a terrible excersice to try oh darn

Word Count: 3.4k

It had not taken Theo long to make quick work of those damned loyalists. There had been an irritating amount of them, but she had handled them all the same. 

She had killed them all. Death had stained her hands in increasing measures as the weeks went on. 

But it was to protect the school, she told herself.

She had to. 

She didn’t let herself consider that there was some other reason she had become comfortable with that elephant in the room. The murderous side of her. No.. she wouldn’t think of that long. She couldn’t. 

In the current moment, she didn’t know if it was late at night, or early in the morning by the time she got back to the castle. Luckily, she had managed to save enough Floo powder to travel from the coast back to Fig’s classroom, her battered body clumsily making immediate impact with the floor as she groaned. 

An irritated scoff echoed in the hall, which she had anticipated to be empty. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”  His voice was flat, and entirely unamused. 

She heaved herself up on to her legs, only to see Sebastian laying on the bench across from Fig’s class room. 

“Have you been sleeping here all night?!” Her incredulous whisper rang out in the hall, but not before Sebastian’s gaze snapped back to her. 

“Have I been sleeping here all night? No. Mostly I was pacing a damn hole in this floor since I figured this had something to do with Fig, or some genius plan you hatched on your own, while failing to tell me. So again, no. I haven’t been sleeping much at all since you keep deciding to run off on your own and come back looking like this.” His equally incredulous whisper shot back at her. 

Color rose to her cheeks in frustration as they regarded each other. As their eyes met, Sebastian paused to really look at her, his eyes turned hollow as they spotted a soft purple hue gracing her cheek. Blood smeared across those lips he had kissed only the night before. His exacting gaze took it all in, his jaw twitching. 

He wasted no time making his way over to her in a direct line. 

Instantly, his hands were on her.  Gentle. Surveying the damage he could see, sick at what he couldn’t. 

“Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

Theo’s brows knitted together in annoyance. 

“Go where? It’s nearly-“ 

He cut her off. 

“Prefects bathroom is closest - and likely deserted at this time anyhow. So let’s go. You need cleaning up.” 

She opened her mouth to protest again, but when she did she felt the pang of pain from the bruise deepening on her cheek. Looking down, there was undoubtedly a multitude of blood stains crusting her clothes, some of it hers, some of it not. She had used quite a bit of Bombarda, and it had resulted in some rather explosive debris. Perhaps he was right. 

“Fine. I’ll go. But afterwards, promise to stop fretting like an old nursemaid, Sallow.” Theo consented as he gently grabbed her hand, leading them towards the staircase. He didn’t even look back at her as he growled, 

“I’ll do no such thing.” 

Then, another deep breath, and then most in a most confused voice:

“Nursemaid? Really?”

~

They stalked along the edges of the corridor, as fast as her battered body would allow, Sebastian giving gentle pulls on her hand as he led the way. Before breaking into the faculty tower, he essentially forced the wiggenweld down her throat…but despite her protests to not waste it, it thankfully allowed her to breathe a little easier, mending what must have been a broken rib. 

As they rounded up the staircase, he peeked his head up to see that there were no prefects around - the castle all still sound asleep, save the two of them. The absence of their sleep schedules, as torturous as it was during the day, seemed to open up an entirely new world at twilight. 

He ushered her into the prefect’s bathing room, before casting a lock spell on the door to ensure that no one else would find their way in. They had another few hours before the earliest of morning birds awoke.

Theo leaned against the wall, breathing in deep, her eyes taking in the extravagant room, with its multitude of golden faucets, and tiled mosaic lining every inch of the blue and white walls…she had only been in here once before, to nab a Demi-guise. She hadn’t had the time to appreciate the way the light from the stars gleamed through the stained glass windows, fleeting across the cerulean bath water like fairy lights. 

It was calming in here. She couldn’t be terribly angry that this is where he had brought her to.

Her head swiveled back to Sebastian as he slowly took his robe off, heedlessly letting it drop to the marble tiled floor as he rolled up his sleeves coming over to her. 

He moved aside her hair to see that the bruises continued to flower across her jaw, neck. He inhaled.

What did you do to yourself, Thee?” He said, his voice clipped, broken, as if he couldn’t bear the site of her battered body any longer. His breaths were ragged as his fretting and gentle touches brushed against her cheek, her arms, pausing on each purple bloom of the bruises on her skin. 

She noted the panic in his eyes. She had seen that need, the burn for him to protect. She saw it when he looked at Anne, during the painful bouts of her curse. She would not be another burden to him. 

“I’m fine, Sebastian. Nothing I haven’t done before… I’m absolutely fine.” 

It didn’t matter how many times she said it. He passed her a curt glare, and lowered himself to his knees to inspect closer. 

His breath passed along her abdomen as she stilled herself against the coolness of the wall, in contrast to the heat of him so near her.

“Fine? I think you’re lying to me.” He accused her gruffly, as his searching hands went to determine for himself, undoing her buttons of her blouse, gently parting the fabric to expose the trail of cuts and bruises that continued underneath. 

Her beautiful abdomen had been painted in an unforgiving litany of dark and angry colors.

“Dammit, Theodora.”

He hissed sharply, his eyes squeezing tight as he looked away, his hands gripping her on each side as if to hold himself up, but still careful to avoid the bruises. 

She breathed shakily. His reaction to her was startling. Startling enough for her to realize she had been pushing herself so hard, that she hadn’t even realized the state she had been in. Not until she watched as it crushed Sebastian in front of her. How could the destruction of her body not make her feel the same? She had been so focused…

“Seb…I..I’m really okay-“

He ignored her pleas, leaning his forehead against the plane of her thigh. Her beautiful body. She was fighting a war for everyone but herself, and yet the only one taking the hits. 

“You…You’re covered in more bruises each time I see you.”  His breath was pained as it skirted across her lower stomach. She could hear how angry he was, and she didn’t know if it was at her, or at himself.

“It’s an occupational hazard…” She tried to lift the tension with a half hearted jest. 

He gritted his teeth. 

“Of what occupation, Devlin? Hanging around me? Or doing Fig’s bidding? Or of putting fucking everyone before yourself? How about you explain that to me? ” He snapped.

She stilled at the emotion in his voice. Her hand came up to his jaw, lifting his gaze up to her. In some ways, it could be mistaken for supplication. But she knew that couldn’t be possible. Not for him. Not towards her. Yet here he was. Kneeling in front of her, with fervor in his eyes as he looked up towards her. 

She cleared her throat. 

“…It’s not like that. It’s nothing that I can handle. You would do the same.”

He grimaced again at her words. 

“Devlin - I swear you’re fucking wrong. Because this is something I can’t handle. I refuse to handle. You. Hurt. All the damn time….this is not something I can agree to handle. ” He breathed in admonition as his gaze reached upwards, she heard the strain in his voice, and saw the fear in those brown eyes that were near black in emotion as they gazed upwards. 

“Ominis has told me you’ve been limping in the halls. Clutching your side in class. He had to help you up the stairs the other day when I was gone in Feldcroft for Merlin’s sake.” 

He continued, breathless at the panic in his voice. 

They stood there, as he remained on his knees, trying to force air in through his lungs

“I…” Theo swallowed again. Ominis had even been worried about her? She …she had been so busy with everyone…Poppy..Natty…Fig…she hadn’t even seen it herself. She hadn’t had a moment to. She didn’t even realize anyone had noticed.

As if Sebastian read her shocked expression, he laughed darkly, just once.

“You and that damn Hufflepuff need to put everyone first.” His eyes burned into her as he pressed a fleeting kiss to her stomach. “… I told you once. I’ll tell you again. I can’t loose you. I won’t. So please. Please. If for no one’s sake but your own - put yourself first Devlin… I beg you. You’re going to tear my damn heart out if you don’t tear yours out first from letting it bleed for everyone else.”

His pleas were murmured against her skin, but reached into her core and had her burning.

Gruffly, he stood, and his face was flushed. He gently shrugged off her unbuttoned shirt until it joined his robe on the ground. 

“I’m going to take care of you, now.” He murmured. 

Theo didn’t trust her voice to speak. Didn’t find it in herself to remind him that he always had taken care of her, anyhow. 

His fingers unbuckled the buttons holding her skirt in place, then neither of them broke their gaze as the next piece of fabric hit the floor as well. 

She slid off his own shirt, then tugged on his belt loops in protest of the layers of his own clothes that still remained. 

As their last articles of clothing fell away, he led her slowly towards the bath, those doe eyes of his locked on her the entire way. 

She shivered at the feel of the water as they sank in deeper, walking until it met her shoulders. 

He brought her close to him, turning her as the warm water enveloped her muscles. She allowed her self to lean her back against his chest, his hands taking her arms, crossing his own over hers as he held her to his chest. 

 She shuddered at the weightless feel of the bath, of the blood and dirt slowly coming off her skin. Of the feel of his breathing against hers. 

“Don’t let go.” She murmured deliriously at the feel of it.

 He nuzzled her neck.

“Never.” 

He drew up water in his hands, as he let it gently fall down her hair, smoothing it softly as he washed away any traces of the battle that was left. Her hair was always so curly, he forgot how long it actually was as the red tendrils spread across the water like a water nymph. 

He held her like she was the most fragile thing, when he knew in reality she was the strongest thing he’d ever seen. 

She allowed him to continue to rub the dirt from her face, her arms, inspecting every inch of her until she felt it all fall away. 

He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her neck in reverence, and as the small moan slipped from her lips, there were multiple parts of his body that ached to take care of her. 

He turned her towards him then, lifting her slightly up out of the water, backing them both up until she was arching against the edge of the tub. He pressed more kisses. She was his anchor. He was hers. He pressed a kiss against the darkest bruise. Against the scar he had helped heal across her abdomen.

His lips continued almost of their own accord, as he placed more pressing kisses against her stomach so intently that pressing she found herself letting loose a sigh. 

“Ah..” She gasped softly, as he continued to press his doting lips on each mark, cut and bruise on her stomach and side, leaving no bruise untouched, shifting her up higher to grant himself access to her hip bones peaking over the surface of the water, just above the spot he loved most.

 Her hands tangled gently in his hair as she enjoyed his fretting touches, her red wildly hanging in wet locks around her vision, and his brown curls dripping with moisture into his hooded eyes as he watched her. 

“Mmmm…you know you make it hard to make promises to be careful when this is the welcome home I receive…” She murmured breezily as his fingers started to trail up her thigh, in tandem with his mouth trailing down her hips. Hoping to both meet somewhere in the middle…

“Mn.” At that most irresponsible comment from her, he gave her a gentle nip in warning against her thigh. “You’re missing the point, my dear Thee. This isn’t a reward. Don’t make me torture you instead - because I will.” 

She had no doubt about that. A smile broke across her lips despite herself.

“I thought you were under the impression I did enough of that myself…?”

His kisses turned more relentless, as all of a sudden a finger parted her folds, slipping into her with confident and deft hands. 

As she gasped against his palm, he chuckled darkly in agreement.

“You do..All heroes do it seems.” He nipped again against her hip, a demand for her to spread her legs slightly wider to allow him to continue his caress of her. His mouth trailed against her until it reached the bundle of nerves at her apex. His tongue flicked against it, but didn’t make another move until he murmured against her, “….And for whatever reason…You seem intent on being one.” 

Her eyes met his in confusion, but his gaze shifted until it glazed over at what he wanted to worship more. 

His breath skittered across the core of her, and she shivered at the feel of it. His tongue darted out to press against her, moved in circles at the center of her, while a second finger slipped in to press and curl in, parting, coaxing her, and making splashing noises as the water swirled around his movements. She shuddered at him undoing her. 

“Despite….how it tortures me. I think you enjoy doing that…” She barely croaked out as she leaned back further over the edge, arching dramatically at the angle and his touches. 

He  didn’t answer, just watched as he continued to work, appreciating her writhe as he continued to taste her. 

She keened at the feel of it. 

“I …I don’t - I don’t - I’m not a…” She huffed out in gasps, struggling to speak as a result of what he was doing with his mouth. 

His free hand left the grip he had on her upper thigh to silence her mouth, before he stood up. She whined at the absence of his mouth on her. 

He pressed against her, and their wet bodies slid together perfectly. The hardness of his thick length was already pressing deliciously against her. He hadn’t yet removed his hand from her mouth. 

“No talking.” His eyes watched her carefully, “…You haven’t listened to me-  ever - it seems. So now you’re going to make up for it…and not…talk..”

“Hah…” She threw her head back obliging,  as he continued to lean against her, his slick abdomen pressing against her own wet body, her breasts peaking at the trickle of water against air, against his chest as one of his hands stabilized her lower back, the other rubbing a thumb across her nipple gently. 

He leaned into her as her legs started wrapping around him, his kisses soft as a butterfly against the tenderness left on her neck,

His mouth pressed against hers, coaxing it open as his lower lip pressed her own down, allowing his tongue to snake into her mouth. Her own pressed into his, the gasps of breath barely there between the absence of space as everything closed between them in frantic movements. 

 She stumbled slightly off the ledge, but his other hand quickly ran up the back of her thigh to hold her against him, as he grabbed her other leg to lift her completely off the ledge. He lowered them both back into the water, as their kisses pressed together faster, yet gently, Sebastian careful in each way he held her to not hit the bruises in a way that wasn’t tender. They were both bruised, and battered. And yet not one scar had not been left un-worshipped. Not since the first day. Their scars are what had bound them together. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

She could drown in this. In him. If she wasn’t already. 

“Now…”He breathed against her mouth as he aligned his hips beneath her, pinning her against another edge. “How about I show you how well I can take care of you..?” He prodded at her entrance, the thick feel of him so enticing she was cursing the water for not letting her slide down sooner. She writhed towards him but he held her up. 

“Tsk…none of that. Not until you promise….that next time your reckless..you’re not reckless alone. You’re reckless with me.” 

His eyes met hers, and despite the lightness in his voice, she heard the serious question behind it. 

Do not do this alone. Let me help you. 

She nodded, pulling him back towards her. He gasped as her mouth answered in frantic movement. She would never be alone. Not as long as he was there. 

“Never. Only with you. Only you.” She breathed out as she guided him into her. He groaned as her hand allowed him to slip inside of her. His only response in his hand that snaked into her hair, pulling her head back towards him, as he pressed into her, filling her deeper. 

They both huffed gasping breaths at the feel of him inside her, moving together, letting the water ripple at the momentum of it all. Her legs wrapped around him as his arms gripped the sides of the bath for leverage. 

There was nothing but them in this twilight. There was no hurt, there were no obligations - no promise but to each other. 

She cried out as he hit her center, clenching around him. He responded in a grinding motion, groaning at the feel of her that enveloped him. 

“Thee- gods…you …” 

“Yes…”

“Ah..fuck.” His mouth captured hers again as he pumped harder, the water completely sloshing now, as he buried himself deeper and deeper. 

She broke away, her head tilting back and falling against him, screaming out. 

“Seb- You’re - ah - “ 

She moaned and cried out as her orgasm shuddered through her…her walls clenched around him, and he gave himself to her completely, sputtering and rolling until he completely spent himself inside of her, gasping into her ear.

Slowly, her legs unwrapped and his arms came around to her waist again, as they floated, her hands mindlessly twisted in his wet curls as he drew them both in the bubbly waters. He pressed a kiss to her neck, that he was currently nuzzled in as he held her against him.

“So…should we actually get clean now?” She murmured, blissfully. 

He chuckled.

“While I prefer the dirtier version of ourselves, perhaps not a bad idea.” His eyes squinted as the silver light peeking through the stained glass started to turn the room amber. “..Especially since I expect dawn is here….prefects will be barreling in soon dying to give us another detention.” 

She pouted, lamenting the fact they would have to hurry to get out and dried soon as to avoid being caught. 

“Well like I said - I’m only reckless with you Sallow. And if this bathroom routine is reckless…I’d vote to make it a habit.” 

He pulled her under the water, attacking her with aquatic kisses before coming up for air. Although he never felt like he could come up for air with her. 

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow smut #if you see typos...no you didn't #hurt x comfort #theo devlin #prefect bathroom fun #sebastian sallow fanfiction #probably needs more editing but again NO PATIENCE

[xsezzie]

Can you do Jing for the questions please?

HELLO YOU BET I CAN DHF;LSAJ I love him and I love you anon for sending him in owo (ignore the weird formatting on the numbers tumblr is being dumb as usual ahdhsja) 💕

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

I would give him a 7-8 🤔 I don’t think he’s insanely ticklish but it’s enough if you get him in a decent spot heheh where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

I haven’t decided official spots for him yet in my HCs but I feel like his neck and back would be ticklish. Maybe his ribs 👀 which spots are they not ticklish?

Interestingly he’s not ticklish on his feet, and supposedly his armpits (but he may just be good at hiding it 👀) what is their laugh like?

Deep rich laugh 🤤 obviously will get a little more high pitch if he’s tickled for longer periods of time do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

This guy is a fucking tease and he knows it, he will tickle for playful purposes only. Or interrogation 😶 are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

I see him as a ler a bit more but he can have his lee moments (I’ll make him 👀) who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

Probably Yanqing 😂 Poor boy gets wrecked by his master too much. And honestly he will tease any of his friends and subordinates when he can who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

Probs his master Jingliu and the others (insert leaks here) people 👀 does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Nope! He probably uses it against others though 💀 are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

He’s not embarrassed, but he will definitely try to hide this weakness of his since he doesn’t want anyone getting the upper hand hehe would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

I think the gentle tickles, rough is what he’s used to but those soft traces and he’s like HALP STAHP 🥰 is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

Despite it being really ticklish, his back~ he loves that ticklish feeling and trying to stop himself from laughing, mans got no shame in regards to his ticklishness is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

His ribs are too sensitive for rough tickles and it starts to hurt if you be too firm on them. A nice gentle kneading will work though 😌 would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

This man is too smug to come down to such a level of bugging someone to tickle him. He will usually go for straight up provoking and hoping that the person he’s tickling will fight back 💀 does teasing affect them?

Normally no, but he certainly has his moments. His rare full-lee moods will have him a little more vulnerable than usual 😈

#jing yuan #star rail tickling #honkai star rail tickling #tickling #ask game #I LOVE THIS GOOBER

[mythicalshipping]

*deep breath* 

Y’ALL.

Okay, so I’d seen the cuddling videos and wasn’t really sure what to expect with this one...

...excuse me, their WHAT now?

This feels like a fic prompt. Like the writers just...browsed Rhink Tumblr for an idea that Wouldn’t Go Too Far. 

Rhett was just demonstrating, but Link couldn’t help himself and was like “ME FIRST!” 

Dude, you’re not covering your a** at all with this, but nice try. 

WHY DOES LINK HAVE THIS DREAMY-EYED ~*MY HEART STOPS WHEN HE SAYS MY NAME~* LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE??!? WE ARE BARELY INTO THE EP.

Is Link like, unable to hug people (or maybe just Rhett?) with his eyes open? If so, that is so adorable and I can’t deal with it, excuse me while I walk into the sea. 

Not Link’s hand pressing and Rhett’s chin pressing fOr ScIeNcE.

LINK’S ~*FACE~* IS JUST PURE BLISS (and I’m sure he wasn’t low-key thinking that if Rhett just tilted his head down a lil’ further, it’d be a forehead kiss). 

LINK LOCKING HIS HANDS LIKE THIS LIKE IT WAS THE 1800S AND HE WAS WONDERING WHEN RHETT WOULD RETURN FROM THE WAR.

Link couldn’t let go. ;-; PLS. HALP.

DAYUM just calling Link out; I wouldn’t have noticed, but now I cannot unthink about the locked hands ;-;

Link patted Noah because only Rhett has a key to his lock... ;-;

Charles Lincoln “Who’s jealous? I’m not jealous” Neal III

...

I watched this clip back and it DEFINITELY wasn’t...am I alone in this? 

Either way...someone is jelllyyyyyyy.

Maybe Link just wanted an excuse to talk about his Rick Rubin dream...science is still out on what exactly dreams meme but THIS is kinda telling, just sayin’... ;) 

RHETT’S FACE AFTERWARD, BY THE WAY

Not the mirrored stances ;-;

Link’s facial expressions through this entire episode look positively o*gasmic whenever he’s hugging Rhett. 

CHASE’S LIL FACE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE HERE (and hey, I’d ship this ;) )

“You want to envelope me?” ;-; (And also, fun fact, if you are shorter than your partner, and they wanna be little spoon, just shift so that your head is resting slightly above theirs and wrap an arm around their waist). 

THIS IS SO TENDER I JUST ;-; And Rhett’s face is pressed up right against Link’s nealples. 

“DON’T WORRY” SHUT UP I AM CRYING ;-;

*UGLY SOBBING* OH MY FREAKING GOD

...Uh, okay...not where I was expecting this ep. to go but...

Stevie giving 11/10 commentary, and also can I just point out RHETT’S. FACE.

JEALOUSY, TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA

SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES, CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS 

Yeah, real coherent response there Rhett. 

Rhett suggesting they just *actually* make out. As if he could handle the FEELS. I wish someone would have called his bluff. XD

Rhett is the Princess of Genovia, I don’t make the rules. (peach-worthy and I were totally on the same page with this one ;) ). 

So...what exactly do you want to feel from these hugs, Rhett?

HE JUST SAYS IT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT AND HE JUST GOES AND SAYS IT. 

Rhett low-key panicking.

:O WAIT

...You...YOU’RE GOING TO DEMONSTRATE THIS?!?!?

This screencap is unedited. Noah is all of us. (And okay okay, so they didn’t REALLY kiss obviously, but a girl can dream right?)

And so, it’s time for Stevie to reveal if leaning to the left when you hug someone is more romantic or platonic. And Link is just like “I’m just gonna put in a Superman pose and pretend that everything here is for science.” 

Link is fidgeting SO MUCH here.

Finally, a man of truth. ;) 

But is his guess correct?

Rhett and Link standing there just re-evaluating their entire lives.

CLEARLY THE SCIENE IS WRONG.

Rhett grasping onto this for dear life. 

Stevie...that is fanfic writing ma’am. 

Oh no. WhatEVER will they do? ;) 

He’s not wrong, but it’ll come back to haunt him a bit later. ;) 

Jessie is such a real one <3

Rhett beckoning Link for them to try the five second hug before pedaling tf BACK, in fear that he seems too eager. 

...for what? In case it goes on too long? XD

Link fighting the urge to lock his hands ;-;

Link truly is unable to hug Rhett without looking entirely blissful. Rhett patting Link’s back and counting out the pats to take away some of his own worry, but Link, even still, looks happy anyway. 

Noah is all of us looking on. 

NOT LINK ON HIS TIPPY TOES ;-; 

Link Neal and his PROJECTION.

...you guys good there? lol

LINK SHUT UP THAT IS SO SWEET I CANNOT. ;-;

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE.* SURE RHETT.

RHETT YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AFTERWARDS. ;-;

Not this mirroring...

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE*, SO LESS SPICE IT UP WITH OUR OWN FANFIC?!?! HELLO?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?! (Omfg my stream of consciousness screenshotting self named this “you mean like your mission trip?” D:)

I think I’ve read this fic before...

IM SCREAMING?!!?!?!? THIS CANON DIVERGENCE?!?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?!

OH GOD AND LINK TOOK THIS SO SERIOUSLY. NOT ONLY DID HE UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT, HE WENT FOR THE EXTRA CREDIT. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Noah’s face once again being all of ours. 

*UGLY SOBBING* LINK PLS.

RHETT AND NOW YOU SAY THIS?!? LINK AT LEAST TRIED TO “DEFEND” Y’ALL, WITH THE MENTION OF “THE CONVERSATION” HELPING. 

STEVIE HAS BEEN TRYING TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN SINCE DAY 1, I GUARANTEE IT. 

This is their suggestion and I JUST...pls I need (another?) Mythical OT4 beach ep. 

Link just SINKING into the hug. 

...WTF auto-generated closed captions?

THE EFFING NUZZLE I IRL SQUEAKED!!!!

Me trying to recover from this ep. 

Idk what part of the ep this was in, but I need a GMM London trip because of reasons. 

#rhink #gmm rhink #gmm rhink 2300

[kaluxsims]

Uggghhhh I wrote this whole post and the browser hiccupped and now I have to write it again. I forgot to save while writing. Dammit. So anyway, this is that blouse chop of @deedee-sims' 4t2 EP 11 DressPuffySleeve that I first showed off in January. (Pauses to save the post this time.) I tried drawing a bottom hem, but remembered that I can't draw. That and some bone weight issues (and my ADHD distractibility) are what took so long. I never did add a hem (which it doesn't really need anyway), but I did get the bone weights sorted out. No more weird, pointy bits when they sit. The textures are some of the same Standardheld/LadyFu conversions I used for the dresses in this post.

They're TF-EF, with fat morphs for all and preg morph for adults. Everyday only, since I didn't think they were quite dressy enough for formal. (Save the post, Kate.) When I said I did some of the same floral textures, it's 22 of the 45 I did for the dresses. There's a button I had to edit out, so I was more choosy. The file names match the TS4 swatch numbers, in case someone out there has to have one I skipped and wants to do it themself, it should be easy to figure out what's missing. I'll probably do at least some of the textures from the country set for the blouses too, eventually. Gotta have that buffalo plaid! (Kate...the Save button, now.)

Swatch:

Download:

TF-AF-EF REPO: SFS or MediaFire

TF-AF-EF standalone: SFS or MediaFire

Credits: @deedee-sims for the dress mesh conversion, @standardheld (why can't I tag you??) for the textures

This post was a bit later than I'd intended. I have a bad cold that I really hope isn't covid. I tested negative twice, and now I'm out of tests. I seem to be getting steadily better though, not the back and forth symptoms like covid has. And my voice is back to normal. I had a day or two where I sounded like I'd been smoking longer than I've been alive.

And somehow, this is the last day of May already!? Pride is just around the corner! 🏳‍🌈 I have a bunch of stuff in the works. I might bump my first Pride month post back a day or two...or maybe I'll post it tomorrow, like I was gonna. It's a simple little thing, but I'm quite pleased with it. Ok, why am I still writing this post? I've forgotten how to stop! Halp!!

....I think my cold has eaten my brain a bit. Erg. I have the sillies. Anyway, see you very soon with my Pride month kickoff post!

#the sims 2 cc #sims2cc #ts2cc #ts2 download #sims 2 custom content #sims 2 clothes #sims 2 cc #sims 4t2 #sims 2 download #s2cc

[modx-reborn]

Mod- Mod I have something to say

Imagine a wolfAU thingy- I dont know what you would call it but just- how do I-

Screw it , Ima just rant rn

Male Dispersal Wolves leave their packs to find a mate so they can start their own pack and you can often time's find them in small groups , normally wolves from the same pack and it can be from 1 - 6 wolves in a group , so just imagine this group is Dream , Sapnap , George , Punz , Wilbur , all wolf hybrids

Now listen- imagine being a lone wolf , not really looking for a mate or anything and you stumble upon this group deep in the woods , your first reaction is run and theirs is something along the lines of just 'breed' because they haven't seen another person ages and are willing to fight eachother to have you

Wolves are simple , whoever is the strongest gets the prize , just thinkin about how each one of them sneaks off with you in the middle of the night to breed without the others knowing

Now you have this group of males wrapped tightly around your finger

I would add a shit ton of more details but I've already typed way too much so- mm

Me and my animals hey Mod- I need to stop- but also no- MO D , halp me

God, I am so sorry it took so long to get to this!

But let's feed these worms, I am gonna write a little background and then short individual bits for each!

Sure it was probably better to stay in a group and stay with your 'Pack' but honestly, you're grown now, old enough that you don't want to be babied or taught something you already know well so instead of sticking around you chose to roam, to run off and enjoy the adventure and explore the greater world and enjoy all that your pack had never stayed by or dared to explore. Now you had the freedom to enjoy everything you never could have, and sure maybe it was stupid to go alone, alone without saying anything but those regrets can wait for later you have a world to see.

Those first few weeks had been hard, roaming was a lot of work and now you were a little more confident and a little more ready to actually get further out than just the plains you had settled in temporarily. Or you had been, till a few days ago you had encountered a small group of fellow wolf hybrids, the group of men were kind of scraggly and had all turned to stare at you the moment you had entered their sight, sure you had been around other wolves in the past but after deliberately leaving your pack the last thing you needed was to accidentally stumble into another one.

So with a rushed 'bye', you had bolted, not waiting for the group to respond or truly understand what had just happened bar the fact that they had just seen a new person, it was probably for the best.

Or it was till one of them had shown up at your campsite, scuffed and stained with mud and dirt, panting and eager to show something off, dropping the gift and making the basic niceties to be allowed to stay by your fire. These visits would happen more and more often, always with something of need or worth with them and maybe that was what kept you in the area, or maybe it was what the visits had become...

Dream's Visits:

When dream visits it is still with a gift, be it food or materials, he is often leaving items for you before he approaches you, starting his coaxing through worming in as the provider and savoring the moment he sees you wearing one of his more material gifts, living for the moment you let him into your tent. Sure it had begun pouring down rain and returning home would have been extremely hard but not impossible, who was he to turn down a chance to be close to you, to feel you under him and enjoy how you would feel wrapped around his cock as he fucked you into your bedroll.

"Look so good in my gifts, will look even better on my cock, keep you fucked dumb and full of my cum, make sure all the others know your mine, they can visit and they can fuck you but your mine. You wear my gifts and your gonna keep letting me back, keep letting me fuck you, won't you? Won't you?"

Wilbur's Visits:

Wilburs visits are often in the early morning, full of grabbing hands even at the first visit, trying to tug you off to see things, do things, to just fill the need to explore. Sure with sweet words and a few well-placed looks he is able to get you to look forward to his visit a little more each time and before you know it the next time his hands are reaching for your own it is to drag you off and 'Show you something' that something being the sun rising as he fucks you into the dirt of the hill he had dragged you to.

"Fuck sweetheart you feel fantastic, a perfect little pet to fuck full and keep dripping with my cum. I know you let the others fuck you, and that's fine you can fuck them, but your my pet, and I will make sure you remember that, I'll let you whore around and fuck as you like, but at the end of the day you will call my name when you cum and you'll drip with my cum..."

Sapnap's Visits:

Sapnaps first visit is with dream, leaning off to the side as they chatter at you, trying to get you to talk back to them but when dream leaves he lingers leaving a few fire starters, and then heads off with an awkward wave. All the other visits he makes are the same, a little awkward but ultimately you let him closer enjoying the excitement he shows for certain things and how he is always ready to help you set up your fire to burn through the night, it is one of those nights when you let him even closer, bent over one of the log seats with his body pressed against your back.

"Fuck, so warm, so sweet and pretty like this, wanna keep you under me, buried in you and fucking you whenever you need it. Would look so good having you like this, no sneaking off just roll over and fuck you like you deserve. Wanna fill you and see it take, wanna know that it's me you think of when your alone, sweet thing, so sweet..."

George's Visits:

When you first meet George it is a little awkward, he lingers on the outskirts of your camp before running off, he does this a few times, once coming with dream and sapnap as well, but the moment he starts to actually try and interact it is a little blunt and short as if he doesn't want to be there and yet he keeps coming back, keeps talking or sitting with you by the fire. Then one night he stays longer, later, and ends up falling asleep on you, softly wrapping himself around you and dragging you to the floor with him, you end up joining him in sleep only to wake up as in his sleep had begun rutting against you, waking up and snapping into action when he felt you try and move.

"No, no stay here, god you feel good, warm, and fuck. Even just sleeping by you is good, wonder if you feel as good as my dreams did, wanna know how you look taking my cock, my cum dripping out of your, maybe I'd fuck it back into you, make sure you feel as I fill you again. Wanna see your face as I fuck you, hear you moan and shine for me, you will moan for me, won't you? Lound and pretty, fucked out on my cock with nothing but the feeling of me stretching you open as you cum..."

#c: dream #c: sapnap #c: wilbur #c: georgenotfound #dsmp smut #possessive behavior #k: hybrid #k: breeding #k: praise #k: degradation #mxad #anon response

[yumethefrostypanda]

Leah x Ghost

WIP snippet, this is just an idea sketch 8)

WITHOUT MY RAMBLING: (...) A small icebreaker what got them a bit closer was the interesting jokes Ghost rarely spoke. No one really got it, or laughed. Untill Leah heard it for the first time in a full room whilst Ghost was telling someone his joke "Two goldfish are in a tank..one turns to the other 'You know how to drive this thing?'" ..for everyone to hear. Leah burst out in laughter, her first genuine cry laughter since they found her. She laughed so hard that tears were starting to flow down her cheeks, quickly putting her hand flat against her mouth from embarresment of not being able to stop laughing. Everyone had a smile on their face. Especially Simon, smiling behind his skull balaclava. His brown eyes following her frame as she waved everyone goodbye with her free hand as she left the room, still laughing. (...)

A small icebreaker what got them a little bit closer was the silly/weird/dad jokes Ghost rarely spoke. No one really got it, or laughed/found them funny Q_Q.. untill Leah heard it for the first time.. in a full room with 141, Laswell (etc.) whilst Ghost was telling someone his interesting joke (idk yett, how or who or what let alone the joke.. halp, would he even tell a joke in a full room tho? he must have reason right? maybe i'll even change the whole ass setting WIPP). I like his jokes tho, esp; "Two goldfish are in a tank..one turns to the other 'You know how to drive this thing?'." Leah burst out in laughter, her first genuine cry laughter since they found her (months later after being held captive for 6ish years, underground WIP). She laughed so hard that tears starting to flow down her cheeks, quickly putting her hand flat against her mouth from embarresment of not being able to stop laughing and (almost) everyone had a smile on their face (or something argh idk yet). Esp. Simon, his smile and soft (short?my brain is fried)chuckle behind his skull balaclava. His brown eyes following her frame as she waved everyone goodbye with her free hand as she left the room/area, still laughing.

But just imagine ^_^ Thanks for reading! Hope u like it.

Some quick facts about Leah: - Female - Early/mid 30's - Halfblood - Height; 160cm - Hair; brown - Eyes; brown - Occupation: Trauma Surgeon in training in the end she will be the field surgeon for TF141/under Laswell's command.. she has no military experience (yet) tho, but i got it 80% worked out how it's gonna work :3 Seeing Ghost learning her how to use a sidearm in later stages *_* - Was in a serious relationship with John Price (in one/this universe 8)) - Went on a fieldtrip with other students, got caputered and used/abused for her/their skills (heavy WIP) - Was pronounced dead a year later, police reports seemed believable - Laswell received an audio file -from one of her contacts- 6ish years later. On that (short) audio file she heard Leah in distress, calling out for help.

No faceclaim for her yet, but i'm leaning towards Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy VII, since she's my fave female fictional character.

©Square Enix. FFVII If u want to know more about my OC Leah Vos (who is barely alive rn as in, me too busy and not serious enough to finish it since i lack writing skills.. but i like the thought Q_Q) my askbox/dm's is open :) I got the blue print/story in my head for about 80%. There should be a snippet of Leah x Ghost and Leah Vos x John Price on my tumblr somewhere.

Well then..

#leah x ghost #my oc: leah vos #my story #wip #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare #reboot universe #might delete/hide later 8) #my mind takes me places #yeet #yeahh be sitting on this unfinished story for almost a year now #and now we got reboot Ghost #which we see/hear way more of than OG Ghost ..the feels Q_Q #my head be spilling #byee

[andthebubbles]

halp i'm having such feelings over anthony and benedict in That fic (like, the fact that 2 y/o anthony runs away when he's on an outing with edmund??? violet blaming edmund for losing their son??? being super possessive over benedict yet also not really seeing him because ~it should be anthony by your side??? you should not have been the firstborn??? edmund being so guilty and upset and violet not letting benedict spend time with him (esp one on one) and benedict having no idea why??! like he's a fucking child and he has no idea why his mother is so sad and why his parents are so resentful/fighting all the time and he probably thinks it's because of him?? and then slowly resenting violet for being so overprotective, and he doesn't really get to know edmund for a long time/maybe is standoffish with him too because of violet

and then violet gets pregnant with colin when benedict is... 5, i think (because he's 6 when colin is born in feb/march, and benedict's birthday is in july/august (i'm using the show ages)) and they decide to try and repair their relationship so that colin grows up in a better environment, and then when colin is born benedict sees the difference, that his mother actually sees colin, whereas with benedict he still feels like he should've been someone else/that his mother is seeing someone else. and he has no idea about his missing/presumed dead older brother until like eloise is born and someone makes a comment on the bridgertons being alphabetically named and then benedict is like, who's A?? and then he finds out and it suddenly makes so much more sense and honestly i think a part of him will resent anthony for inadvertently being irreplaceable and missed and ~maybe edmund should've kept an eye on him better, and ~if all that hadn't happened, then he wouldn't have been the heir

actually i think anthony and benedict are really similar, they just ended up more outwardly different because of their birth order. anthony gets all the responsibility so benedict can just be the peacemaker and leave the hard decisions etc to anthony. but they're both super sensitive imo, i mean, anthony didn't turn out that anxious just because his dad died lol, he was already so tightly wound up and aware of/thinking that people would judge him when he failed (to be good enough) to shoot the stag. and if he can feel disappointment like that, or pick up on a tiny little thing and read it as disappointment/whatever, then, well. (they’re both just as sensitive and good at reading other people’s feelings, is what i’m trying to say.)

i have so many thoughts about these two!!! so many feels!!!

as for whether benedict would turn out exactly like anthony, without anthony (being there/the firstborn)........ idk. i feel like the biggest difference between the two of them is their tempers; like, anthony has a quick temper but benedict's more mellow, so... in a universe where anthony just never existed, i don't think benedict would be quite like anthony/not exactly the same. but in a universe where anthony did exist, and then they lost him, then that's a whole lot of other trauma heaped on benedict (and violet and edmund) and that changes things a lot. i doooon't think benedict would have a fear of love/hurting the other person through death/grief, because when edmund dies and violet grieves/isolates herself... well, how different is that to how benedict grew up? i think he might be more used to being alone (and feeling like he's not good enough simply because he's not anthony). (and i think he's sort of wary of love going wrong, and he's looking for a stable, secure love, with whoever he loves.)

anthony in this fic though!!! he has both (fake) parents still alive who love each other very much, who were very working class and then bettered themselves/slowly moved up the social ranking to become (not super rich) merchants and business owners (they own a print shop)............... honestly all this anthony wants is to be loved :3 for who he is

and to not be abandoned lmao, he's got a fear of abandonment too, because subconsciously he was 'abandoned' when benedict was born and he didn't feel like he had enough of his parents' attention anymore, and then he thinks edmund didn't come to get him (his fake parents sent/left a note to try and give him back but edmund never got it). so he has that on a subconscious level, and then when he's 5 or 6 he realises he's adopted (his mum is trans) and... i think he's just worried that people are going to leave him. (and he's a bit afraid/anxious of storms (from like, being on a ship during storms and people being thrown overboard and never seen again etc), but i haven't decided how anxious about this he is yet.) alsoooo he has some trauma from attending harrow because bullying and fagging...

anyway!! much thoughts!! much feels!!!!!!

#i just had anthony and benedict feels so i rambled them out #anthony and benedict in That fic btw #this is not canon!anthony and canon!benedict #fic talk #That fic #okay now what. what shall i write lol #or gif #fdfjnfdgkjfgjfg have we all noticed with the new post editor that when you put things under a cut/read more it doesn't work at first?? so af #so after posting you need to immediately edit the post and put in the cut again* #annoyingggg #and then now it's switched back to the old editor anyway on like my second edit

[sirensplayhouse]

Siren I need mega help 😭. So I really don’t know what to do bc I’m a person who falls asleep quickly and for the past 2 weeks (maybe even a little more) I cannot fall asleep while repeating my affirmations. And I’m talking about 2-3 hours and it’s so annoying 1. Because I usually fall asleep within 5 minutes. 2. Because my body will fall asleep first but it’s so uncomfortable and kinda painful but I still wanna take advantage of my body asleep mind awake to repeat my affirmations. I thought it had to do with me affirming for the void (bc of body asleep mind awake) but yesterday I decided to work on my beliefs surrounding me as a manifestor but I still couldn’t fall asleep. I was hoping you might’ve heard sum about this since you’re studying psychology cause I really don’t know how/why this happens and how to fix it (yes I can flip the thoughts but I’m tryna have one umbrella term so falling asleep is included in this). And this is starting to take a toll on me bc I just want some sweet sleep and not wake up with my eyes burning with tiredness 😭😭😭. Especially cause I have work in the early morning (like 7) and I end up finally falling asleep at around 2 am. Please halp 😭

yk, I went through a period just like this for like 4 months😭. I fall asleep fast but for those four months I’m pretty sure I was experiencing sleep insomnia. I couldn’t gts at night and if I did go to sleep it would only be for 2 hours top and I’d be up all day, so ik it’s tiring🥴.

y’all already know I suggest meditating for everything. and since that’s what helped me when I was going through that, I’m going to suggest it to you. I started meditating before bed and next thing you know I started sleeping through the night and getting my full 8 hours .

or you can ‘trick your mind and body’ into thinking that you slept a good nights sleep and aren’t tired.

[sporesgalaxy]

i STILL NEED TO FINISH THE BOOK HALP but i watched the movie and flatland is rlly just all of it huh. i gotta finish the book i really gotta but i keep taking breaks to process everything and Have Thoughts abt it all and btw we are technically all higher and lower dimensional beings bc all cannot exist without the rest (theory) it is simply a matter of perception

I've actually never watched the movie! i know it exists bc i remember finding a trailer for it but I never watched it myself. It sounds maybe a little bit different because I dont think the book really gets into how or by what means the different dimensions exist in relation to each other, just how they each suffer from shortsightedness created by how the limitations of perception within their world.

[mmtions]

re: your reply to schrödinger’s love confession: YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES! THAT IS IT EXACTLY!!!! 2/3 of the fic are Eddie and the readers slowly descending into madness, and Linda finding the whole thing extremely entertaining. and yes, whether they were or weren't together the whole time is left unclear, because who cares right, at until the epilogue when their one year anniversary is coming up and eddie realises he can't be sure when it is.

btw, i told myself i wouldn't do this today that id wait a few days but then i got another idea halp me the buddie mania has taken me

however, with the texas madness I got another fun working theory I’m going to call: FOOD IS THE FOOD OF LOVE! (because taking Shakespearean quotes and using them for my evil headcanon purposes gives me great pleasure)

basically, now after Texas, the floodgates are really truly open and eddie needs to cook for the ones he loves. so, does he go a little overboard, perhaps. but does he get a little over ambitious, going around and spouting his new personal motto “hey, if you can read the recipe, you can make the recipe” , maybe. look, eddie is an intense guy and if he's going to do something, he's gonna go all in. plus, you know what, when it comes to cooking, a little confidence and some trial and error go a long way and soon, he can use a pressure-cooker and a oven thermometer with the best of them.

and then christopher discovers the chocolate guy videos.

and then buck’s birthday is coming up.

and look, eddie isn’t an idiot. he knows that he isn’t anywhere near the level of skill of the chocolate guy. but it gives him an idea. it inspires him, ok. because surely, he should be able to make a birthday cake for buck from scratch. you know, as a thank you for all the times buck’s been there for him in the past year. not as a declaration of love or anything. there’s totally not a lot riding on the success of this. 

and after all, he is a firefighter, he works in extreme conditions every day of the week. how difficult can it really be to make gooey salted caramel for the filling, anyway.

okay listen thATs tHe ThING i'm SENSITIVE ABOUT. did you see that post like eddie cooking for his sisters aged 12 and then never again. god. everytime i think i'm over like five minutes of eddie content from yesterday it turns out i'm absolutely not. the tamales!!!

anyway yes. i absolutely believe eddie is a rigid recipe follower and does not trust his instincts at all. which actually makes him a better baker than cook technically, though he's getting better at both. it's maybe time to admit he's a control freak when he suddenly has thirteen different ways of checking the temperature of his oven. (I was going to list out the different treats he makes each of the 118 - AND CARLA HE MAKES LOTS OF GOODIES FOR CARLA because she deserves it i stg s6 better bring some appreciation for carla - but i hate baking with a passion and i'm in the uk so even if i could name some baked treats i bet they'll all be called different things anyway).

anyway yes he tries to bake for buck but like it's his narrative so in his head they're disasters. and he keeps foisting them off on various people (christopher's class has diabetes now after the fourth attempt) because they're terrible and not good enough. and literally everyone responds to him like "um eddie these were delicious what are u talking about" and he's like no not good enough. eddie control freak my beloved.

anyway eddie is still trying to perfect the recipe when Buck literally just finds some leftovers in the fridge and scarfs them down with absolutely no discrimination. and he's says they're delicious, with caramel stuck to his bottom lip, and eddie just has to kiss him - mostly because buck looks delicious, but also partly out of relief that he doesn't have to bake that recipe anymore.

(later eddie claims he successfully courted buck - buck privately thinks courting should involve a bit more than launching oneself around the kitchen table for a searing kiss, but he's not complaining)

#asks #thanks beloved anon!