#i’m guilty af ngl

[laurorne]

༊*·˚ BUT A WHISPER || criston cole x targaryen!reader

summary: a knights love for his lady isn’t always innocent, nor wholly good. and it seems, ser criston is entirely and utterly infatuated with you, and you don’t entirely mind it.

warning(s): nsfw!! softcore yan! criston, smut, religious mentions, semi-public make out, dry humping, criston leave targaryen princesses alone challenge when? (reader is implied to be targaryen but there’s no parental mention)

word count: 574

a/n: hii!! this is my attempt at getting back into writing nsfw on a blog, this is only a drabble because i just wanted some quick practise, but if you wanna request anything, feel very free to :))

a muffled breath, the creak of leather as his gloved hands tighten on your cheeks. thumbs caressing your jaw as he smothers your lips in a kiss.

desperate, needy, wanton.

he pants, lips still brushing yours as he takes a shallow breath to press back to the plush of your lips. his hips knocking against yours has the hilt of his sword prodding your side as he pushes impossibly closer.

you’re surrounded by him, in tough leathers and fine fabrics. your arms are quick to wind around his neck, chest pressing up into him as you allow him to indulge recklessly. in the middle of a hallway, teased and wanting. his tongue pressing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh and begging for permission, begging for reassurance that you want him just as badly. you do.

he pulls away, lips pressed to the curve of your cheek as one of his hand traces the curve of your neck, falling lower and lower to your ribs. thumb brushing through the fabric of your dress onto the skin below your breast. “this is a bad idea, criston.”

a fluttering open mouthed kiss and a swipe of his tongue, and he’s devoted. “i love you.”

it’s weak and it’s whiny and god it stirs something within you. something curling and angry and sweet all at the same time. fluttering at the pit of your stomach as he follows the pulse of your arteries.

in the near absent light, his dark brown eyes have you. have your heart beating against your rib cage wildly, pleading to be let out. begging to be let out of its cage and placed within his. his hand leaves your ribs in favour of a fist full of thigh. hoisting the leg up to lay flush against his. the heat of his body heady against yours, comforting and unbearable all the same.

he’s pawing at the cloth, attempting to move it out of his way and gain access to what he really wants. a snug home for him, only him. he’s lucky, by the seven is he lucky. to even have the chance to touch you like this. frantically and desperately in a deserted hallway in the dead of the night. to have you allow him to take it this far, you are gracious.

your hand trails down his chest, past the open slip of his chest and to the lacing lower. near the leather belt and the sloppily tucked in ends of his shirt. “you are far to needy, sweet knight.”

he pants against your pulse point, open-mouthed and needy. he continues his endeavour on your throat though, he’s past your teasing comments by now. he presses butterfly kisses to that spot on your throat.

tongue laving over the spot before he bites down on it, not daring to suck hard enough to leave a mark on your skin, no, never. you’re to beautiful for such depravity. “and you are far to accomodating.”

criston rolls his hips into yours, pressing far closer than before so you can feel just how much your accomodation has effected his greed. you stick the breathy moan growing in your throat with a pin as you share a pointed look with him. at which he jostles you mockingly, thigh pressing up into your cunt as his hand roughly cups your breast through your dress. thumbing over your nipple as he inhales the oils you’d bathed in today.

his devotion makes something stir in you, you’re not entirely sure you hate this attention either.

#house of the dragon #hotd #criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader smut #if loving how pathetic he is #is a crime?? #i’m guilty af ngl #he’s a baddie guys #i swear #targaryen!reader

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

I really had to come out anon. ngl that my blog was outdated and I wanted to fix that.

I agree with that lyric, but also “The walls you make, the plans we fake to stay in line” and “To live's no curse, it is the knowledge we are slaves”. Those two also fit with Kisaki’s line of thought.

I didn’t know about that song (even tho I’m European) but by what you wrote it fits. For me associating a character to a song takes some time while other times it’s just too easy.

And a couple more songs that I associate with other characters:

Taiju : The divine stigmata by Disembodied Tyrant

Yuzuha: Sun killer by Spiritbox

Also, I love your blog mines just cursed and full of weird stuff about my oc’s

Ay well then welcome back! lol blog renovations are tedious and annoying. I hope that it's not too bad a process for you buddy

Lemme fuckin say your yuzuha song is 😩😩😩😩 perfection. Official theme sorry not sorry

I see your Taiju song and it tracks bc god complex af but mine for Taiju has to be nowhere to go by bad omens though ofc not from his perspective sks I mean you're used to speaking in tongues to feel like you're in control? Mans hid behind religion constantly.

I'm the same sometimes it's an obvious hit and other times it takes a while to click who goes to what song. I can be very guilty of pushing characters into songs like I do w ✨situationa✨

#taiju anti here #sksksks #i cant give him anything but a /you and everything your dtand for is bullshit/ type of song oops #talk to chu

[alyjojo]

Thinking of You - March 🥺 2024 - Aquarius

Whole of their energy towards Aquarius: The Sun

Feelings: King of Pentacles

Intentions: 7 Swords

Actions: 2 Wands

Someone is really immature, but they like you a lot. Could be physically attracted to you, I’m not seeing any deep feelings here. I’m not sure if they have the emotional bandwidth for that, it’s kinda one level with them. But, you make them really happy, being around you makes them feel good…maybe a little turned on ngl. Their feelings being King of Pentacles, not a “feely” sort of king, he’s about the practical, work, finances, what he can change and control in his world. Could work a lot, run a business, either is or “acts like” a professional business sort of personality. Money is important to them. They may not talk to you because they like you, or because you do. Could be someone at work trying to keep their mouth shut and act professional, but they do.

Either one of you is flirty and forward with the other one, it’s either known that someone is attracted, or this person feels it but holds all of that back because *they* deem it as immature. But they may give you some sort of opportunity that means something worthwhile, or you do. It’s possible this person has been really immature being angry or triggered about something with you, and you’re finding out about it, now they feel bad. In any story, they feel guilty. They aren’t accountable though 🙄 this is someone that slinks around like a snake in the grass, hiding in corners, avoiding people and tough conversations because…immature. If they wait *long enough* everything will be fine. They think. You should pop out and say BOO with some of their bs, watch them run 😁 EX drama came out on your side, could be an ex or it just exists for you generally, maybe they know that. Or that’s what the apology is about. Someone wants to apologize but won’t actually. They plan on it, they want to move forward, they may even have something all typed up ready to go (like they’re gonna face you, no), but they don’t send it. This is regarding an apology, Apology is what came out to describe this. You mean a lot to them, however you know them, and they feel guilty for being a flirt, being an ass, messing around idk. It’s a waiting game with this one, I don’t see you doing anything.

Messages:

Their side:

- Light of my Life 🕯️

- You are everything to me!

Your side:

- Shy 🙈

- EX Drama

Possible signs:

Aries & earth 🌍

If you’re dealing with:

Knight of Swords, with loving cards too, you are open and very truthful with the people you care about, whether it’s telling them how you feel (Page of Cups underneath), or calling them on their shit. With love 💙 You take action with your people and make them a priority, making plans to visit & see each other. Or you are this month anyway. You may be spreading around some good news, or something good you’ve waited on is happening this month.

Aries - talking a lot about work or family, a good friend or someone you gossip with 🗣️

Taurus - done with the drama, you care about them but like…time out until you chill out mmk

Gemini - heartbroken you went in another direction, could be some levels of bs involved, or switch it

Cancer - always thinking they’re getting away with something, the opposite of Knight of Swords, you might crush them - or have before

Leo - this person comes off as attractive, sweet, appealing, lovebomby af, you’re not confident about this…I asked why and got Queen of Swords (bc you’re not stupid 😆), you’re on guard 💯

Virgo - could have some kind of feelings but they don’t know how to process or deal with it, emotions are just a burden…love sure, but that’s only one

Libra - a very strong soul connection you’ve had for a long time, there’s mutual love here

Scorpio - waiting for nothing, you’re not sleeping with them, may not even be into them

Sagittarius - stressed out about something the two of you are trying to create and whether it’s going to work out or not - or that’s just them

Capricorn - may pop out for a second and then go back into their hidey hole - The Hermit

Aquarius - working together with you, could be patient with rules or letting you lead on something, maybe something they don’t even know about and you do so…lead on

Pisces - could have issue with kids, running around from A to B, could need a babysitter, they’ve got a lot on their plate and could use a hand, if you’re willing 🖐️ idk if they’ll ask

#Aquarius #thinking of you #march 2024 #astrology #tarot reading #tarotblr

[glasscupsss]

i’m really interested in seeing when and how elain finds out about rhys meddling in her life (i think that is a huge plot point and it was whack af to put it in a bonus chapter but whatever). cause it’s obvious they have to sneak around because of lucy loo but i could see her maybe not realizing it’s also because of rhys (because why would he do that).

i’ve already head cannoned that they become besties so i’m ready for the betrayal. (DRAMA♥️)

is az gonna tell elain straight up before they even start their love affair or is he gonna wait a bit?

is he gonna tell her at all or is she gonna find out through something else (vision, idk someone else finding out and telling her)?

ngl i would not be mad at a little drama if az keeps her out of that loop (to protect her image of rhys and their friendship dynamic maybe?) and it would give us an opportunity to see how they fight/resolve conflict between themselves. i mean i would be mad at azriel but i love being mad at men.

is rhys gonna tell her himself??? is she gonna be like, f u r i o u s , or is she gonna be a little more emotional/quiet strength about it because her brother in law who said she had a choice, who has provided her with a home and family and money, who has become her friend, lied and manipulated her life and she can’t decide whether she’s more angry or devastated? we’ve seen her react both ways to conflict so whatever happens i’m riding for my flower queen.

you see personally i would probably just start crying and retreat into a hovel in the forest until i was sorted out enough to yell at someone but i’m so excited to see how elain handles it.

does elain already know (seers know stuff) and accept/understand rhys’ motives but is gonna go against them anyway? (cause we know she’s gonna go against him) (though i doubt that she knows already)

i think ultimately az will tell her upfront or she will find out on her own pre-smut and tell him she doesn’t care about rhys’ dumb ass and i love a healthy relationship BUT…

bottom line is i have a groveling kink so i want a guilty rhys and az begging elain for forgiveness 🙏🏼

i also love emotional turmoil because ♥️ a n g s t ♥️

#elain archeron #elriel #elain x azriel #i wrote this at 2am so i’m positive it’s unintelligible #non of my fics have updated so i have nothing to distract myself from my own delusion #help me #pro elriel #elain kingslayer #elain acotar

[faroreswinds]

Anon asks! My fingers don’t hurt anymore so let’s goooooo!

I’ve seen people saying Claude’s ruthless actions in the later part of his route make sense because killing his brother broke him/had a heavy effect on him or something, what do you think of that?

Hmmmm. Maybe. But I don’t think so. 

Claude seems ruthless even in other routes too. He just wants Rhea fucking dead. He’s willing to commit a lot of heinous crimes just so his people don’t suffer. I don’t think this Claude was “broken” by any act other than feeling guilty about sacrificing Caspar’s uncle. 

But I am going through the routes slowly now. I’m on SB and I’m editing my recordings as I go for a large super-cut. Then, I’ll have a single giant story to watch and observe carefully. 

Might make a video on my thoughts if I don’t burn out first. 

I’m actually really mad now seeing all the supports because it made me realize byleth didn’t NEED to be silent or an exposition dump since their background is already interesting enough, hell, the s supports can be kept but I was so mad at intsys for wasting zach aguilar and jeannie tirado’s talents, I really like hearing them in character! Quite soothing and soft actually. I think intsys drank the persona koolaid (i don’t like persona characters being silent either but you don’t see people hating on them as much) and wanted to copy that intsead of letting their protagonists’s background that they gave them shine! Shez is fun but wasted on nopes too

I’m loving Byleth here and yeah, it bums me out they are such a non-character in Houses. They have no sense of humor (in a cute, clueless way), are considerate, thoughtful, and quiet. I like them a lot. 

What a waste. 

Shez is alright. I find them a nothing-burger than just so happens to talk.

It feels like 3 hopes like 3 houses before it, wants to have its cake and eat it too. It kinda wants to be in the anti 3 houses in the sense of reducing/getting rid of the academy phase and downplay Byleth's presence but it also doesn't want to invalidate Byleth. It's nice fanservice, but I feel like this game ultimately proves that you shouldn't always listen to fan feedback if it's going to compromise/contradict your original vision.

The devs listening to feedback is both a blessing and curse.

We finally get Ashe and Yuri supports! But who is this Claude?! 

I was really pissed at first but I’ve calmed down a lot. For a few reasons.

I knew it was going to be fan service but ALSO try not to invalidate Houses from the moment it was announced. I just... I knew. I’m old enough to catch these patterns. The reason I was pissed wasn’t because of these things but because I didn’t except the blatant character assassination we are seeing. But when I just view it as a fun game to play, I feel a lot better. 

That’s why I ultimately still bought the game. It’s still fun!

Dumb, but fun.

Also, I don’t think this is the same writing team entirely, which is why things probably feel WAY off. 

The writing is so odd (have seen some people play SB and GE but but not finished.). Seems like overall character interactions are poignant, but story is obtuse? Sometimes I can’t follow the flow of lines in story. Compare Edelgard’s war declaration in the 2 games. It was coherent in the original. Had to reread it 3 times to make sense of it in Hopes. Thoughts?

Like I said in the last answer, I don’t think this is entirely the same writing team. 

But so far, in some ways the writing is REALLY good and solid, but taken as a whole is a disaster. 

I’ve already reached a point in SB where I’m scratching my head. Like, girl, you installed your phony pope, and now we are... rescuing Lonato? Ok.... This is kinda boring, ngl. Why do you want Rhea alive so damn badly? Why are you pretending you just want the Church gone when in reality you want everyone united?

Be honest for 5 seconds, Edelgard. 

It’s these little things that make the story fall apart. But the little stuff like rescuing Dimitri in AG is solid af. 

I know a lot of people don’t like Byleth but I really liked their supports with Jeralt and Shez plus how Zach Aguilar and Jeannie Tirado voiced them plus their voicelines with Sothis and then I got mad and I think devs shafted their own protagonist in Houses! Their story could’ve been so much more interesting! Like they’re already mysterious and weird from the beginning but it sounds like devs had too little time and too much on their plate.

People don’t like Byleth because they are messy and boring in Houses. But here, they are actually kinda interesting. I think some people are going to see Byleth in a new light.

I never hated Byleth, but I was always disappointed in how they were handled and how they ruined the story. So seeing them here is actually really nice like this. 

At least they used this chance to (somewhat) make them something worth caring about. 

Warning: long rant about GW Claude

I guess the problem with GW Claude’s characterisation is that the idea of his negative development in an alternate world is only good on paper. It would have been a compelling story if the writing team had successfully pulled off “an alternate Claude letting his own biases get to him,  leading to him unknowingly becoming the villain” while keeping true to Houses Claude’s core personality. Something like “Houses Claude spending a year working closely with Rhea opened his eyes” and “Flame Emperor’s actions made him realise that Edelgard is impossible to work with and there really IS a line that you should not cross”, but Nopes Claude doesn’t experience these events and remains unaware of his own flaws and prejudices.

Claude’s most important traits are his curiosity and open-mindedness, but it seems these traits have been completely ignored in 3Nopes. Nopes Claude obviously doesn’t really understand how Fodlan works and what kind of people his enemies/possible allies are. It’s clear based on how he established the Federation with him being the King, completely disregarding the problem that pretty much every Alliance lord except his hard core stan (Holst and Judith) would be against it. It would be one thing if Claude does try to learn the truth about Fodlan but gets manipulated by Edelgard/TWSITD and ends up being the unwilling villain, but Nopes Claude makes zero effort to do that!

Oh, and the fact that the story-telling of Claude’s route in Houses was not very good certainly didn’t help either. I am happy with all the little bits of history lore they have added in Nopes, but Claude and Edelgard’s character assassination just irritates me to no end. Imma gonna pretend GW is only 8 chapters long and stick with AG for dimidue content.

Nothing to add at this time, anon. Just love the rant. XD 

There is still stuff to enjoy so I hope you like Dimidue!

#Three Hopes #anon asks

[its-all-under-control]

todayyyy i had an apple two pear slices my persons nut and like 0.41 of a chinese takeaway plate (which is so much. ouch)

that fried rice and hor fun was so calorically dense and oily but SOOOO FUCKING DELICIOUS MY GODDDDDD. considering i haven’t had a normal person meal since sunday I think i earned it (still feels guilty af)

may purge but ngl the feeling of intense ravenous hunger afterwards isn’t really worth it + i fucked today so i’m considering that 87? calories burnt plus all that salt and msg is sitting very happy in my little piggy tummy

i keep going “mmm my body is fueled” then having to mentally slap myself and go NO POISON BAD cause i have to unlearn my recovery 😭😭😭

#⭐️ve #light as a 🪶 #ed relapse #pro for me not for thee #ana rexx #anoresick #tw: ed #ed behaviour tw #tw restrictive ed #body dismorphia tw #tw disordered thoughts #tw restriction #tw disordered eating #tw ed sheeran #tw thinspi #tw ed but not sheeran #i wanna ⭐️ve #i need to ⭐️ve #i want to ⭐️ve #⭐️rve #⭐️ving #⭐️ ing motivation #⭐️vation goals #⭐️rving #my blog

[thekaijudude]

Ok, so as I’m writing this sentence, I just uploaded a speed art of me drawing another form of Milave: Mythical Mode. By the way, I decided not to try and make his base form look more like a pure fusion… for a rather large number of reasons. However, for Mythical Mode, I tried to take the aesthetic I was going for and… really try for it to be comparable to Saga.

Also, if you don’t think this is, at the very least, significantly closer to Saga… I’ll genuinely have some serious, serious questions for you about that one, lmao. For one thing, I’d ask how it’s still not comparable to Saga, and for the other, I’d ask how you think I can possibly fit more detail in.

Plus, seeing as this one took 20 to 30 minutes longer than the base form (which took over 40 minutes to design), I’m probably going to have a panic attack if you don’t think it’s comparable to Saga. So yeah, this paragraph and the one above are just a massive rant about how I’m really, really hoping you think this design is comparable to Saga.

Btw, that's not me trying to make you feel guilty for your opinion, even if that opinion ends up being that it’s still not on the level of Saga’s design. Nor am I trying to get you to lie to me about it.

Anyway, the questions still remain the same, but with an additional question this time: 

—What would this design look like as a suit?

——Where would you rank the suit with this design on a scale of 1 to 30, and where would that be in relation to Saga on said scale?

——Comparing the design’s complexity to Saga, how expensive do you think it would be to produce a suit with this design at the same level of quality as Saga’s suit?

Ah yes this is more like it

But it seems that you actually take your art very seriously tbh so you should actually upload them on your own blog and start your own thing over there as I have artist friends that do the same and actually build their brand cause u definitely can't do it over here since my blog isn't geared towards this tbh

Otherwise,

1) ya as said, this definitely looks more like a pure fusion, otherwise the only criticism is just literally the body proportions itself are wonky af (arms too thick, face looks squashed, why are the eyes tilted so vertically?)

2) 20/30, could definitely do something about the abdomen, and the color scheme is too varied and dosent flow well like Saga's. And ngl, the horns are really squashing the face too much

3) it'll probably actually cost less since as pointed out above, the "collapsing" theme isn't as consistent as Saga's

Thanks for the question!

#ultraman #asks

[wherethehellismysupersuit]

EP - 12 review

Let me just say that at this point, 25 21 is just a series of memes of baek yijin looking shocked with his hand on his mouth lmaoo-

Am i late? i can’t tell. i was just impressed at heedo’s fluent french, just like yijin.

So. I may or may not have been guilty of the same reaction through this entire episode. 

Where do i even begin? The argument between heedo and her mum was realistic and hilarious af. one moment u guys are happily holding hands, the next u are bickering. it stayed true to their characters without being overly sappy.

Ji Seungwan is a freakin’ queen. I have never admired nor crushed on someone so hard before.( i lied. I’m crushing hard on all the characters in this series) I’m glad this ep gives her the spotlight she rightfully deserves.

Corporal punishment, although banned, still continues to prevail in a lot of countries. Idk about the western ones, but i can safely vouch for the asian ones. My blood was boiling the entire time i saw the teacher. The harsh reality is, not everyone is like Seungwan. Some people who are toppers, usually use their status as a way to get away with literally anything, all because of a set of numbers on their paper. That’s fucked up. The entire system of judging someone by numbers is fucked up imo, although we have no other choice.

Although i did feel like the scene between her and her mother was slightly unrealistic; cause if i did something like that my mom would’ve screamed at me, locked herself in a room, thought about it, grudgingly agreed, and then comfort me. i liked the fact that the mum didn’t just agree and tell her that her decision was brave like a game npc. Unfortunately, the real world is harsh, and you’re not always able to uphold your beliefs. Partly that’s why i admire seungwan- because i know i would’ve bent unlike her, who broke. her mom reading the teachers at Taeyang High to filth had me whooping at my screen. Like mother, like daughter.

The fencer Yeji struggling also got to me. The feeling when something u used to love, is now something you’ve grown tired of, is heartbreaking. imo, the coach was giving her an out; a chance to reevaluate her determination. Maybe i’m biased, cause i love coach yang.

yurim and heedo were peak besties. we love to see it.

yijin and heedo doing coupley things like making excuses to walk under an umbrella had me squealing and dying of cuteness. oh, if i knew what was yet to come.

Jiwoong and Seungwan have the most natural friendship i’ve seen in kdrama history. that easiness of confession, and the comfort in hanging out makes me wistful, ngl. Also, we get the male crying? and the female comforting? and it’s purely platonic? we love it. (although i would not be opposed to a friends since diapers -to- lovers trope if u know what i mean ;] )

And now the most important part. excuse my aggressiveness.

THE FUCKING KISS? IN A DIMLY LIT ROOM, SOFT TV BLARING IN THE BACKGROUND, THE ANTICIPATION IN HEEDO’S FACE AS SHE COUNTS DOWN THE SECONDS, YIJIN’S SUDDEN AWARENESS OF THE CLOSE PROXIMITY OH MY GOD I’M ACTUALLY DEAD-

And there’s that. I must say that the next preview makes me anxious. as it always does. and i have to wait a week for it. boo.

also, if i don’t post on the next weekends, please feel free to assume that my family has called the exorcist on the account of thinking that i am possessed due to the amount of unholy noises i make when watching this drama. i’m truly sad to think that this will soon end and then what am i supposed to do with my life?

stan seungwan’s perm.

signed, your resident psychoanalyser. 

#twenty five twenty one #baek yi jin #na hee do #ko yu rim #ji seung wan #moon ji woong #i call myself 'psychoanalyser' but really i'm just an analyser who's a lil bit psycho #also if u wanna scream with me on this show #comment! let's talk :) #weekend ramblings

[rrasado]

The demon brothers with MC who is very childish like they still watch blues clues wear soft and pastel cloths and play with toys?

Such Childish Antics

And again, I’m soft af- y’all just keep sending fluffy requests and it’s distracting me from my daily dose of angst dkns/j. But on all seriousness I had a lot of fun with this one ^ ^.

Lucifer

At first it was...not exactly what he expected, like far from it actually. Was there something that purposely made you wanna act like this? Who knows.

When he checked your files prior it didn’t mention anything about... needing routine head pats or literal tucking into bed- heck he didn’t expect you to actually go along with Mammon’s equally childish antics.

Which fully circles us back to the subtle fact that he learns to actually find rest in your behavior because let’s face it- your childish and his brothers’ childish are different.

Actually gets worried when you refuse to eat your veggies tho- he didn’t think he’d had to resort to...very underhanded methods i.e. using illusion spells to just feed you proper food despite sweets.

“MC you must finish this if you don’t want to fall ill. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

Very by the book with dealing with you he isn’t exactly the best at kids due to his aura but overall his actions make up for it.

Mammon

The solidarity you two have just spiked up tenfold, don’t worry about being the few people that still use jinx or superstitions like swallowing gum and believing it’ll stay there for the next seven years, because mammon also semi believes them-

But on a more chaotic note, mammon would go from ‘hey I don’t like the human being here why do I have to look after them they’re so childish-‘ to ‘oi f*Ck you my child is fine-‘

Sometimes feels guilty of taking advantage of your childish nature so he makes sure to make it up to you in some way whether a food treat a plushie treat or heck whatever outing you’re up for.

Which equates to the conclusion that if mammon is being nice to you he might’ve pulled a joke or two unbeknownst to you and his mind won’t let him rest the guilt dsdkwksk.

“Yo! I found a new ice cream downtown wanna get some and try? We can bring beel if ya want!”

As proven by season two(?) he’s good with children so I believe he’s the best at dealing with you in general. Besides you distract him from the suffering he gets from his brothers so win win!

Leviathan

This can go either two ways, one a grand friendship via watching anime and reading manga/comics or two unholy screeching cause hey Mc don’t touch those not so family friendly series he has ey-

So starting with the former- wait you said you wanna binge some colorful series instead of doing work? GRAB THE POPCORN LE GO- will literally have stars in his eyes the moment you two click on one series and it’s just a rant (on his end) while you nitpick at your favorite elements of the series.

The latter well, after delving into your more hyper ish series he’ll try to avoid letting you catch glimpses of his other stuff, which we all know is a lot but we don’t need to mention that now do we-.

Will not hesitate to pull out a human tv with a human cable plan just for you to binge watch your own cartoons and series because if that’s what it takes for you to calm down then aIGHT- besides it’s calming you down so win win?

“Hey wanna cosplay that duo together?”

I kid you not it becomes a dream come true when you both get to cosplay duo characters from series and the sheer nya uwu power you two hold is powerful enough to break devilgram records djdjd.

Satan

As uncanny as it sounds, he reads bed time stories for you, to put into context- he teaches you a lot of useful still via bed time stories because he can’t approach you the normal way.

Like- the concept of corruption in the history of the Devildom? Yey let’s turn that into a tyrant king! Need to learn the importance of always having one of the brothers with you? Eyyy this is the tale of the Queen’s child and their knights!

If there are any words you have a hard time getting your head around or just don’t know the meaning like at all, he’s your go to dictionary.

Suffice it to say he’s good at what he tries attempting. Was at first a bit concerned because you complained about his books not having pictures and it takes the fun out.

“Hm? Well we can always search for ones with diagrams in the library if that’s how you learn faster...”

Surprisingly to him those horrific diagrams did help you learn faster in various Devildom subjects, but your suggestion of making them colored ink was just calmly rejected.

Asmo

I pray for the House of Lamentation’s mail box because it’s full of chEQUES AND BILLS- the shoppings sprees you two go on is enough to even have Mammon concerned.

Like- you two just went down town to buy some new matching outfits and really pretty ones at that, and asmo is now dragging you by the arm to head to another newly opened boutique saying it’s from another district and he and has to be the first ones to post some of their pieces? Mhm

Non stop devilgram pictures, you are the epitome of color in the Devildom soley because of this Demon- He actually managed to make pastel a trend in the gloomy circle of hell with the amount of pastel you wore in your pics together.

When he takes care of you or offers you a relax day, mans will grab the most spontaneous bath soaps and body washes and even make you a bubble bath with hella cool shaped bubbles in, ngl I want one now-

“Ahh darling your genuine laughter is just a good break from the others’ bickering it’s actually doing wonders for my skin-“

Asmo is the ultimate wine aunt and he will not hesitate to end anyone’s career the moment they speak of one negative thing about his precious human.

Beel

....we all know it’s gonna be glorious food- ANIMAL CAKES AND CUTE CUPCAKES THINK ABOUT IT GUYS THINK ABOUT IT-

His food diet looks like a Pinterest aesthetic pastry board because of you, the amount of cafes and cute bakeries you go to because you said you liked their vibe and that they look cute has him nomming sweets upon sweets.

Heck- you two Will attempt to make those cute Sanrio bento boxes for lunch, well more like for you cause he doesn’t care what his food looks like but hey! If it makes you happy and if it’s good then he’s hella happy.

Is probably on Lucifer’s side regarding you needing to eat your veggies. He’ll shape them into cute animals and objects if that’s what it takes assuming he can even go without eating them himself-

“Please MC? For me? Finish mr snikerdoodles-“ “you named your chives after what-“ “hush it Belphie”

Will join you and mammon on district runs for food and outings, will also join you and Levi when making cute food from certain series you’ve watched.

Belphie

Depending on how childish you are you’ll either see nap time as a blessing or a punishment, no matter which one you’ll still wind up napping with belphie.

Ya don’t wanna nap? Well too bad cause you’re already trapped with his arms to sleep, he does that with his pillow and since his pillow helps him sleep well Goodluck cause you’re now a plushie.

You wanna nap? Good cause you get to nap with a lot of stuffed toys heckin soft pillows fluffy blankets and a grown man to make sure you actually sleep and not...pretend. (I actually do that a lot believe it or not-)

But here me out, animal onesies, matching animal onesies, matching soft and comfortable animal onesies- ok but really, onesies you two will wear and not care if the others see because you’ll walk a round the house and that at night heading to the twins’ room.

“Want some milk before bed? It’ll probably get us more good dreams..”

Whether he actually believes what he’s saying or not, a good glass of milk before bed is one of the few calming routines you two share and he finds them pleasant.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #rras writes #writings from the eclipse #obey me mc

[theslotherin18]

TDPs writing is kinda shit ngl. They completely wasted Viren's character and the dark magic bad primal magic good message is really fucking bad when you put .2 ounces of critical thinking. Also how the fandom acts like Xadia did nothing/ far less wrong then humans while completely ignoring the power imbalances in the past and how magic creatures literally trail of teared humanity. This series frustrates me and I'm not denying what the humans are doing currently is ok (viren you fucking war criminal and shitty dad) but from the writing standpoint, it is shitty and poor attempted commentary on historical/social issues. Wished netflix didnt rush that last season because the writing definitely took a toll. Might make more posts tbh

Hold up scratch that, i guess a better word to use than writing would be framing. Like the character interactions and development are cool and all, its just the framing that "both sides are to blame but one is far more guilty than the other and its not the side with systematic advantages and big ass dragons" that i dont like.Why does nobody talk about this

Also lots of my wording is really bad cause im sleepy af so i hope i got my message across broadly enough.

#the dragon prince #we could have had a more nuanced baddie but all we got was discount ozai #at least we got aravos's sexy voice #will compliment the show on representation of poc lgbt and disabled ppl #plus a cool magic system and world building #plus interesting characters and mystery #gonna go on a rewatch binge soon #tdp #tdp fandom

[zafirosreverie]

hi hi, i was wondering if you'd be okay with writing like dating ursula gernsback hcs / preferences?? ngl our cute lil robot queen deserves more love!! if you can't, that's absolutely fine. love your writing, and i'm sending you lots of love... hope you feel better soon! :)

Ahauejiea MY PRECIOUS WIFE!!! She deserves all the love 💖💖💖 (and thank you! I'm recovering slowly but it's better than not recover right?💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤)

Also, ngl this ended being longer than expected because I also wrote how you met 😅 I hope you like it anyway!

Dating Ursula Gernsback would include

You crushing on her since the very first moment you walked into the store.

Her not paying you much attention at first, until she notices the way you're eyes keep traveling to her from time to time.

Her being quite amused by your blushing cheeks and the way you seemed to be unable to actually talk to her.

You coming back a few times to the store and Ursula taking note on how you seem to be more relaxed with Hugo.

She also noticing how her own system heating up seeing you speak so freely with Hugo

She asking the other robot how he did it. And why weren't you speaking to her like you did with him.

Hugo shrugging and saying he didn't know or care. You were just another silly client and she shouldn't be worrying about a stupid human.

Ursula getting incredibly mad at his words and being confused as to why she felt the need to correct him and say you weren't silly nor stupid. Was her programming failing?

She watching you carefully whenever you came to the store, taking notes on your behaviour and what you seemed to like.

She watching a couple kissing and realising that's what she wanted to do with you.

She downloading stuff to her system, trying to come up with the best way of flirt with a human.

She trying to flirt with you but being confused when you'd blush and ran away as quickly as you could.

Hugo laughing at her for it.

She being so done with Hugo's jokes and jealous af for the way he seemed to have your attention.

She following you into the street one night, taking your arm and dragging you to the back of the store, ignoring your complaints.

She pushing you to the wall.

You being a babbling mess, your cheeks being bright red as you try to get away.

Ursula straight up asking you why you liked Hugo and not her.

You blinking and asking why she thinks that.

She telling you about how she tried to get your attention and how you just ran away.

You apologizing, telling her about how nervous you get around her because it is her the one you actually like.

She being even more confused as to why you didn't say it before, and saying she likes you too.

She asking you if this would be an acceptable time to kiss you, making you even more shy but nodding.

She quickly looking for a kiss reference on her system, which allows her to give you the best kiss of your life.

"Are you my human now?" She asks after breaking the kiss.

You being confused by the way she said it but shyly nodding and saying you are if that's what she wants.

Ursula being more protective of you after that, always walking to you the moment you walk into the store, not wanting Hugo near you.

She calling you her little human.

She looking for more and more references of human behaviour and actually doing what you call "dates".

After a particular strange date, where you tried to cook for her, she carefully telling you she wasn't human.

You being confused and scared when she opened her chest, showing you her inner cables.

You don't visit the store for days and it making Ursula worry.

She coming to your place, asking you if you're upset with her.

She being confused and hurt when she realises you're scared of her.

"I'm sorry human, but this is what I am...are you mad at me for being a robot?"

You want to say yes, but deep inside you miss her. You melting at her tone of voice and assuring her you just need time.

She nodding and leaving you alone.

You coming to Blast from the past a few days later, frowning when you don't see her.

Hugo being mad at you, demanding to know what you did to his "wife", telling you she's been trying to find a way to become more human.

You being scared of him but also guilty for making her think she was less than perfect.

Hugo trying to kill you in order to have Ursula back to "normal".

Ursula coming to your rescue, fighting and disabling him, almost destroying the store (again) before turning to you and ask if you're hurt.

You being so shocked but assuring her you're fine, thanking her for saving you.

"You're my human, aren't you? I protect my human"

You smiling and apologizing for making her think she had to be more human, telling her she is perfect as she is.

She asking you if you're hers again then, this time for real.

You nodding and kissing her.

Ursula taking over the store with you by her side, keeping Hugo disabled and dismembered in different boxes.

She being jealous when someone flirts with you and you having to take her hand to calm her before she can takes her gun to disintegrate them.

She having so much questions about you and life outside the store.

You teaching her everything you know about humans and she does the same with robots.

You staring at her for hours, being so amazed by the fact that even if she wasn't human, she was a sentient being, which was beautiful to you.

She being equally amazed by human nature.

She watching you sleep and promising she'll always take care of her precious little human.

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KH's tags: @midnight-lestrange @mochiadria @emilyprentissslut @nerdyanon

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #ursula gernsback imagine #ursula gernsback x reader #ursula gernsback #ursula tomorrowland #gay for kathryn hahn #kathryn hahn imagine #kathryn hahn x reader #giveursulaagirlfriendchallenge

[writefightandflightclub]

Sink then float (Poe Dameron x GN reader)

Summary: Poe comes back from a mission to find that reader is experiencing a depressive episode, and he does what he can to take care of them while they’re sick. Hurt / comfort. Angst / slight fluff.

Author’s note: Was feeling super crappy at the start of the week (I’m ok now!) and this angst-bomb came out of me. Pleased to have finally written something, though it tackles a tough topic. I’ve tried to be as sensitive as possible while writing about depression, and while it’s something I have experienced in the past, of course it manifests differently for everyone. I have drawn on some personal experience to write this, but it is a fic. Therefore, it is necessarily outside of my direct experience, which opens up the possibility I may have gotten something wrong. Therefore, if you think there’s anything I’ve handled in a way that is harmful (even honest mistakes can be mistakes) I’m happy for you to send me an ask outlining this so I can correct and do better.

Warnings: It deals with reader in a depressive episode, and it is from reader’s POV. As such, it is pretty angsty, ngl, as reader’s thought process is in a bad place. The piece grows more hopeful as it progresses, and ends on a hopeful note, however it may still be difficult reading. I’ve actively tried to acknowledge in the text where reader’s thought-process is skewed by being sick e.g. when they say they are worthless, I’ve tried to directly counter this as it’s not objectively true. The last thing I want is for anyone to feel worse reading this, so I’ve tried not to validate reader’s most difficult thoughts (though what they’re going through is valid and it is valid for reader to be experiencing those thoughts)! That said, please take care when reading, as some of the feelings and thoughts set out may be triggering. Also, whilst there is no direct mention or suicidal thoughts or ideation, I am also warning for that, as there is some crossover in thought patterns. Ultimately, this is a fic about Poe being there to comfort reader, but reader finding that shred of hope inside themseleves, amidst feelings of hopelessness. I didn’t want to suggest that Poe could “fix” reader, so yes, they are still depressed at the end, but more comforted and hopeful than at the start. Sorry for all the warnings, but I wanted to be clear so you can make an informed decision on whether to read. Please stay safe!

GIF by @twillight​. Yowzers, it’s PRETTY AF.

There’s no poetry any more.

There are only syllables. Vowels like an orange in your mouth. Consonants rattling between your teeth. You speak only of sleep. Your words hollow like a worn, sprung mattress; inviting rest but offering no comfort.

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

There is no art any more.

Not even in a thousand burning suns. Not even as you tip your face up to the milky black. Not even in his face; that face you love. You look, and you feel numb.

Numb. Numb. 

No music.

Birds sing. It’s just noise, ringing in the hollow of your body.

Noise. 

You want to sleep. It is all you want, and you merely want it because you want nothing else.

No dance in your body. No motion; only stillness.

No fight left in you...

What is left, then?

Nothing?

Nothing left.

Yes.

Nothing but the robust pang of hunger.

Nothing but the parching thirst.

Nothing but this weight on your chest, pressing you to the bed.

Nothing but the refresher door taunting you because you can’t cross the chasm in five steps.

Nothing but the guilt and self-hatred, and false, invasive belief that you are worthless.

Guilt because you...

Can’t.

So much then? So much where there is “nothing”?

You are simply so full of empty that it has pushed everything good down. It has pushed you down until you are sunken. Until you are yelling at yourself from below water, sound muted.

Everything muted.

Colours. Feelings. Life. Love.

Worst of all, your love will be home soon.

Home and sleep is all you...

Home and you haven’t even...

You almost think about ...

You sigh.

You can’t.

You can’t complete the...

You feel nothing, and yet guilty tears fall to the pillow. A part of you understands you are not to blame for being sick, and still, there is this guilt.

You have him. 

Poe. Poe. Poe.

So, shouldn’t you be happy?

Why can’t you be happy?

Love shakes the inside of your chest, rattling against the bars of your ribs and wanting to be known. Reminding you of what you lack. It hurts. Everything hurts when it flexes, even love. Especially love. It flexes and it feels only restriction. It feels only weight on its chest. Such pain.

He will be home soon.

You love him. You know this, intellectually. And yet, you don’t want to see him. Don’t want think of him. Because you don’t want to be seen by him.

Not like this.

You don’t want to let him down. You don’t want to break his heart by meeting his loving gaze so hollow. As if he is not sunshine. As if he is not a thousand suns blazing; and yet, instead of poetry and art and music in your heart when you think of him, there are mere syllables, images, noise. There are those vowels again, large like an orange in your mouth, consonants rattling in between your teeth as you cry muffled sounds into the pillow.

He’ll be home soon. You don’t know how soon. You don’t know how long you have layed like this.

Still, all you can do is lie empty, where the room brims with mess and misery and shadow.

All you can do is lie in this empty room, where you brim full with sorrow.

It is enough. This is enough. You are enough, though you can’t see it.

And so, because you can’t see it, can’t feel it, you bring your hands to your face, despairing. Your fingers find your hair, and it’s dirty.

You just want to sleep. You want to tug the covers back over your head and disappear but..

There is a rap at the door.

He’s home now.

A soft knock, then inistent.

He’s back.

After a week apart he’ll be so...

...disappointed to see you. At least, that’s what you mind is telling you to believe.

You turn away and close your eyes as he pushes through into the dark room. You cannot look at his sunshine. It is too bright, like the round circle of sun at the mouth of a deep well. You cannot look, so your eyes scrunch closed as he flicks on a lamp, and you hear his feet deftly pick through the mess on your floor.

You try not to look.

You try not to hear.

You try not to exist.

How can feeling nothing still hurt? How can you wish to feel even less than this, just to blunt your pain?

Still, you do feel something. You feel his sturdy weight settle on to the bed beside you.

You do hear. You hear him sigh.

Yes, he sighs, but it’s gentle, concerned, and his hand finds your shoulder, his touch like warm sand on your cold, goosepimpled skin. Rough and full of sunshine.That blessed sunshine you cannot -at the present moment-comprehend.

“Honey?” he asks, and you hear his voice, soft and tender. You hear his love, but you can’t feel it. No, you can’t.

His voice should ignite you. There should be blood moving beneath your skin but...

There is nothing. There is nothing in your mouth. Nothing but bones in your body.

“Honey, look at me, please?”

You peel your eyes open, bracing yourself for the disappointment you expect to find carved into his face. His eyes examine you, assess you, eyes flitting around the room to understand how bad things are. The state of you, the state of the room. The half-filled bottle of meds at your bedside- at least you’ve been keeping those up. That’s something. Something where you would insist there is nothing.

That look. That look in your eyes, your pupils like bleak, empty wells he tips his sunlight into, and yet he can’t reach the depths of you. Can’t warm all the way through, even as his eyes brim with tears and love.

He doesn’t look surprised, at least. He ran into one of the others first, then; Leia or Finn or Rey. They warned him. Warned him that you are worthless, a burden. No, you are not those things, you try to remember. They will have warned him that you are sick.

Suddenly, looking at him, you have words.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, your mouth as dry as sandpaper. 

“Why in the hell are you sorry, baby?” he asks gently, surprised now, his eyes searching yours. How does he do that? How does he look at you as if you are beautiful, even like this? Perhaps you are beautiful, even like this. Yes, you are. He sees it when you can’t.

“Because I...” you look away from him and sigh, even these simple words taxing your energy,”...couldn’t....”

Couldn’t get out of bed.

Couldn’t want to.

Couldn’t be happy when he came home.

Couldn’t want to.

Poe doesn’t judge you though. Not for this.

He’s Poe. Of course he doesn’t. Poe knows that people are not to be judged on such blameless matters. People are not the sum of their illnesses and struggles. You are so much more to him. You are everything to him, in fact.

He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. Always will. That doesn’t change when you’re sick. Why would it? Why would it?

“You did just fine, honey,” he insists through a thin, watery smile. “I’m still proud of you. I’m still glad to see you.”

You look at him.

He looks back.

You know you should feel poetry in it, like all the other times he’s come home. When your skin and your heart and your breath and your words and your lips were alive. When your body danced with his. 

“It’s bad this time?” he asks. “Like before?”

“I guess,” you croak.

You hate yourself. You hate yourself even though you dont deserve that hate for a second. You hate yourself for what you believe Poe must think of you, but you try to remember that your brain lies, and that Poe tells the truth. You try to remember everything he tells you over and over. You try to remember hope. Rebellions are built on hope, after all, and you? You are a Rebel; therefore, you know you must fight this too. A small, vanishing part of you knows that you can fight it, even if a louder voice in your head tells you you can’t. A voice with bad intentions. This sickness.

Still, you always promise Poe you’ll try. You always try. Have been trying. Even the refresher door becomes something that taunts you, a chasm between you and it as you try to make it there. You always try. Regardless, Poe’s always proud of you.

“Can I hold you?” he asks, his warmth and his unsurpassed beauty evident to you even now, even if it you cannot muster any ready response to it.

You shake your head.

“I’m disgusting.”

“Kriff, me too,” he says, his tone natural and easy, and refusing to shrink away from your pain- from the temporarary reality of you, as some do. “Came straight here. Five days on a mission without a shower? We can stink together,” he adds, with a tentative, lopsided smile, hoping to tease one from you too.

Poe has no trouble being hopeful, where that has never come easily to you.

Still, he’s here. He’s here at your side, all warm, sandy voice and his soft, loving eyes. Even if you had been convinced he would never come back. He is here. His rough hand is swooping over your cheek. Caring for you, even though he must be so tired himself.

Your eyes grow watery and your lower lip trembles. “I should be caring for you, you shouldn’t have to come back to me like this, after fighting...”

“Hey,” he protests, his voice hushed but his tone insistent. “You’ve been fighting too, baby. We both got our missions, yeah? If you ask me, I think you got the raw end of the deal.”

He’s perfect. He’s so perfect. You will the blood to move under your skin. You will your heart to ignite, but there’s nothing.

Correction; there’s nothing yet. It will come. It will get better.

Poe’s voice and eyes soothe you as you contemplate this. “There’s nowhere else I wanna be. I just wanna hold you. Okay, baby? Missed your beautiful face. Missed you so much. I’m kriffin’ lucky to come back to you.” 

Missed your smile, he might have said. You missed it too. Misplaced it.

Forgot how to...

Your thought-spiral is interupted as Poe shifts slowly on the bed, and he curls his warm, sturdy body around yours, holding his beloved little spoon tightly.

He’s wrapped around you, but you wish you could feel him.

Still, as his arms wind around you to tug you into him, you clasp his forearms tightly against your chest. A part of you knows. A part of you feels. You know how important this is. That he is home.

“Mission go ok?” you ask in monotone.

“Yeah,” he says, exhaling a tired puff of air into the back of your neck.

You wish you could melt for him and comfort him in return. You try, at least.

You try, but you feel like a gargoyle carved from stone, sorrow frozen on you. Face locked in a grimace. What mason would be so cruel as this? To make this bitter emotion permanent as stone? However, as he squeezes you tighter, fits against you so naturally, so familiar... As he touches you, you remember you are, in fact, skin and bone. You remember, even though the memory may be distant, that although your heart is heavy now, it once was light.

If it once was light it can be that way again.

He kisses your hair, even though it is dirty. He breathes you in, even though you are not clean. He loves you, and even if you think you are broken, he thinks you are perfect.

You are perfect.

His body heat suffuses through you, and you hadn’t realised how cold you were, until he warmed you. Poe had noticed, though. Poe loves you.

“Have you eaten? Drank anything?” he whispers into your neck, after a moment of holding you in gratitude and breathing deep, relieved breaths.

“Finn made me eat something,” you say, almost embarrassed, even though you know Poe does not judge you. “Managed half a ration. It was... today? I think it was today, I don’t know...”

“That’s good, baby!” he praises, entirely genuine. You feel him shift on the bed behind you, sitting up with his back against the headboard.

“C’mere,” he encourages softly, bundling you into his chest, and producing a ration bar from the pocket of his flight suit. “Split this with me while I tell you about the mission, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, and Poe can hear that you sound a little sceptical. You doubt you have the energy to engage with him.

“I’ll tell you all the funny and horrific stories of your boyfriend’s heroics this past week. Shall I do The Thing as well?” he asks, and you swivel your head to look-up at him, seeing him tick up an eyebrow, slightly amused.

“Yes please,” you say, and you even manage the barest of smiles.

Poe proceeds to tell you all about his week as you nestle into his chest, his voice flowing through you like warm sand, pouring in and filling up just a little of the emptiness inside you. He also does The Thing, and he intersperses his animated storytelling with “your” part too, so that you don’t have to worry about upholding a conversation. So that you only have to listen, and you don’t have to worry that you aren’t able to react as you typically would. 

“That would be the bit right there you’d laugh,” he says as he recounts his finest dumbassery from the mission. A small smile inches over your face, as though you are rehearsing your own emotions. Trying them out. “Yeah, I think that one would be dumb enough to get a belly laugh from you.”

He continues.

“This would be the bit you would tear off my clothes because I’m a dashing badass,” he adds as he relays how he took down a ton of TIEs. “Yeah, definitely. You’d try to get steamy right about now.”  

It might be odd, but it is a comfort. It doesn’t remind you what you lack. You feel less of a deficit this way, as it reminds you what you’re capable of. That it is not always like this. That you do not always feel like this.

Will not, as soon as you’re better.

“And you, honey? Mission report?”  

You sigh, trying to think through what you have done, rather than what you haven’t. Even if the things to recount don’t sound as impressive as Poe’s, he always insists the battle is no less worthy. You are worth fighting for, after all.

“Well... I got a lot of sleep. Beebs made sure I took my meds.” It’s a short list, but what could be more important than that? The fact that you held on? Then, you have your first playful thought in days. “My love came home to me, and he thinks he’s all that, but he stinks pretty bad,” you tease, as if you weren’t in an entirely equal state.

“Kriff, you’re teasing me from your sick bed?” Poe’s chest shakes against you in gentle mirth. “Brutal, honey. Kriffin’ brutal.” You have a point though, he concedes. “We should both shower though, huh? Before someone catches a whiff and reports a possible herd of bantha in room z88?”

He clocks your trepidation as your eyes flick over to that taunting refresher door.

He squeezes your arm, and somehow manages to be encouraging without even a hint of being condescending. “Pretty far, huh? You can do it yourself tomorrow, but.. d’ya want your big strong man to carry you for now, baby?”

“Yes please,” you smile, and Poe shifts once again. First, he strips off his flight suit and tosses it aside, and then he peels back the covers and helps you to stand. Then, he helps you step out of your vest and pants, before swooping you up and carrying you the five paces to the refresher door, setting you down gently. You glance back at the rumpled bed, which still calls out to you, and although it is a short distance away, you feel like you have trekked across a damn galaxy.

Poe begins to run the water warm in the shower, casually handing you a fresh tumbler of water to sip on as he does so. Then, he takes your hand and eases you under the stream of water.

Poe’s broad hands lather up your body and your hair, feeling like an act of worship as he slowly, gently, washes days of rest away from you, without question. Without expecting anything from you in return except to let him- and even then, only if you want to. He then makes short work of rinsing off his own body, searching your eyes as he does so.

Water is a funny thing, you think- it can drown and it can cleanse. It can be gentle and forceful, deep and still or turbulent. After days of drowning, it feels good simply to be clean. To begin to rise to the surface.

You reach towards that circle of sunlight at the mouth of the well. You look a little deeper into his eyes. See a little further.

“A little better?” he asks.

You nod. A little better. 

You step out with him, and even though he’s tired -ragged from this mission- he dries you off.

He changes your sheets.

He picks your dirty laundry up from your floor and throws it in the basket. He throws away your trash.

He let the light in.

Literally.

Then figuratively.

Yes, you still feel so heavy. So, so heavy.

But you know. A part of you knows that lightness will come again, if you just hang on. You can see it. You can see that light at the surface, still out of reach, but not forever.

You watch him as he cares for you in all these small ways and suddenly there are vowels and consonants pushing out from beneath your ribs.

“I love you,” you say as you perch on the edge of the bed, right where he seated you, not thinking to move. 

He pauses, dropping what he’s doing and coming to kneel on the floor in front of you. Tenderly, ever so tenderly, he takes your face in his hands, and his warm eyes are as intense as you’ve ever seen him, as if he can’t believe that you fought hard enough to push this love out from the depths. For him. Even though you are so sunken. Even though you cannot do it for yourself yet.

“I love you too,” he promises, entirely earnest. 

You push a small smile on to your face, even though you know you need not wear masks for him.

Yes, it got bad again, but it will get better.

You hang on, and that’s enough. More than enough.

You have to hang on, because there will come a day you’ll be so glad you did.

When everything in your chest rises up and gasps for air and lets you breathe again. You will break the surface and come back strong and eager for this life.

“It scares me when you’re sick. I love you so much.”

“I’ll be okay again,” you nod. “Or, I’ll try.”

That’s all anyone could ask of you. That’s all you can ask of yourself.

That is enough. More than enough.

You are enough. You are more than enough for him.

You look at him. He looks back.

His face. His face is art. You feel all those things; poetry, art, music, dance. They’re there. They’re just sunken. Muted.

Poetry is in the pauses too. The blank lines and empty spaces; in the missed beats. You will come back to yourself, and you will make new art. Feel new things. Things more full and replete with joy. Joy can clamber from out of the deepest wells, given time. It will. It will again.

“Can I kiss you?” Poe asks shyly. “Been desperate to kiss you,” he admits, the corners of his plush lips tugging up into a smile. He is sunshine. He is beautiful. Perfect.

You nod, and his lips meet yours, chaste and gentle, and not expecting anything in return.

You try your best to feel him. To feel at all.

You close your eyes and hope you will open your heart. It has begun, with a crack to let the light in.

There is fight left in you, even if you can’t see it. Even when you can’t feel it.

“I’m so happy to be home with you,” Poe says, and his words are greeted with silence.

That’d be the bit you’d usually say... I’m so happy too. But Poe offers his words freely, and you know he doesn’t expect anything from you in return. He doesn’t expect your happiness. He simply wants to give you his.

This is not a warm story, but he is warm.

Correction; this is not a warm story, not yet.

But, oh. Oh, it will be.

It was so, in the chapter before, and it will be, in the chapter which is coming.

And you? You will thaw, I promise. Not because of him. But because of you. Because you’re a fighter. Because no matter how long you may be sunken, you will float.

Poetry takes a breath sometimes. Misses a beat. It is not a waste. It is not worthelss, this pause. Sometimes it is needed. The big breath hope takes before it floats to the surface. So, maybe there is hope.

Yes. There’s hope.

There is hope.

Hope is like the sun. If you only believe it when you see it you'll never make it through the night.  Isn’t that what Leia says?

You will make it through this night.

This is how you feel now but will not be how you feel forever. You are not carved from stone. You are a fluid thing; you are made of water. Sometimes, you can drown in yourself, and sometimes you can be cleansed. You are always moving and ebbing, even if it’s so far below the surface that you cannot detect the shift.

This will shift.

Love and life and light are straining, deep down, and after all that straining, pushing, trying, when they resurface they will be strong.

There’s a reason they say hope floats.

It cannot be drowned forever, even if it is is drowned right now. It is not set in stone. You will float, up beyond that circle of sunshine. You will heal, even though you are hurt.

Poe knows this. His eyes tell you all this, but most of all, you know it; no, you feel it, in the depths of you. This is truth.

Poe peels back the covers, and he tugs you to his bare body, warm flesh against yours.

He’s tired. All his body can speak of now is sleep.

You are both tired of fighting, so for now, you must rest, and try again tomorrow. You stroke his hair and he strokes your back, and for now, this is enough.

Yes, for now, this is more than enough.

You are enough.

#poe dameron x reader #Oscar Isaac #poe dameron angst #tw: depressive episode #tw: depression #tw: suicidal ideation #star wars #tw: hunger #tw: food

[kingkatsuki]

If you're comfortable writing this, and are still taking requests. (If you aren't I apologize in advance) Could you maybe write about Katsuki, Kirishima, and anyone of your choice having a s/o who's into pegging?? (When the fem!s/o wears a strap on and dominates them) It's one of my guilty pleasures ngl-

Excuse me, but I have the weirdest kink for pegging I’m ngl and you requested my two favourite boys? Added Dabi too, because you know he would be down for pegging.

Warnings: 18+, NS*W, Pegging.

Headcanons under the cut because-

Kirishima

Boy hasn’t got a clue what pegging is. Looks at you with a confused blush on his face when you ask whether he’d let you peg him.

Once you explain to him what it means, he’s just looking at you in confusion.

“You want to what-”

Kirishima is down to try anything once, especially if it’s something his beautiful s/o has requested of him.

When Kirishima see’s you wearing the strap on he’s low-key nervous. He doesn’t want it to hurt, but he doesn’t want to disappoint you and really he’s actually curious.

Lies on his back on the bed as you spread his legs, lubing two of your fingers to help prep him.

Kirishima finds it overwhelming at first, tears prick the corners of his eyes as he tries to adjust to the size of the strap on inside him. Eventually he tells you that you can move so you set a slow pace.

Whisper encouraging words into his ear as you slowly begin to fuck him, stroking your hands along his chest.

Oh, boy. The groans that come from Kirishima’s mouth when you start thrusting into his tightness.

Very vocal.

If you lean down and stroke his dick while thrusting into him, Kirishima won’t be able to last very long. The over-stimulation sending him crashing into a shaking orgasm as he cum’s all over your fingers on his length.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Kirishima’s hips buck into you as he cums, calling out your name as he covers your hands and stomach in cum as he rides out his high.

Probably wouldn’t be quick to suggest doing it again, but if it made his s/o happy he’d always be down. It’s not like it was completely unpleasurable but he much prefers giving his s/o pleasure.

Kirishima is surprised just how turned on pegging made you, he’s really overwhelmed by the whole situation, but he’s not about to leave you without your release as he leans down to pull you up to sit on his face.

Bakugou

It’s not going to be easy to convince him. Honestly, it’ll take you some time.

“No fucking way.” “But, Katsuki-”

“Fuck off.” “You might like it-”

Once you’ve convinced him to even think about doing it with you, it’s going to take even longer to get him to sit still enough to prep him.

Constantly barking out insults when you run your fingers along his butt, slowly easing a finger into him before stretching him to two.

He’ll involuntarily buck against your fingers, before pretending like the sensation is nothing to him.

When you line yourself up with his hole, ready to penetrate him, you can’t help but notice the nervous look in his eyes. He tries to mask it with a sarcastic comment.

When you’re thrusting into him, he’ll constantly try to egg you on. Bakugou tries desperately to stay in control of the situation. His hips buck up against your thrusts, basically fucking you.

Bakugou almost loses his mind as you lean down to stroke his dick as you’re fucking his ass, the combination of pleasure is overwhelming and he can feel his whole body shake as you thrust into him.

“You like that, Katsuki?” Tries to mask his groans as he’s about to cum. He doesn’t want to show you exactly how much he’s enjoying your movements.

“I thought you were supposed to be the one fucking me, Baby.” Bakugou is smug af as he bucks his hips back onto the strap on, trying to goad you to fuck him harder.

Once you hit his prostate it’s game over.

Bakugou cums all over your hand with a groan, hips involuntarily bucking up into your touch.

Doesn’t say anything for the longest time as he slowly comes down from his high. Groans when you pull out of him.

“So you enjoyed it then?” You ask as you flop down beside him, resting your head on his chest.

Bakugou will never admit to you that he enjoyed it quite as much as he did, instead pushing you down onto the bed so he can settle in between your thighs.

“Your fucking turn,”

Dabi

“What is this” You suddenly wish the ground would swallow you whole as you see Dabi holding the strap-on you purchased in his hands, grinning towards you.

“You kinky fucking bitch.” He’s cocky as fuck when you begin to explain to him what you’ve been thinking about doing for weeks.

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” Dabi has no reservations whatsoever about you pegging him, he’s kinky af himself and he’s down to try anything with you.

“Tell me where you want me, doll.” Dabi has no shame, so he’s happy to have you peg him in any position.

Eventually gets on all fours.

Dabi can’t stop the moan that leaves his lips as you slowly push into him. Stretching him perfectly. The position he’s in means he feels everything and is perfect for hitting his prostate with every thrust.

Dabi likes it rough, so you’ve got your work cut out for you as you thrust into him from behind. He like’s it rough as he bucks his own hips back into your touch, fucking your dick roughly.

Taunts you as you fuck him, “Is that all you’ve got babe?” “You can do better than that.”

Dabi’s fingers clutch at the bed sheets as you fuck him harder, his grunts becoming louder as he gets closer to his climax.

Calls out your name as he cums hard. Unable to support his body weight as he collapses on the bed.

Catches you completely off-guard as he almost whines as you remove the strap on from his ass. Not used to hearing a sound like that come from Dabi’s lips.

You’ll definitely be pegging him again-

“You’re fucking dripping, doll.” Dabi’s fingers rub along your slit as he’s determined to reward you for giving him a good dicking~

Dabi ends up buying different kinds of strap-ons, with differing girths and lengths, determined to get you to try out the different toys on him.

#dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #mha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #kirishima x reader #kirishima headcanons #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bakugou x read #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki headcanons

[tiffdawg]

ok, i’m back with my R rated din thoughts since you invited them. i am soooo so sorry if this is too explicit… it feels like i’m sexually harassing you by sending this so please feel free to not read it 💀 so it was funny how you said let him put his head in your lap because that’s one of my fantasies. like you said he’s so touch starved and i think terrified of having an emotional connection to anyone. but i think once he knows he can trust you, he’d let his guard down and one day you could convince him to sleep in your lap. ya know, because he has the worst bed situation ever, and you’re soft and warm, plus when he relents and lays down you play with his hair and run your nails against his skin giving him goosebumps. your shirt rides up while he sleeps and the feeling of his breath against you gets you worked up even though you feel guilty since he’s just sleeping. when he’s trapped in that space between sleep and waking, he’d forget about his self imposed boundaries or his shyness and just sleepily nuzzle into your bare skin, inhaling your scent deeply. it’s something he’s never smelled before but he’s instantly addicted. you can feel his hot breath and the pressure of his nose against your clit and your whimper wakes him all the way up. his hands are at the waistband of your leggings, asking silent permission, and you push them down for him. then he just buries his face in your pussy. ok, he’s not technically skilled (he’s never taken the helmet off for anyone before!) but his enthusiasm makes him the best you’ve ever had… he’s straight up intoxicated by the scent, the taste, the feeling of his stubble scraping against your soft skin, and you can feel him grinding into the blanket you two are laying on, chasing the friction that he’s never been so desperate for in his life. you fall apart twice before you have to drag him unwillingly away from you since you’re too sensitive. you pull him up to your face and he kisses you with the same fervor he went down on you with. when he slides into you, stretching you deliciously, he lets out a moan... the loudest sound you’ve ever heard him make, and he starts whispering praises to you in between desperately kissing you. he works one hand up your shirt to play with your nipples and the stimulation throws you over the edge again. being able to feel it this time makes din quickly follow, much sooner than he had planned, emptying himself into you like every daydream and fantasy he’s had since he’s met you. and then collapses on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. all he can think about is how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and his son, and he thinks maybe what just happened means you might want that too. it’s a connection he’s never even dared to hope for before and now suddenly it feels not only within reach but real. i am so sorry for how long this is omg i’ll see myself to horny jail now

JK JK ANON THIS IS A WHOLE ASS FIC. I LOVE IT HERE.

Ngl you had me in the first half. I was like this is the softest shit ever what are they taking about? Then I died 💀

I believe, deep in my soul, that Din Djarin is inexperienced af but 100% makes up for it with his ~enthusiasm~

So uhg... when’s the fic gonna drop? And can a girl get a tag? 😂

#tiff answers #anon 💌

[mythiccheroacademia]

Now that i ain’t busy with you anymore wanna introduce me to my competition?-worick

chile I just got out through the ringer

but ANYWAYS I hope you’re not gonna chicken out after this worick but...

this is the current mtha harem:

natsuo: a total sweetheart who couldn’t hurt a fly and has the worst “i’m disappointed” voice 🥺 he supposed to be my main but ngl I don’t think I really have a main rn bc y’all are pulling my heartstrings like fuck

bakugo: a hardass who’s actually the biggest softie (read: tsundere) out of the harem. made me lose my no simp sept badge lmao. he’s protective, competitive af and can get a lil violent but that ain’t no problem to me! I still think about that love letter to this day

shiggy: my crusty king <3 the definition of “I don’t give af about anyone else but you” me n him were literally bullied for three days straight but he’s loyal af and sweet when he wants to be. although he do be bullying toga a lot 💀

toga: a baddie who be poppin in to cause mayhem and I love it

dabi: my guilty pleasure. i think we’re fwb? he pops in and pops out but it’s always a good time when he’s around bc he stirs the pot lmao

hawks: the father of two of my four children 💀 he’s a smooth talker and also flies in and out for...activities. a nice guy that always checks in

ochako: haven’t seen my girl in a min but she’s wild af and as bad as they come. love this bitch. she’s sweet to me but has def got a mouth on her so good luck tryna say something slick 💀

shouto: he hit it once but he’s funny asf and the clapbacks be on 💯 so I love when he comes around

izuku: my sugar plum powder puff apple pie 🥺

endeavor: ....it was one time and it was for the money

all might: “so endeavor gets some pussy but I don’t? aight” LMAOO only including him bc of this comment

#i’ve been wanting to list my harem for awhile #sorry if this was odee 💀 #honestly your main competitors are natsuo shiggy and bakugo I think #hehe this was fun #worick anon #mythicchero responds

[huxianposts]

shiho for the character ask

ANON, YOU GET ME, YOU KNOW ME

favorite thing about them

ight i know we BARELY see shiho because atlus is a punk ass, but all the scraps showing her, she owns my bones. i love how self-aware she is, how she has a pretty firm opinion of herself and the world. like, the canon admission from Ann about how Shiho was the only one to go up to her, other people’s perceptions be damned, just to shittalk Ann’s art? and that’s how they became friends? i am. deceased. Ann’s SL scene when Shiho’s on the rooftop again, facing the past to try to see for herself her own strength and weaknesses... that level of courage and extreme awareness to challenge the self, to face down the location that launched the game’s trajectory, just to see if any of that ‘weakness’ was still there that might hinder her future... i’m... hhhhh

least favorite thing about them

she’s perfect. there’s nothing i don’t like about her. but... if i’m thinking.... her and Ann’s own fears and insecurities hindering themselves from being truthful to one another, and ultimately causing heartbreak and pain instead.... that burns me alive. she didn’t want to worry Ann, she just wanted to be strong, someone Ann could be proud of while facing all of that physical abuse during training...so she just. kept silent. even when to the viewers, we can tell that both girls are lying, that they’re both suffering and it really comes out in obvious ways-- but because they both have a fixed view on each other that’s loving but not honest, was so trapped within their own problems and how they were handling it (WHICH, VALID AS HELL), they...basically isolated themselves, even when their friendship was their whole world

favorite line

i’m basic but tender as hell. her “I love you” line has me ripped open. idgaf if the line was platonic/romantic or whatever-- she said it from the heart, she said it so sure and steadfast, with that smile-- as if it was a simple fact of the universe. the sky is blue, the world revolves around the sun, and “i love you”, are all immutable facts. p5 is a clown game that makes me shriek but suzui shiho is the real phantom thief that stole my heart.

brOTP

as i said in the mishima ask, the shiho/mishima/ryuji jock solidarity dynamic is a dynamic that would make me combust happily. i honestly kinda see shiho being this seemingly neutral faced girl, and it turns out she’s kinda wild af in the sense that, if she’s curious and thinks it’s comedic material, she’s going to try it. Mishima i feel like would play up her whims because she’s persuasive and he’s easily swayed by her words and his own curiosity. ryuji, despite appearances, is the mom friend, and probably comes to scenes where Shiho’s getting Mishima to wrap her up in bubble wrap and then throwing her in a pit of volleyballs for maximum bounce or whatever (”my name is Suzui, and you’re watching jackass” “WILL YOU GUYS QUIT IT”)

i do dream of a akira/shiho dynamic. i think they’re pretty similar people with the same morbid dry sense of humor, but they’re also a bit competitive with one another? constant minor clowning and little petty jabs just to keep things spicy, esp since they’re friends with sunshine blonds where the little dry teasing probably goes over their heads or somethin lmaooo

OTP

Annshiho. i’m not even being subtle, y’all lmao. not even subtle.

nOTP

this i’m not really sure...tho, i don’t really see her with any of the guys, except. maybe akira. maybe. but highly likely in the wlw/mlm solidarity context lmaoo

random headcanon

she’s lactose intolerant. ann eats all these sweets and dairy in front of her, but she’s a supportive gf/friend that will indulge in the treats (i say that, but she would probably look god in the eyes and walk backwards into hell while eating a whole gallon of ice cream, just for the kicks). 

unpopular opinion

i think the popular unpopular opinion is that she should’ve def been a phantom thief lol but.... unpopular opinion... i know i’m guilty as hell of it too, but like, i wish most art of her was just her, and not automatically annshiho. like yes, i LOVE annshiho, but i also really like shiho solo ahhh that’s why the #shihosunday is a freaking gift, ngl

song i associate with them

emo song: “Let Go” by Frou Frou

happy song: “Perfect Love” by LOONa

favorite picture of them

i seriously don’t have any pictures on hand atm for anything dkjalja but def her smile when she says “I love you”. it’s sweet and hopeful and tender to my soft heart...

#thank you for the ask! #asks #anon #long post #p5 #persona #shiho suzui #i love her so much i don't think you understand