#ps: i am writing a curse yet i adore you

[ginkovskij]

he is so fine

#dmitri karamazov #the brothers karamazov #dostoevksy #ps: i am writing a curse yet i adore you #pps: i kiss your feet #ppps: kill me! #i am so unwell about this man #my art

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Save me once and I’ll save you forever”

Part #3 “A wolf has no mercy”

cw : nsfw // vaginal fingering // a teeny tiny bit of gore because our warlord talks about war

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/39277077/chapters/102225399#main

well it’s been a month eh. yet, i still haven’t gotten the chance to write down all of my ideas. i have some fluff, more drama and angst up my sleeve but they’re all still in my head. the problem with me is that i’m more of a daydreamer than an avid writer. so i have bags and bags of ideas yet no real work to post :3 and oh, i’m also open for suggestions btw so if u’d like to see a particular scene or whatever, feel free to shoot it my way! no idea when i’ll post next tho xD

ps — perhaps in another universe, i do think our dearest warlord would be a majestically adorable tibeten mastiff

(づ ๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵) づ @htmlbitxh

Cold. Calculating. Callous.

In her life as a warlord, Ambessa Medarda has been a host of many terms, from a ferocious beast to an unfeeling monster. Her mastery in war and thirst for blood on the battlefield bring about her reputation as a ruthless warlord, for her blade knows no bounds. Man, woman, or child, enemy or ally; it will strike anything and everything that she deems an obstacle in her way to victory.

The war as she knows it; there are no foes nor friends, only the hunter and the hunted. A predator’s natural instinct is to hunt its preys. It is hardwired in its very base instinct to devour the weak.

The warlord has seen many a sight and survived many a situation to be easily deceived by some foolish theatrics. Tears. Curses. They do not move her. Nor do they perturb her. Far from it in fact. She finds it amusing the way men can turn 180 degrees in the span of a split second. Desperation has always had that compelling effect on people: forcing out one's true colours. She has watched people grovel at her feet, and then when a few well-woven words do not manage to get their wishes easily fulfilled, their facades fall, switching instead to crude, unsavoury words. She has listened to them swearing, screaming bloody murder at her just seconds before her blade cuts through their throats.

Rumors have it that Ambessa Medarda does not have a heart, and in those rumors, she believes.

Compassion and sympathy, the likes of such trivial emotions are the roots of all downfalls. If excelling at her duty makes her a monster, then a monster she will willingly become.

Comfortably asleep and nestled snugly in the claws of such carnivorous predator is a small bundle of warmth, a delicious little morsel confined in the cage of strong, unyielding arms.

Adorable. Affectionate. Cute.

Never in her life have the idea of someone linking her name with such silly words crossed her mind, but she will most likely find it laughable, the warlord thinks, and perhaps heavily insulting if anyone dares compare her to something as absurd as a puppy.

“My lady is like a giant puppy.”

It is not entirely surprising however that she finds the comment endearing instead, when the warm, beautiful voice that has softly caressed her ears belong to her charming little rabbit.

A drop of sunshine in a frozen wasteland.

She has laughed from her position between your legs. Arms draped over your thighs and fingertips tracing lazy patterns on your calfs. The silky smoothness of your delicate flesh yields beneath her weight as she settles herself further into your arms.

“Oh?”

There is a halt in those digits dancing gracefully along the hard plane of her shoulder when the delightful little flutter on the side of your neck is sucked into her mouth.

“Are you implying that I am a dog, little shepherd?”

“Having discovered that you behave like a rather affectionate puppy at times, I am simply stating, my lady, that I find you adorable. It’s really cute.”

She feels your delicate fingers on her face next, cradling sharp jaws in the palms of gentle hands. The pair of lips that stamp a kiss onto her temple is warm, achingly soft.

Once your finger follows a wayward strand of hair into a jungle of healthy curls, you observe the calm sea of grey disappears behind peachy eyelids. Slipping through your digits like expensive silk is your lady’s magnificent mane, for not only is she blessed by thick strands, they are equally as luscious.

You revel in having your fingers buried in softness. You would imagine it is how it feels to dip your fingers into a sea of clouds. So incredibly fluffy. Likewise, if the way your lady rubs her cheek subtly against your jaw is any indication, she appears to be relishing the languid moment. It only proves your point further that not everything is as it seems.

The version of your lady that is built upon hearsay may not entirely be correct, but you believe most of it to be true because not only have you beheld the warlord draws her sword, you have also been at the receiving end of it. At the same time, you have also tasted the forbidden fruit that is your lady’s nurturing side, not once but may a time, to foolishly come to the conclusion that she is incapable of emotions.

You have experienced it first-hand after all that even the formidable warlord can be dizzyingly soft if she so chooses to. By indulging you and keeping you close to her, your lady has granted you a key to the more arcane parts of the beautiful enigma that is Ambessa Medarda, and you are all too intent on solving her.

As your fingers swim through her strands, those vermillion lips spill forth a content sound, soft, soothing, and somewhat akin to a purr.

A warm smile touches your lips.

“You are very cute, my lady.”

If it has been anyone else’s mouth that has allowed the escape of such words, the warlord thinks, no she knows that it certainly would have rubbed her up the wrong way, but when it has been uttered by the sweet, delicate buds that are your lips, she is inclined to lock them in hers.

And so, she has kissed them swollen, sucked them rosy.

What lingers on your body now are beautiful hues of red and blue, a mosaic of the warlord’s ravenous desire.

Displayed copiously on no other than your flesh is her mastery, a beautiful canvas made more vibrantly charming with her excellent art. She admires the remnants of herself on your naked frame, eyes tracing a constellation of hickeys to the next while fingertips glide from one lilac bloom to another.

A miscellany of raspberry reds and plum purples that are positively reminiscent of nebulous stars scattered across the night sky. Similar to how every constellation comes with a fable, behind each vibrant cluster of colours is an echo of her touch.

An arm across your chest and a hand cupping your sex, the warlord has suckled the skin of your neck, teeth nibbling flesh and tongue savouring salt, as her fingers breach into your tight walls.

Pretty pink dusts your cheeks.

You have shyly confessed to her then that never have you housed anything inside you save her tongue. She feels a warm, painful squeeze inside her chest, along with regret and relief. Regret for all but abandoning you eight years ago. Relief for knowing that at the very least, she has discovered you on time that fateful night.

She holds you a little bit tighter.

There has been no doubt in the warlord’s mind that she possesses a greater stature than an average civilian, not to mention dainty little you, who have always been smaller than her, and whose size has only dwindled during your captivity in that godforsaken palace.

One of your thighs does not even amount to one of her arms. If her tongue has filled you to capacity, compared to the thick muscle, her hands have been on an entirely different calibre.

Those digits, long and ample in size, dexterous and meticulous in their movements, have stretched you to the point of painful agony. You whimper as soon as they are nestled snugly inside your folds, lithe fingers digging into your lady’s arm while fat tears roll down your cheeks.

“Ah h-hurts my lady. It hurts.”

“Shh I’ve got you, darling. I’ve got you.”

Generously kind and unfailingly considerate, your lady has done her best to sway your attention by peppering sweet kisses along the length of your jaw. She noses your throat, sings sweet praises against your skin.

You are tight. So. Exquisitely. Tight.

It, however, does not deter her fingers from travelling deeper into the welcoming heat of your folds.

Wrapped up in the wonderfully silky heat, her mind very nearly goes numb, forehead falling onto your shoulder with a groan when you continue to smother her in a hot, dizzying embrace.

“You’re going to be the death of me girl.” Through gritted teeth, she coos breathlessly against your warm skin, kisses the soft baby hair coiling at the nape of your neck.

“Ngh- P-please.”

“I know, darling. I know. You must be overwhelmed. But I promise, it will feel so good.”

“I will make you feel so good.”

After a gentle suckle on your throat, there follows a delicate brush of lips against your sanguine cheek. Then, she pecks you on your dewy lips. Soft. Sugary.

“Do you trust me, sweet girl?”

You turn liquid butter beneath her silky smooth lips. Meanwhile, the gentle cadence of her voice makes flowers thrive in your ribcage and butterflies erupt in your tummy.

“Can you be a good girl for me, hmm?”

Although words fail you, your answer to your lady is plain as day, further evident in the way you rub your cheek against her like an eager little kitten.

Fingers buried between your folds, the warlord has simply kept you anchored in her strong arms, all the while painting your neck red with kisses and bites. She continues her gentle assault on your tender flesh, until accompanied by dewdrops trickling down your thighs, you are no longer struggling to take her.

Once you have adjusted to the intrusion and a need for stimulation demand that you move, you squeeze your thighs together in a poor attempt to bring some frictions. It is no surprise to find the hand between your legs preventing you from doing so.

Your pleasure essentially lies in your lady’s hand. The notion is so positively spine-tingling that little shivery sensations erupt inside your overcrowded cunt. Succulent walls pulsates delightfully around ample fingers.

In the end, with your endeavour proven futile, you have let out a frustrated little whine to which your lady’s only response has been a deep, alluring chuckle. It is rich, warm, and rolls straight down to the digits inside your core.

Helplessly, you gaze up at the warlord, juicy lips parted a crack and eyes shimmering with dew. It earns you a growl in return.

Those damn eyes.

Big, beautiful and brilliantly riveting.

It is quite a silly thought really but she wishes she can drown in them forever.

“If you keep looking at me like that my dearest little rabbit, my sanity might just slip,” Lips once again nuzzles the nook of your neck, their caresses surprisingly soft in contrast to the iron grip she has on your cunt. “and when it happens, I cannot promise you that I will be able to keep the beast within me at bay any longer.” You can almost feel her fingers twitching in harmony with the haywire throbs of your folds.

“Let it loose then.”

The little noise that fall from your lips has been no louder than a gentle breeze, but she has heard it all the same.

The warlord is capable of many things.

But, saying no to you? That, she cannot do.

“Let it loose, my lady.” So, when you reaffirm your statement along with a soft caress of your lips against her cheek, “I want all of you.” it is all she needs to start pumping into you with wild abandon, exploring you all over again with her fine fingers, tracing each bump and filling every crevice.

The initial thrust skyward has been so sudden, so brisk that it punches a breath out of your lungs. While dainty fingers scramble to find purchase around a generous wrist, those thick fingers that are buried deep inside you has rubbed against that sweet, delicious spot in a dizzying caress.

In and out and out and in, they go, seamless and relentless, setting an unforgiving pace into your moist, silky walls. Long gone is the painful agony, replaced entirely by sweet, toe-curling suffering that sends waves after waves of electricity crackling inside your veins.

Exquisite. Heavenly.

It renders you delirious.

The mirror that is conveniently located at the foot of the bed has offered the warlord the perfect view of your debauched state. Her fiery gaze, blown wide with desire, has hungrily raked over your frame before coming to seek your eyes in the mirror.

She looks wild, untamed, and the open hunger in her eyes drives you to clench around her. Head buzzing, chest heaving, a breathless little “uh” dribbles out of your lips when, accompanied by a ferocious growl, she buries herself knuckles deep into your core.

It is one thing to be aware of the differences between the two of you, but entirely another to be presented with the very vivid comparison. Your delicate frame is all but eclipsed by her massive stature. Your fingers does not even come close to closing around one of her wrist.

A flesh and bone rendition of a docile little rabbit caught beneath a mighty wolf’s claws.

You are so much smaller than her, this she is already aware. But, the fact that it requires considerable force just for her to be cradled within your soft, delicate folds, the warlord feels as if she is witnessing the union of two different species who are not meant to couple.

Body so lithe, skin so soft, heart so pure.

Silk and sand. Sun and moon. Light and dark.

“Do you feel me?” She does a particularly sharp thrust. “Hmm do you feel me inside you?”

Your back arches into her body with a gasp, and as your head falls back onto her chest, simultaneously baring your throat, her teeth close around the little fluttering pulse. Around her copious digits, your walls squeeze and spasm, which is already an acceptable answer to her question. Nonetheless, she is not satisfied because it is your voice that she craves.

Withdrawing her fingers until only the very tips are left buried between your swollen petals, “Answer me.” she whispers sharply into your ear before all but plunging deep into your core once more. It renders you breathless for only a moment before you manage a small squeak.

“Ngh- y-yes!”

“I can feel you inside me, Amby. S-so deep inside me.”

It has not been a lie. Not only is she nestled oh so deeply inside you, those long fingers are reaching into the entirely different part of your body. You can feel them at the entrance of your womb, kissing your cervix.

The warlord finds it absolutely adorable the way you hold her arm in your delicate little fingers as if your entire existence might just slip away if you dare let go. She will never let that happen. She promises you that.

And immediately, she keeps her words. Her steady arms have kept you glued to her body when your traitorous legs have all but crumpled beneath your trembling frame. Courtesy of her cruel ministrations, your limbs have been as steady as a leaf in the storm.

Her craving may have been fulfilled. She is yet to be satiated.

So, while her digits maintain their punishing pace inside you, the warlord has used your body to chase her own ecstasy, rubbing and grinding her powerful hips against yours. A litany of hot guttural groans and sweet praises are dropped directly into your ears, and you have eagerly greeted them with choked sobs and muffled whimpers.

Just the idea of the warlord using your body for her own pleasure has been enticing enough, but to have your fantasy actually become a reality, you feel as if your insides are being reduced to a gooey mess.

She feels so hot, so wet, so good.

“Lady Medarda- ngh so hot ah-”

Your scrumptious little mewl is rewarded with a sweet, sultry moan.

“Oh, my dear girl.”

It is soft, breathy, and the cause for your moist walls to clamp down hard onto her digits.

“Come with me.” When she whispers, her voice is thick, husky. “Come for me.”

Her fingers dance passionately inside your folds to the music that your lovely lips create as her palm grinds deliciously against that sweet bundle of nerves. Never one to deny your lady, you have gladly met her wishes. While juices copiously ooze out of your wreck of a hole, there is an explosion of silky heat on your hip, the warlord’s essence beginning as a gentle trickle, then running in rivulets down the side of your thigh.

Her nectar seeping into your skin.

You have been marked anew.

As thoroughly claimed as you are, exhaustion has left you to pass out in her arms shortly afterwards.

One arm twined around a dainty waist, you are now cradled close to her chest. Under her hand is the delicate, little hummingbird flutter of your heart, and the sweet swell of your breast.

Ambessa Medarda does not think she has a heart, but perhaps, the little rabbit who is currently cocooned in her embrace will one day fill in that hollow void.

And as she watches you sleepily turn in her arms, and tuck that adorable little face in the nook of her neck, something throbs painfully inside her chest.

“Mmm Amby.”

A gentle murmur. Soft lips press into her pulse. She feels pleasantly warm. The swift, staccato thumps against her ribcage remains consistent, becomes louder.

When a smile blooms on her lips, she drops it gently atop your head, whispers into your hair.

“You have already filled in that hollow void, haven’t you my darling little shepherd.”

#ambessa medarda x reader #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa #arcane x reader #arcane smut #fanfic #character x reader #arcane #anime #😼

[elenagoeslightly]

Through fingertips

the vamp babyboy had me writing after 5 years i can't believe this. the reader is gender neutral and i had the idea after volunteering as a guide for visually impaired people for years (which i loved was one of the best experiences i had with volunteering) which is not the same situation, obviously, but it made me think. I also didn't play the game so i am very sorry. ps this is not betad we die like men

"Looking at something?" Astarion asks, making you jump. You were just walking toward him, your head desperately trying to come up with an excuse to talk to him.

"How did you know I was here?" You were standing just behind him, there was no way he could have seen you, busy as he was finding himself inside a shattered mirror.

Astarion smiles as he turns around to face you, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

Oh.

"The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition. It doesn't quite make up for the lack of lack of a reflection, mind you." The tone of his voice doesn't have the usual hilarity you've grown used to. There's a certain sadness to it that you find hard to accept.

"Do you miss it?" you ask, your hands wringing. "Seeing your own face?"

He scoffs, as if you asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red."

This is the first time Astarion has spoken about his past, at least to you. You can't help but wonder how he must feel, inhabiting a body he can't even see.

"What color were they before?" you try to be as gentle as you can, praying that he won't end the conversation.

It feels like walking on eggshells, and yet you can't stop.

"I...I don't know. I can't remember." his eyebrows knit together, as if he's trying his best to go back in time. "My face is just some dark shape in my past. Another thing I've lost." he adds, throwing the mirror on the ground in anger.

You breathe sharply through your nose and walk torward him; you only stop when you're so close to him that you can see the shadows that his eyelashes cast on his cheekbones.

"What?" he asks, looking at you like you're about to jump him, and not in a way he would be delighted by.

"I see you." you say, and his eyes turn large for a moment, surprised by such simple words.

He cocks his head to the side, intrigued.

"And what do you see, exactly?"

When you were young, you had a friend.

A friend who could not see.

When the two of you were out on your little adventures, you would help her understand the shape of things by placing your hands above hers and guiding them, describing everything that the two of you would find interesting like the beetles of the ground, the skin of a serpent.

You would describe to her the shape, the texture, the color and all the details under those young fingertips.

There's a moment of hesitation before you take his hands in yours and the startled look in his face, his red eyes, makes you wonder if you should do this, if you really should get close to him.

He's a vampire, after all. A spawn, if you want to be technical about it.

But you can't lie to yourself, or hide the way in which seeing him suffer tugs at your heartstrings.

It's curse of being human.

And you want to help him, at least with this, want to alleviate centuries of suffering.

So you put your hands on top of his and guide them up to his face; the simple intimacy of the moment makes it hard for you to breathe, the silence overwhelming.

You start with the laugh lines around his mouth, one of the things you adore about his face.

"You have creases when you laugh," you say, and knowing Astarion you should have predicted his reaction.

"Excuse me?" the offended tone of his voice makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "I am an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother. You can do better."

Of course, your majesty you think to yourself.

"What else?" he asks, his breath tickles the palm of your hands.

You move his fingers torward his jawline, "The way your hair curls around your ears."

Astarion closes his eyes, as if he's imagining himself, piecing together everything you tell him.

Your marvel at the moment of vulnerability he gives you before one red eye opens and he states "This is meant to be flattery, not poetry. Just tell me I'm beautiful and we'll call it a day."

The exasperated sound of his voice and nonchalant movement of his hands makes you want to throttle him, but you know what he is doing; he's hiding in plain sight, as he always does.

But this time, you won't let him.

"Is that all you want?" you ask him. "Shallow praise?"

You can feel the way his jaw clenches under your fingertips.

"Hardly," he answers. "There's also gold, sex, revenge-quite the list, really. And failing any of those, I will settle for shallow praise."

You do not believe him, you know there must be more that he wants, but you won't push the issue, not right now at least. You want to give him the time to tell you all at his own pace.

So, you move his hands.

"You have a mole under your eye," you tell him, placing his index finger over it.

"A mole?" he asks, looking at you like you just revealed some concealed truth about the world.

"Yes."

You then take his middle finger, make it run over his nose.

"Your nose has a tiny bump in the middle of it."

Astarion hums, his eyes closed again. Your hands shake and you wonder if he notices, if he cares.

You move both his hands up, slightly gracing the lines on his forehead before going down.

"Your eyebrows form an arch of silver just above your strong, piercing eyes." you guide his fingertips, gently grazing upon his closed eyelids.

He leans in the touch and your heart soars.

"Your lips are full, but pale creating that dangerous smile of yours." You praise him, and you know that if it weren't for the close proximity you two are in, he would twirl around like a peacock, basking in the flattery.

You cradle his face, and he opens his eyes; you know this moment is about to end, and yet you feel the need to cling to it with all the strength you have.

"Thank you for showing me what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see." his voice is deep and serious and you can feel it echo in your ribcage.

You close your eyes and take a step back, your hands slowly moving away from his face.

Your face is on fire and you damn yourself over the way he makes you feel: like you're some sort of infatuated child, and not an adult who can fend for themselves.

The rawness of the way he makes you feel is unsettling.

"You're welcome." you finally answer, unable to look at him, your hand scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment.

You turn around, determined to make your way back to your tent, but his voice stops you.

"You didn't say it." he whispers as he looks at his fingernails with the same determination as a warrior gazing at the battlefield.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, confused.

"That I am beautiful. You didn't say it and you cannot leave me with this doubt, my dear."

You sigh.

Of course.

After all, this is what the wanted; to be flattered, to hear the words he wanted to hear. The fact that they came from you probably wasn't enough to make a difference.

"You are beautiful, Astarion." you say, your voice just above a whisper. All this ordeal tired you, and the only thing you want right now is to go to bed and hope the tingling in your hands stops.

"Observant." he says, the smile of his face unsettling. "Mirrors aren't much use but to be described through someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse."

You look at him, one last time, as your hands open and close around nothing; his mask is up again, that big, mischievous smirk and dancing eyes hide him completely, like a cloak made of night.

"Goodnight, Astarion." you say, not brave enough to look at him one last time.

You walk quickly torward your tent, too quick to hear him say

"Goodnight, little love."

#why is this so long what in the actual fuck #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate iii #this is my first yn fic guys #i can finally put something to my dead and gone ao3 #vampire #sorry to the people who played the game i feel like i am intruding #elena writes #but really this idiot cured me of my fic writing dry spell #i owe him #fic tag #writing tag #hope someone like it! #also tell me if it sucks or if you have tips! #also ps English is not my first language so i am sorry

[akane171]

Huh? Yes, I'm still breathing?😅 Oh, did my message not get through?😰 I did answer you the other day🙈😅 I thought you were busy so you didn't reply, I didn't realize you apparently didn't get any message, sorry🙈🙈😰😰😖

Since that message apparently didn't get through, here again:

😂😂😂

Ah, yes, it is pretty niche, isn't it?🤔😅🙈

HAHAHA, the didn't study, passed anyway feeling is the BEST 😍😂😂

...What kinds of fics I will write?😕 Why does me wanting to make friends with demons make you worry about THAT?😂😂😅

Hmm, you think they had already figured out that it's meant to be Kara?🤔 Dunno, but LW kinda made it sound like nobody had really figured it out yet when Daxam&Krypton died🤔 But oh well, apparently we're likely to meet a survivor next arc, then we'll see😍😍😍🙈🙈🤔🤔

"Just write and see"...See how I absolutely fail, yes😅😂🙈

Dito 😂 Cursing is just fun😂😂

...Well, can't disagree with that 🙈😅 Still sad tho🙈

Aww, you really make me want to binge the books😂🙈 Definitely gotta read them when I finally have time to read again🙈😂😍

Yeah, Mon's the best... Well, I was fine with Brainy til they pulled that sheer hypocrisy in the finale...🙈😖

Yeah, Mon really was just the most relatable and "human" of them all, even including the human characters....😅

Yuuup... Kara Zor-El and Mon-El of Daxam pretty much seem to have died in the S2 finale... What was left was Kara Danvers and Mon-El of the Legion...Both apparently married to their job and forever doomed to be apart while everybody else gets a happy ending...🙈

Ohhhhh, you know, your choice of subjects is VERY amusing, I'm STILL laughing at that😂😂 But sounds like an awesome AU😂 Tho can you just imagine the terrible pick-up lines they could use on each other once they fall in love?😂 Like, imagine Mon coming up to Kara and saying "Are you Shelley? Cause you can make me (anything)" 😂😂 Ohh, I had a really good one with chemistry too but can't remember that one🙈 Alternatively, imagine Kara walking up to Mon and saying "Are you  a nucleon? Cause I can't help orbiting around you" 😂😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ Okay, I'll stop with these bad pick-up lines😂😂

Oh, absolutely, Max would still be the jackass we know, but he loves his lil bro, so gotta be protective😉 And Mon, well, ofc he's gotta be a lil shit, that's literally the job description of siblings😉😂😂 But I imagine he'd still be that precious outer space stray puppy we know and still get excited over new things (cause unlike what the show seemed to portray, you can NEVER have seen and learnt everything! Learning is a life-long process 😑) 

Haha, well, I AM thinking about putting it on my to-write list 🙈🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

Hope it treats you well, too!😊 Sorry about the confusion again, I really didn't even think the message might not have gotten through🙈

Oh, PS: Fun fact since we always tell LW to sleep more: Panic!at the Disco released a new song in which's chorus he sings "Shut up and go to bed" 😂😂😂 The universe can ridiculously funny sometimes😂😂

XXX

Nah, it's ok, i just was sure you got tired of me, moved to LW forever and I was just sadly scrolling her dahsboard with tears in my eyes, sniff.

Joking.

Seriously speaking, I got nothing from you and after a few days i smartly decided to ask, lol.

Haven't eaten it, so yep. We have only one sushi restaurant here, so xD

Yeah, good ol' days xD But would never ever wanted to come back to these days, lol.

Possessed by demon would for sure affect your writings. Can't wait to see the bloody horror fics!

Probably the priest didn't know. Priests are usually dumb fucks xD

SHUT YOUR CAKE UP. It's going to be ok!!!!! >;[

FUCK, it is!

Oh, do it! They are rally good and make sense and karamel is adorable and there is no too much Lobotomizer. Especially in book 3, when they go to the restaurant, he is just aaaaaaaaah. Love him.

Well, i was ok with Brainiac in s3 but then, I felt he was the replacement for Winn and Mon. Also, they made him a calculator with feelings and the way they dumber him down for Lobotomizer's sake in their every scene was pathetic. And seriously, dude was sitting on his ass while his so called Legion friends were figting for his people and he didn't even spare one thought about it. And his last scenes, fuck you asshole. Sorry, he seriously annoyed me to the no end.

While i can undersatnd why they treated Mon-El as shit, but Kara? He stayed her established biggest love of her life and she ended as a spinster, without love, private life, married to her two jobs. Like, yeah, role model, indeed. In the end I was not liking this version of Kara, she felt artificial. Sigh

LOL, they would love the lines xD Also, imagine all kids conspirating and shipping them, and making bets xD

I would love their interactions, because for sure they could both learn things from each other. Imagine Kara and Mon-El, being pissed off at MAx for interrupting tehir dates, conspire about making Max and Cat together xDDDDD Maybe Cat would be against her Supergirl dating her enemy lil bro? xD

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!

It's ok :) I really missed talking with you, so happy the issue was solved :D

PS. LMAAAAAAAAAAAAO! That's so awesome! Going to send it to her every day when she won't respect her sleeping hours :D THANKS!!!

PS2. Have you seen the Chris pics?! HOLY DAMN!

#ReFail #my fam

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver iv - ruggie, rook & lilia

Would you do the world prompt for Lilia, Rook, and Ruggie?

- from Anonymous.

A/N: Hi everyone~ I’ve finally found the time to write again~ Since my last writing were angst pieces, I figured I’d beg for forgiveness by making some more fluff ahahah. I hope you enjoy!

Let’s go!

PS: pardon my French, I just used Google Translate :x 

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iii (jamil), ver iv (this), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

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After Jade had successfully pulled Floyd off you when the latter eel had tackled you to the ground (who decided it would be a good idea to give that person, 191 centimetres?), you finally entered the main hall of the Mostro Lounge. Upon seeing you, several of the other part timers point out where he went. As you slowly slipped to the back of the hall, you finally caught sight of Ruggie.

He caught your gaze at the edge of his eye, and after sending you a quick, sharp grin, he returned back to his serving the table. After which he came up to you. 

“Hey you~” He instinctively leaned down, and brushed his cheek against yours, which you happily reciprocate. He ducked his face into your neck. You felt his nose twitch.

“Did Floyd greet you with another hug?” 

“He tackled me.”

“Shishishi. Is that so?” he pulled back, and gave you a grin that--to your worry--did not reach his eyes. 

“Ruggie.” you frowned, you had come here not to make him sad--but to cheer him on. Floyd was just... really affectionate with people he liked--and it was impossible to say no to him... Primarily because you were both human and weak against Floyd’s tall form. 

“It’s fine.” he smiled, “it’s just a... me thing, I’ll get over it. Sorry.” 

You’ve got the feeling that Ruggie thinks you’d stand up and just leave him be--but you didn’t want to do that.

I want you to know--that I chose you--I chose to be with you. 

That you are irreplaceable.

That you are priceless.

‘How do I do that..?’ you blinked as you snapped your fingers. Ruggie tilted his head in response, before you looked up and said, 

“Hey Ruggie. Here’s a secret~” 

His ears twitched in interest, in he leant down to come closer to you.

“I can hold the world in my hands!”

“Haaah?” Ruggie furrowed his brows, “how is that supposed to work? Also I thought you didn’t have magic in your world--” 

When he felt your gentle and kind fingers brush against his cheeks, he’s thrown into stupefied silence.

“I’m holding the world.” you pulled him close, hoping he could see the sincere love you had for him in your eyes. “I’m holding my world.”

Ruggie’s eyes widened at your statement, and he immediately sputtered in response. 

“Wait--you--” 

“You’re priceless to me Ruggie.” you pressed your hands against his cheeks, “you’re so important to me--you’re my world.” 

“You--” The blush on his cheeks darkened. “You can’t just... say stuff like that, ya know?”

“I can’t help it.” you said, with a gentle smile, that made his cheeks burn brighter and his heart beat faster. “I want you to know how much you mean to me.” 

“Well message received.” he said a little grumpy, “please let me go?”

“You’re not pulling away in the first place.” His ears twitched again, and this time his tail flicked too. You grinned at his silence.

“You...” 

“Hm?”

“You’re...” he inhaled, before he exhaled. “You’re important to me too, okay? Don’t... don’t go looking at anyone else.”

“There’s no room in my sight, except for you Ruggie!” you chirped and he groaned again. 

‘You’re too cute.’ He thought, as he proceeded to duck into your neck again, and with a breath he’s happy that you smell more like him again. 

--

Rook was sta--I mean... hunting again.

You wish he’d pay attention to you, but he’s there--a dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he stared off into the direction of the botanical garden.

‘Staring at Leona again probably,’ you thought, as you tore your gaze away from Rook’s form for the nth time. 

You honestly don’t understand how he could have such sharp eyesight--but honestly, it was way more believable than all the other magic in Twisted Wonderland. 

Your eyes naturally trailed off to Rook’s direction, only for him to quickly turn your way. You flinched in surprise, and frantically turn to concentrate down at your book. With a little curse, you noticed that the book you were holding was upside down.

“Ohoh.” you hear Rook let out a soft chuckle, before he slunk his way to the seat across yours. “You’ve been shooting me some upset looks, is something the matter?” 

“That’s...” you sighed as you put down your upside down book, and look him in the eye... or well... closed? lids? 

Yet another intriguing thing about him that you never really question--but simply accept. 

“I...” you struggled with how to phrase it before you settle on an idea. “Hey Rook?”

“Hrm?” Though he was seated across you now, his gaze... or his? closed? eyelids? were still fixed in the direction of the gardens.

“I know how to hold the world in my hands.” you declared, and he nodded. 

“Is that so?” You huffed in response, and think ‘here goes nothing.’ 

When Rook felt you gently take his face in your hands, his shut eyelids twitched in surprise to meet your gaze. You had just the slightest tint of red spread across your cheeks.

“Like this.” you said, and he raised a brow, as he wondered what you meant. He furrowed his brows briefly as he attempted to remember what you were talking about.

“I know how to hold the world in my hands.” 

His eyes slid open in surprise as you met his gaze head on.

“Like this,” you said, your voice strong, “I’m holding the world in my hands.” 

Your eyes meet his, and he quickly realized what you’re trying to get across. 

My eyes are on you, Rook.

Are your eyes on me?

‘You..’

‘You are... truly...’

“Mon monarque,” he murmured fervently, as he took your hand and pressed a kiss against the back of it. “Monarque de mon coeur...” he whispered softly.

“Rook?”

“I might acknowledge many kings--but you are the one true ruler of my heart.” he finally said in common tongue, which made your cheeks flush red. “Never loose confidence in my love for you, mon monarque!”

You pulled your hands back as your blush began to brighten, but he only squeezed your hands gently, in reassurance. 

“Just--don’t forget--” you inhaled. “don’t look away.” 

“Mon monarque--how could I?” Rook’s eyes glittered briefly before his eyes shut, and his familiar smile spread across his face. “You who holds my heart--I eagerly watch what you do next~” 

--

Being with someone as older as Lilia, meant that he was mostly the dominant one in the relationship. 

It didn’t help that he was incredibly mischievous. He looked to get you all flustered whenever he could.

‘It’s cute’ he said, ‘I can’t resist your cute face after all~’ Of course, this would only set your face on flame even more, and he’d end up laughing about it.

You wondered if there was anything you could do to show him how much you appreciated him. Or at least--could you make his heart race, the way he did to you? 

“You seem to be thinking about something very deeply, little dear.” You jolt upright to stare right into Lilia’s red eyes.

He was hanging upside down in the air again. 

“Hey Lilia,” you rest your face in between your palms as you look at the fae. 

“Yes, little dear?” a familiar wide smile curled his lips, and you leant forward.

“I can hold the world in my hands.” Lilia raised a brow at that. He made a quick flip in the air, before he landed in the seat right across you. Once he had sat down, he leant forward too.

“However so intriguing, is this the magic of your world?” Lilia tilted his head, his red eyes shimmered with curiosity.

“I guess you can say that.” you giggled in return, “would you like me to show you?” 

“I am all ears, little dear.” You reach forward, and only after a moment of hesitation, you cupped his soft cheeks in both of your hands.

“Like this. I’m holding the world.” you whisper, softly. You look into Lilia’s eyes. 

His eyes widened briefly at this--his pupils became rounder for a brief moment, and just the lightest pink blush appeared on his cheeks before his expression quickly changed. He tilted his head in your palms, and he regarded you with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

You blushed from the way he looked at you so intensely. 

“Aha... Saying such a thing--to an old man like me,” he reached a hand, his thumb slipped onto your pulse. He shut his eyes as he listened to the way he made your heart leap. His smile grew tender at the rhythm of your heart. “you know this means, I won’t let you go, hm?” 

Your blush darkened and you pouted.

“No fair Lilia!” 

“On the contrary little dear,” he offered you his other wrist. “feel my heart.” 

You hesitate for a moment, before you felt for the rhythm of his heart. It was... it felt like it was coordinating with yours--in the same rapid beat. 

“There are little things that surprise me.” he admitted gently, “and even less--are there things that could make my heart race. You’ve always done that for me little dear. Everyday, I anticipate what things you’ll do to make my heart race.” 

“Lilia...” you dodged his gaze. 

“I’ll tell you another thing little dear~ come closer~” You lean forward, to get another look, but Lilia instead took the opportunity to lovingly brush his nose against yours.

“Lilia!” you pulled back, blush up to your ears at this point. 

“I do apologize, little dear. You’re far too adorable!” he chuckled, “you flustering me... my, that was also very cute~ Do it more often~?”

“I’ll keep trying!” you said with a huff, “until your whole face also turns red!” 

His smirk widened in response.

“and I’ll look forward to all your attempts... kufufu~” 

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#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst ruggie #twst rook #twst lilia #my search history: how do hyenas greet each other #google: they sniff each other's private parts #me: well that wont do #i stand by what i said pomefiore is hard to write for #lilia is lilia #ai twst hold series

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Lucci x reader story! he's fighting the urge to fall for reader but fails miserably

Lucci’s cookies

It's been a long time since I managed to write an OS and I am glad to be back again. Thank you for all the requests during my absence.

I hope you're all doing alright! Ps: I did not go missing because of Corona - I suddenly got some sort of a skin disease, which I am trying to get rid of since a few weeks and it's really strenuous to work or even live with it and the meds knock me out pretty good too. I cannot promise to update this blog on a more regular basis but I will do my best :)

Ps: if there is anyhting you guys want me to write, feel free to request it. I got really excited to see some MM and Avenger requests! 

- 1.735 words - cuteness, nothing too romantic or smutty, just a little story of our CP0 boy meeting a woman (you! hihi)

Lucci was on his way to the CP0's new boss. The whole crew has never seen this man before but they knew that he was not someone to make angry. Even though Lucci didn't really care about him or being on time, he didn't want to have any problems with the new guy from the very beginning, so he tried to arrive at the meeting place before the new boss did.

On his way to the meeting point, Lucci spotted a new bakery opening in one of the side streets. A few people came out with freshly baked bread and apparently some baked sweets. He could smell some vanilla aroma and a warm scent of herbs as well. Deciding to have a quick look, he went to the window of the little shop and peeked inside. An older woman exchanged her money with some fresh baked bread and looked happy about an offer to taste some marmalade cookies. Lucci's favorite. Being too focused on the cookie, he needed a few seconds to realize that you were waving at him. When you managed to get his attention, you smiled happily and motioned for him to come inside. He hesitated first but chose to just have a look and maybe try one of these cookies. Thousands of different scents suddenly hit his sensitive nose but Lucci was already used to it. What he wasn't used to was the smell of lavender in the room. When he looked up to you, offering him some of those marmalade cookies, he forgot about himself for a quick second. Your (H/C)-colored hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail and your shiny (E/C) eyes looked at him with excitement first but it quickly changed to worry. "Are you alright? Don't you like strawberry marmalade? I also have chocolate cookies or ones, with coconut cream?", you pointed to a fresh batch behind you and smiled a bit at him. Lucci shook his head softly and took one of the marmalade ones, tasting it right away. Even though he tried his best to stay calm and not show whether or not he liked it, Lucci couldn't hold back his excitement for this treasure he just ate. "It tastes wonderful..", he looked up to you, and there it was again. Your scent. Lavender and the calming scent of an ocean. It hypnotized him. Trying to get out of this trance, he shook his head and cleared his throat. "I am sorry.", he turned around and went to the door, "I am in a hurry. Thank you for the cookie." Without another look back, he left the shop and didn't realize that there were people already waiting outside. He has seen their faces many times, knowing that they feared him, which is probably why they decided to wait outside instead of being in a shop with him.

Not too much later, he caught himself thinking about that cookie, then the scent of the cookie, the scent of you and then..you. He shook his head as if this would get rid of his thoughts and looked up to his new boss, who watched Lucci with a raised eyebrow. "Am I boring you, Rob Lucci?", he approached the man slowly and stopped when he stood right in front of Lucci, who shook his head slowly again. "No, I was listening." The boss giggled slowly and sighed, "I wish I had your brain.. must be pretty relaxing." After stepping back again, he continued to explain their plan to enter a pirate base on an island nearby. But before they left, he needed to taste the other cookies too. No! He shouldn't go there again. You could be there and this would deflect him even more. Your scent was triggering some nerves inside of him and he didn't like that.

When the boss ended their meeting, he looked at Lucci and gave him a warning sight, "Don't you dare to decide to do anything on your own. You all need to work as a team or this plan won't work out. Do you understand me?" Lucci had to admit, that it made him mad to hear this man talk to him like that. He was way stronger than his new boss but he wasn't interested in a fight as he just wanted the boss to shut up and leave him be. "I do. Can I leave now?" The boss sighed annoyed and nodded, "You better leave right away before I completely lose my cool." Even though he was really close to just laugh at that comment, Lucci kept his mouth shut again and just turned around to leave. Walking in a normal pace away, Lucci could still feel his glare like daggers in his back. On his way back to his room, he decided to visit the little shop again and realized that a few men seemed to cause some trouble. "I wanted to taste one of these cookies now and not tomorrow!", he growled at her and pushed a container, which was made of glass, down the counter. Lucci could have caught it easily but he couldn't care less about a container, which wasn't his. Instead of wasting his time on an item, he just entered the shop and stood right behind those three men. One of them felt someone's presence and turned around to curse them out of the building but froze when he saw Lucci. The man quickly tapped onto the second man's shoulder and went a few steps back. Lucci looked at the second man, who went as many steps back as he could before pressing himself against the wall. Now there was only one more left. He looked at the man, standing right in front of him, still demanding some of your cookies, not paying attention to his surroundings at all. Weakling.

Lucci went a few steps forward and almost hovered over him with their height difference. You looked up to Lucci, a little bit nervous and scared because you already have your first drama on the very first day in the bakery shop. The man realized how quiet it had become and turned around, quickly before freezing completely. Tilting his head a little, Lucci eyed the man from his toes up to his face and narrowed his eyes, "Are you bothering that lady?" The man shook his head really fast and still couldn't say a word. "Did you break this glass?", Lucci asked him and put his hands casually into his trousers' pockets. The man nodded and swallowed his own saliva a bit too strenuous. "You know, what you have to do.", Lucci looked at him and straightened his head again, looking at the man full of disgust. He just nodded fast again and took out all his money, putting it on the counter before walking out fast.

You looked after the three men and were glad Lucci didn't hurt them or that the shop didn't get any more damage than just the glass container. "T-thank you... You can have the money. I don't need it.", you looked at him and sighed relieved. Lucci just shook his head and looked around. Wiping a few pieces of glass out of his way, he looked up to you, "So.. you really don't have any more cookies left?" With a slow but soft headshake, you looked at him sadly. "I am sorry... I don't. But I will prepare a box filled with different kinds of cookies for you, which you can have tomorrow, if you'd like?" Thinking about it, Lucci nodded and just turned around to leave, "I will pick it up tomorrow evening after I come back from a mission. Have it ready by then." "Wait! What's your name?" "Lucci.", he said and left again. - Lucci was too exhausted. Not only did this mission last longer than expected but he also wasn't allowed to hunt down the enemy as he usually would. This time it was all about patience and waiting for the enemy to get caught in a trap. When he figured that their enemy was too dumb to exist, he gave up the urge to beat him up on the way to his new boss. When he finished all the explanations and ignoring his boss's annoying comments, he decided to visit your little bakery shop. Hoping that it wasn't closed yet, Lucci almost sprinted to the side street and realized that he was too late. Before he could turn around to leave, the door of the bakery opened and you peeked out of the barely opened door, "You're here! I prepared your box!" Lucci couldn't help but smile and just went into the little shop, closing the door behind him. Looking around to see where you went, he enjoyed the silent moment of him being surrounded by your amazingly calming scent. Lucci closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, calming down as soon as he inhaled the warm breeze.

When you tapped on his shoulder, Lucci just turned his head to you and frowned at the sight of two boxes, "I just need one." "Oh.. the other one is just a basic meal with some bread.. I didn't have time to cook more but I hope you like it.", you smiled a bit nervous at him. After Lucci gave her a questioning look, you explained to him that it was not healthy to only eat cookies on an empty stomach and that a strong man needs a real meal. Lucci nodded at that and as he took the two boxes, he froze when you leaned over to kiss his cheek once softly. "Thank you.. for.. helping me yesterday..", you gave him a nervous smile, while your cheeks got a slight tint of red color. Lucci looked down at you and couldn't help himself but to think you're really adorable. Even though he wasn't the type of man to be interested in any romantic or cute things, he appreciated the effort. "Thank you, ..?" "(Y/N)", you told him your name with a weird amount of confidence. He nodded and raised an eyebrow when you smiled happily at him again. "I will return these boxes tomorrow.", Lucci announced and went back to the door again.

This was the first of many nights, in which he promised to bring the boxes back, always hoping to receive more of those kisses of yours.

#one piece #onepiece #reader #rob lucci #rob #lucci #roblucci #cp0 #readerxlucci #readerxroblucci #one shot #cute #OS #bakery #one piece lucci #readerxonepiece #reader x one piece #oneshot #OP #onepiecexreader

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I’ve seen a few posts asking for recommendations for romance interactive/visual novels and finally I decided it would be better to just post about it rather than replying. Note that I have been playing this genre for years but I also am picky. There are some games that I have played which I would not necessarily rec*.

Interactive Novels (Purely text based)

The Wayhaven Chronicles (Mobile, Steam)

Creme de la Creme (Mobile, Steam)

Tally Ho (Mobile, Steam)

**Fallen Hero: Rebirth (Mobile, Steam)

Visual Novels

Arcade Spirits (PS 4, Switch, Xbox One, Steam, itch.io)

Choices (Mobile)

Dream Daddy (PS 4, Switch, Steam, Humble, Mobile)

A Rose in Winter (Steam, Itch.io)

You should also watch out for “Best Friend Forever” (Switch/Steam/Itch.io) and download the demo. I also personally have not yet played “Butterfly Soup” but I hear great things about it.

If you want to know more about the games along with the pros and cons are for each game (in my opinion) check under the cut. but it is. Long.

Interactive Novels

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Fantasy/romance. You play as a detective who has been tasked to solve a murder in your small town of Wayhaven. You have been tasked with agents from a mysterious agency, Unit Bravo, to help you. But are they all that they seem? 

Pros:

Sexy vampires. (This is not a spoiler it’s literally in the description of the game.)

The writing is incredible. Mishka Jenkins knows the tropes and uses them expertly.

The romances are all very good in their own unique way.

All of the characters are well developed and interesting.

There are two books of this series out!

Cons:

ACAB. And you play a detective at a station where there’s literally a state where you either are “by the book” or “bend the rules” so like. Not great.

There are two books out of seven for the series so know you will be left wanting more.

You can play as non-binary and there are a couple of background non-binary characters in the story but there are no non-binary romances.

Creme de la Creme - Adventure/romance (if you’re into dark academia, this is for you). You play as a student sent to a finishing school and are expected to bring prestige back to the family name.

Pros:

This plot takes some turns y’all.

You can play as non-binary and there also can be non-binary romance options!

There is aro/ace representation!!

Hannah Powell-Smith is married to a woman so like nice.

Cons:

There is some commentary that sometimes works well and sometimes falls flat. Mainly the critique on power and the upper class works well until the endings where many still benefit from this without characters putting much more thought in it.

Tally Ho - Comedy/Romance. Inspired by Wooster and Jeeves. You play a servant living in London during 1930′s. You work for Rory Wintermint, and must accompany them to their Aunt Primrose’s estate. Hijinks ensue.

Pros:

Light and fun and adorable.

Romances 

There are some really funny moments in this.

Cons:

This was one of my first interactive novels and I have spent hours and hours on this game and there are still achievements that I have absolutely no idea how to achieve.

It’s a light and airy game so know that if romance is your thing, it doesn’t delve as deep into those relationships as other games on here.

You can play with they/them pronouns but there is no other non-binary characters.

Fallen Hero: Rebirth - Action/Superhero. You play a former hero that has started acting on your plan to become a supervllian. You must work against your original crew and that gets. Complicated.

(**Heads up, this is a very good game it’s not romance-focused. I also have not replayed it in some time. and other people could describe it better than I have. So if this short description sounds interesting, I recommend looking it up on tumblr + other areas.)

 Pros:

Immersive and thoughtful small details.

The romances are complex and certainly not easy, but that’s certainly a strength of the writing.

Malin Rydén self-describes as “unapologetically queer”

Cons:

Not so much of a con but something yall should know! This game handles heavy topics as your character descends into villainy. Your character experiences depression and a variety of Rough Stuff. Keep that in mind if you are also in a rough place mentally rn.

I’m gonna be real with ya fam and I think this could just be me. There were multiple parts of this game that I felt lost in. I could not fully understand what was going on. BUT I also feel like in many places that is the intention for the character to feel disorientated so take that what you will.

Visual Novels

Arcade Spirits - Dating Sim/Comedy. You play as a depressed person who was just fired. You are convinced you are suffering from a generational long curse. Your phone matches you with a job at the Funplex arcade with various characters. Will you ensure the arcade survives? Will you find love along the way?

Pros:

this is GOD-TIER visual novel content y’all!!

The system that they use for stats are unlike anything I’ve ever seen but it’s leagues ahead. You do not have to be constantly monitoring your stats as you would typically for other games.

Made with so much love for the content and attention to detail. 

Diverse cast that are all so fun and lovable in their own way.

You get to create your MC’s hair/skin/clothes color and then you’ll see them throughout the game?? WILD.

Cons:

BECAUSE this game was made with love and and attention to detail, if you have absolutely no interest in the world of video games you may feel detached.

The character creator is very limited. Which I do get to a certain extent with all of the different shots they draw the MC in. But I hope you want your character to be thin with a lot of angular facial features 

Choices - An app where there is a series of stories you can play “chapters” of using keys, which replenish every couple of hours.

Pros:

It’s a very focused on modern romance stories, but there are also such a variety of different genres of books! Fantasy (Blades of Light & Shadow), Historical fiction/romance (Desire & Decorum), Thriller/Horror (It Lives in the Woods). I have PLENTY of recs if you hmu.

There are...Many a good romances in these tho like I have blushed and sighed and daydreamed about these stories.

Cons:

You need patience for this game. It’s a free app and therefore has a system where you need to understand the key system and be patient to collect “diamonds” to purchase premium choices.

Many of the books are gender-locked where you can only play as a woman.

Choices has been criticized that they need better treatment/more screentime for their characters of Color. They have said they are committing to do better, but we will see.

Same has been said about their wlw romances.

Just as there are good stories, there are also stories that have something to be desire. I have varying issues with some books that have plot holes, unengaging writing, etc. These are good for you to play to earn more diamonds though.

Dream Daddy - Dating Sim/Comedy. (This game was the talk of the town when it came out in 2017 but in case you weren’t in the genre at the time!!) You are a single dad who is moving with your daughter Amanda to Maple Bay. You meet other single dads and date them while also trying to be a good father to your daughter.

Pros:

This writing is sharp as a tack. The comedy is on point and this game does a great job transitioning into serious moments.

There are awesome little mini-games that you’ll find in these!

The characters of each datable dad first seem like caricatures, but their backstories are complex and have depth.

The character creator is chef’s kiss v good. AND you can play as a trans dad like how neat.

Cons:

There have been plenty of conversation about cons for this game but frankly I don’t truly believe it has a con for what it is.

If you’re not a pun person this game will be. Difficult.

A Rose in Winter - Romance. You are playing as Rose, a girl who determined to prove herself as a knight. She has found herself at an inn and must choose between a series of Princes to help on their journey.

Pros:

Cute stories!

Except for the green prince which is heart-fluttering. (and if you play, I recommend playing last)

Adorable art.

Cons:

This reads more like an ACTUAL visual novel. Your choice (besides the initial choice you make on which prince you pursue) means little, if there is choice at all.

It’s definitely simpler than other games on this list but that’s not a bad thing as much as you should know!

*Please know that I did not include The Arc*n* on purpose! I used to really love that app but the way certain things were handled (both IRL and in the plot) I would not recommend it now.

#the wayhaven chronicles #creme de la creme #dream daddy #a rose in winter #playchoices #arcade spirits #cog #hosted games #Let me apologize if you're going through these tags and don't think this should be in there #that's valid and I struggled with that! #however i came to the conclusion it's the best way for people who are looking for new things to enjoy to find something

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DESTIEL AND COCKLES RANT

THIS IS A RANT ON ALL THINGS DESTIEL AND COCKLES

PS. I do not know how to make gifs and or use photos yet so feel free to add yours

I have said this before and I will say it again. I have been in this fandom for a month and I ship Destiel and Cockles anyone who has a problem with this then move along and/or if you are an anti and read this, keep your hateful comments to yourself.

That being said, I have read about almost all ships in the fandom but mostly Destiel, Cockles, Wincest, and J2. Through all the reading and discovery, I still have to say I ship Cockles and Destiel more than ever before. However, I have seen some things from the antis that did not sit well with me.

This is going to be a long post so brace yourself and it is mostly about the hate the antis (anti-cockles, anti-wives , and anti-Destiel Shippers spread). Also this is a rant so don’t mind me,

ON DESTIEL

The hate on Destiel is massive. Mostly this is from Bronlies who hate Cas like he is the anti-Christ, and the Wincest shippers.

Now I am not trying to rain on anyone’s parade but come on. Cas is Dean’s best friend. Whether you ship them romantically or not, it is canon that Cas Dean’s best friend. We have seen time and again how miserable Dean is every time Cas dies. Dea has also expressly stated that Cas is his best friend and even said they are better together; all three of them including Sam. He has called him his family. So why the hate? Chuck himself has said that he has rebuilt Cas more times than anyone.

Now, people who believe that it is better to ship Sam and Dean who are literally blood brother but it is not okay to ship Dean and Cas what is wrong with you? Is it okay for someone to fuck their brother and/or be in love with them? I mean come on.

Before I was even a shipper, I always looked forward to episodes that Cas was in. He brought a different dynamic to the show in a positive way. Yes, I love the brothers but Cas is just deifferent and all the sass he brings makes the show, at least to me 10 times better. Sue me.

People saying that JA would never be comfortable with Destine because he is a Christian. I mean, he can call Chuck a dick, call angels dicks, make deals with demons and all other unchristian things but kissing another man is where he draws the line? If he was such a Christian, why does he let another man straddle him on stage or want to kill God?

Someone once said that JA supports wincest. I saw the video and I get what he said is that whatever floats your boat or something like that. So why is it so hard for him when it comes to Destiel? I don’t understand this man. He is a paradox.

 ON COCKLES

I have seen antis, mostly those who ship J2 throw shade at MC saying that JA doesn’t like him, he just tolerates him and everything they do is for PR. I have not once seen anyone say that JP doesn’t like MC. You know why? I believe they view MC as a threat to their J2 ship.

So I stumbledupon this antis blog who had a whole analysis (much like am doing here) on why JA cannot be a couple. Here are some that I remember from the top of my head:

1.     That JA said that he thinks Matt Bomer is attractive.

2.     That JA moved to Austin to be live next to JP.

3.     That JA and MC have nothing in common being that JA plays golf and sings etc and that MC does woodwork, writes poetry and bicycle touring.

4.     That JA is with JP hence no. 2.

5.     That JA does not curse on stage but MC does.

6.     That MC does not take acting seriously but JA does.

Now now now. This beats logic. All the above things I beg to differ with not because I am cockles shipper but it is just common sense.

Being with someone or rather being in love with someone does not mean any of the above things have to be true. Hear me out.

1.     On finding Matt Bomer attractive. I have many celebrity crushes, there are also ordinary people that I find attractive. But then again, I have a boyfriend, who I am in love with; I have been with for six years. But he looks nothing like my celebrity crushes or the ordinary people I find attractive. Does that mean I am not in love with him? No. It means I have eyes and I can appreciate beauty and have a few fantasies but I chose to be with him because I love him. He also has other people he finds attractive that look nothing like me, does that mean he does not love me? I mean come on.

 Oh the most hilarious thing is that the anti said you cannot compare Matt to MC since Matt is way attractive. I mean come on; they may not look alike but they both have dark hair, blue eyes. Seriously people! And MC is so handsome and adorable at the same time. Sometimes I feel like he looks better than JA and JP. Sue me.

 2.     On JA moving to Austin. Lol. This means that he went to live next to his best friend. I mean come on. I have moved to live next to my best friend (bff) who is married. Does that mean I am in love with her? Hell no! But I feel safer knowing that she is there for me.

Also people need to understand, MC and JA could be involved romantically or not (pick your poison) but you don’t need to be next to your lover to love them or be in a relationship with them. Lond distance relationships anyone? They have families and kids and other priorities. Just because you are in a relationship with someone does not necessarily mean you live together or evn in the same area. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and also they are where they are now because of other priorities in their lives. So, living together or in the same town doesn’t make you more or less in love.

3.     On the issue of common interests. This made me laugh so hard. I mean comeon, People who are together do not need to share any interests. The diversity of their interests is probably what attracted them to each other. Also how can you say a poet and a singer have nothing in common? They are artists. MC can write poems that JA can sing. Oh also remember that video MC’s friend DM posted on Twitter where they did the whole bicycle touring in Germany? Uh huh? JA seemed to be interested in that a lot. So..

4.     I could say a lot about JA being with Jp. This J2 being married and their wives being beards is the weirdest thing I have ever seen. Seriously, J2 tinhats have gone ahead to hate of D’s posts and call her names. Telling her to stop pretending that she is JA. It is laughable and not in a nice way, really. Can they just stop? Before I became a cockles shipper I watched J2 videos where they interact be it cons, red carpet moments or even gag reels. It is just different. All I see are two bros; one that is really playful like a little puppy and the other one trying to be the big brother. As for JA and MC, it is different, there are things that JA is comfortable when Mc does that he is not comfortable when JP does them. Neck kisses for a start.

Also most of the J2 tinhats evidence about J2 being real is rarely backed up by visual evidence and if there is any, it is usually from years ago. I am not hating on antis, just stating facts.

5.     I mean, cursing on stage really? I curse all the time my bf doesn’t. Does that mean he doesn’t like me or love me? Hell to the Fucking No! Suck it!

6.     On Mc not taking acting seriously. Yeah I can guess why he doesn’t. It is not his only priority unlike JA who has chosen it as a career path. From what I have seen, MC’s priorities include making the world a better place through charities, politics, and oh, he is also a writer. Oh so forgive him if he is not obsessed with acting. Besides JA says that he likes how he acts as Cas because it is not like anything he has seen from other guest stars that have come on the show. I mean not being serious about something does not mean that you are not good at it. Would he have lasted 11 seasons if he was not good at what he does?

There was also hate that JA is only around MC for PR and he actually hates him. There were some photos and gifs so the apparent hate. So, if he cannot stand him, why is there so much evidence of JA going to MC to give some love, Neck kisses, intimate IG posts, face caresses, ass smacks, calling him his baby dadfy, heart eyes, even when they don’t know that they are being filmed?

Also why is it during the Vegascon 2020 all JA did was bring up MC unnecessarily even when no one, absolutely nobody asked him to. Come on! stop the bs and admit that Cockles is the realest ship in the history of ships!!

ON THE WIVES

I swear bitches be crazy. How can you just hat someone for literally nothing? This is mostly from J2 tinhats at other J2 stans who do not ship J2 together romantically. I mean…comeon. You do not need to be a stan for the wives just because they are married to J2 but please stop with the madness.

I recently saw someone comment on various JA posts on IG asking why he is lying to the fans that he is with D when he is with JP. So many rude things have been said about the wives especially D that it breaks my heart.

Seiously? People have gone ahead even to say that she is with JA’s friend SC and that the twins are not JA’s they are SC’s since D and SC are ‘always’ hanging out together. My question is, so D is not supposed to hang out with their friends? And for Chuck’s sake, everyone can see that the twins especially the boy (idk their names, sorry) looks like JA’s twin. I mean come on people.

I believe that they hate D because she says how much she loves MC and that Cas is her favorite character and that they are also bitter that JA chose her and not them. Just my opinion, but what do I know. On JP and G. I don’t know much about them mostly because I do not follow either of them of IG or elsewhere but I have seen hate on G as well.

The antis have gone ahead to say that when JA said that he was hanging out with SC writing songs, that he was lying and that nothing was happening he was just trying to dampen the rumours. I wonder how they felt when the album by JA and Sc came out last year. Jokes on you haters. Bitches be crazy fr.

Oh, the antis also say that the same way JA looks at his wife is the same way he looks at MC. With contempt. I mean talk about hanging yourself with your own rope. What they are saying is, JA feels about his wife the same way he feels abouts MC. Aww! That is true love bitches.

If JA actually cannot stand MC, shouldn’t he have gotten him fired from the show or at least make sure he gets less screen time and that they don’t have any panels together being that JA is the star of the show and all. I mean Mark left and he was a major character to the plot so...

Also why would JA give and buy MC clothes if he hates him? Give him a ring, a bracelet? Huh? Explain it to me.

Oh, some anti also said that before every Cockles panel at JIBCON JA cries and has to be forced on stage by Daniella and JP has to give him a hug and that’s why he drinks a lot of apple juice. LOL. WTF? What do you say to such people. I cannot even..My question is, are we talking about the same Cockles panels that I have seen? Then JA deserves all the Oscars and Tony Awards for his impeccable acting skills when he is around MC. Must really hate him. *wink*

MY TWO CENTS ON COCKLES

I know JA gives off mixed actions about MC. But I think it is to confuse people like us, shippers.  He does’t want to too out there so he tries so hard to be mean with his words. But his actions tell a different story. I mean, who gets a boner when their friend straddles them on stage and then goes ahead to post that chest to chest selfie on IG. That is the gayest thing I have ever seen.

Sharing clothes? I mean friends do share clothes but if it is like a daily thing. More than 20 articles of clothing exchanged between each other on various occasions even when they are apart does not make sense to me. And to make matters worse, JA does not deny it. One even had a tag on it. Lol. We are not children, we can see what is going on.

The 2014 DallasCon – Rob’s Birthday Party. WTF? Was all that between JA and MC? Why did he he swallow and react like that when he saw MC’s bare abdomen? Who does that? Also the looks when MC was leaving the stage. Come on.

Also what was up with the” I love you from the bottom of my heart” at the MTV top 10 in 2010.

The wife is my rock but I am glad to have some pebbles in my life.

Truth is, JA could post a video of him balls deep in MC and the antis could say that somehow MC manipulated JA to post it for PR.

People need to leave MC alone, he ie a human being who has made mistakes, JA and JP have too and I don’t see the antis hating on them. The double Standard s FOH.

I could write about this forever but the truth is JA loves MC, and D and V know that they love each other. All their friends know including JP and other castmates. I believe they know it is more than just friends and the antis can’t stand it because they also know it to be true.

JA LOVES MC. JP LOVES MC. J2M LOVE EACH OTHER. J2 LOVE THEIR WIVES. STOP THE HATE!!

I am not done but I am done for now. I could be here forever writing about this if I do not stop.

#destiel #cockles #cockles is real #cockles csi #stop the hate #antis are mean

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Cigarettes & Mint | Chapter 4

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→ Genre: Very Angst  / Very Suggestive / Highschool!Au

→ Warning: Strong language; cursing; sexual themes; heartbroken; character death (?);

→ Pairing: Badboy!Hyunjin x Innocent!Reader;

→ Summary: When your ego is bigger than your brain, you don’t mind breaking someone’s heart. As soon as the smell of cigarettes and mint invade your nostrils, your heart starts beating faster and your life starts falling apart. I bet you will end up broken.

→ Playlist for the Chapter:

 ↳ Outro Tear - BTS ↳ What I’ve Done - Linkin Park  ↳ Swim - Chase Atlantic ↳ Listen Before I Go - Billie Eilish ↳ Take me Home - Jess Glynn

→ Words: +4K

→ N/A: Hiii everyone! This chapter contains strong language, violence, heavy make out and character death (?) prepare your heart ;)

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[00:00 AM/  DAY THREE (AND LAST) OF THE BET]

Your eyes are shedding warm and sour tears, your hands are trembling, your legs are stuck and your breathing is heavy. What is wrong with you?

With the last strength in your body you got up of your knees, stumbling over the stairs to get inside the crowded residence, and you ran, praying for not being too late and being able to talk to the man that was always there for you.

Hyunjin was screaming your name but you didn’t bother to care, not when you made your best friend cry. Jinnie’s body was shaking, his heart ached so strongly that he fell on the ground, the tears making his vision get worst.

Everyone inside stared at you like you were some kind of alien, your clothes were dripping small water drops, you were barefoot and even had your makeup stained under your eyes in a dark mess.

You managed to exit the house, finding your best friend sitting on the ground, face hidden in his large hands, and quiet sobs echoing on the empty road that was illuminated by the street lights. Seeing him this hurt made you cry even worst, the pain similar to someone stabbing your poor heart.

He heard your sobs and his head turned around to face you, you didn’t look like yourself. He couldn’t even recognize you…

“Hendery…” You call his name in between cries. “I’m so sorry, i completely forgot it.” You confess walking towards him, reaching your arms out for him, wanting his comforting arms around your frame.

The black-haired man stood up and took steps back, refusing to be close to you. He is too hurt, and its all your fault.

“That’s not why i am hurt, Sun.” His voice cracked. “You left me for him…” He cries, his heart is breaking even more by the memories of you making out with that other man.

You wanted to say something back, but you couldn’t. Your stomach is throbbing like someone is crushing it between its hands. You are shaking all over, your body feels like it’s frozen from how cold it is, your eyes barely open and your legs feel unsteady.  A sudden urge to throw up comes all the way up to your mouth, and so you do, on the beautiful flowers that were decorating the front of the large and noisy house.

Your best friend was disappointed at you, but still, even if his head feels like it’s going to explode, he runs to you and holds your hair while you finish, your throat raw from all the acid you just left out of your opening.

“Hendery, I’m sorry…” You whisper weakly. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head and you pass out on his arms, your body falling unconscious against his.

He screams scared, his hands are uncertain as he pets your hair and he feels anxious, what should he do? He didn’t even bring his car, he walked all the way here…

The people inside the house didn’t care about was happening outside, and they would never let him borrow a car. Their body was being drowned in alcohol so they could forget all the shitty days they had because everyone has their own fights.

Feeling like his heart is being torn apart he manages to put you on his back as he gives you a piggyback all the way to your house, that’s about half an hour away. He doesn’t care if he is going to be sore tomorrow at school, he needs to help you.

His mind gets filled with questions, and he doesn’t have any answers, yet. He studies the possibility of Hyunjin playing with you…Maybe he wants to upset you more… Or maybe his friends are plotting something with him.

The sky was cloudy, just like his mind. Crickets were his only company, singing noisily their melancholic melody, making him feel even more lonely. Suddenly quiet snores were heard, and he felt relief, you are sleeping.

His mind travels to the first days he met you, you were a short, adorable girl that loved rap music and had really deep thoughts for your age, and Changbin was always with you. He remembers how the small man’s laugh was loud and happy when he was with you, but ever since you left him, he turned quiet and moody.

He remembers how you started to hang out more with him and left Binnie behind. Not because you were trying to replace the small boy, but because Hendery was treating you like a princess. That’s how Changbin ended up on the ‘fuckboy club’ that Hyunjin and Minho were the presidents of.

Hendery didn’t mean to separate them, you were just a cute girl he had a crush on, and due to him not having friends, because he just moved to Korea, made you get closer to him.

A powerful bark scared him, making him take some steps back, and hold your legs tighter around him. The last thing he wanted was to run away from a canine with you passed out on his back. But for his luck, the dog was just being a creep and barking at him from the inside of the house.

Your best friend signed.

Would Changbin want revenge after all this time? Nah, that’s stupid. He would have done it by himself… Hyunjin never fought with Hendery, they barely spoke to each other, so he shouldn’t be worried about him… but that’s why something is missing.

When he arrived at your modest house, he searched for the safe key that is hidden between the yellow and blue flowers on the pot that’s resting on the floor, and he opened the door, not caring about the noise he would eventually do.

Your dad is a cop, and he works at night, so he isn’t home now. Hendery experiencedly crossed the long hallway covered with pictures of you, all the way to your bedroom. He laid you down carefully on the comfortable bed. You seemed to be sleeping, your breathing calm and steady.

Grabbing the makeup wipes from your clean bathroom, he cleaned the memories of the hard night of your eyes, careful not to wake you up.

He also got your pijama and helped you get rid of your wet clothes. Hendery’s cold and slender fingers took your t-shirt off, surprised to see that you were wearing no bra underneath.

His eyes met your soft breast, and with his cheeks painted in an adorable shade of red, he admired them for a second. Realizing it was wrong to stare at your naked body when you are resting he quickly overcame to the urge to admire you and helped you dress the rest of your dry clothes.

You looked peaceful, little snores escaping your nose, your chest moving up and down steadily and your lips in a pout, holding your Koya teddy between your arms for dear life.

Its time for him to move on with his life, this chapter of his book needs to be completed. He can’t keep waiting for something he can’t have. His heart told him to reject the offer, in hopes you would choose him and make him yours, but it’s clear that you only see him as a friend. It’s difficult for him to accept it, but its the truth.

His lovely fingers quiver as he starts to write you a letter, a letter where he confesses what the feels for you, where he tells you that he doesn’t hate you for not loving him back because we don’t choose who we will fall in. How sweet of him?

It was late, the clock on your desk marked 2 am in red numbers, his head was thumping and he needed to rest. He needed to get the energy to find out what those three assholes were plotting against you. On his way out of your room, Hendery’s digits slowly graze over the little plushie you have on your study table.

He gave you this teddy on your 17th birthday, you were so happy, and it made him happy. The broken-hearted boy picked up the plushie and he inhaled it, your rosy perfume invaded his nostrils and he smiled.

Writing a quick ‘ps’ on the note, he holds the teddy in his hands, declaring he is sorry for stealing your favorite toy, but explaining that he needed to keep happy memories of you, even if you broke his heart.

Hendery took a last look at your frame curled on the bed, illuminated by the blue glow of the moon that was escaping from your window. He smiled once again, you will always be his love.

His moves were sad, his heart was permanently hurt and we didn’t want to go but he had to. Before it was too late.  The drops started to roll down his cheeks again as he walked out of your house.

Hendery will miss your voice, your essence, your laughter, the charming notes you left him every day with cute drawings and sweet words to remind him of homework or just to show him you liked him a lot, he kept every single one of them.

He loved you, that’s for sure.

[11:00 AM/  DAY THREE (AND LAST) OF THE BET]

The bad smell of your breath waked you up. Your eyes wanted to keep being closed so as soon as you opened them the bright light of the sun made you yell in pain, your head burns. You got out of bed, with shaky legs, warm feet coming in contact with the cold floor, and walked to your bathroom.

You looked normal. Your lazy eyes traveled all around your figure on the clean mirror; you had a mark on your neck, then other on your collar bones. That simple marks triggered your brain and you recognized how you and Hyunjin were making out on the pool.

You laughed at yourself, a shy blush taking over your fat cheeks… But then… Wicked memories of Hendery showed up in front of your eyes, like a tragic movie and your eyes got filled with tears.

Wait, how did you even get home? How did you end up with your pijama on?

You walked back to bed and were surprised to see your phone there, with a small green note from your dad: ‘it’s finally fixed, my dear. Dont get late to school, i love you, dad.’

Oh, wait… Its Thursday and you are home? You glanced nervously to your phone and checked the time, it passed the 11 am. Fuck, you overslept!

Quickly you typed a text to Hendery while sitting on the edge of the bed, asking if something was up, and what happened yesterday because everything was a blurred mess in your mind.

He explained everything, how he caught you making out with the smoker, to the big fight and the throwing up incident. He confessed he brought you home and he took care of you, making you sign relived.

You trust him.

After five minutes of debating if you should or not stay home, you end up staying and being your dad’s company. He gave you a lengthy and boring speech of how irresponsible you were, and you nodded every time, too busy with the images of Hyunjin touching your body to care.

The visions of his cold fingertips touching your body in the right ways, making you see stars in just a slip of seconds made your virgin body shiver in arousal. He knew your body so well, even though it was the first time he was touching you that intimate.

You were snoozing on the couch when loud ringing music was heard from the kitchen, and right after quick steps were audible inside the place. Your caring dad comes close to your sleepy frame and tells you:

“Baby, they finally caught the man that was robbing people in the supermarket after all this time, and they need more backup for the safety of the people that are inside the building… Please stay home, I’ll be out for a few hours. If you need anything call Hendery, he will take care of you, ok?” You nodded, too tired to worry and he kissed your forehead, walking out some minutes after, leaving you home alone.

When you were almost falling asleep again the bell rings, scaring you. You open your eyes, looking around and examining the windows in fear. Quietly and carefully you wander towards the entrance, only to see Hyunjin’s face on the peephole.

You open it, observing the brown haired boy smile at you in a different way than usual, making your heart melt. He had a plastic bag on his hand.

“Sun, are you home alone?” He asks walking inside your house, more worried than curious.

“My dad just left because of work…” You answer yawning. “Is everything alright? Why are you here?” You ask taking a careful look at the handsome man in front of you.

“I know yesterday wasn’t really good, and i figured out that maybe you needed some help, so i bought you the hungover soup and ice cream.” You look at him with surprised eyes.

“Why?” You simply ask, walking towards him.  Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t come to school… I knew you were hungover and needed some help from someone that has been in the same situation as you.” You rest your head on his shoulder, your nose brushing his neck as the normal scent of cigarettes and mint filled your nostrils. So familiar yet so cruel.

The truth is the images of you crying on your knees made his brain bring back all the images of his Mom screaming for his dad to come back. He started crying, the pain taking over him in a merciless way. He felt horrible for what he is doing to you, he has a reputation to keep.

If he doesn’t get attached to you, it won’t hurt him or you, so he can leave when he wants. He didn’t want to be like his dad…

“Lets get to the sofa and there i can eat  the soup you bought me.” You inform him, getting out of his firm arms.

You eat the heaven-sent remedy silently feeling your headache calm down and your body coming back to his normal state. After finishing, you and Hyumjin ended up cuddling on the comfortable sofa while watching Spiderman.

The atmosphere around you was relaxed, almost like he is your home, where you feel secure and guarded. Even if it is just for a moment, you are pleased to be his.

His legs were tangled with yours, his arm resting on your waist and his breathing hitting the back of your neck. But he didn’t care about the movie, not when you were wearing those short shorts, and a simple shirt, making his breath inch… His veiny hand traveled up on your sides, and he started to tickle you, fingers smoothly taking over your fragile frame.

His experienced digits rubbing the right stop under your arms, making your body move around and a loud laughs escape your red-ish lips, while you tried to get rid of his sneaky hands.

A certain spot made your body jump and you ended up falling on the ground, hitting your head, Hyunjin immediately stopped laughing.

“Outch…” You moaned in pain.“ This one hurts like hell.” You say in a whimper, trying not to cry.

The big man began to get worried. He immediately hovered you, his big frame almost hiding your body under his, and your only reaction was to blush, forgetting the sharp pain. He stared at your face, your full lips, your brown eyes, your squishy cheeks, your soft hair. His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled, you are so beautiful.

How could he even think of hurting you?

His body felt drunk. His brain was melted, his heart beating fast, his stomach felt turned upside down and his eyes were full with love.

He kissed you. His tender lips molding against yours perfectly, almost like they were made to each other. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you opened it, letting him slip inside, exploring your mouth with care as your hips started to move upwards, pressing against his.

He moaned, the hottest sound you have ever listened to and your whole body seemed like bring turned on like a simple light switch.

You bite his bottom lip right beside his sexy lip ring, smiling after. The rationable Hyunjin disappeared, the hot desire took over his body and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He needed you, right now.

He kissed you again hungrily, holding your face so wouldn’t run from him. He tapped the inside of your right thigh and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. With your body tangled with his, he sat down on the floor, his back against the sofa.

Hyunjin swore your strawberry lip balm was addicting and he wanted to taste you more and more every time.

Quickly the temperature raised all the way up, making both of the teens feel hot and all bothered from head to toe.

As your lips parted once again you lifted your head, letting him have access to your already marked neck, while your hands were gripping his soft hair. He was starved, his teeth biting and sucking your neck, leaving noticeable clues that he was there. When he licked the spot under your ear you moaned as your hips pressed harder against his, drawing a groan from him.

“Hyunjin…” You moaned pulling his mouth away from your sensitive neck. “Kiss me, please.”

“As you wish, Princess.” He smirks, your lips being shut up by his once again.

But it wasn’t enough of him, he needed more. His cold fingertips pulled your plain shirt over your head, surprised but not disappointed to find your chest nude for him, right in front of his hungry eyes.

You closed your soul windows, too embarrassed to look at him in the face, but he wasn’t having any of it and he curiously pulled your nipple with his fingers, watching your body shake from the stimulation.

“So responsive… so beautiful… You’re so perfect to me, princess…” He whispered before his lips came in contact with your nipple, licking it and flicking it as he knows you like, making you throw your head back and start grinding harder against him, feeling his own arousal in contact with yours.

As his mouth was busy taking over your attractive boobs, his hands gripped your ass. Oh man, he loves your ass, and he can’t wait to have you only for him: feel you cum around him, feel your body shake because of him, hear your whiny moans and make you, his.

A loud banging on the door scared both of you, and you tried to push his head away from your abused nipples but he didn’t let go, he craved you and didn’t want to stop just yet.

“Ignore it, princess. They will go away…” He moaned softly as his fingers dived now, inside your thick thighs, gripping them.

“HYUNJIN I KNOW YOU ARE INSIDE WITH SUN, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR ILL FUCKING BREAK IT SOMEHOW!” That voice, you know that voice… It’s Hendery.

You quickly get away from his addicting touches and search for your shirt, pulling it over your body again, as you ran to the door.

You couldn’t understand why but your hands started to shake as you turned the door handle, anxiety took over your body.

As you opened it a body was pushed inside,  falling on his knees, bloody hands and nose marking your floor, making you gasp.

“What the fu-” Hyunjin started confused, but didn’t finish because your best friend’s fist was hitting his face.

You took a look at the boy on the ground, Changbin was crying.

“Hendery, what is happening?” You ask, your breathing heavy and tears peaking at your eyes already.

“IF YOU WANTED TO HURT ME, YOU DIDNT NEED TO COME CLOSER TO HER YOU WEAK PIECE OF SHIT!” Hendery yelled once again, his fits didn’t see to stop hitting Hyunjins face.

You didn’t know your sweet best friend could turn to such a beast when he was mad, and that made you wonder that maybe, you didn’t know him that well.

“STOP HENDERY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Your body was trembling, your vision blurry, but you found a way and faced him. Getting between your best friend and your loved one, trying to protect both of them.

“ASK THIS LUNATIC WHAT HE WAS DONG! WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING HIM! HE WAS PLAYING YOU, KIM SUN! HE WAS USING YOU. ASK HIM!” Hendery yells close to your lips, and with salty tears, you turn around and face Hyunjin, his lip was bleeding, staining his lip ring and t-shirt.

“Jinnie…” You sob.

“DONT CALL ME THAT! IT WAS MY FAULT OK? I WAS USING YOU, HE IS TELLING THE TRUTH.” Hyunjin confesses angrily, avoiding your hurtfull gaze.

“It was the three of us… Minho wanted revenge for Hendery stealing the girl he wanted, so he asked Hyunjin to fuck you and then leave you, so Hendery would feel bad… He knows the feelings he has for you, and this was the only way he found to hurt him.” Changbin confesses yelling, his tears getting mixed with the blood that was dry under his nose.

You felt like dying, your heart was beating too fast and you fell on the floor on your knees, facing Hyunjin.

“So you were acting all this time…” You whisper to Hyunjin, his face was also bloody, nose and mouth dripping thick drops of blood because of Hendery. “You wanted to fuck me? And that is it? You were planning to leave after you TOOK MY VIRGINITY, HYUNJIN?” You sippled angrily.

“YES! I WOULD LEAVE YOU ALONE CRYING SO I DIDNT HAVE TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN!” He yelled with his lungs filled with air. “I WOULD LEAVE YOU SO I WOULDNT CATCH FEELING FOR YOU, OK? FUCK, SUNNY, I AM IN FUCKING LOVE WITH YOU. AFTER THE FIRST DAY OF THE BET I WANTED TO QUIT, I WANTED TO STOP IT AND NOT TALK TO YOU AGAIN BECAUSE YOUR SMILE WAS STUCK IN MY MIND AND I COULDN’T SLEEP BECAUSE OF YOU!” Hyunjin yelled with his eyes closed, the tears flowing down his eyes.

Its the truth, he fell for you. He fell for you in the most hurtful way, and he hates to feel attached to someone, even though he knew, you could take care of him and help him face his fears with you by his side.

“Hendery, how did you find this out?” You ask, getting closer to him, your fingers were almost touching his face when he pulled away from you, too broken to close to you.

“Changbin confessed everything..” His voice was visibly hurt. “Then i went to Minho’s house and beat him.”

You screamed in horror, he didn’t have to do this… This is all your fault…

“I broke his jaw, and he broke my nose.” Hendery narrates to you, his nose still bleeding nonstop. The feeling of guilt turning you blind.

There was silence for a whole minute. Changbin was quietly sobbing, his leg was aching so much that he is afraid that is broken. Hendery has his head thrown back, trying to stop the dark blood from falling from his nose. Hyunjin was on his knees, all curled up, face hidden in his bruised hands.

“This is-” You start, feeling your brain decline. “So, the four of you are hurt.” You whisper. “And its all because of me…” Your voice breaks, and you get up, your legs almost giving up.

“Where are you going?” Changbin asks, trying to get up to stop you from doing something stupid, but his leg ached and he fell on the floor in pain.

With shaky fingers, you opened your dad’s drawers, knowing exactly what you are looking for. Your sobs were loud, louder than Hyunjin’s heart, that was just a step away from exploding in guilt.

“It’s not your fault… Please calm down…” Hendery warns you.

“If i didn’t exist any of you would be hurt… Changbin, I’m sorry for  leaving you behind.” You recognize your actions, crying. You finally found the drawer, and with shaking fingers, you grabbed your dad’s gun. “I’m sorry for not loving you back Hendery, i wish i could, so you wouldn’t have dated Minho’s love and he wouldn’t want revenge.” You describe to Hendery, the gun resting against the side of your head. “Hyunjin, I’m sorry for being a creeper, you just… Seemed so lonely and hurt, i wanted to be there for you. I’m sorry for making you fall for me.” You confess the tears didn’t seem to stop flowing down your orbs, making your head hurt.

All the three boys had their eyes on you, even if they wanted to stop you they couldn’t. They were to shock to move.

“DO SOMETHING GUYS SHE IS GOING TO KILL HERSELF IN FRONT OF OUR EYES,” Changbin yells in pain, the salty tears fastly falling from his eyes, scared.

Hyunjin gets up, his legs failing him, and at the moment you were going to press the trigger your dad gets home.  He barely had time to look around and understand what was happening. But it takes him only one second to stare at the three boys, bleeding and crying, and then at you with his gun against your head, about to end your life. He runs after you, pushes Hyunjin away from you, and takes the gun away from your hands as you fall unconscious on his arms.

All this pressure made your heart stop beating and body faint. As your dad holds you unconscious in his arms, he hopes that you didn’t die because you were the only thing he had…

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A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3) | Book Review

by Sarah J. Maas

Synopsis

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's manoeuvrings and the invading king threatening to bring Prythian to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit – and one slip may spell doom not only for Feyre, but for her world as well. As war bears down upon them all, Feyre must decide who to trust amongst the dazzling and lethal High Lords – and hunt for allies in unexpected places.

Source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23766634-a-court-of-wings-and-ruin

Thoughts

You know when a book is SO good, emotions just overwhelm you as you take in the book’s content? You know when a book is SO good, you become utterly lost and empty upon finishing the book? You know when a book is SO good, the book does not only reach your high expectations but exceed it? A Court of Wings and Ruin is that said good book.

I was afraid to go into this book because A Court of Mist and Fury gave me such unrealistic high expectations, I really did not want to be disappointed (not even a tiny bit) by this book. Which was why it took me a while to pick this up. I can only say, I am glad I did not let my skepticism put off me picking this book up for too long.

If it’s not obvious enough, I LOVE A Court of Wings and Ruin.

Plot (storyline, writing style, and flow of story etc.)

I lowkey had to pause writing this review for a day to collect all my thoughts. And if this does not further emphasise my point that A Court of Wings and Ruin is one of best out there, I don’t know what does. With that down, let’s proceed shall we?

Considering A Court of Wings and Ruin is the “last” book for this part of the story, there really is not need for anymore character building and whatnot. The book mainly focused on the politics of this fantastic fantasy world, Prythian, and the preparation for the war against Hybern.

I did wonder myself if it was wise to have such a thick book circling around the war. Having read many books with wars or battles in them, some authors really screwed their books up because they tended to go on and on, tended to build the hype around this big battle. Yet when it happened, the battle is finished within a blink of an eye (in this case, perhaps a chapter). Fortunately, Maas is an expert. She built so much hype around the battle and it did not disappoint at all, not even a tiny bit. You want action, there was plenty. You want magic, more than half of it was magic. You want romance, oh, there was. You want emotions, the entire battle scene overwhelmed me with all sorts of feelings. There really is nothing bad for me to talk about in terms of the entire storyline for A Court of Wings and Ruin.

Which brings me to the flow of the story. I really do not know what magic Maas has because this book kept me on edge the entire time I was reading it. It did not flash through nor was it working through the book with a snail’s pace. Let me repeat this once more, the book circles around politics, preparation for the war and the war itself. One would think Maas would beat around the bush and slow down the entire story so as to make the book such a thick one. Yet NO, none of that happened whatsoever.

I cannot stress this enough. Sarah J. Maas is a genius writer.

Characters

Initially, I really contemplated whether to review the characters or not. I love so many of them, hate a couple but at the end of the day, I have so much to say about majority of characters in this book. But, I am going to try to keep this short and sweet if I am indeed planning to review most of said characters.

If you had read this review up to this point, I believe you would have scanned through an earlier statement made by me. I know I said there really was no need for anymore character building. When I said that, I was referring to the main characters of this series. However, what surprised me was the big roles the other High Lords played in A Court of Wings and Ruin. Apart from Tamlin, Beron and Tarquin, we really did not see much of the other High Lords until this book. Yet Maas was able to bring in Kallias, Thesan and Helion without so much as stumbling with their character development. Needless to say, I fell for Helion immediately, even before he shed his mask. You know what? Not only that, Viviane’s character was such a pleasant addition too. How does Maas do it? I have absolutely no idea.

Okay, there is one character I really wanted to talk about: Tamlin. Back in A Court of Thorns and Roses, I liked him despite his attitude problem. Then in A Court of Mist and Fury, I was so frustrated with him. However, I must say, I never actually hated Tamlin. I do not like his temper but I understand where his temper comes from. Just remember, Tamlin was not meant to be High Lord of the Spring Court, he was never prepped for it. He had family issue and a lack of friends. The Amarantha curse problem was brought down on all of them because of him. For that, I can oversee his anger. What kind of annoyed me was that Feyre made him out into the worst villain out there. Tamlin and his dead family murdered Rhysand’s mother and sister but Rhysand still believed Tamlin. Feyre on the other hand, she just judged Tamlin on all his worst qualities. Don’t get me wrong, I love Feyre and Rhysand together but let’s not forget Feyre GHOSTED Tamlin after everything they had been through. Sure, Tamlin was not empathetic with Feyre when she was suffering from PTSD but it was like Feyre did not realise Tamlin had to fight his own demons too. Feyre broke Tamlin’s heart (which led to making the wrong mistake of allying with Hybern), ruined his entire court and took his best friend away from him too. Yet with all that, Tamlin still saved Feyre (along with Azriel, Elain and Briar) and helped her revive Rhysand. I think he deserves more than what he got from Feyre.

Next on my list: Lucien. I am going to keep this shorter than Tamlin’s bit. How is he so f***ing under appreciated? I loved that Feyre hugged him like a friend would at the end of the book. I liked that the Inner Circle listened to his inputs and would ask him what he thought about their plans. But Maas did him dirty. Lucien can be so much more. He is beautiful, intelligent, humble, kind and a skilled fighter. Yet he was off finding Vassa because he was not essential among the Inner Circle. He was mated to Elain, everybody knew it but he stepped back because he was empathetic like that. Many want Azriel with Elain but you know what I am seeing? I see Azriel and Elain as close friends. And I want the Lucien-Elain mating bond to click in place already.

Finally, last on my list: Eris Vanserra. I don’t know how I never truly hated him, even before we saw a sliver of his true personality. Some of the things he had done were absolutely cruel. But Eris (a bit like Tamlin) is a true cinnamon roll there. I want to keep this part short because this review is long enough but I see Eris, I see why he is who he is today and I do not hate him. In fact, I like that bad guy.

There’s so much more Maas can do to so many of her overlooked characters and I will be looking forward to it in her next three/four books.

Conclusion

Yes, I am a little annoyed at Maas for her negligence on some characters. However, that does not mean she is not a genius writer. And I am definitely still in love with A Court of Wings and Ruin. It had been two/three days now that I finished the book but I am still replaying what I read, scene by scene. How is that not a good book, right?

Rating: 5/5

PS: This review is dedicated to the magnificent monsters in A Court of Wings and Ruin. To the Suriel, your death made me tear up. To the Bone Carver, it was a bittersweet moment for me but I am happy you finally get to go to the place you are oh so curious about. To Stryga, the Weaver, you annihilated that bitch Ianthe and cleared a path for some of our heroes, ultimately, you died a hero. To Bryaxis, my dear, my beautiful adorable dear, where are you enjoying life at right now?

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The Eternal Pursuit of Emptiness

There I stood on top of the butte, with the closest of my people, and we humbly looked out over the sprawling desert. The landscape was like pieces of thrown pottery in fantastic and misshapen forms - rich shades of terra cotta, crimson and rust, and obviously, tears couldn’t help but fall, blazing small trails through the dust on my face. I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was. 

I was able to see this fraction of the kaleidoscope of nature. 

To be away with some of my favorite humans while I got to safely leave my absolute dearest ones at home with their grandparents. 

And I soaked in that dry west wind, whipping around us in warm gusts like ocean waves, leaves, and racing thoughts. 

My favorite three: 

1.) I call him my favorite. The man whose ring I wear, the father of my children, he yins my yang, tickles my brain and sometimes, when the timing is just right and we aren’t too tired, it isn’t too late or there isn’t something competing for our time on Netflix, we’ll occasionally play a round of some Chesterfield Rugby (PS - I just did a bit of a dive on some innuendos and my goodness. That is a really fun use of time. I can’t even write some of these but I am literally laughing right now. My mom reads this, you guys. And while I’ve [maybe?] worn her down a little on the curse words, I can’t go all in with the crass. 

Okay, fine. Just one: Harpooning the salty longshoreman. 

Fine, two: Nurtling. (I have no idea.) 

But I also feel it is unfair to not share Taking Grandma to Applebee’s? 

I’ve gotten off topic.

My other two loves on this trip are 

2.) My best girlfriend who I have had the honor of watching go through some of the best and absolute saddest experiences that I have humbly witnessed a human endure. And she navigated it all, and continues to go through life with a steadiness, focus, and motivation that is inspiring, still and sparkling. She has helped me move apartments, paint new walls when we moved into our first house, and paint the baseboards of those same walls on her morning off when we were selling that same house. She is fiercely dependable, loyal, she is the best damn person to travel with as she is equal parts responsible, adventurous and is a Type-A likes to research and plan things kind of gal where I’m more of the Type-B, let’s just dive in and see how we land type. We once held hands and jumped off the neighbors high dive on their dock on a girls lake trip very late one night. We’ve been to countless shows together. Gotten tattoos together. She’s one of the first people to hold my babies after they have been born and I can always count on her to order dessert. Her closet is the kind people pine after and she makes the best damn chocolate chip cookie you’ve ever eaten. She’s also married to my third person. 

3.) He is silly and kind and we have a podcast that we will some day launch, divulging our joint fascination with spooky things that make us light up and nervous laugh and open another beer as he tries to convince me that Yeti’s exist while I try to convince him to sing in church. We once started the idea of a band called “The Huggers and the Cryers” after drinking too much brandy on one of the very few New Years Eve’s that I was neither pregnant nor nursing a baby. Because he and I hug easily and love to cry. 

And don’t worry, I was back at babying the following year. Did you think I was going to go over 2 years and not have another boy? (Spoiler alert - NOT ANY MORE!!! And like, really for real, real. Grateful for IUD’s (and Steve’s eventual vasectomy) and for the four hilarious, adorable, wild, curious, loving and messy pups that we have now. 

But we have to stop. 

It’s like animal print. 

You have to find that fine balance between tasteful and too much. And unfortunately, a lot of times, a person doesn’t realize it is too much animal print, but everyone else does. This is my way of inviting an intervention if you see me starting to itch in the next few months. This is usually when we start Playing with the Box the Kid Came In (you guys, there are so damn many) so, you all have a responsibility, okay? Okay!

I have 100% gotten off topic.

Anyways.

The four of us did a smaller, summit hike on our last morning in Sedona this past month. (All of the couples of our closest tribe were invited to [crash] another couple’s 10-year anniversary trip. Three of us couples were able to swing it. And it was glorious. And very, very dry. And responsibly alcoholy.) 

So I was sitting near the edge of this butte and allowed myself to absorb the moment and then a vision came to me. (Yes, God gives me visions at times. And I also hear God at others. And I know how this makes me sound, and I have also quit caring because I believe if you are blessed enough to experience gifts like these, then you should be brave enough to admit it.) And in my minds’ eye, I saw a big teardrop shape, that was beautifully empty. 

Clear. Serene. Vacant.

And I exhaled and prayed and breathed deeply. I knew what God was telling me. That empty teardrop was empty of all worldly possessions and distractions, and in their absence, full and content. It was God in me. And I saw how I try to fill this tear drop with *all the things*; New siding, new shirts, new speakers and shoes, and magazines and schedules and technology and sports teams and equipment for sports teams and how these things pile on each other - at times inadvertently and other times compulsively and intentionally - and they become the main focus of my mind and my heart until they fill up and pile into this precious teardrop and the only part of the emptiness left is the space between all of the things.

The only part that is open and available for God, for contentment, or peace, is the space between.

The remainder.

And it is jagged and small and inconsistent.

Ironically, I try to complete my life with the things that I think make me happy, fulfilled and satisfied. Yet they are the exact things that end up taking away time, space and energy from the peace and contentment that is only truly felt when there is the empty space and quiet to focus on God.

So I exhaled and released it all. 

And I felt these earthly desires disappear and dissipate as I reclaimed that space, my sacred emptiness, that is so important to me. That is so important to God. And it was so easy, there on top of the warm rocks, accompanied by cactuses and bushes and my people and vortexes.

It is not easy, however, to empty myself in real life.

I tend to equate emptiness with negativity. 

Void of love, experience, calories, energy, connection.

But this spiritual cleansing is what I have needed for so long, and I forget to prioritize it. To protect it. 

This is the emptiness that allows space for *just being*. Breathing. For feeling God’s presence and consequently, the lack of desire for all of the other things that I constantly seek to fill that emptiness. 

A hollow holiness.

An exhale.

In church on Sunday our pastor spoke of spiritual vulnerability and the importance of confession. 

Ho.ly. Shit.

Where does one start?

Selfishness - in my marriage, in my relationships, with my time, with my children, with our money, with friendships, with my food and drink even. 

Materialism - wanting and focusing on all of the tangible, unimportant *things* of the world like new light fixtures, workout clothing, wall paper, throw pillows, hats, patio furniture, the perfect summer jean, the perfect front door mat, more peel and stick wallpaper, vacuums, planters, kids clothing, kids shoes, running shoes, house shoes, *let’s get some shoes*, drapes, ceiling fans, office chairs, boujee hand soaps, expensive skin care, swim suits & pianos. 

Gossip - Why is this so tempting??? I really try not to. I don’t really think I do. Much. And gossip isn’t like what it was when we were in middle or high school. But how tempting is it when there is a conversation about the neighborhood happening and you have hot insider information on why there isn’t a sidewalk on the neighboring street? How does one just go about their day and not share this with the person ringing up their fro-yo? I did not. Yet. Likely.

Lack of faith - Why does God keep expecting me to use faith if we both know I have it and used it last year?

Hypocrisy - Vomit. Where do we begin? Ughhkckhgh.

I would rather listen to podcasts about murder than the bible or deepening my faith. 

I focus way too much on my body and physical appearance.

I focus too much on how I want everybody to like me and if I feel like someone isn’t a Kiley-person, I obsess over it and get weird and needy and in my head and I shouldn’t really care if this person four rings out of my circle really cares about me and finds me kind, selfless and charming. But hopefully she thinks I’m a good dresser? *I AM ROLLING MY OWN EYES SO HARD RIGHT NOW*

I focus way too much on money and how we don’t have *enough-ish* even though we absolutely, 100% do have enough (non-ish) and will I ever be content and secure in this area?

I focus on what other people are doing with their time, money, lives and am left feeling jealous, angry and exhausted.

I focus on all of the things that take up residency in my teardrop, and I pray for God to take them away. For God to please forgive me for putting so much energy toward the unimportant instead of focusing the things God really wants for me:

Love. 

Self Acceptance.

Peace. 

Creativity. 

Meaningful relationships.

Connection with the divine.

Connection with my children.

More God.

Less stuff.

Less stress.

Emptiness. 

Contentment.

Enlightenment.

*Someone spent some time in the desert, can you tell?*

So I confess all of these things, yet again, to God, and to you all. And I pray that God will help me remember my desire for emptiness. To remember the importance, the value and treasure of emptying myself so I can fill it up with God’s love. With contentment. With peace.

So I can have extra time and energy to focus on the important things.

Like the eternal pursuit of emptiness.

Or for my husband and I to get to know each other better. In the biblical sense.

A terrifying and beautiful hike that sealed friendships in gold and red rock dust. We followed this 3-4 hour hike with breakfast and beers at a local, hole in the wall diner and it was my favorite meal of the entire weekend. And cheapest. I JUST REMEMBERED I HAVEN’T UNPACKED MY CRYSTALS YET!!!

Here’s my people. The hubs, and best friends Nicole & Brian. I don’t care if they don’t want their names shared. We have a constant google calendar invite to go to visit Big Sur every fall. We just keep putting it off but it makes me smile when I have to go to October in my calendar and book something.:) Some day.

I did yoga on the top of this thing like a gosh damn stereotypical basic B. But it was wonderful. But I also felt if I looked up during any balancing poses I would fall over, roll off the top and die. So I decided to look down a live. I’m a mom now so I make different decisions than I used to. 

This is just an awesome photo of summer. This was a couple weekends ago. We live down the street from the guy who used to be our entertainment lawyer for our old band. Now we have playdates on Friday nights and order pizza and drink craft beefs and our kids play together. And it’s awesome.

And this is just Keps eating pizza while getting wet from the general mist of the hose and water fights going on around him. I love this photo so much.

Surfs up, friends.

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First Time The Charmer? (REQUEST: KBTBB Headcanon Smut- Virginity alert)

Anonymous said: Hello! I love your writing so much!! Could I have a first time/bidders (+ Shuichi, Luke and Hikaru) having sex with a virgin if your not busy atm please? Thank you so much!

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Fandom: Kissed By The Baddest Bidder Category: Smut Character: Shuichi, Luke and Hikaru Notes: Whether it’s fantasy or reality, a stranger or someone close, make sure it’s consensual and your wishes are respected. Protection at all times, I’d recommend but meh.

PS am taking much longer to do requests these days, doesn’t mean I have forgotten them, lack of motivation- yes but not forgotten if I haven’t said no to your request, of course.

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Hikaru

“I’ve seen you eyeballing me before,” he teases. You blush further as he leans in. “What is it? You can tell me or am I coming on too strong? I thought you like man this way.”

“…I … do.” You somehow manage to utter, and a grin spreads across his face. “Strong yet gentle.” Raising his eyebrows slightly, Hikaru inhales deeply then blows his hot breath into your ear, “So you want to take you, here, now?” “Yes.” You could have nodded but a clean confession seems to satisfy the two of you though you secretly wish your voice hasn’t come out sounding so unattractively shy. He looks so confident and experience, it’d totally ruin the mood if he knows you’ve no clue what you’re supposed to be doing. “I will take good care of you.” Testing a hand on your shoulder, he whispers and you’re almost embarrassed by the jolt of arousal that you get from such a simple gesture. Feeling yourself growing warm all over, it’s getting harder to breathe, to speak your mind or to simply focus. All you see is his seductive lips that are so close to yours while you mumble in response to whatever he seems to be asking. “Relax.” The tone of his voice changes from excitement to tenderness, his lips slowly seal yours with his hand traveling down your back until he gives your butt a firm squeeze. You squeal into the kiss and he laughs, pulling back. “I’ve been wanting to touch that for a while now.” You take a deep breath before you come out and say, “I want you.” Your face must be as red as a tomato but Hikaru seems to love how blunt and honest you are. “Good!” That’s all he says as he swiftly spins you around, facing away from him, sliding a hand up under your shirt and begin groping you over your bra. You gasp at his touch, shivers of pleasure sending right down your spine, though it’s nothing compare to how it feels when he reaches beneath the bra to tease one of your nipples. “You like it?” Finally, he speaks again. “Hmmm…” You breathe, squirming under his touch. It doesn’t long to be stripped by and you feel shy all over again, especially after his compliment. “You’re gorgeous.” He says then plants a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbones while toying with your nipples. You whimper at the sudden touch between your thighs and he murmurs, “You’re so wet already.” He nibbles your neck and you shiver and when his digits enter, you nearly melt. It is your first time and it all honesty, you never dare to imagine it to feel this good. From what you’ve heard or seen on TV, it’s supposed to hurt. Perhaps it’s the right decision to go with Hikaru, he seems to know exactly what he’s doing. Though all other bidders must be well experienced too, you couldn’t live with the shame of being teased to no end with Ota or Eisuke who thinks he’s doing you a favor. The mysterious and bad boy vibe yet sweet at heart Hikaru seems perfect, at least your body thinks so. Giving yourself over completely to pleasure as he takes your nipple between his lips and rolls his tongue around and over it, hooking his finger inside of your core. All you’d is leaning your head back and moan, again and again. Lifting one leg up, Hikaru brushes his tip over your entrance briefly before entering carefully. His thoughtful move has suggested that he “knows” yet never says a word to tease or worry you, it isn’t until your “okay” to ensure him that you’re ready for him to pick up his pace. You’re a bit surprised at how vocal he is but each time he moans, it turns you on more until you’ve both reached climax. You’d tell he deliberately slows down few times so he’d wait and come together, you’re fast asleep after a quick and sloppy kiss on his cheek. You want to thank him and watch him sleep or possibly try another round but your eyelids wouldn’t open. Relaxing into his warm embrace, you vaguely feel his warm lips kissing your arms with his hands still stroking your inner thighs. “You’ve no idea what you do to me, ________.”

Shuichi

He has once again snuck into your head, except this time it’s a daydream about him wearing nothing, damn that nudist! You walk into his office to clean, expecting it to be empty yet when you open the door to see Shuichi with his head thrown back and moaning. The only words you could make out is your own name and oh fuck, and yes ______! Reaching up without thinking, you touch yourself gently, imagining the warmth of his hands on your breasts. You let out a soft whimper, hoping he won’t hear you, not yet. The sight of him getting harder and bigger makes you hot and wet at the same time. With one hand slipping down, you nervously moan out his name. “Hmmmm Shui….chi…” As soon as the sound is made, the ambassador spins around in shock to see you with lust and desires burning in your eyes. In attempt to even his breath, he gestures you to come closer. “You know there is no one here,” he says slyly.

You nod, no words can be formed from your brain, all you want now is him. Moaning his name, that’s the only sound you wish to make. To feel him, to be squirming underneath him, to be wanted, craved and devoured by Shuichi Hishikura. Possessed. You soon find yourself kneeling down, facing the impressive and hardening manhood that you’ve been dreaming. One lick, one small taste isn’t enough, you could never get enough of him. Addicted.

You start to suck his cock like your dear life depends on it.

“I didn’t know you’re so savage,” he says in between every couple words he would groan. “Such naughty girl.” Pulling away, Shuichi lifts your chin up and leads you to his bed. Both hands pinned, you feel his lips brush against your skin, shivering uncontrollably from bliss. “Shuichi… I am…,” You pause and wait with nervous anticipation while he unbuttons you slowly, watching your reaction like a hawk. He starts at your breasts then leans closer and nips your nipples. “Want more?” He teases,  playing with your perfectly round ass. “Yes!” With your back arch and fists clenched, you almost beg him to take you. The moist in your panties indicates you’re ready, with one last kiss and whisper to your ear the man of your dream enters you. Your scream in pleasure has him on hold, “Were… you…  a virgin?” Shuichi asks worriedly. “Yes.” You whimper, getting used to his size and the rush of pain you’ve just endured. “I’ll feel better if you…. start moving.” Gently stroking your inner thighs, he lifts them up and wraps your legs around his hips. As soon as the pain is replaced by bliss, you scream and dig your nails into him. “Fuck! Faster!” Time has stood still and you could never get tired of watching Shuichi in beast mode. The groans he makes with his eyes darken in absolute control, you have no idea how the first time should be. Although you haven’t come but this forbidden side of him is just alluring and intoxicating. “Now that I’ve come, let’s focus on making you feel good. It’s going to be the best experience ever.”  He says in such gentle tone that you couldn’t believe it exists, leaning close again Shuichi seals your lips before diving down and delivers his promise.

You have so much to learn and it looks like you are in very good hands.

Luke 

“Really? You have never wondered about him? Just what kind of creepy or funny lover he might be? Or how he’d be in bed? He’s so unique after all?" 

Given how straightforward and inappropriate the bidders can be, you’re still a little surprised at Ota’s drunken questions. Why would he ask something like that? Has he thought about the doctor this way? Whatever the reasons, the idea has now been stuck in your mind for days and feeling rather bold, you decide to pay him a visit. The dazzling blue eyes of Dr. Foster’s and his dark circles are really not the best fit nonetheless he’s still a very handsome man. Your heart skips a bit at the sight- he’s shirtless. "Oh, do we have an appointment?” Convincing yourself not to back down, you force the words out of your quivering lips. “Ummm, I … I need some medical advice” You slowly begin, cursing Ota in your head for planting the seed. “It’s… embarrassing but umm I need someone to look at me.” “Why is it embarrassing to look at you? You are perfect, beautiful bone structures!” He says with excitement that you can’t determine as a good or bad sign, especially for what you’re about to suggest next. “Umm to look at me… down there.” You explain quietly with your head lowered but still able to see his reaction. His eyes meet yours before quickly looking away, the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks is absolutely adorable. Despite admiring his still half-naked body, you manage to keep cool and unfazed. With a simple nod and okay, Luke puts on his white doctor coat (without putting a shirt on) and leads you to the examination table. The thought of other patients lying on the very same table gives you chill and frankly very unsexy but the feeling of Luke’s cold fingers on your thighs is enough to turn the table. “Relax,” He says, spreading your legs wide apart and that’s when you see that he hasn’t worn any gloves. Does this mean he gets the hint and not seriously treating this as a normal checkup or is he somehow lost in his own little world again? You would really have to stop overthinking but you want to know what’s inside his mind, does he find you attractive? Is he as nervous as you are? Could he hear the sound of your pounding heart? “I’m not good with people in general, girls in particular but you are always nice to me.” Luke says softly with his hands now resting on your other set of lips, the anticipation is burning you up as his attention moves slowly upwards to your chest. (Or is it your collarbones?) You have picked a simple white dress that shows off your figure as well as super easy to slip off. Taking this as a hint of being interested, you push further. “It feels funny down there, maybe I hurt myself a little while having fun?” “Oh, do you mean when you…take care of…yourself?” The doctor asks, intrigued. You struggle to come out with a yes after clearing your throat, instead, you nod, finally begin to regret of coming here and spreading your legs to the hot doctor like a fool and trying to seek his attention. Luke is Luke, he isn’t into anyone or anything but his medical journals. Sure, he has sucked and nibbles your neck and your collarbones during his exhausted state but it’s more about his special kink rather than having feelings for you. “How did you …. play with yourself?” He sounds calm and collected but his slight sweat on his hands is giving him away, yet his eyes widened with a glint that you’ve never seen before. “With shower head,” Looking sideways, you couldn’t meet his gazes, not when you tell him who’s been occupying your mind. “while I think of you, your delicate fingers brushing my bare skin, kissing my every inch…” Once you’ve started, the story just tells itself though you still couldn’t find the courage to meet his eyes, perhaps never will. “That’s fine.” You’d hear him mumbling vaguely, his hands back to work and you soon feel one of his fingers inside, causing you to tense up and gripping the edge of bed tightly. You almost scream when you feel his tongue flick against your sex, looking down you see the sexy blonde has buried his pretty face between your legs. Your whimper has distracted him and forced to meet his eyes as he lifts his head up with your traces of desires glistering on his very kissable lips. “Are you a virgin?” Suddenly, you remind yourself to look cool, unaffected. You nod. Panicking on the inside if the fact of being one would change anything, does he not like first timer? Is he turned off? Should you have done it with someone else before approaching him? What are you doing, coming here and throwing yourself at someone who you’ve no clue if he’s interested in you or not?! Without answering, Luke shifts closer and dives back down with the bottom edge of his nose knocking against your clit, sliding two fingers inside easily. Your breathing increase, following his pace while you drown in pleasure. You’ve seen it in porn but there’s nothing quite like it, playing with yourself is easy and quick but this new sensation is unpredictable. The feeling of his warmth coating and invading your most private part, the urge of wanting more than his slender fingers thrusting in and out of your needy core. This is beyond good, being devoured by a person you’re familiar with yet not close enough for it to be awkward. Cupping Luke’s ears with both hands, you pull him closer and risking the chance to suffocate him. “Luke!” You throw your head back, “I’m…… Hmmmm the spot… right there….. Ahhhhh….Yes yes yes yes!!!” Your moaning turns into screaming as your walls squeeze his fingers, your thighs tighten impossibly strong around his head before relaxing and falling back onto the narrowed bed. He continues to leisurely move his fingers inside as you come down from your high, a satisfying smile spread across his blushed face. “Are you sure?” He asks, exhaling heavily. “I’m a stranger.” “No you’re not!” You sit up, hooking your hands around his neck and connect your lips. Tasting yourself is something new too and the sweetness of your own juice mixing with his saliva makes you dizzy, craving him further. “I fancy you, Luke. I have to hide it since I don’t know how you feel plus you know them, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Deepening the kiss as response, the blonde lifts you up with his hands on your ass and heads towards his desk. “But are you sure you want to do it here? Not on a bed or a nicer atmosphere?” Planting a light kiss on his forehead, you gently stroke his bangs, “Anywhere with you is perfect, Luke.” “It’s not fair to say such cute things. I wanted to take it slow and be gentle for your first time.” “It’s okay, I can take it rough too.” “Good,” Luke grins, “now, I need to find some condoms and energy drinks, we will be occupied all day long.”

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[getalittlecountry]

First Time Again (11)

Well if anyone is still reading this I’ve got a few chapters done in the last few weeks and I have to say it might be pulling teeth to write, but I like where this is going.... every time i try to write my newest original piece I come back to this story.

PS I’ve also recently started watching Outlander and I’m obsessed. Like I want my very own Jamie Fraser obsessed

Previous Chapters 

Chapter 11

I woke up and something was tickling me. I flinched before I realized that it was a finger running across my skin. My eyes darted open, the room was still dark. Cassian's brown eyes were open and he was watching me sleep. My heart soared as I took in the fact that he was awake, that he was breathing and he was here with me. His calm still couldn't reach me, but he was awake.

"Cass," my voice broke as I sat up and debated between hugging him and strangling him. My hands shook, "Cassian don't you ever scare me like that again."

He laughed as I made my decision and wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. I pressed a kiss against his shoulder, as I felt him take in a deep breath. Both our bodies sighed with relief as they found each other. It was slow and a little painful. Not as bad as the withdrawals we had suffered in the beginning, but it was enough to make me wince.

“I thought.. I thought I lost you,” my voice broke as I held on tighter, “I couldn’t begin to imagine a life without you. Because you were selfish and stepped in front of me. I can’t,” I pulled back and placed my hand on his bruised cheek, “I… you promised me a life together, that we fight together.”

I couldn’t get those three little words out, not yet. Because I wasn’t telling him the whole truth. Because I was scolding him for the same thing I was thinking about doing myself. Still I held his gaze as his thumb brushed against the corner of my lips and his dimples pushed out as he offered me a small smile.

"I will always protect you," he whispered softly, "I would do it again, even though it hurts like hell."

I shook my head, "I told you we take care of each other, Cass. I can't. God I thought I lost you. And that hurt more than anything, it scared me so badly. I just got you back."

His big hands came to frame my face and my babbling stopped as his eyes met mine, "Nesta I love you. And I will always, always put your life before mine. Because you are my mate, my soul given life. I'm sorry I scared you okay?”

My body went stiff as he said those words. We hadn’t told each other how we felt, not yet anyways. I knew I loved him, hell I had told Lucien as much last night. But I was still taken back by him saying it with such casual flare, as if it was common knowledge. I let out a breath, my finger pressing against his lips and stopping whatever else he was about to say.

“You love me,” I whispered softly.

He smiled, realizing what had just happened, “yeah. I’ve wanted to tell you so many times, but I didn’t want to scare you. But I do. I love you Nesta Acheron. So much it might one day kill me. And I will always, always put your life before mine.”

I shook my head, “no Cassian. If we go we go together," I whispered softly, leaning in and pressing my forehead to his, "because I love you too. And I'm just as selfish."

He laughed slightly which turned into a grunt from the pain. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, "okay. It's a deal, my love."

He winced again as I pulled away, "do you need anything? I can get your uncle he said he could find some pain medicine. Helion and Beron left after I fell asleep, but I’m sure they can come back if you need something I can’t get.”

"No," he pulled me back, "don't find him. You're the only pain medicine I need."

I blushed as he leaned in and kissed me softly. I smiled into the kiss, sighing happily as he pulled away. I snuggled into his side, his arm around me without me having to keep it there now. I closed my eyes, tired because I hadn’t actually slept last night. I had been too worried about him to sleep. I tossed and turned, wondering if I had hurt him, if he was going to wake up.

I pressed my hand against Cassian's chest, feeling his heart beat underneath my hand as well as inside my own chest, "are you sure you're okay? Because you looked horrible, Cass and I could barely feel your heart."

He smiled. That crooked smile that pushed in his dimple, his dark hair cascading around his beautiful face. He looked at me through his dark lashes and pulled my hand away from his chest. He pressed his lips to my palm and then guided it back down to where it had been. He pressed my hand, with his over it, back over his heart.

"My heart is still right here beside yours," his voice was soft, hoarse from disuse, "you won't lose me, ever Nesta. I am yours and you are mine."

"But the curse. Lucien," I stopped as Cassian shook his head.

"My uncle knows the past, what happened before. But this is ours, this moment, this life is ours to change. I won't let the shadows take you. And I will never let Tomas touch you."

I nodded slowly, biting my lip, "do you remember... where you were? Did you see things?"

He shook his head, "no. My body was just burning from the gash and the world was hazy. But when you held my hand, when you curled up beside me, the pain stopped. You saved me, Nessa."

I leaned in and kissed his lips, "I will always save you."

He grunted as I moved, "did I hurt you? I'm sorry," I started to pull away but Cassian held me tighter. He shook his head, his lips grazing the top of my head.

"I will endure this pain any day, as long as it means you're here, beside me. I felt you worrying, when I woke up. I felt you scared and alone because you thought I wouldn't make it through the night. I can bare my own pain, but I cannot bare knowing that I caused you pain, Nessa. You're my heart, my soul."

I wiped away a tear, "but you're awake and you're okay. Let's just. Move on."

I swallowed the words of his uncle, afraid speaking them would make us both even more upset. I wanted him to get better. I would tell him about the curse, my feelings, and the promise I made his uncle give me, when the time was right. I closed my eyes again, trying not think too hard about everything Lucien had said last night.

We sat together in the bed and then Cassian let out a long breath. I looked up and found him staring at me, as if I had been the one who almost bled to death last night. I ran my finger over the cloth on his chest, wondering what the scar would look like. I pressed a kiss to his warm skin once again and then Cassian’s hand went down to my hips and squeezed it gently.

"I um. Was going to surprise you with this yesterday, after you were done at work,” he whispered as he pushed himself out of the bed. “But obviously things didn’t go as planned.”

"Cassian you can do this later. Lay back down, it's barely morning."

He flashed me a smile, "I want to do it now. I feel fine Nesta. There's just a big scratch on my stomach. And the longer you keep touching me, the better I feel.”

"You nearly bled out," I sat up on my knees as he pulled a guitar out from his closet, "I would say that it's more than a scratch."

He shrugged, sitting down in the chair he pulled over from his desk. I sighed, knowing he was going to do what he wanted, and sat up completely. I pulled his shirt down, his eyes going up and down, taking in the fact that I was wearing his clothes. I blushed slightly.

“Your uncle gave me these when I got a shower,” I whispered softly, “I um. Stop staring at me like that.”

“You look adorable in my clothes,” he said softly as he tuned the guitar he had picked up. He bit his lip, which made me blush more. It was as if he had never been injured last night, the way he was staring at me, the way he was moving without a single problem. Maybe he was healed, maybe sleeping beside me had really healed him more than we knew it would.

Cassian smiled again as I looked down, pushing my hair behind my ear. I had never felt so flustered, so nervous around Cassian before. This was the boy I had known since we were kids. And yet the way he was staring at me stirred butterflies up in my stomach. I took in a breath as he strummed a few chords and then started to play.

My mouth fell open once the melody began. I recognized it right away, he was playing the first song we ever danced to. I shook my head as my heart hammered inside my chest. Tears filled my eyes as he started to sing. He had such a beautiful voice, deep and rich, smooth as honey.

"When your legs don't work like they used to before. And I can sweep you off of your feet. Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheek? Darling I will be loving you, till we're seventy..."

I wiped away a tear as I took in a breath. I started to sing with him, "I'm thinking bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways.. maybe just the touch of a hand. Well me I fall in love with you every single day. I just want to tell you I am..."

He sang the rest of the song, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers played the notes easily. He never told me he played the guitar, he never told me he could sing. I never read it either. Maybe he could still surprise me. I shook my head, every single piece of my heart here in this moment bursting at the seams for him.

"Cass," I whispered as he finished, setting the guitar down. He crawled back into the bed, his body covering mine.

I arched my back and kissed him, my hands framing his face. His long hair was unbound, hanging down and tickling my shoulders as he lowered his chest closer to mine. I pushed my entire being into that kiss, to show him what he almost lost. To let him know that my entire heart and my entire soul belonged to him. That what I went through last night, I never wanted to go through again. I never wanted to be so close to losing him, I never wanted to be away from him.

We were both gasping for air as he pulled away. He kissed my cheek, the corner of my mouth. His brown eyes were dark and rich as he caught my eyes and held them with his gaze. He took in a deep breath and ran his finger across my collar bone. I shivered as he touched me.

"I love you Nesta. I have ever since we were kids. You're my heart, my soul. And if I die protecting you then it will be a happy death. Because as long as you live, then so do I."

"Cassian," my voice broke as I shook my head, "I love you too. And I don't want to live without you. You promised me a future, a life together. It's you and me now. Don't sacrifice yourself for me. Because a life without you isn't a life at all."

Tears filled his eyes and he sighed, leaning his forehead against mine. His big arms strained to keep his weight off of me. I kissed him again, pushing my entire body into it. I had never been so in love with someone, so taken and completely at a loss for words, as I was in this moment.

He was my heart, my soul, my life. Where he ended I began. I ran my hand along the tattoo on his chest, his heart skipping a beat as I touched him.

"I would love to finish this," I whispered, his hand pulling at his shirt that covered me. His fingers snuck under the hem and brushed against my stomach, "but you need to rest."

He stuck his bottom lip out, my breath catching as his fingers brushed my chest, "I'm fine."

"Cassian," my voice was stern but filled with lust, "you're not. You can barely keep your eyes open. Lay down."

I pushed his shoulder and he rolled off of me. He didn't protest and I knew he was still in pain. I went to move back, to give him space, but he didn't let me. He pulled me into his side and wrapped his arms around me. He pressed another kiss to my neck and sighed happily.

"You love me," there was a smile in his voice.

"I always have," I whispered, playing with the hands he wrapped around my waist. I tilted my head as his breath hit my neck, "and as long as you don't do something stupid like this again, I always will."

He laughed, it vibrated through him. But he winced and I turned around to face him, "don't strain yourself, Cass. Let's go back to sleep."

He nodded, "thank you sweetheart."

I kissed him sweetly, "no need to thank me. I'm your mate."

His eyes sparkled before he closed them, "I know. And I'm the luckiest bastard in this entire world."

I blushed as he fell back asleep, too worried to follow him. So instead I laid there in his arms watching him rest, counting the number of breaths he took and wondering if we really would make it out alive this time.

#nesta #nesta acheron #nessian #nessian fanfiction #I love my nessian #cassian #nesta x cassian #acotar #acowar #acotar fanfiction #acowar fanfiction #acomaf #acomaf fanfiction #AU fanfiction #first time again

[lattetudes]

Hi! First of all I love your tumblr. Secondly, I am also currently cursing Premiere L at my school in Chile. I wanted to ask you what your spé was and what you're planning to study afterwards (just to demonstrate that the "la filière L n'as pas des débouchés" thing is BS) PS: my teacher also says "20 c'est pour dieu. 18 c'est pour les profs. 16 et au dessous c'est pour les élèves" HAHAHAH I think maybe they're all taught that!

i tend to just type and type and type, sorry about that!hello (: i hope you’re having a good summer! thank you so much - and it’s true, i smile like a dork when i read these asks. ANOTHER PERSON THAT UNDERSTANDS MY SUFFERING (i love literature - i do - but we have a pretty complicated relationship) ! ahaha, how was your year? it just passed all so crazy fast - french bac, science bac, then the oral (curses). it was so hot during testing time too! were you guys tested on different material than we were? my première L was tested on réecritures again, which really made me angry because they’ve already tested on it like 5 x in the same number of years - there are so many other subjects that could’ve been 10 x more fun to analyse! sure (: - my spé is advanced mathematics (which i take with other ES students) - i love it. (no geometry, i still struggle with probability though.. grrr..) i’m planning on going to sciences - po columbia - a dual BA program at the end of which you get two degrees - one american, one french. i’d like to study political science or game theory : i’ll probably be a lawyer / be something involving code / cinema / do something with fashion or social media. i haven’t really decided yet (: we L’s all need to debunk : the we don’t have any débouchés bullshit - there are so many possibilities and not all the love should go towards the S’s. (I KNEW IT! THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT MY FRENCH PROFESSOR SAID - they probably have that drilled in their heads when they go to “teacher school”.)url : hmm / cute! / simply adorable  / hello, excellence. / outstanding icon : who? / cute! / lovely just like you / perfection mobile theme : hmm / quite pretty / beautiful / shockingly perfect / stunningdesktop theme : hmm / quite pretty / beautiful / shockingly perfect / stunning original content : couldn’t find any / good! / great! / true gems / j ‘ a d o r e. following : no(t yet) / +follow / yes! / always overall : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10era : antiquité / moyen âge / renaissance / classicisme / lumières / romantismewriter : baudelaire / horace / voltaire / la fontaine / victor hugo title : poet / philosopher / novelist / fabulist + complimentsi love connecting with people here on studyblr - especially the ones who are going through the same experiences and living the same academic curriculum. it’s amazing to meet such lovely personalities like yours + to know that everyone has something in common. i can’t really describe it (when do i ever know how, lmao) - but anyway, i just wanted to say that ♡ i seriously adore your icon, is that you? theory confirmed: tumblr is filled with beautiful people. your description is perfect as it embodies you and your personality! daughter of demeter, erudite + harry potter? can we be friends now? i also love your unique background and blog title - i’m such a huge fan of contrast and colorful nuance - the dark colors of the night sky and the pale green bring out the best in each other. i find the simplicity of your blog very real and relatable - the parallel between the mobile and the desktop theme is great. the pictures of those desserts look delicious. seriously. you should try creating some original content (if you haven’t already! i’m sure it’ll be vastly appreciated want a blog rate / name aesthetic?god help me, the person that writes an essay for every blog rate, haha. (;

#latteblogrates #asks #sfranza37

[bookofmirth]

Did you ever ship malide?

Hi dear! I did, although not hardcore. But despite that, I still would prefer malide to manorian. I have seen people make the argument that if their genders had been switched (IE Manon had been male), they would have been a thing, or a lot more people would ship them, and… I have to say I agree. It has been a few months now since I’ve read through ToG, but I just remember getting Feels with malide. And not getting so much Feels with manorian as just… them being horny for each other.

(PS I did write a little malide drabble here at the request of an anon/someone who wasn’t actually anon bc I have magical powers at figuring out who they are.)

I know a lot of people will disagree with me on this, but… oh well! And you can pull out all the evidence you want, and that’s fine. I know that there was immediate chemistry between Manon and Dorian, that the moment they saw each other it was all… a thing. But hey, we ship who we want to ship, right? Not everything has to be canon. Otherwise el*riel would never have been a thing, and I wouldn’t have had to blacklist that. (oh, here comes the salt, Leslie brought the salt, watch the fuck out.)

And can I just say that I really, really hate the idea that anyone who doesn’t ship manorian is just bitter about malide not happening? Like, no. I have other legit reasons.

And, you didn’t ask me about this, but I’m going to tell you - I am not a huge manorian fan in general just because I don’t ship Manon with anyone. I don’t think she needs to be with anyone, I think she has so much going on in her own life that trying to be in any relationship is just… she can do that later. She has to get through all this stuff with Aelin and Dorian and the Wyrdkeys and also uniting the witches and figuring out her heritage and how she can make piece with that and maybe getting the witch lands back and un-cursed, and tbh, relationships are a lot of work. And so… shipping is generally a feels thing, yes? Which means that people would then want her to deal with a new relationship thing on top of all that. At the same time. Let a girl live, jfc. If it’s just sex, that’s one thing. But if it’s supposed to be them being 5ever and marrying and being all kingly and queenly together… meh. Can’t see it yet.

So she can be with someone later. When her stuff is worked out. If that’s Dorian, that’s cool. If that’s Elide, that’s cool too.

And it’s definitely nothing against Dorian, whom I love and adore. I want them both to have all the happiness and great sex, magic hands or no, but maybe much, much later. When all of this drama is over and everyone is ALIVE and Aelin is BACK WITH ROWAN and then I can start writing more fic for rowaelin without it breaking my heart into pieces. (Sorry, went off on a tangent.)

TL;DR - my shipping of malide, on a scale of 1-10, is like… a 5. And my shipping of manorian is like a 4. So it’s not that I don’t. I’m just not invested. (We can assume that my shipping of moriel and rowaelin is a 10/10, would recommend to a friend, will never get tired of thinking of their lives together.)

One of my favorite things about asks is when people send me like… hardly anything. Like very little material. And then I make an essay about it. :D

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