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lovelygirlinbleu · 9 months
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I've been watching New Girl for the first time ever and I got to the part where Nick kisses Jess for the first time and now I need SidSophie to do the same because what the heck was that 🫠
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rafesslxt · 2 months
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Love Potion ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ | Mattheo Riddle
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summary: y/n thought she would smell something different while making Amortentia
warning: enemyxlover vibes, cursing, mattheo blushing for a second
note: shorter than usual but got this idea and had to write ( obviously there are other imagines like this so no not a new original idea i mean )
Together with my friends Harry, Ron and Hermione I walked to out next class potions. This year Professor Slughorn was teaching us and I really enjoyed what we learned so far.
Today we shared class with slytherin. Everyone got in and sat down, waiting for Professor to start.
" Good evening everyone, today you are going to learn how to make a love potion. The strongest to be exact. It is called Amortentia."
All the girl started giggling but I was distracted by a strong scent, something like mens cologne.
" Who can tell me something about it? " Professor Slughorn asked. Hermione‘s hand shot up into the air. " Yes, Miss Granger."
" Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Also Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what -"
" Yes yes yes Miss Granger, 10 points for gryffindor. And the rest of the students should figure the last point out by themselves, right?" Hermione nodded and looked at the example in front of her.
" All the ingredients are on your tables, you can either partner up or do the potion on your own. You have time till 10 minuten before the class ends. Have fun!" He clapped into his hands and everybody started.
Ron and Harry decided to do the potion on their own while Hermione and I decided to team up. It went really well until my nose was filled with this strong scent again. I looked around and the only person walking behind me was Riddle. I rolled my eyes at the thought of having his cologne in my nose.
" What is it with you? You seem so tense since we started class." Hermione asked while stirring the potion. " I have Riddles fucking strong cologne in my nose. This guy needs to start using less of it."
She knew about my hate towards him and everything he does. But I didn‘t started it, he did and I was never one to back down. So we tried to get on each other‘s nerves on every opportunity.
"Oops." i heard and felt a shoulder bumping into my side, almost knocking the potion over. I turned my back and saw Mattheo. " Wow, really mature. But what did I expect from you huh?" i snickered and turned back.
As everyone got ready, Professor Slughorn walked around the class and looked at eachs Amortentia.
" Very good ladys. May I take this for an example?" Hermione nodded proudly and we watched him putting it on the table in front of all of us.
" You all did a great job. Now I want you all to take a deep breath trough your nose and smell the potion in front of you." Everyone did as he said but again I couldn‘t smell anything but that stupid cologne.
"Y/n, why don‘t you tell me what you smell?" Professor Slughorn asked you smiling, pointing at the potion you and Hermione made. " I would love to professor, but I can only smell Mr. Riddle‘s cologne cause he apparently doesn‘t know when to stop spraying."
I gave Mattheo a dirty look but got confused really fast due to his confused look. What? No barking back?
" I don‘t wear any today, I rushed out of my common room cause I overslept." My eyebrows drew together, I didn‘t really understand why I would smell his cologne all class.
" Maybe If you take a step closer to the potion you can concentrate on the single ingredient you smell." Professor Slughorn suggested.
I did as he said and took a deep breath in again. " Um, I smell Sandlwood, bergamot and something like the deep ocean.. sea salt maybe."
I was in some kind of trance while smelling it. It was lovely, i felt so light and some goosebumbs formed on my body.
I looked up seeing Hermionie smiling. " What?" I whsipered. " Miss Granger, could you tell us the last fact for the Amortentia ?" Mr. Slughorn asked her.
" Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them." Attracts them? No no no..
I look at Mattheo, who‘s already smiling from head to toe. " Very good Miss Granger, now have a good day! And remember: Amortentia is a very dangerous potion! You should never underestimate it!"
We packed our stuff and left the class. " So what was that all about y/n? Smelling Mattheo? I mean do you really have a crush on that doucheba-" Ron startet but got interrupted shorty after " Yeah y/n, you have a little crush huh?“ Mattheo swung his arm around me, taking me away from my friends.
"What the fuck are you doing?" We rounded a corner and he stopped. " No playing around anymore little princess. Was that supposed to be a joke ?" I hope so too. " Because I smelled your fucking perfume the whole time too!"
" You - You did what?" I almost whispered, my hand flying onto my mouth. " I smelled you the whole time. Vanilla and something like strawberry.. fuck I wanted to devour you so bad." He came closer, pressing me against a wall, his chest against mine. "Tell me you don‘t feel the same, tell me I can go fuck myself and tell me to get my hands off of you."
I couldn‘t. He was right, I wanted to tell him to fuck off and to not touch me, but I simply couldn‘t. " Y/n.." he whsipered my name, coming closer with his face. Then it hit me, it has to be a joke.
I started laughing which he just answered with a confused look. " It is a joke right? You try to fuck with my head because I said I smelled you while smelling the potion. I smelled your cologne not you. Somebody else could wear it too."
" I‘m not joking y/n." " Prove it."
And from one second to another, my whole life changed. He took my face in his hands and pressed his lips again mine. Hard at first but the kiss got softer and passionate. I slowly kissed him back, putting my hands on his chest. He let my face go and put his hands on my hips, squeezing them a little bit.
Out of breath I broke the kiss, his lips red and swollen, smirking. "So you don‘t hate me huh?" I grinned. "Oh shut up." He smiled back at me and kissed me again.
hope you had fun reading 🫶🏻
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maya-meow · 1 year
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Scaramouche x gn! Reader
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Warning! This fanfic has themes with stalking, kidnapping, and knifes in it. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things please don't read.
Not proof read.
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Full of mixed feelings scaramouche looked at your sleeping form in the bed. He finnaly sneaked into your house through the window. he waited and waited before you fell asleep...and now he is finnaly with you. He loved you so much. Your even pretty when your sleeping....
"Oh if they only knew I was here..in their house, in their bedroom..they probably would go crazy~ they probably wouldn't know what to do, they would start panicking.." Just the thought of that made him chuckle
He wanted more then just look at you. He wanted to lay next to you, to hug you and maybe a little kiss.. he had to. He wouldn't get a chance like that again. Before he walked closer to you, he picked something up that he had in his bag.
He got closer and closer. God he thought you were so beautiful up close... he started to lay next to you, but.. you turned to your side in your sleep? Facing the other way from scaramouche. He got scared for a second that you would wake up, but you just layed still again. He continued and now layed next to you. He puts his hand around your waist. Oh how long he wanted to do this.
"Your so beautiful, my love" he whisperd all sweet nothings in your ear. He did that for some time untill... he had something in his hands.. it felt cold on your body. It hurted. It took some time untill you knew what he was doing. He was caressing your skin with a sharp point. A knife. you got goosebumbs from it
"i know you have been awake this whole time, darling~" fuck you tried to run out of bed, but only for scaramouche to pull you even closer to him. "Shh~ relax, you were doing such a great job.." he placed the knife against your neck. Causing you to only panick more. "Darling, please...I won't hurt you if you don't give me a reason so just calm down, take deep breathes." You didn't wanna die like this, so you did as he said. Well you tried. You couldn't calm yourself down. No wonder if there is a knife pointed at you!
Scaramouche noticed you were trying so he placed down the knife and started drawing circels with his hand on your back, trying to calm you down with that. He placed his arm around you again and felt you slowly melt in his hold. You were really tired from all this and you had a bad day before. "Hey uh-" "shh...~ go to sleep. You need it, i be there when you wake up<3"
Not to lie, it felt kind of comfortable knowing that he cares for you although he just tried to murder you or something... but you were tired so you just did as he said. He had his face against the back of your neck and you felt him smirk. "Thank you for being so good to me, my love. Rest now. You need it."
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sweetmuffynsblog · 2 years
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What?
Part 4 is here!!! Also i feel like i should stop writing this lmao. I'm in college. I need to study. 😂
You wake up feeling a little bit off, your maid usually already wake you up by now, but seeing the sunshine outside you let out a huff, why your maid isn't here again? You ask yourself, you rolling in the bed only to find yourself in a broad chest, your sleepy eyes widen, then the memory of last night make you blush. You. Consumate. Your. Mariage. With. Your. Husband. You see him stirs and you close your eyes quickly. 'It's silly' you think, you are not supposed to feel so embarrassed like this, you slept with your husband after all... 'but this is the husband you despise' another voice in your head reply, you almost scoff, you are prideful, and a Targaryen at that, you are not a coward, so you open your eyes to find your husband looks at you, his eyes hold amusement, you almost rolling your eyes at that sight,
"good morning, Avy Joraelan." he says, you feel goosebumbs in your body, a little bit not accustomed for his affection,
"good morning, Daemon." you say cooly after remembering that he isn't supposed to 'love' you, you keep remind yourself that he only uses you to get the Iron Throne, he only loves your sister. There's knock in the outside to save you from your outbreak, you almost tell Daemon to stop the act, but Alina comes with big smile in her face,
"good morning, My Prince, My princess..." she says, she helps you to gets up and you notice that you already wear a night gown and your body doesn't feel sticky at all, you want to ask Alina if she's the one who bathed you last night after your activity with your husband. You enter the bath chamber, and Alina prepares for your bath, "oh, Your Grace, The Prince is very attentive towards you. Last night after you slept, he sent me to fetch the warm water and bathed you, and changed the clothes for you. He said he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."
You look at Alina, especially when she listes any good thing Daemon did to you, your mind swirling around, you want to believe that he, in his twisted heart, cares for you. But he kissed your sister in a Pleasure House and got himself exiled after wanted to marry her, he loves her not you, you are only a tool for him and the Iron Throne.
"Are you ok?" Daemon asks you after you sit in your vanity, wearing a black and red dress, your hair is still unbraid nor combed, you hold the comb want to groom it, but Daemoj beats you in it, "let me help." he says and begins to combing your hair, "you didn't answer my question."
"i am ok," you give him a formal smile, the one you've mastered many years ago, "thank you for last night, Alina told me." he only humms, still combing your hair,
"how do you want to style it?" he asks, you feel a lump in your throat, desperately want to tell him to stop act like he cares for you, you clear your throat, ignore the clench of your heart, you want to be loved too, but he will never gives you that,
"i want the simple braid." you tell him, and he begins to work on it.
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The months after your wedding, the News of your pregnancy finally reach the whole Kingdoms. Everyone congratulates you, you look so glowing, Daemon doesn't know if he can loves someone more but he does. He worships you, he makes sure that you never lacks anything, and always be there for you no matter what.
Your relationship is great, Daemon feels so happy whenever he has the chance to showering you with his love so open, he doesn't feel like he will harm your reputation anymore, with you he becomes so soft, but who is he to complains? You are his after all these years of longing. When you were born, he didn't think that falling in love could be so quick like this, it's like when he saw you, his world revolved around you. You were the first babe he held in his arms and the only one, his late mother even surprised when she saw that he was so calm and protective when he was with you. And when you grew up, he knew that he would have you even if he teared this Kingdoms apart. But he notices something, you don't open to him, you treat him as if he's another person outside your circle, that he may be your husband but he's not the close person to you. You give him the same smile you give others, he notices that whenever you are with Laenor Velaryon your smile will be so big that makes your eyes twinkle. Like this one, after your pregnancy announcement, Laenor quickly brings you outside to stroll the garden, your hand in the crook of his hands and both of you happily converse with each other. Other people who don't know may think that Laenor is your husband, Daemon scoffs with jealousy when he thinks like that.
"i want to eat something sour..." you tell Laenor who gives you a look,
"ask your husband that then," Laenor says and sipping his wine, "i am sure he will go in a heartbeat to gives his Lady wife what she wants."
You roll your eyes at him and gives him a sad smile, "i don't think he will. He never loves me, Laenor, he will not doing this. Maybe he will scoff and says that i am spoiled and i can go and eat lemons if i want something sour."
"you don't know it yet, maybe his response will surprised you."
"but he loves Rhaenyra, Laenor. How am I supposed to ask him anything? Not leaving me alone like Lady Royce is already so good."
Now it's Laenor's time to rolls his eyes, "i stand with my reasonings. You don't even know it before you ask it."
"but--"
"what happened here?" Daemon comes closer to both of you who immediately shut up, you almost bite your lips in anxiety but stop it opting to scratch your finger instead. "well?"
Laenor gives you a look, silently urge you to tell your husband what you want but you sit firm, avoid his eyes,
"your wife tells me she and the babe want to eat a sour food or sour fruit other than lemons." he finally says, you shoot him a disappointed and betrayal look, which he returns with a grin of his own, Daemon takes your hands and shooting it so you don't scartch your fingers anymore,
"why you don't tell me yourself, Joraelan?" he asks softly, you look at him a formal smile,
"i don't want to bother you. It's nothing, really." you say, assure him that it's ok, you really don't want to bother him especially if he feels obligated to do that, you don't want that, maybe Rhaenyra will asks him that if they get married but sadly he married you, he doesn't love you after all, you will feel so horrible if he feels forced doing so.
"nonesense... You are my wife, it's my job to assure you to feel comfortable, much so when you are pregnant with my child." he helps you stand up, then lead you into your chamber after bidding Laenor goodbye, "i will go with Caraxes to Highgarden to bring you your sour food or fruit. Ok?"
You give him a surprise look, which he returns with chuckles and kiss on your forehead, "you don't have too..."
"but i want too." he says then plants a kiss on your lips, he bows to your belly, "now that Kepa will go and bring you the food you want, please don't cause your Mother headache, ok?"
You smile at the sight but the smile wipe down from your lips, you cannot let him destroys your walls, he doesn't love you, you remind yourself.
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uwoninternet · 7 months
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I'm not nuts, okay?! (lyney x fem!reader)
Ok guys, this is my first time doing this...i mean, i always wanted to write a FanFiction but i didn't have the courage to do so😅
Sooo...i hope you guys aren't too harsh with me and to everyone that actually has written before, thanks guys! Everyone in general that likes to explore the world of FanFics, you guys are awesome and lets all have the brainrots together!!
Warning: this work is going to contain violence, spoilers of Fontaine Archon's Quest (If you did It, then you know what violence I'm talking about), gramatical mistakes (i tried my best to polish It, but english isn't my First language and i don't have a beta reader) and not intentional gaslighting.
Basically, you are the woman that is target at the twins show, but It a plot Twist.
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Sumary: being an heiress is a lot more diffucult when you are being target by a murder with a thing for kidnnaping girls trouthg the years and everyone thinks you're nuts for trying to warn people. Ungrateful b*****.
Part 1.
(Just one last warning, in this isn't going to contain any romance yet, but reader does notice the twins and think They are charming. Just the next we are going to actually get close to that, thats why slow burn...Sorry guys)
This nighmare all started as you were returning from the vallies outside the city at night, clear skies and the stars keeping you company after a whole day of painting in the wild. Living a lavishe life of a classic Fountaine dream, being a heiress that could dedicate herself ALL day to what she wanted without having to think about working and enjoying each second of the day to yours whims- theres this day that you passed every minute possible in the Opera Epiclise just listening to opera!
You didn’t think It was necessary for someone to protect you- big mistake, now you recognize it.-, so for you it was simply a calming walk after a productive day, feeling the breeze in your hair. You didn’t need the money, but you always found entertaining to see people’s reactions to them, so selling a few to admirers always filled you with proudness.
The light’s of the city were tinkling and normally you would feel relaxed, but somewhere in your gut -deep inside your gut-, was a feeling of dread, anticipation that forced you to look at each window you passed in chance of seeing in their reflections If there was someone behind you. To calm the goosebumbs in your body, you started humming a little lullaby of your childhood, but It was for naughty, your eyes kept looking for something in the shadows and each hair of your body was standing.
When the almost silent click clack of shoes reached your ears from the alley in your right, you had just enough time to use the painting as a shield for your face -your spine tingling in fear. A big SPLASH sound echoing in your ears, before you force the painting in the face of your assaulter, beating them with It. They scream, a screech of a terrified soul.
You were just trying to be brave! You swear by the Archon!
But the second your wet painting touched the figure, they melted! Falling in the floor as water with just their clothes left behind.
After this you don’t remember much, somehow you got home when you woke from your trance, sneaky rays of daylight getting through the curtains to blind your eyes, your troath sore, cold sweat long dried in your whole body and your hands tied to the headboard. By the time you finally got your bearings, you discorvered you were branded crazy for going around screaming of an attempt murder, of melting people and that being related to the disappearance of girls through the years. Since, you know, night, girl, alone...you were a girl alone at night...It made sense, but still! People called you crazy, that the situation caused you so much stress you hallucinated of melting people, of fighting your assaulter with a painting that never existed!
That was just the start, for much as you try to tell, no one believes you! You entered in contact with a blond lady from an organization, Spina de rose or something, and as kind as she was ,you saw in her eyes, the pitying look...the pitying look for the artsy heiress that fell from grace as every newspaper liked to call you now.
But still, she was the only one that gave you the time of day. Even your mother has long given up in ‘entertaining’ you, now just trying to keep you in the house and calm.
Time passed, months had gone by, your story long forgotten by the whispers of the public. Still, your assaulter ...he died? If he did, How was that you still felt eyes following you?!
Blondie, Navia as she tried to tell you to call her -in your Head, she was blondie, it was easier to think of her for her strongest feature. -, were your only friend now, she didn’t let you investigate with her and her bodyguards since you were considered in a fragile state of mind... If you bite your tongue more, you would cut It off using only your teeth.
Blondie, angel on earth, insisted you should accompany her to a Magic show, living a bit of your old life, where you weren’t a crazy, fragile and traumatized girl. Opera Epiclise in its full glory in front of you, your body accessorized and clothed like old times instead of your ‘depressed’ style, as your mother dubbed them, your mother to your right and your friend to your left. If your mother wasn’t clenching your hand and you weren’t carrying an umbrella matched with a raincoat and a towel in your neck on top of your beautiful outfit, everything would seem like it was before.
The show is splendid! And the magicians! Both of them were so beautiful, you wish you could have met them earlier just so your old carefree self could try and make friends with them, maybe just to get to paint them while you...were still someone you were proud of being.
Ok...maybe, you are more interrested in their voices and beauty than what They are saying, but you swear its the artist in you talking....no, your cheeks aren’t blushing!
By the time the second trick starts, a shining light falls upon you, lyney’s melodic and cheerful voice asks you to participate, in entering a box and appearing out in a completelly new one, and It gets you feeling so happy that you wasn’t felt in so long- its been too long really.- , you don’t have to think, you jump from your sit, ready, more ready to a new experience than ever before. Your mother pulls your arm, mumbles for you to sit, maybe she’s angry or afraid for you, however when Navia gives an excited little laugh before gently taking hold of her wrist and talking to her in a low and kind voice- you can’t even hear them through the beating of your heart, rushing in excitment.-, she lets you go.
Entering the box, you look around.
The...dark, the dark and the cheering, remembers you of your early days in house arrest. The neighbors talking, endless talks with journalists, laughting and judging you!
You sigh, maybe being called crazy is affecting your mind more than you thought and the dark bring unfortune memories of melting people, when no longer a pair of brilliant twins, magic tricks, your mother warm hand on your hand and blondie’s surprises giggles that she tries so hard to hide to keep her reputation of a badass woman is there to keep your mind in peace. You pull the raincoat hood up and the towel on top of it, you don’t wish to feel fear, but...It calms your head, like a lucky charm.
The box trembles, you have to put your gloved hands in the walls to keep your balance,”What in the Archons name IS happening?” , you mutter and between numbers being chanted a silent Pop sound catches your attention before the damned SPLASH. Your towel! The raincoat! COMPLETELLY WET!
YOU KNEW! THE EYES THAT FOLLOWED YOU WEREN’T PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION! THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO TRY AND MELT YOU AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU?! A PRIZED FISH OR HUNT THAT THEY WANT TO PUT IN THE WALL?!
An anger bloom in your heart, If these people took you for a coward then its finally time to put all the resent you felt for being branded crazy for months to work. Work in your fists, kicks and bites, you aren’t going to Go down without a fight!
The door open to a masked guy, big jester smile, to be met with your fist. The man shouts, be in surprise or pain you don’t have any fs to give, seeing an opening you put both your hands in the borders of the door and give ALL your juice into a powerful kick to his chest.
Your heart beats like a wild beast, you feel like one!
With the sound of chanting numbers and blood rushing in your ears the orchestra of this ‘act’ feels perfect, if the murderer thought this was gonna be your end then he’s in for a surprise!
You are fast to jump out off the box, still he recovers from your attack Just as quicklly and comes for you. You duck and use your shoulder to push him, he seems more ready as he also gives you a punch to the nape for your troubles. It throbs and you sure starts to see things with less clarity, from pain or your eyes tearing up a bit from your brain being treated like a rubber ball are a mystery to you.
He is stronger than you, but not as fast It seems, using your already lowered position you pull the dirtiest, most unlady like attack in the book and delivery a punch in between his legs. Not before he gives you more bruises to your back and head, tearing your towel away from you with some strands of your hair also being forced out, even with the protection of the raincoat.
He falls to the floor, his hands clenched in your clothes, or being specific, in your raincoat that you begrudgingly takes off to run away to the other side of the corridor. He shouts for you to stop, you don’t look back to know If he is already standing, you don’t care and your muscles pull in a way the haven’t in months, they burn so much you don’t know If you can take more out off you to fight.
Your hands start to tremble as well as your legs, your body is succumbing to fear or exhaustation, still you push yourself to climb the hand stair you find in the other side of the room. A hand clamps down your ankle and try to make you fall, even If your balance is disturbed you give a involuntary kick to the wall, your feet hurt like the Archon herself in bestowing a punishing upon you, but It seems that the same could be said for the guy’s fingers that were caught in between your ankle and the wall.
The stairs lead you to a small and dark room, you don’t give a second look before throwing the door open and in the time you have to give two steps away a lot of things happen. You don’t see, but the public gasps and applauds, fireworks starts going off, a hand shoots after you from the dark box and a freaking barril of glass filled with water starts descending upon it.
In a second, all its done, you are throw in the floor as if you were bowing in your knees to the audience, your body is numb but you know your back must be black and blue, your vision is ... You don’t know, but you can’t see right. With a blinding light focusing on you and the deafening silence, you give everyone a shaky smile and say “I was right”.
With various screams resounding in the theater, you rest your head in the floor. Is It water in it? Maybe there are still a piece of your old version in you, for now you feel like taking a nap.
You are so tired...
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Fufufu~
That's It for now, i mainly wrote for myself, but i still wanted to share.
I'm New to Tumblr and It makes me feel like an old granny that doesn't know How to work with the internet, so...i'm being one now. I decided!
Take your treats, dears, and drink water!
Granny loves y'all, you fanfics readers.😘
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koipepo · 1 year
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What are all your favourite ships whether they are canon or not, from books, from movies, from tv shows, anything really. And also the reason you like them.
💀ooooo you're enabling me dear. Permission to ramble the hell out:
-Ramsay/Theon from GOT:
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i draw them not as often these days but i still fantasize think of them in daily basis. it's insane how much acid, toxic chemistry these two have. i don't think anything could rival this ship, not in intensity not in fuckery, not in anything. A Phenomenon.
Ramsay is every deep fear and insecurites of Theon personified and realized-seeing him broken, mended and used to the whim of such insidious man is just hrrhghhh *goosebumbs* yet there's also a genuine fucked up intimacy between them. they're like onion man, so many layers and stinky but savory <333
Usually in other ships, there are still possibility of switching between the top and bottom character which i HATE but in thramsay, that's out of window. the complete dominance, the mindfuck + mindgame, the violence (both sexual and psychical), the SHAME and GUILT... there are a lot of feminine/afab fears to be found in thramsay at least in my opinion, and in many ways made it quite cathartic to explore them in male characters . also Ramsay is HOT as shit
-Peter B. Parker x Miles Morales from Spiderverse:
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i had the biggest brainworm of them in secret years ago, but yeah. Super cute ship, with a huge helping of taboo too because mentor/student and underage character ahoy!😂 i always aged Miles up when shipping him with Peter B just bc i don't like the look of underage characters but that doesn't stop antis from raging. Miles is so fucking cute and i love how much he looks up at Peter B... and also how Peter B looks out for Miles so much even when he usually acts like a slob 🥺🥺
-Zuko x Aang from ATLA
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Soulmates™. it's canon that their fates are wholly intertwined and coupled with them being enemies at first, it's super easy to fall in love with this ship. i love that Aang has always put a lot of hope and trust in Zuko even when they are enemies, and i also love that Zuko slowly warms up to the airbender's affection and how that makes him a better person in return. they better each other, you know?
like with Peter B./Miles, i aged up Aang when i ship him with Zuko because Aang looks SO good when he's older and his older-self is underutilized imo. i know fandom's unanimous pretty boy is Zuko but i love Aang's cute, airy vibe much more.
-Ogata x Sugimoto from Golden Kamuy
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this one is a little complicated.
i love them, in my head, alone in my little corner(waiting for Sugimoto to catch Ogata after his bullet-to-the-head shenanigans was a magnificent time) but i couldn't stand how the fandom sees Ogata. i never empathized with his backstory and his murders; in fact i didn't pay attention to his history at all, but to my surprise it was all that the fandom focused on 😅
since i love Sugimoto more than Ogata and that i think he's quite underappreciated in the fandom, it got tiring seeing only Ogata everywhere in my timeline/dashboard. Coupled with having to accidentally seeing SugiOga art all the time, it just got uncomfortable for me... thus i left with heavy heart (;′⌒`)
-Bakugou x Deku from BNHA
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i don't follow BNHA anymore but i still love seeing BakuDeku art pops out from time to time. that said, i don't like Bakugou as much as i used to. i think i got tired of his animosity or at least acrid behavior towards Deku, and his relatively glacier character development compared to anything else made me feel dissatisfied. Buuuut i don't mind seeing noncon-dubcon BakuDeku art at all HAHAHA 🔥 Deku is so cute i wanna hug him but also see him being destroyed
Honorable Mention:
Dante x Vergil from DMC (not the reboot!)
Kaneki x Hide from Tokyo Ghoul
Kazuhira Miller x Big Boss from MGS
Steve x Tony from MCU
Kuroo x Daichi from Haikyuu
Beard x Jacket from Hotline Miami
Thanks for asking! It was a lot of fun answering this and browsing my folders to post my older fanart 😆👍
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Finally caught up to EN Twisted Wonderland chapter 7 and gotta say I got goosebumbs moment Malleus started singing and logo of the game came on the screen (even though I knew it was coming)
Chills literal chills lmao
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mayaishiipeters · 2 years
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hi. seinfeld severance au
jerry tells a bad joke and ends up in the break room
kramer visits his good friend newman in optics and design
kramer gets lost in the hallways
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kramer: and when you see a scary number it goes in that box jerry: a scary number? kramer: you got it jerry: numbers can't be scary kramer: oh yes they can. first time i saw a scary eight? oohohho *does a wild hand gesture* it was spooky. i got goosebumbs jerry
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the Music Dance Experience incentive is banned from macrodata refinement because elaine's dancing is too dreadful to bear
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pixicunt · 1 year
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Do let me know what you think about the fic though. I know the writing style is really good cuz it's so easy (for me that is) to get lost in the fic. I couldn't read further cuz I'm too soft for jk being tortured/played like that. I don't mind if that's the reader. I remember almost imagining that happen in real life and I got goosebumbs till I calm myself. People did say something like "I have to keep reminding myself that this is just a fic" cuz it gets too immersive.
nothing is too much for me, i just read a few gross ones that might be way to extreme to talk about here (outside of a fic) . please dont hesitate to come off anon and private chat me if your comfortable cause as of yet i dont have any mxm readers to chat with and i have alot to say!. i will give that link you sent a read, please let me know.
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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year
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Okay, real quick message about as blue as your taste. My personal favorite parts and in no particular order:
1. His morning sky, radiant, even when compared to the purpling, blooming dawn of the expanse outside of your window, casting the room in a sweet morning glow. Bathing your features, resplendent, as though you were made to be seen in the morning light. And perhaps you were. 
2. His cherry cola girl, sweetly radiant and resplendent beneath him. Unfairly resonant of some kind of solar goddess in the lavender-gold hue of early-morning sunlight awash on the creme color of your bedroom walls, splashing along the skin of your now-bared legs, beckoning him to paint you with the reverence you deserved – an eternal piece of art worthy of worship. The very notion of you, heavy in his bones, keeping him grounded whenever he was away, even when he was in the sky.
HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO DEAL WITH THIS!?!?! 🙃🙃🙃 WHO IS GONNA LOVE ME AND DESCRIBE THAT LOVE FOR ME AND MY BEAUTY LIKE THIS!?!?!? Like OMG yes! I AM THE LIGHT and I AM ART WORTHY OF WORSHIP. I am SPIRALING ❗️❗️❗️
3. “S’alright, Cielo, I took care of it. And the dishes, and the laundry. I wanted you to sleep in. You know, you work so hard, … and I come bearing gifts,” Mickey passes you the still-warm mug from the nightstand, into your eager fingertips, pleased at the look of gentle surprise that crossed your features.
GIRL. As I read that I got giddy and honry as'f cause that domestic shit really gets to me. Lord knows I get tired of bringing my own coffee to bed in the morning 🤣
4. Bending, Mickey revels in the slight gasp that his touch has emitted from you as you begin to stir, quick to follow the teasing traipse of his fingertips with the skating bridge of his nose, and the sweetest skim of his lips along your neck, trailing up, up to the bridge of your cheek.
One word: GOOSEBUMBS.
If this doesn't make sense. I'm sorry but this was really good and I enjoyed it ALOT.
YOU ARE AN ANGEL -- Do you KNOW how much this made my day???? Like I cannot freaking deal, I cannot FATHOM.
You have picked out some of my absolute favorite parts -- I LOVE that everyone seems to have really vibed with the lavender and gold early morning bit, that YES!!! YOU ART WORTHY OF WORSHIP!!!!!!
I want that for us. I want us to be revered for all we are worth.
And, like, I know you've read my stuff before so you KNOW by now -- I am an absolute SUCKER for the domestic shit, too, like I DIE over shared cups of coffee and sweet, soft moments. It's basically all I want to write with them.
UGH! Thank you for indulging me. Thank you for sending me this! Thank you for reading! You are an absolute GODDESS. And I will paint the starry night skies with constellations of you, because you ARE the light.
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eulchu · 11 months
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its a jujustu kaisen fic that mainly covers love as a whole (?) i haven't read it in a while but its like real fucking angsty (i realize that this is like completely off topic from heatwaves but tbf it reminded me of this fic so eh)
heres the link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/28232274/chapters/69182538
i got goosebumbs skimming through it so i might actually read it i love fics that give off a very specific vibe
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stupidbeecandle · 2 years
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Got to try my new meds today.
Sofar Im moving boxes in 90 degree weather up and down stairs but Im also so so cold I have goosebumbs and nothing can warm me up, not even hot showers.
And thats really weird!
On the bright side I needed to call a doctor so I got my phone out and called the doctor and then started cleaning some stuff around the house after and my husband pointed out how absolutely out of character both of these behaviors were for me to do without freaking out
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ginger-idiot · 3 months
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Don't you just love it when you say you don't like something or someone and just because they've never seen you do it or meet them say that you do, you just haven't tried it. Well, father, do tell me how I like Goosebumbs, a series I have tried to read, but just never got into it. Go on. I'm waiting. Oh, and don't pull the "But I've never seen you read it!" Card. SCHOOL EXISTS, STEP-DAD, SCHOOL EXISTS.
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twistedcomic · 7 months
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Hellooooo, I wanted to ask: Is there any Barbera related trivia you would like to share but will never get a chance to within the comic? She's my favorite and I'd always like to know more about her! Also I remember you mentioning that you have ideas for what the characters voices would sound like if they were say animated or live-action, do you have any voice actors/actors you'd cast?
Hey Anonym! Oh boy, I kept thinking about this question for a while. So. Barbera is the unfiltered asshole some might fantasize about letting lose when really frustrated. She's definitely a power fantasy for me (as are all of them.) Jaune has the same impulsive monstrosity about her, when pushed to the brim. But Jaune still does believe in people and wants to be accepted an have friends and feel welcome somewhere. I imagine Barbera to sound... raspy and smokey and hag-ery with a cat twang. That's very scientific. Sorry, I do not have specific voice actors in mind. The voice actor with the best cackle who can also sound very menacing and dark. Maybe Wendie Malick (who spoke Eda from Owl House) She is the It running wild, zero fucks to give. I'd appreciate she being spoken by a nonbinary voice actor. But to be very honest... I had to look up the names i'll be naming here. I don't know many voice actors. In the beginning I had this main idea about her, that she gets insanely obsessive about a certain question and will not stop at anything to solve it. And that her main motivator for following the lady was the lady having answers. Barbera is utterly disconnected from technology. The version I had in mind in the beginning would have had her head explode by wikipedia. Then again - she would go down the rabbit holes and lose her mind at insatisfactory sources. The many years of being left to her own devices degenerated her more. She never adjusted. She'd always be an asshole. Including as a kid. Her parents are neglectful scientists, who are disliked bei their peers but brilliant. She was a strange accident and raised herself. And very happy with that. I think in a nurturing environment, she'd still not be social at all, but she might not let the It run wild indiscriminately and would have turned out a fine mathematician some day. Coming home to an unfurnished block apartment and eating the same everyday. Probably toast and Nutella. And gluing razor blades to the playground, because those damn kids are too loud. One of the reasons for drawing twisted was wanting to draw splatter. I do not like violence in reality at all. I also don't like mindless violence. Barbera lets me draw this in droves. She doesn't need a reason. But it's more satisfying if there IS a reason. She's also too brutal to 'enjoy' her oevres. The Lady could let somebody life for years. Barbera's people don't survive more than 10 minutes. Gabriel... doesn't even realize that she's sometimes killing people. Jaune does not enjoy the suffering of others, but she seeks control over her own emotions by putting all the blame on others (which usually is warranted). But she's also always been jealous and 100% depended on what other thought of her. There are many snippets that will probably not make it into the comic. There is one where she convinces Gabriel, that the incinerator in the cellar needs regular feeding or it'll turn against them. There is also one where Gabriel invites her whole therapy group into the secret head quarters and Barbera REALLY enjoys having so many people at home who will definitely not be leaving again. For the other characters the voice actors... The Lady should be somebody who can sound soultry and seductive and very cold. I recently got goosebumbs with the Voice Acress who voices Lillith in Diablo 4 (Caroline Faber) and I also really, really like the narrator of Baldurs Gate 3 (Amelia Tyler). Voice actors are so incredibly versatile - I am sure many could pull that off. Jaune als has that cracking in her voice - as if a bit hoarse from laughing too much. She should sound giddy and young (but not like a child). I've heard the manner of speaking called "Valley Girl" sometimes, but I am not sure, if that's the correct term. Maybe Grey Griffin (Azula). Gabriel is no nonsense with German accent. I'd appreciate a German voice actor. I appreciate the questions a lot! Thank you!
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daechwitamv · 1 year
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lee knows "im addicted to you" lines especially are so perfect for his voice he sounds insanely good i got fucking goosebumbs all over im so in awe of him
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collected-times · 2 years
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So my bodyfriend chose to give me kisses and suck a little bit, this is how the ones on the breast became what they are. But the scratch next to it was also intentional but came with real physical pain.
This wasn't the intention and it was some rough session yesterday which was actually nice but now I have to look down every day and my brain simply goes to "you got hurt again". It gives me huge anxiety and I already communicated that so it won't happen again but right now I have to live with these thoughts. I knew it wouldn't be easy to let people in and I get really attached to my partner in this specific time. I even would say that I love him, especially in some moments when I just look at them and they're so gorgeous, precious, soft in a way and I love their body, their voice and mind. I just don't know if the feelings are as real as I think they are because I just broke up with my ex girlfriend and didn't really cope cuz I thoufht there was nothing to cope but there surely is. Now I'm wondering if I get attached because of the fear of being left again.
And then there is that one thing that make big questionmarks appear over my head. We are doing this music thing, we casually fuck and share kinks and live that, but when it comes to closer things he blocks me off. This kinda hurts me because I see how pretty things could be but I can't change it. Their presence simply makes me have goosebumbs on my arms or even on my skull that's how deep it is for me. I don't know what to feel about it.
So basically the mood is prints on my boobs from rough sex and don't know how to cope with my emotions. See ya soon y'all
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